You grin, "Oh goodie!" You chuckle, usually kids treated you as an oddity, and loved treating you as the absolute center of attention. Provided they could talk, many a time a baby had grabbed you and shook you around with no care. "So when do I start?" You grin, eagerly awaiting your mom's words.
"Well she needs help now and since you basically got fired in the morning..." She winces a bit and you can't help but feel the pressure.
"Okay then let's go~" you grin, your mother blinking, "Umm... Mom do I need to repeat myself? You heard me ri--"
"I heard you sweetie, don't worry." She chuckled, holding out her hand as you walked onto it and laid down.
The car journey was nothing special... Sitting in your cup holder and soon enough you were picked up and being held as your mom opened the door. You were not prepared for the sound in the slightest as your mom walked with you inside. Hearing so many kids playing, watching them chase each other around. A few off in corners playing with dolls. A pale lil redhead did catch your eye though... Mainly due to her Polly Pocket she seemed to be rubbing with her socked feet.
"Miss Tina, correct?" The woman was dressed fairly plainly, a bit of chub in all the right places, bar the belly that stuck out a little... Asian of course. "I'm Han Soo Jin, your boss. You can just call me Han."
You grinned back, "Can I call you cute instead and we meet in the middle?"
Your mother rolled her eyes as Han laughed, "Quite the charmer you are Tina... A little bit below my playing field." She grinned, adjusting her glasses.
"Go ahead and set her next to the sheet there miss Sanson and we can talk her employment."
You blushed a bit as your mom set you down on the countertop. The kids didn't even notice you as both of them began walking away... Though you could swear you could smell...
And there to the side of you was your kryptonite, cookie dough. You could easily recall the first time you encountered it, Selena, your bestie's lil sister had stuck you in a wad of it and let her mom bake you. Needless to say going from bestie to tiny girl beating on the stomach lining had taken its toll... And awoken one hell of a vore fetish in you. Now here you were again... But this time there was no Selena... No one but you and a wad of cookie dough ready to be cooked. You took one step forward and stopped... You needed this job... But... You'd probably not last too long here. No one was watching you... No kids had grabbed for you.
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