“So, I guess if everyone’s just planning on chilling out…” Morgan began, having finished her meal first. “…I could definitely use some help with the gingerbread cookies.”
Avery lit up joyfully. “Aw! Gingerbread! That’s so totes amazing of you, sis!” She giggled, and nearly choked on the half-eaten food still in her mouth.
Rolling her eyes, Quinn polished off the last of her drink and shrugged. “Not much of a chef, but I’ll pitch in. Just tell me what to do.”
You nodded in agreement as well. “Yes, for sure! That sounds like a fun and eventually delicious plan!”
Morgan grinned. “Glad everyone’s ready to do their part.” She hopped up from her seat, and Quinn did the same. “Hunter, keep Avery from dying because of her poor chewing habits. Quinn and I will get everything set up.”
Avery, still with a full mouth, tried to retort only to cough and choke again. While she guzzled her drink to clear her throat, you and your other roommates laughed, and then Morgan and Quinn sauntered off to the kitchen. You couldn’t help but spare the quickest glances at both of their equally alluring backsides sway as they walked off, then you turned to the pink-haired Sexy Santa before you.
Your first clue that something was wrong was when Avery didn’t glance down at you after she finished drinking away her choking. She was a bit red in the face, and playfully annoyed at her twin for teasing her eating habits. Her loud and explosive coughing and choking had totally drowned out Morgan’s words to you, and as such, she didn’t even have a single clue that you were in the room with her.
Right as you finally began to suspect Avery was out of the loop in terms of your, the bubbly giantess leapt to her feet and twisted to sprint into the kitchen, only to trip over some Christmas decorations. With an adorable squeal, she toppled backwards. You had just begun to laugh wearily at your flirtatious roommates antics, until you realize she was toppling back right onto you.
Barely able to comprehend the lightning quick chain of events that had put you in this position, you only watched stupidly as Avery’s monolithic rear end descended from above, frilly skirt swirling outwards to reveal all of her smooth cheeks clad in only a revealing red thong. With a slap, Avery landed on the coffee table, and you were reduced to nothing more than a small stain on her pristine rear.
Not feeling a thing nor hearing you squish, Avery merely blushed at her clumsiness and then rushed into the kitchen, her cheeks bouncing perkily as she hurried. The fall hadn’t totally decimated you, but it had still stuck you to Avery’s soft cheek, and so you jiggled along with her. You mentally groaned at this turn of events, but still believed it wouldn’t last long.
You were proven wrong almost immediately, as Avery entered the kitchen with a fanciful flourish and spin, accidentally crashing into the counter as she did so. Her skirt spun upwards and outwards as she twirled, so that meant her bare ass collided with the edge of the counter. Your body was peeled free in an instant, ripped from Avery’s bubble butt and left to float up onto the counter, a gush of wind causing you to drift into the middle of the countertop. For some reason, the countertop was coated in white dust of some kind.
Groaning at her sister’s ceaseless antics, Morgan set Avery to work digging out as many edible decorations and toppings as she could find. Morgan, meanwhile, was preparing a suitably large oven tray, and also pre-heating the oven. From your crushed perspective, you couldn’t see what Quinn was doing at the moment. As for you, you were obviously focusing on reforming back to 3D so you could ask Morgan how you could help.
Then, a second later, your heart began to beat rapidly, and your eyes widened in panic as Quinn shuffled into view. Even months after living in the same apartment as her (and countless intimate accidents), seeing her jaw-dropping form towering above you still gave you pause. However, in this particular instance, it was two other factors that frightened you. One was that Quinn was holding a massive ball of gingerbread dough in her gloved hands. Two was that she wasn’t looking down at you at all, but instead over her shoulder at Morgan.
The black-haired giantess bit her lip, her inexperience in the kitchen painfully evident. “J-just put this dough…stuff…on the countertop?”
Morgan laughed breezily. “Yes Quinn, on the countertop. I thoroughly cleaned and floured it just a minute ago. Relax! This is supposed to be fun. It’s pretty hard to mess up gingerbread!”
Muttering, Quinn obliged. “If you say so…” She trailed off, and then still without looking at you, she dropped the dough. Mere seconds away from reforming, you managed to let out one faint cry before being utterly buried and decimated beneath the heavy mountain of dough.
“HEEEEE–” You screamed, your voice dying out as you were mercilessly flattened.
Quinn frowned, and glanced at the dough, puzzled. “Uh…what was that? Did Hunter just say something?”
Morgan, who was cleaning the oven tray, quirked her mouth to the side. “Don’t know. Didn’t hear him.” She glanced at her twin. “Avery, what did you do with Hunter?”
The pink-haired girl pulled her head out of the cabinet and titled her head in confusion. “Hunter? Uh…nothing. Isn’t the little cutie still in the living room?”
Morgan facepalmed. “If you didn’t bring him in here like I asked, probably!” She breathed out her nose. “Geez, ya airhead. Whatever. We’ll just bring him in for decorating. Wouldn’t want us to bumble our way into endangering him in the baking process.” She laughed wearily. “Remember Quinn’s birthday party last month?”
Quinn, who most definitely remembered the unfortunate birthday party incident, blushed brightly, even as she began roll out and knead the gingerbread dough. “W-we said we wouldn’t bring that back up! It was an accident!”
Morgan patted her good friend on the back. “Yeah, I know, Quinn. Just teasing you. None of us expected Hunter to add himself as an ingredient to your slice of cake.”
Avery giggled excitedly, much to Quinn’s chagrin, but finally the topic was dropped. Quinn willed herself to calm and focus on her assigned task, and she soon slipped into an easy and efficient rhythm. Working the dough was less stressful than she’d feared, and it wasn’t long before she’d managed to easily flatten and spread the dough out into a sizable square.
Meanwhile, you’d been unable to do a thing but be dragged back and forth across the countertop as Quinn worked, buried at the very bottom of the dough mound. Your body flattened further and further as you started to stick to the dough, as well as be coated in an overwhelming layer of flour. You couldn’t so much as yell or scream for help, and reforming under this much crushing pressure was a foolish pipe dream.
Her task complete, Quinn moved aside for Morgan, who’s fetched a cute little gingerbread man mold from the cabinet. With the proficiency of a professional, Morgan sliced and diced the dough square into five rows and five columns, culminating in a neat twenty-five separate gingerbread cookies. Tossing the scraps of leftover dough aside, Morgan threw them to Quinn, who collected the remnants in a bowl, perhaps to be used later. Good food shouldn’t go to waste, after all.
During this, you’d gone from mentally screaming in terror to mentally shouting your thankful prayers to heaven. You’d felt your life flash before your eyes as Morgan mercilessly sliced the cookie cutter gingerbread mold into the dough over and over again. The possibility of losing a limb was palpable, but thankfully, fate at least eased off on you enough to spare you THAT much. As it was, your body was buried almost exactly under a gingerbread man your same size and build. Ironic, that.
Setting the mold aside, Morgan looked over at Avery. “Ready for the decorating, sis? It’s your time to shine.”
“Roger roger, Captain Morgs!” Avery saluted energetically. “I’m gonna make these babies the tastiest little adorbs cookie men ever!”
“Go nuts!” Morgan smiled warmly, and stepped aside for her sister to scoot her booty into place in front of the countertop. Morgan then turned to Quinn. “After we decorate them, they’ll heat up in the oven for about ten minutes. After another minute or two of cooling, they’re all set to be chowed down on!”
Quinn nodded approvingly. “Nice. I could go for one or two…” She blushed lightly. “…or a lot, actually.”
“Gorge yourself silly, Quinn.” Morgan flashed Quinn a thumbs-up. “It’s Christmas!” Without even glancing backwards, she kicked the trash can, sliding it over beside Avery. “Don’t make a mess, sis. Throw stuff away if you spill it or drop it. Anyway, Quinn and I will go fetch Hunter.”
Already lost in a fever of decorating excitement, Avery only bobbled her head as acknowledgement. Morgan and Quinn then left to retrieve you from the living room (a plan of action doomed to fail, of course), leaving you alone in the kitchen with a frenzied Avery as your only hope. Of course, buried under a man-shaped mound of gingerbread dough, hidden from the world, crushed too flat to communicate or wiggle and squirm…you weren’t exactly in prime position to be rescued.
Avery licked her lips as she grabbed up some bottles of frosting and sprinkles. Grinning ear-to-ear, she peered down at the blank canvas before her and laughed. “Time to get to work little guys! You’re gonna be sexy and delish in a flash!”
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