(Chapter Originally written by Kentwolf)
With a small smirk to herself, Jenna decided the most fun she could have with you, was to leave you in her friend's care. Of course, she didn't need to actually let Ashley know she was doing that.
"Alright, bro, you are going to help Ashley in the kitchen today. Don't mess up and I'll get you at the end of my shift!" She said calmly, before she used her fingers to crush and roll you into a helpless little ball. With that done, she popped her head into the kitchen, seeing Ashley with her back to her as she was already setting up the things she needed. Jenna spotted a bowl and smiled, aiming and flicking you full pelt. As you landed in a deep mixing bowl and out of sight, she grinned at her great shot before ducking back out to go serve some customers.
You squished with impact slightly as you hit the bowl and rolled down to the bottom, silently cursing your sister for her maliciousn cruelty. Knowing that you were in a dangerous position even if you weren't dealing with Ashley's airheaded ways, you tried to force your body to reform as fast as you could. above you heard Ashley confirm to herself that she had all the bits she needed.
"Alright, flour first." She said to herself as she measured out some flour, making sure to shake it through a sieve to get rid of any lumps. When she got the right amount on the scale, she tipped it into the mixing bowl without looking. She had made enough baked goods while working here that she didn't really need to pay close attention to her aim, it was muscle memory. As your mouth reformed, you went to call out, but a sudden heavy mass of flour poured down on you, filling your mouth and making you gag as you tried to spit it out, your half reformed body buried out of sight. You quickly tried to dig yourself out as she poured in the measurements of sugars, baking powder and the like. As you surfaced you got hit on the head with some chocolate chips that crushed your head into your neck before bouncing off.
Above, Ashley was unaware of what she was putting you through, casually cracking some eggs and letting them pour into the bowl. Just as your head reformed and you spat out the clump of flour, the thick, gooey slime of the raw egg poured over you, forcing you back down. You were beginning to really panic, as you didn't want to get baked into a cake. Ashley then poured in the correct amount of milk, before reaching for the next tool she needed. As you pulled your head out through the goop with a gasp, you saw Ashley's hand holding an electric mixer, the world shifted as she lifted the bowl with her other hand. You cried out her name, but at the same moment she switched on the mixer and their whirring drowned out your tiny voice.
The moment the spinning mixer heads hit the ingredients, You were sucked in like a whirlpool. The swirling of ingredients around you mixing together and swirling around as she moved the heads. She glanced down at the bowl finally, but by that point you had been sucked back under the surface, your malliable body stretching out and being thrown around and around as the mixture thickened around you. For you, it was an eternity of dizzying blackness, the sweet taste filling your screaming mouth and forcing you to lose your shape from the force of the mixture. To Ashley, it looked like any of the other dozens of times she had been baking a cake to sell pieces of at work.
With the mixture finally smooth and free of any visible lumps, she retracted the mixer and poured the mix into three cake tins. Your body was poured in with the second tin batch as you tried frantically to pull yourself free. Your stretched and deformed body was hard to move and the mixture was thick, but you managed to grip the edge of the cake tin while she was placing the first tin in the preheated oven. You truly lucked out when she grabbed the other tin after that, giving you time to begin pulling your weak body out of the mix. As she grabbed your tin, she didn't glance down at it, so she didn't see the half flat, half stretched out body flop out and down the side of the tin before placing the tin in the oven. She certainly didn't see you fall into the next mixing bowl filled with chocolate, icing sugar and the like, ready to mix into the cakes icing.
You groaned weakly realising you were back at square one and tried to stand, but the mix coating you and the mixture of ingredients in this new bowl were quite sticky together and you felt like you were laying in tar. Lucky for you, AAshley didn't need to mix the icing ingredients together until after the cakes were baked, so she left you alone for now.
It took the better part of an hour, but you slowly managed to stickily climb up the side of the bowl, the cake mix covering you thickening as it dried out. By the time your body had reformed and you had landed back on the kitchen countertop, you could barely move. Speaking was impossible as your covered mouth was mostly dried in thick cake mix. Ashley was rushing around making peoples orders, she had yet to spot you as you slowly walked, like a man in cement shoes, across the counter top, heading for the sink to try to wash off this gunk.
It took a worrying amount of time to get across the counter, you were almost to the point where the mix was so set that you could barely do more than hop, but you managed to hop that final distance into the sink full of soapy water and pans waiting to be washed up. The washing liquid stung your eyes but you ignored that, squirming to begin loosening the mix covering your body. Bit by bit it broke off until you were finally free and clean, though you did notice you were naked. Your clothing must have gotten torn off when the mixers were throwing you around. Just as you finished clearing off the gunk and began to swim to the surface, a hand plunged into the water, shooting past you before lifting a pot.
As the pot was raised you were slammed into it, before a sponge reached in and slammed right into you, crushing you flat between the sponge and the pot. You were painfully scrubbed around as Ashley took this lull in customers to get some of the equipment cleaned. She smeared you all over the pan, making your body stretch out and conform to the shape of the sponge in her hand as she scrubbed hard. When that pan was done, you were half stuck to the sponge and slammed into the next thing she was washing up. Feeling desperately with your fingers, you managed to grip hold of her finger and hold on as tightly as you could. Over the course of her washing all the things in soak, you managed to loosen yourself from the sponge, but instead, you ended up crushed to Ashley's hand, stretched down her finger and halfway across her palm.
When Ashley was done, she dried her hands off on a towel, not noticing the smeared features on her finger or the one visible, desperate looking eye. She just got informed that they were out of cookies, so she got to work making a new batch of giant cookies to sell to customers. Unlike the cakes, these she mixed by hand, kneading the mix together and really getting her hands dirty as she squeezed and kneaded the mix with both hands. Once she was satisfied, she scooped it out in chunks, placing them on the baking tray ready to be placed in the oven to become delicious cookies.
Where did you end up with all this though?
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