(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Stuck to Ashley's finger, you briefly considered yourself lucky, and you begged the redhead to notice you. You weren't even coated in dough, for some reason. However, your brief happiness turned to horror as Ashley finished prepping the cookies...and began sucking her fingers clean!
Your eyes widened in panic, and you twitched the hardest you could, but it was useless. Ashley sucked each of her fingers dry, saving you for last, and then finally puckered her lips and brought you close. Eyes closed in anticipation, Ashley missed seeing your fairly visible body as she delicately shoved her finger into her mouth, and closed her lips around you.
Her mouth was a dank cavern of moisture and hot air, as the redhead's excited, musky breaths overwhelmed your sensations. Even they paled in comparison though, as Ashley's hungry tongue flopped down onto your body, lapping along your contorted, naked frame. Your twitched and squirmed in a mix of discomfort and (to your utter humiliations) arousal, as the redhead ran her tongue up and down your bare body, aggressively shoving her squirming fleshy mass of a tongue onto every inch of you. You were soaked in her saliva, and nearly delirious from the stimulation.
It only lasted ten seconds or so, because Ashley quickly pulled her finger from her mouth with a wet 'slorp' sound, a frown marring her pretty face. Why hadn't there been cookie dough on that finger, she wondered?
She spotted you immediately, mouth dropping and eyes widening. "Oh my gosh, little Matt?" She put her free hand to her cheek in a look of shock. "How did you get here, cutie? Have you, like, been here this whole time?"
You stared back at her, just barely managing the effort to blink. You hoped your annoyed blink would convey to Ashley that you just wanted her to peel you off her hand and let you go home.
It did not convey that at all.
Ashley giggled. "Oh gosh, is that a 'yes'? So you have been here? Well, like, why didn't you tell me you wanted to help me out this whole time?" Ashley grinned. "You must've, like, followed me to work to help me with my shift, right? Aw! That's super sweet of you!"
Your eyes widened in panic. That wasn't what you'd meant to convey at all!
Ashley only smiled wider. "Aw, no need to be bashful, cutie! I really do appreciate all the time you want to spend with me. Like, what a considerate little gentleman, tee hee!" She tapped her chin. "It makes me happy that, like, Mari gets to love and cuddle you, but you still totally go out of your way to help your other friends and family. Like little ol' me!"
You started trying to reform your stretched facial features, desperate to correct this misunderstanding before it spiraled further into insanity.
Ashley didn't give you the chance, as her sticky fingers began crushing and pinching your head as she pulled you free from her finger. "So, like, you actually totally gave me an idea, Matt! Since you're here and, like, willing to help out with everything, I thought of something. The way your body wasn't, like, picking up any cookie dough and stuff totally reminds me of wax paper! I guess little tiny guys like you, when stretched out and stuff, are sorta like that waxy and resistant stuff, huh?"
As she inanely rambled, Ashley slammed you down on the kitchen counter, squashed you flat. She then worked at your paper-thin edges, stretching you out into a wide, rectangular shape. She beamed down at you as she did so, then briefly disappeared from your view, only to return with a huge bundle of goopy cookie dough in her hands. Before you could even think to panic, the redhead dropped the doughy blob onto your face, burying you beneath it.
Tentatively, Ashley then started molding and shaping the ball of dough, and she let out a yelp of glee at how easily the dough rolled across your board without sticking or smearing.
"Ah, yes! I was totally super smart after all!" Ashley pumped her fist. "You're, like, super wax paper, Matt! This is awesome! This dough stuff always sticks to the counter, but now it won't!"
Content that her plan had worked, Ashley proceeded to use you as a wax paper placemat for the next twenty minutes, rolling countless orbs of chunky cookie dough over your face. The powdery dough caked your skin, and the chocolate chips kept jabbing into your eyes as Ashley rolled the dough, but the redhead seemed blissfully unaware she was subjecting you to this manner of torture. She merely enjoyed how much easier she'd made her job with your help, and her mind was already brainstorming how you could next be useful to her. She'd never had a squishy kitchen helper before, and she was intent on taking every advantage her little buddy provided.
Once she finished with the cookies, Ashley shoved the tray into the oven and set the timer, then turned back to the counter. Giggling at your distorted and flowered face, Ashley peeled you from the counter and rolled you into a ball in her hands. She then turned on the sink faucet.
"Let's get you clean, huh, Matt?" Ashley said by way of explanation, before plunging you into the freezing cold water.
The shock of the water nearly knocked you unconscious, and equally as rough was Ashley's probing fingers jamming at prodding at your body as the redhead rubbed you clean of flour and dough particles. While you appreciated the thought, you mentally begged Ashley to just stop and let you reform, as her mashing of you was doing much more harm than good.
Stopping, however, was the very last thing Ashley did, as one of her coworkers bustled by and deposited a mountain of dirty dishes into the sink. Ashley, always the kind-hearted girl, started reaching for the sponge to clean the dishes...until remembering she had a nice and squishy substitute in her hands at that very moment. Knowing that tinies and their magically squishy bodies were great at absorbing stuff, Ashley shrugged and smiled, happy that she could give her tiny buddy yet another use.
And so, Ashley proceeded to use you to scrub every last inch of the dirty dishes, ramming your face into the metallic utensils and porcelain plates. You were smeared and smushed into globs of condiments, half-eaten meals, and all other assortment of unmentionable gross things. You physically recoiled from the torment, but your tiny form was no match for the full force of Ashley's hand guiding you along the dishes. Eventually, after thirty long minutes, the dishes were clean, and you were spotless too, the dirt and grime having washed off. You still felt dirty though, and your stomach ached with nausea. You also shivered uncontrollably, chilled to the bone from the water.
Ashley retrieved you from the sink, about to say how great a job you were doing, when the oven 'dinged' signaling the fresh cookies ready to be retrieved. Ashley balanced you across her fingers as she reached for her oven mitt...only to pause. A brand new idea was dawning in her mind, and as the redhead turned to you with a dangerous gleam in her eyes and a wide smile on her pretty face, you felt your blood run cold.
You blinked rapidly, trying to signal Ashley to just stop and use her single brain cell for once and think about how horrible this all was for you, but the curvaceous and oblivious girl was hardly paying attention at this point. She was too preoccupied with grappling with your squishy body and stretching you out wide and firm. She just kept pulling on your body, tugging at your limbs and dragging you from the tips of her fingers and down to her wrist of her left hand. It was extremely painful, and you mentally begged the girl to stop, only for your distorted eyes to see Ashley smiling vacantly and humming a little tune, blissfully uncaring.
She was turning you into an oven mitt.
Unable to stop her, you could only whimper as Ashely capped off her masterpiece by pinching your feet and adhering them to her wrist. The rest of your body was wrapped around her hand like a glove, with your face contorted across her fingertips, and the rest of your body along her palm. It felt like the girl's entire hand was wriggling around inside of you, creating a very disorienting and unsettling sensation. It was even more so as Ashley started flexing and wiggling her fingers, as her digits pushed and slid all along your body.
Ashley giggled. "Ooh, this is so perfect, Matt! Now, for the finishing touch!"
Spinning around, Ashley sauntered over to the oven, opened it up, and grabbed the cookie tray.
You'd never felt such horrific pain in your life.
You silently screamed and screamed as Ashley slammed your entire body, and specifically your face, right into the scorching, 350 degrees tray of cookies. Your tiny body sizzled and bubbled as it impacted against the tray, and your mind reeled with excruciating pain. Ashley, meanwhile, simply smiled with awe, as your body was soaking up all the heat and keeping her own fingers nice and cozy! She'd never even considered the limitless practical applications of tinies before, and now her mind was buzzing with excitement of the possibilities!
Dropping the cookies onto the counter , Ashley shimmed her hand until you slipped free and fell beside the tray. As you weakly twitched with agony, Ashley smiled down at you, having the time of her life.
What happens next?
1) Ashley's day in the kitchen is just getting started, and she's still got SO many more ideas for how to get you to 'help' her.
2) Ashley is called to fill in at the front register, and she takes you with her. What sort of horrible circumstances will you be forced to endure up front?
3) Ashley decides to go on break, and leaves you behind. However, the next girl to man the baking station has no idea who or what you are, and so she tosses you right into the trash!
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