Your enthusiasm dimmed at the sight of Riley moving on from you and decorating an assortment of other candy-coated balls that would be used as the filling for the gingerbread cookies. A familiar sensation of dread began to well up within you at the sight of your daughter preparing all of those little mounds of candy and frosting, and realizing just how much those other mounds looked like you. Especially since, at this moment, all that remained visible of your human self was your head, the rest of you buried in sweet delicacies.
Panicking a little, you began to writhe and squirm, only to gape in shock at the sight of your daughter grinning happily at a bag of gumdrops, then dangling one right above your head.
"Ril--" You started to scream, but it was in vain.
Before your daughter's mental faculties had even a hope of processing your scream, your noises were drowned out by Juli (almost finished preparing the dough) starting up some extremely loud music. The opening words of the eternally overplayed damned Christmas song began to play, and your last cries were blocked out by the dulcet tones of 'I don't want a lot for Christmas...', the melodic timbre starkly contrasting with your own fear as the gumdrop slipped from your daughter's grasp and crashed onto your head.
Instantly, the weight of the gumdrop overpowered you, smushing your head and shoving you down further into the blob of Frankenstein candy Riley had whipped up. You were now completely trapped in the sugary sweet darkness, and though you tried your hardest to flail and twitch, it was no use. Your daughter had completely entombed you, and in the span of mere seconds, your happy holiday memory was being turned into a nightmare...and if that wasn't a constant allegory for how your life seemed to go, you didn't know what was.
Outside your prison, Riley finished adorning each candy clump with a gumdrop, smiled and admired her work, and then frowned. "Uh...wait. Wasn't dad here?"
Finishing up with the dough, Juli laughed. "Daddy always gets so easily embarrassed. He probably ran off when your back was turned."
Riley frowned, but then shrugged. "Uh...okay. Makes sense!"
Happily, Riley then grabbed each candy clump and slotted them into the gingerbread molds. For a brief second, something felt off about the clump closest to her, but Riley quickly pushed that weird feeling aside and stuffed the delicious filling into the mold. Whatever that weird feeling had been, it probably wasn't important. Especially not when her tummy was rumbling in anticipation for these delicious gingerbread cookies!
While she was doing that, Juli had been filming her the entire time, having switched to a laidback livestream for her eager fans. As several thousand people watched Riley stuff the candy clumps into the molds, the anonymous viewers knew exactly what had just transpired.
JustLikeJuli: Did...did he just get...?
TinyTrampler: Hell yeah he did! Bottoms up!
kissmejuli: fuck I wish that had been me.
XXqueensslaveXX: Hope JewelyJuli gets that cookie!
VoreCore1000: god this gives me ideas for my stupid brother...
Grabbing her phone, Juli looked at the recent messages and giggled. Of course, she had absolutely no idea what her fans were chatting about, presuming that maybe they'd placed bets on which cookie would be eaten first, or something silly like that. Clueless to the truth her fans had uncovered about your fate, Juli passed the phone off to Riley briefly, and then carried the bowl of dough over to the molds. Dutifully, she poured the dough into each mold, perfectly filling up the man-shaped molds to the brim. She then hefted up the tray of cookies, carried it over to the oven, and slotted it inside.
You, meanwhile, were reaching critical levels of panic. The dough being poured atop and all around you was like being drowned in cement, and your already futile attempts at squirming and screaming were now useless, a fact which hit you hard. Not as hard as the shaking you endured as Juli carried you over to the oven and slid you inside, nor the muffled sound of the oven door creaking shut. Despite your attempts and your hopes, you were now set to be baked alive, and there was nothing you could do about it.
Except scream, of course, which is exactly what you began to do as the oven turned on and Juli cranked it up high. Being baked in an oven was a fate you placed very high on the list of 'Worst Things Ever', as it felt like your entire body was broiling alive. So scream you did, as the dough around you began to heat, the candy began to melt, and you yourself felt like you'd been dropped into a pool of merciless magma eating away at your very soul. The filling you were trapped in did very little to alleviate the hell you were in, and it felt like even added torture that, on top of it all, you could still faintly hear that damned song playing on loop from outside the oven.
Finally, the baking came to an end, and you felt like a charred husk as the gingerbread man you were baked inside of was lifted out alongside the rest on the tray. Riley and Juli then jointly cut each cookie free from its mold, and you felt your cookie prison become weightless briefly before being dropped onto a plate, the cookie and you still steaming hot. The rest of the cookies joined you, and as you sat there basking in pain and agony, you sent a meek mental prayer to the heavens above to free you from this soon...though you were aware that, given your track record, chances were high you would indeed by 'freed' from this fate soon...and sent into a bubbling stomach instead.
While the cookies cooled, Juli snapped a photo of the finished product, and captioned it 'The World's Best Squish-Stuffed Gingertinies!'. Her fans lavished her with praise, though they continued to make cheeky little comments that made it sound like they were in on some sort of joke that Juli herself wasn't. Regardless, she giggled and played along, until finally the cookies had cooled. Riley then fetched Mari, who happily skipped into the kitchen in her own Santa-themed booty shorts and FTTF sweater that barely held in her figure. As one, your wife and daughters plopped down at the kitchen table, grabbed glasses of milk, and prepared to devour the treats before them...
...not a one of them pausing to wonder where you were, first.
1) Riley grabs your cookie, and eats it so ravenously you get near-instantly consumed without a chance of rescue, ending up in her stomach.
2) Juli grabs your cookie, and eats it sensuously while recording herself, on a dare from one of her fans. Does her slow method give you time to get free, or just prolong your humiliation?
3) Mari grabs your cookie, and eats it slowly, savoring each bite. Does this careful method increase your chance to get her attention, or merely extend your suffering?
4) The three ladies get full before reaching your cookie, so you and the other leftovers are wrapped up and stuffed into the fridge for safekeeping until another snack crave comes...whenever that might be...
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