This choice: While working, Shannon accidentally adds YOU to the list of ingredients! • Go Back...Chapter #5Shannon's Delicious Cake by: bobob1   Shannon put her finger on her chin and hummed a little melody, scanning the counter. “Hm…I think I’ve got everything I need.” She announced with a grin. “AND, I have the perfect job for you Sammy!”
Shannon slid the large rectangular cake pan over to where you were standing. Not really getting the gist of what she was intending for you, you frowned.
Your mother motioned towards the pan. “I used this pan for some lasagna last week. Probably not a good idea.” Shannon giggled. “BUT, there’s a few little stains left in the corners that my big fingers can’t quite reach. Think you could take care of them for me Sammy?”
You paused. “You want me to…clean? Uh, yeah sure. I can manage that.”
“Thanks so much!” Your mother’s gigantic face lit up, making you feel good for helping her in whatever way you could. Shannon gently picked you up and set you down inside of the pan, and then handed you a tiny scrap of damp fabric. Knowing what your task was now, you walked to the closest corner of the pan and knelt down, scrubbing and pressing down on the few remaining stains.
Meanwhile, your titanic mother worked dutifully on preparing the cake batter, adding the necessary ingredients into a large bowl and mixing all of the contents together. You found your attention constantly grabbed by your mother blending the cake batter together, memories of being caught up in that humiliating disaster of a situation more times than you cared to admit.
While distracted, you didn’t even notice your sister Stacy walk into the room, her eyes buried in her phone. She was heading out to hang with her best friend Vicky, but wanted to quickly say goodbye to Shannon. Glancing up to give her mom a hug, her eyes fell on the empty cake pan, and on your miniature body.
Her mind elsewhere, and barely paying close attention, Stacy merely interpreted your body as a small bit of food stuck in the pan, especially because you were holding the red cloth, and your giantess sister recalled the lasagna from last week, and how some small stains would surely be left behind from your mother’s occasionally lackadaisical cleaning methods. Stacy’s OCD nature kicked into overdrive.
In one incredibly quick motion, Stacy slammed her thumb into the pan and onto your body, crushing you flat. An instant later, she swept her thumb up, ripping your clothes clean off and dragging them away along with the red cloth scrap. Dumping the remains into the trash can, she enveloped Shannon in a hug and then departed, eyes once more glued to her phone conversation with Vicky, none-the-wiser to what horrible act she had just committed.
Lying squished flat in the pan, you groaned and tried to reform, not even fully understanding what had just happened. As your body reformed at a painfully slow rate, you realized you were now stark naked and blushed, hoping you could find a solution before your mother laid eyes on her nude son. Of course…you had no way of getting out of the pan by yourself. The sides were too tall. You had planned on Shannon helping you out, but…
Your blood ran cold as you heard your mother sigh happily, her voice booming out from above you. Head peeling free from the pan you craned your neck and looked upwards, jaw dropped as you saw Shannon holding the bowl full of ready-to-bake cake batter above the pan. Your mother wasn’t even looking at the pan, her eyes firmly fixed on the cookbook, and as she tilted the bowl, the creamy cake batter began to rain down from the heavens. Unable to grab her attention while squashed flat, you could only scream.
Of course, the cruel fates decided no salvation was coming to you, as Shannon began to merrily hum a cheery tune, her melodious singing blocking out your screams of terror. Blissfully unaware of the fate that was befalling her precious son, Shannon continued dumping the freshly stirred cake mix into the pain, a solid waterfall of liquid chocolate quickly filling up every last inch.
With a cry of frustration you peeled your deformed body off of the metal pan, crawling away as fast as you could. It didn’t help in the slightest, as the approaching tide of chocolate soon washed over your feet. Arcing your back up, you tried to stay above the flow of chocolate cake batter, the tide of the delicious dessert soon rising to your neck.
To your surprise, the bowl ran out of contents, and the chocolate stream stopped flowing. Your entire body, save for your head, was submerged under the thick, viscous goop, but at least you still had a chance to be saved now. Resuming your cries up to your mother, you were dismayed to find her singing still continuing, but you steadfastly kept up your desperate, final attempts at being noticed and retrieved before the situation escalated.
Shannon danced over to the pantry, swaying her hips side-to-side, tiny thoughts about her son tickling the back of her mind, but unable to fully penetrate through the ditzy fog that was her consciousness. Grabbing a large bag of small candies, Shannon whirled back around to the counter, ripped open the bag, grabbed a large handful of candies, and scattered them onto the cake.
Your cries for help caught in your throat as the sudden meteor shower of candies began, your eyes widened. Unable to move or defend yourself due to the vice-like grip the chocolate cake swamp had on you, you could only stare in abject fear as a candy the size of your body crashed down onto your head.
Your fragile body deflated in an instant, the candy shoving you completely under the cake batter. Chocolatey goo totally surrounded and thoroughly coated your body, and the heavy candy weighing down on you insured that it would be completely impossible for you to move or reform. In an instant, your hopes had been crushed, and the sad truth of your reality had set in. You began to cry.
Shannon lifted the pan, sliding into the oven with flourish, before turning up the heat, setting a timer, and leaving the kitchen. She clapped her hands together, congratulating herself on a job well done, and how she had managed to make a perfect cake, all by herself.
***
The experience inside of the oven was hellish, but you had undergone that horrible torture several times before. Your squishy body was effectively immune to permanent damage from the incredible temperatures, but it still hurt like hell, especially as the cake batter around you heated up and solidified. Your body was bent and squished at awkward angles as the cake took shape, but its not like you could do a thing about it.
Shannon returned after a few hours to retrieve her masterpiece from the oven, smiling excitedly at the mouth-wateringly delicious smell wafting up from the cake. She snapped a quick photo of the cake to commemorate the occasion, before wrapping the pan in aluminum foil and tucking the cake in the fridge for safekeeping. Her good friend Vivi’s party wasn’t until late at night, after all.
Feeling a cool chill settle over the cake and your helpless body trapped within its chocolatey confines, all hope left you, and you only stared into the darkness all around you, wondering what you did to deserve such a horrible existence like this? Is this all that you were worth? A tiny little freak destined to go unnoticed by the normal people around you?
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