This choice: The party is called off, so Shannon and Stacy decide to eat the cake themselves! • Go Back...Chapter #6Things Cool Down by: bobob1   As you sit inside your new cake prison, your surroundings are slowly but surely cooling down thanks to the temperature inside the refrigerator. Meanwhile, you had nothing else to do but ponder the ridiculous twists of fate that your life seemed to throw at you on a daily basis. For once your mother had not been ditzy enough to crush you herself, but of course that one single stroke of decent luck was wiped out (literally) by your sister's thumb and OCD tendencies. To make matters worse for once your mouth was squashed shut by the pressure applied to you instead of open as well. You couldn't count the number of times in the past that you had been flattened with your mouth open and forced to taste the gross, sweaty skin of your mother or some other woman. But the only time when you wished your mouth was open it of course was not, preventing you from getting even the smallest taste of your chocolate-flavored prison. You cursed whatever cruel gods were getting their kicks from putting you through events like this as you settled into the reality that you really might end up lost for good this time.
Outside the fridge in the world of normal sized people, a few hours had passed and Shannon was in her room picking out her outfit for her friend's birthday party. It was just a small get-together with friends so naturally Shannon would wear something unnecessarily stunning as well as inappropriate. However, just as she found the perfect tight, short dress for the night her phone rang. Shannon rushed over to pick it up and noticed that it was her friend Vivi. Shannon listened for a moment before responding,
"Food poisoning?! Oh no! Well we can reschedule the party for some other day, just focus on getting better! Happy birthday anyways, talk to you soon."
Shannon hung the phone up, glancing sadly at the sexy dress she could have worn that night, her mind clicked and she remembered something that would cheer her up! With no party to go to, that means the cake that she made was all hers! Shannon squealed with glee before bounding out of her room towards the kitchen, not even bothering to put on any clothes in place of the dress, content with hanging out in her underwear as usual. Shannon got to the kitchen and just as she was about to yank open the door of the fridge she heard the front door open.
"Hey mom I'm back from Vicky's, what's up?" Stacy called out as she entered the house, putting her purse down and kicking her shoes off.
"Oh sweetie! Perfect timing, turns out Vivi's party was cancelled so now we can eat this whole cake to ourselves! I was just about to start munching away! Come join me." Shannon shouted back happily. As she spoke up she pulled the door to the refrigerator open and pulled out the pan that was keeping her teeny son prisoner.
Moments after hearing some muffled speech outside of your fridge fortress of solitude you heard the door open and felt your container being whisked through the air. You mentally prepared yourself to be whisked away to some party and be eaten by some unwitting bystander, already figuring out potential ways you would get back home after making your way through her... system. But suddenly you heard the tin foil above you get peeled off! Not sure of what was happening for a moment you heard your mother comment,
"I'm kind of glad the party was cancelled, otherwise we wouldn't have gotten nearly as much cake!"
Deducing that your sister must have been present as well, your heart was elated upon learning that your sister and mother would be the ones who would dig into your chocolate prison. You chuckled internally at how ridiculous it was to be happy that your family members might eat you, but in reality it would be a much simpler situation to escape than it would be for a stranger to eat you. However, in an unprecedented second stroke of good luck in a row you heard Stacy ask Shannon,
"Where's Sammy at? I'm sure he would love a few crumbs or so."
Shannon thought hard for a moment before answering, "Well he helped me bake the cake! I gave him a job to scrub off the little stains that were left in the dish before I poured the batter in. He really is the perfect size to help me with tiny spots that my big ol' fingers can't reach." Shannon concluded her response with a giggle, you were slightly annoyed at how trivial your mom made your chore sound, but more so you were ecstatic that she actually remembered something she had been doing with you. "Not sure where he ran off to once I actually poured the batter in and baked the thing though" she finished.
Stacy thought back for a second, her heart dropping before remembering her small act of smearing away a stain on the side of the pan earlier that day! She hadn't been paying much attention, it could have been you! Feeling horrible she had to tell Shannon the truth.
"Mom! I may have accidentally crushed Sammy into the pan without realizing it before leaving earlier! We can't eat it, we need to tear it apart and look for him!"
Shannon looked stunned for a second at her daughter's outburst, her spirits drooping slightly as she realized that her son might be in danger, but also because she was going to miss out on eating the tasty cake she had worked on. Funnily enough, when it came to coming up with ideas that didn't involve your well-being, Shannon could be surprisingly resourceful, and this was of course one of those times.
"Wait a second! What if we just slice the cake up like normal and inspect each individual piece before eating it! If Sammy is in one then we will obviously take him out, but if he isn't then we can still eat the delicious cake! He's so small that it wouldn't make sense to ruin an entire dessert instead of just the one part he's in!" Shannon countered Stacy's worried claim with a surprisingly clever idea, and Stacy mulled it over for a moment. You, on the other hand, were absolutely flabbergasted. You could recall countless times that Shannon had come up with the absolute dumbest ideas regarding you, like sticking you in her sock to sneak you on an airplane, or dropping you in her mouth to retrieve a popcorn kernel that had been stuck in her teeth, but of course the idea she came up with the save her delicious cake actually made sense.
"Wow, you're right mom, let's do that instead. We'll just take extra care to make sure he's not in each bite." Stacy came around to Shannon's idea quickly. Stacy then quickly grabbed a knife and sliced into the cake on the end close to you. She cut herself a square and then handed Shannon one as well.
"Okay let's just look her..." Stacy stopped her sentence halfway through as she watched her mom shove the entire piece of cake into her mouth in no more than a second, not pausing for a moment to inspect it at all. Stacy stared at Shannon, her mouth chewing down the decently large piece of cake that she had so ravenously consumed before speaking up, "Mom! You didn't look for Sammy at all before stuffing that into your mouth! What if Sammy is in that slice!?"
Shannon's eyes went wide, the prospect of fresh cake had immediately wiped thoughts of the plan she had come up with only minutes before out of her mind but now she remembered.
"Shoot, whoops" she barely squeaked out past the mouthful of cake still sitting in her maw. "I got distracted by the cake, I'll check for him right now" she managed to muffle out as well. Shannon's eyes looked upwards unconsciously as she focused upon the bite of food in her mouth and began to chew again! In her mind she thought that if she focused enough she would be able to feel your body composition in comparison to the moist cake. In all honesty she probably could not have, but a few seconds past until with one massive gulp she swallowed the bite in her mouth. "Nope, he definitely wasn't in there" Shannon said a bit too confidently. Stacy, still stunned slightly, took her mother's word for it and focused back on the rest of the cake. Setting her first slice to the side, she began slicing a second one for her mom.
You felt the knife plunge dangerously close to your current position at the edge of the pan, sawing out the outline of your prison. Almost as if you were ascending to heaven after hours of torture in hell you felt the piece that held you get lifted up into the air. The blinding light hitting your eyes and preventing you from seeing for a moment. Seconds later your eyes adjusted and gazed upon a beautiful face in front of you, but who was it?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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