This choice: Getting Violet to show off her baking skills • Go Back...Chapter #4Delectable Desserts with Violet by: Unknown Glancing past Violet, you were just barely able to peer into the kitchen, where you could make out Violet's groceries lying on the counter. From what you could tell, you spotted a few bags of flour, sugar, and chocolate chips, as well as a few cans of cookie dough. It was fairly obvious what Violet was planning to bake, and an idea struck you.
"Looks like you've nearly ready to whip up some chocolate chip cookies." You noted, gesturing towards the kitchen.
Violet glanced behind herself, then looked back at you with a smile. "Yeah. Bonnie loves my cookies a lot. I thought it would be a fun way to pass the time and make her happy."
"Sounds great! Need some help?" You offer.
Violet's eyes widened. "You'd do that? Th-thanks, Anthony. That's really considerate of you." She smiled warmly. "I'll take you up on that offer."
With delicate care, Violet lowered her palm to you, and you stepped up onto her silky smooth hand. Careful and cautious, Violet then escorted you to the kitchen, before letting you off on the counter beside the cooking supplies.
The titanic girl then crossed to the other end of the kitchen to put on some gloves and tie an apron around her neck. As she moved, you found it hard not to stare at her gargantuan derriere, her skirt barely managing to keep the twin fleshy cheeks in place as she bent over to open a drawer. You had a brief thought of how you might genuinely never be found again if you somehow ended up under all of that flesh, but you shook the thought away by the time Violet strolled back to you.
She beamed down at you, and you were struck by how cheerful and energetic she'd become in the past few minutes. It was clear that cooking was her passion, and that the simple act of entering the kitchen brought out the best in her. Her smiled melted your heart, and you felt a twinge of genuine attraction to your giantess neighbor.
"Alright, Anthony. I run a tight ship in this kitchen." Violet joked. "Don't expect easy treatment because of your size.
You struck a confident pose. "I volunteered for this, Violet. I can handle anything!"
Violet proceeded to tear open the bag of chocolate chips, and the gently poured them out across the counter. You walked backwards to avoid being crushed by the tidal wave of chocolatey goodness. The mountain of chips was significantly larger than your miniscule size. Each chip itself was half of your height.
"Okay, Anthony. If you can, please spread out these chips into groups of six." Violet's expression was thoughtful. "I've found six to be the best ratio for how I bake cookies. It'll make it easier and quicker for me to add the final touches before baking if you're made piles beforehand.
You threw up a salute. "Leave it to me, captain!"
Violet giggled at your ridiculousness, her laughter ringing happily in your ears. "I'm counting on you then, Anthony."
Having received your orders, you set to work arranging the chocolate chips, while Violet began the more difficult task of mixing the ingredients and preparing the dough. Despite this being your first true hangout, the two of you worked effortlessly, like a well oiled machine.
It wasn't the easiest thing in the world to drag the chocolate chips into piles, as you could just barely manage to hold two at a time. Still, you didn't complain, and you valiantly kept up your work. Violet was a continual inspiration, as she spared you several quick genuine smiles, and even began humming a song as she worked.
After thirty minutes, you and Violet had finished your tasks. Violet had twenty blobs of cookie dough spread out on a baking paper-lined oven tray. Wiping a drop of sweat from her brow, she flashed you a grin.
"Hard work's over now, Anthony." Violet gushed. "Thanks for your super hard work. It really means a lot to me."
"No problem!" You called up to her, trying to pretend you weren't heavily out of breath from all the moving. Still, you could taste the cookies already, and you bet Violet could too.
Violet seemed ready to speak again, when suddenly her cell phone rang. Leaving the room for a brief moment to retrieve it, she strolled back in with a bemused smile on her face.
"You forgot your lunch, Bonnie? Wasn't the last thing I said to you this morning 'remember your lunch'?" Violet laughed as she teased her roommate, and she reclined against the kitchen counter, her back to you. Her plump butt cheeks squeezed taut against the counter, almost spilling up and over onto you.
You felt a sudden inkling of panic. "Um...Violet? Could you-"
"Well, since you're headed home, I've got a surprise for you!" Violet said loudly, cutting you off and having not heard you at all. "What surprise? You'll just have to wait and see!"
While Violet talked with her roommate, her hand wandered back towards the piles of chocolate chips you'd separated. It became clear Violet was going to wrap up the final steps and begin baking while still on the phone. At the same time, as her massive hand moved closer to you, you realized just how closely you were standing to the nearest pile of chips.
You let out a startled cry that was masked by Violet laughing at some joke Bonnie had told. Before you could cry out again, Violet's hand closed against you and the nearest pile, squishing you against the chocolate chips and smushing your mouth closed. Your limbs flailed frantically, but were equally mushed flat as Violet tightened her grip and moved the pile towards the tray.
Having nearly mastered the culinary arts through years of study, Violet didn't even need to look as she released you and the chocolate chips onto the first of the twenty blobs of cookie dough. She kept her full attention on her conversation with Bonnie, not so much as glancing down as the chips rained onto the cookie.
You landed first, slamming your face into the dough. Before you could do anything, one of the chocolate chips landed on your back, squashing you down and pushing you even deeper into the dough. A second chip fell on top of that one, shoving you entirely into the middle of the cookie, and completely hiding you from view. As mashed as you were, there wasn't a single thing you could do about it either.
Violet continued happily chatting away as she sprinkled the rest of the chocolate chip piles into their respective cookies, until she finally had twenty perfect cookies ready to be baked. Smiling with satisfaction, Violet grabbed the oven tray and sauntered over to the oven, throwing it open.
Your blood ran cold as your heard the muffled sounds of metallic groaning. As much as you wanted to pretend it hadn't happened, you'd been in ovens in the past, so you were intimately familiar with how awful the experience could be. As you heard the faint sound of the oven door closing, your heart skipped a beat. You were wholly powerless.
Violet tapped on the oven, setting the timer and the temperature, and then cleared her throat.
"Alright, Bonnie. They should be ready when you get home." She explained. "I'm sure you'll love them. Let me hang up, though, so I can use the bathroom really quick."
She waited for her roommate's response, then hung up and sauntered off to the bathroom, eager to dig into her new delicious treat. She hoped that her tiny neighbor loved them too, fully oblivious to what had happened to you. She blissfully believed you were still waiting patiently on the counter.
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Thankfully, chocolate chip cookies only need about fifteen minutes to bake. Unthankfully, it was still a hell-on-earth experience. Your body felt like it was boiling alive, trapped within the molten-hot cookie dough. You could do nothing as the cookie grew into shape around you, encasing you even more thoroughly than before.
It felt like an eternity until the oven door was opened, and your tray was withdrawn. You could only hear muffled sounds from outside the thick, chewy cookie dough that entombed you, but you could at least pick out two distinct voices.
"Oh man, those look heavenly." Bonnie, who had arrived a minute prior, exclaimed. She bent over the pan and breathed in deeply, taking in the mouth-watering scent.
Violet, holding the tray, shooed her back. "Let me set them down, you glutton! And make sure you save some for Anthony."
Bonnie's eyes lit up. "Oh, the little cutie's here? That's fun." She smirked mischievously. "He better not get between me and these cookies though. I won't hesitate to eat an adorable guy like him."
"Bonnie, that's awful!" Violet lightly smacked her roommate, but she herself couldn't help but smile. She glanced at the kitchen counter, and found it empty. "Besides...it looks like he left the room. Might've gone to the bathroom, or something."
Bonnie shrugged nonchalantly. "More for us, then!"
Violet rolled her eyes, but couldn't argue. She poured two small glasses of milk, and then grinned. "Let's dig in then!"
The giantesses' hands reached down toward the try, eager to grab cookies and dig in.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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