You weighed your two options carefully before finally choosing to go bake the cake. How bad could baking a cake really be? Besides, watching a movie could end up with you being sat on again, someing you wanted to avoid for at least the rest of the day. Upon your choice, Betty's eyes lit up in delight! She grabbed you from your mom and squeezed you tight between her fingers.
"Yay!" She squealed. "Ben and I are going to make the best cake ever!" With that, she headed off to the kitchen you in hand. Your mom simply shook her head and laughed.
Once in the kitchen, Betty sat you down on the counter. Most of the ingredients were already spread out. Based on what you had heard during your time underneath Betty's ass, you figured they were making some kind of brownie cake. Your thoughts were confirmed when Betty pulled the brownie pan out of the cabinet. She threw it over to the counter, and you barely dodged out of the way. She walked back over to the counter, completely oblivious that she had just nearly crushed you with the pan.
"Okay Ben!" She began, picking up the recipe. "It says here that step one is to mix the chocolate batter." She pointed to a bowl of gooey chocolate batter. "Let's get started then!" Without warning, she picked you up, and set you on the thin edge of the bowl. She then handed you a tiny spoon. You look at her with a confused look on your face. "Stir it Ben! Mix it! I have to go to the bathroom real quick, but I'll be right back!" She turned to leave, but stopped at the doorway. "Whoops!" She was still holding the recipe book, so she threw it back to the counter and then left.
You saw the giant recipe book sailing through the air towards you, and you screamed. The giant book sailed right on by, but the strong gust of wind knocked you forward. You swung your arms to keep balance, accidentally letting the spoon fall to the counter. You couldn't save yourself though, as you tumbled right into the bowl of chocolate batter. The warm, sticky substance completely absorbed your boby, leaving only your head poking out. You tried to move, but couldn't even budge in the gooey chocolate. You sighed. Why hadn't you picked the movie?
A few minutes later, Betty returned. She was about to ask how it was going ,but saw you missing. She also saw your spoon on the counter. However, what she didn't see was your tiny head poking out of the chocolate batter.
"Aww..." Betty sighed. "Ben must have left." Frowning, Betty picked up a stirring spoon. "Oh well." She jammed the spoon into the batter, and began stirring.
You saw the giant spoon headed your way, and you yelled for help. Betty, of course, didn't hear, and began stirring. The powerful wooden spoon surged you and the rest of the chocolate around and around in circles, like a never ending whirlpool. You were sucked under multiple times, and became completely coated in chocolate. You were practically indistinguishable from the chocolate batter now. After five minutes of swirling torture, Betty put the spoon down. You took a breath and prepared to yell for help once more, when the entire world was turned upside down.
Betty saw that the next step was to pour the batter into the pan, so she did so. Easy peasy. Not so for you. The chocolate rushed out of the bowl like a waterfall, propelling so down what felt like fifty feet into the brownie pan. You landed at the bottom, and tons of chocolate washed over you. It became impossible to breathe, and you felt you might drown in it. With all your strength, you managed to push away some of the chocolate, freeing just the top of your head, your eyes, nose, and mouth. As the batter settled into the pan, it compacted to fit the space, and you became locked in your current position.
Betty admired her good work. But it was missing one more thing before baking. Toppings! With a girlish giggle, she pulled out a box of MnM's and poured them over the chocolate.
The last thing you expected to see was a rain of rainbow circles falling from the sky. Upon realizing they were MnM's, you yelled and screamed, to no avail. The large candies splashed into the chocolate, causing ear shattering booms to you. It only got worse as one fell right on your face. Besides causing large amounts of pain, the force pushed half of your face back into the chocolate. Now only one eye and your mouth was out of the chocolate batter.
"Yes! It's almost done now!" Betty exclaimed. She looked back at the recipe. "Now we just need to bake it for 135 degrees for an hour! Then everyone can eat this delicious cake!" She picked up the pan, and began to carry it to the oven. She set it on the oven top as she opened up the oven. When she stood up, she took several seconds to admire her work before inserting the cake. However, does she see your tiny, chocolate covered face poking out of the cake before it's too late?
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