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You shoot through darkness, feeling soft dough all around you as you hold your breath. You feel your sides rubbing against the tubes as you are forced down. Suddenly you feel yourself stick again, even as tones of dough hits your upper body, forcing your arms down to your sides as you are squeezed through an opening, feeling like a sting of playdough. as your arms pass through, you feel resistance, and a shudder and squeal of metal, then a snap. You suddenly shoot out, landing on a conveyer belt full of dough. You gasp a breath of air, feeling yourself moving as everything moves. Then you try to get up.
Strangely your arms don't move. You try feeling, but find them pinned around your chest, then feel a ring, which locks your arms to your sides as your forearms wriggle about. Looking back where you came, you see a broken pipe fitting, that broke as you were midway through. The new fashion accessory has you bound, as you try rocking yourself to get up.
Suddenly you hear the sound of machines, and look forward. Your view is heavily blocked by your stomach, but a pounding sound is undeniable, and getting louder. Then you see rising up a number of machines with padded ends pounding the dough into uniformity. Gasping you increase your efforts to try and free yourself.
Too late though. Suddenly you feel yourself being buffered by the machine, you form bouncing and wobbling and shaking like a punching bag filled with jello. Luckily your flab protects you from being seriously injured, but you come out of it feeling soft and tenderized. Then you fee a sqeezing, beginning at your toes, but slowly pushing over you, as you see giant rolling pins squeezing your form attempting to flatten you with the rest of the dough. You feel your fat being shifted up and down your body, like some weird massage. You find yourself panting from taking the abuse. Then a thought occurs, pounding and rolling, the next thing would be... cookie cutters!
You throw yourself from one side to the other, as you hear steam hissing from pistons, as target bladed stamps punch out the cookie shapes ahead of you. Not wanting to be cut to ribbons, you manage to roll to one side, tumbling off on conveyer to another, landing face first on another conveyer just in time to avoid becoming the next 6 dozen cookies.
Close one. You look at the new conveyer, seeing... eclairs? Sweets must be branching out. You try to get up again, but find your feet scraping the ground from atop the mountain of blubber that is your belly. With your arms still pined you can't seem to move as you enter another room. This one smells sweet, and you see tubes filled with custard, as a machine comes down and injects the filling into the eclairs. You watch as the one in front of you passes into the machine and is filled, then you follow. As you do, you feel your sides push into the opening of the machine, and stick, as the tube comes down, and inserts itself into your mouth, and you suddenly feel the pressurized custard shoot into your mouth and down your throat. It lasts only for a moment, then the conveyer tries to move. However, with you stuck, the belt slides underneath you, but you don't go anywhere. You feel an eclair hit you belly on the other side, then the tube comes down and forces another serving of custard into you.
You struggle, but between all your inconveniences, you can barely move, you have to get out! But how?
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