This choice: The giantess shakes her head and brings the pan to the oven • Go Back...Chapter #7The life of a cookie by: Unknown As the blonde giantess considered her options, you successfully freed your other arm. You start to free your legs when the baker suddenly picked up your piece. As you became level with her mouth, you froze.
Her warm breath surrounded you, making you shiver in fear. You had a visual of her massive tongue and strong teeth. She suddenly licked her lips as if teasing you. You quickly closed your eyes and turned your head away.
“Oh just get it over with!” You yelled, despite knowing she wouldn’t hear. After a few moments though, the giantess suddenly set you back down. You opened your eyes, feeling confused.
“I’m sorry Penny, it’s just that I don’t want to get fired.” She said, picking up the tray. You frantically struggled to get out once more, knowing where you were going.
“Eh, suit yourself.” The other giantess said, shrugging. The baker moved to the oven and opened it up. As she started to slide the cookie sheet into the oven, you finally popped out of your gooey prison. You ran to the edge as fast as you could.
“WAIT PLEASE! I’M NOT FOOD!” You shrieked. You helplessly watched as the entrance was sealed shut. You hesitated before holding yourself. There was no way out and if you fell, you would certainly burn.
As things started to heat up, you pulled off your shirt, hoping to get rid of some of the heat. You stripped down to your underwear and tossed your clothes off the edge. Before you had time to think, the ground started to burn your feet. You yelled and ran onto a piece of food. Though the cookie dough was really hot, it wasn’t as bad as the actual ground.
“I don’t know what’s worse, burning to death or getting devoured alive.” You said to yourself. You laid down and closed your eyes, soon falling asleep.
You soon woke up to a loud sound. You opened your eyes and looked around. Your skin was red, but seemed to be fine for now. The cookies were no longer in the oven, but were now on display. As you tried to get up, you suddenly realized you were stuck in a now solid and cooked prison.
“I’ll take two chocolate chip cookies please.” A male voice suddenly said. Your eyes focused enough to see the man behind the display case along with some other people in the store. Two cookies to your left were collected and given to him. “Thank you.”
You started to struggle out of your cookie. It wouldn’t be long before someone purchased you for dessert. You kind of wished someone would just crush you instead of eating you. As you tried to pull out, a finger suddenly pointed at you.
“I’ll take that one.” The voice said. It belonged to…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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