Trapped in the kitchen of giants - it's like something from a fairy tale. Is it too much to wish for a beautiful princess to come and rescue you? Right now, the nearest equivalent in this macro-world is frowning as she tries to discern the facial features on your three-quarter inch tall form.
"Hmm," she says, blasting you with an exhalation. "I don't see it, mama. Papa was not quite so handsome."
She twists you around to show to her mother, who is currently placing the cake onto a tray to cool. The older woman smiles sadly. "Ah, then clearly you do not remember him as well as I. When I saw that thing -" ouch! "- in the store I could not resist it. A chance for your father to be part of the family traditions again, even if only in a small way."
The mother sniffs, and the daughter steps forward for comfort. The two giantesses collide with seismic force, a weeping head resting on a stoic shoulder. The daighter brings her arms around to pat and rub a back with comforting hands, keeping you pinched at the same time. Repeated impacts, sudden movements, and the great, shuddering motion of the older woman, all shaking you in place, fearful that each moment may be the last.
They part in time, exchanging smiles. The daughter brings you back up before her face again, a massive grin as she checks you out. "I see it now, mama. It is as if papa has been returned to us in miniature form!"
"Oh, nothing about your father was ever miniature!" the mother laughs.
"Oh, mama!" The daughter bats her empty hand in protest, but joins in the laughter. You are once more along for the ride, trying to rack your brain for a way to escape this. All you need is to be let go of for a moment, and you can run away, get back to the business of tiny survival.
But no, these two have big plans for you. "Well," the daughter says, brandishing you before her mother's face, "any words for papa before I place him?"
The mother wipes away a tear with the back of her hand, smiling sadly as she focuses her entire attention on you, putting you directly before the majesty of a goddess.
"I will never stop loving you," she says, ducking forward to pucker her lips and place a kiss upon your forehead. With those lips each being bigger than your entire body, it is quite the experience, this light contact still holding all the power of this titanic woman. She withdraws with one final look for this homunculus of her husband, before switching over to her still-living daughter. "Careful now - it may still be hot."
She lifts the cake again, holding it up to present the spongey underside. "Once he is inside, would you like to help with the decorations?"
"Mama, I would be honoured."
The hand of the daughter presses upward relentlessly, and while the cake's mass resists, your head is driven in further and further, until she lets go of your body and is soon pressing your feet to drive you deeper. When she finally fully lets go, the cake is placed back upon a surface, the weight of it all around you, along with the cooling heat and the freshly-baked scent.
Try as you might, you are unable to force your limbs to dig through the thick material. Trapped again! Still, it does smell delicious, and your mouth still works. You chomp a few mouthfuls of the oppressive substance, and the orange-y flavour is refreshing, comforting and memorable, sustenance for a starved and battered body. It's not much, but in the dark of this prison you'll take all you can get. If you do die here, it won't be from lack of food!
Still, you need to be prepared to make an escape at the first chance you get. you don't know when this cake will be eaten, but it can't be too far away now. You need to gain strength by resting and recovering, as you will have an entire party of giants to outwit when the time comes...
And so...
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