The heat from the burning wood starts to cook you as your skin crisps up nicely. The cheese melts beautifully on your body as the variety of toppings start to fuse their flavors and oils into you, giving you a medley of flavors. You would’ve been sweating from the intense heat if you still had been human.
As you get finished to being fully cooked, something… inexplicable happens. As you reach the final stage of your cooking, you regain your movement as the front of your magically reshaped body is laden with topping like before, but more humanoid. Your eyes seem to be two sliced, black olives, your smiling mouth a piece of julienned bell pepper, and your nipples miniature slices of pepperoni. Your proportionate member and its accompanying balls juts out from your crotch, covered in cheese and tomato. However, you are still small as the still burning logs look like trailers to you.
You peek outside the wood-fired oven as you can see the chef is paying attention elsewhere, not giving mind to you. You can use these few moments of inattentiveness to your advantage… you could try to escape this humongous kitchen you’ve ended up in, or you could try and explore your surroundings. You could also try to talk to someone and convince them that you’re originally a human, though that’d be difficult knowing you’re a living pizza…