Gina is so taken back by the breaded woman wobbling back and forth on the plate that she took a step back. What was she even looking at? Alice didn't look like any food that Gina had ever seen. Alice's eyes widened, meanwhile, and her efforts to speak continued, only resulting in a smattering of PB&J dripping from her lips. Unfortunately, Gina snapped back a second too late, as a second machine finished taking its calculations and she looked up to see a wall of dough approaching her. The sticky, gooey coating covered her as easily as it had her partner and before Gina could even cry out in surprise she found herself in an inescapable tube of dough, from her ankles to her shoulders.
The knowledge of what was impending only caused her to struggle harder against her organic bonds, and as the familiar tubes dropped down she struggled even harder still, causing her to topple over. She hit the ground hard, only to find that she'd fallen facing her sandwich-mawed companion, who was watching as the tubes drew closer. Being on the ground only made her an easier target for the tubes, a fact that Gina noticed quickly as all three hit their marks at almost at the exact same time.
"Ghrmk!" Unable to cry out in surprise due to the expanding tube in her mouth, she only wobbled in her casing uncomfortably as the pumping started. She was forced to swallow gulp after gulp of thick cheese, though she could feel something slimier, something meatier being forced into her lower openings. In the end, she could do nothing as her dough expanded into thick, heavy wheat bread, as she felt the growing meat and cheese within her. Slabs of bologna and slices of gooey cheese grew around her at her openings. Although she knew the machine was coming as soon as the tubes were done, it only added insult to injury, knowing that her own lips were being sculpted into a mockery of her current form.
When the machine pulled away, a wisp of steam rose from the cheese and bologna sandwich that now served as Gina's lips. Trying to speak earned her about as much success as her PB&J companion, her lips slapping awkwardly. "Phlmiph, Thlpp fh fhpphm woph." Trying to move only coaxed lazy wobbles from her bread-encased form.
With both mercenaries reduced to sandwich rolls....