After a single minute of hesitation, Max quickly pressed the bright red button without even looking at the instruction next to the console.
"The red button usually solves the problems in movies. Or makes it worse." Though he intended to spectate the process he had accidentally started, he also wanted to land a counter-strike on his partner.
The monitor above the console lightened up, showing the current stage of the cooking process. The machine finished the warming up session and began to follow the order, given by the pressing of red button.
Steph was still unable to move. Her fear worsened when she looked at the other monitor front of her face.
There was text on the screen to the right of the percentage meter: "PREPARING TO FILL UP THE SUBJECT"
She could see through the transculent plastic tube that a reddish-colored liquid was quickly flowing straight to her. Without any chance to shut her mouth, the hot sauce made its way down to her stomach, the heat conquering her whole body. It was neither painful nor pleasant, but it was enough to make her silently panic.
"25%... 50%... 100%... PRESS BUTTON TO CONTINUE"
After five minutes of filling, Max finally switched the console to start the next stage of the process.
Another line of menacing text appeared on screen:
"PREPARING BODY FOR COOKING"
Steph was unable to make any sound, due to her mouth becoming numb from being gagged by a hot tube.
"Wouldn't have been in this situation if you'd just said yes." Max smirked at his partner while tapping his hand impatiently on the desk, waiting for the next step.
Two mechanical hands suddenly grabbed the girl and started carrying her to a barrel shaped machine in the middle of the area, approximately 20 meters wide. Inside the machine was yellowish liquid, most likely being tempered by some mechanism. The hands stopped exactly over the machine and gently lowered down. Her nerves wracked, her face dripping with sweat, Steph felt the slimy substance below engulfing her feet, then her waist, and finally, her chest. Max was having fun watching the process, but soon the girl ended up fully inside the barrel, hiding her from his view.
Steph finally stopped descending as her chest reached the surface of the yellowish dough. All she felt was her lower side under the surface turning numb, preventing her from moving her legs. The dough slowly crawled onto her head and arms, removing sensation from those too.
Now that ten minutes had passed, the light on the side of the container switched green, alerting Max to stop passing the time by playing on his phone and to instead return to the console, which he did. Unsure what to do, he pressed the button again. The mechanical hands followed the order and ascending up, raising their unlucky victim out of the barrel, much to Max's amusement. And even worse for Steph, the machine was ready to send her into an oven or wherever this wicked place sent the people it made modifications to.
Steph's body was completely smothered by the uncooked dough, with even her hair completely yellow. The most noticable change was her lower end, on account of how it had become spherical, approximately 15 meter wide. Her legs were completely hidden from view, with only her feet even slightly visible.
The dough assimilated her flesh into itself, turning her into the same pale beige mixture, while her insides were the same hot apple sauce that had flowed into her mouth uninvited.
The mechanical hands dragged her to the conveyor belt where a colorful plate have been waiting for her for all these minutes. Seeing that wrought fear into her very soul. She was now certain that her life was about to end here.
Small amounts of dough slid down to her lower end all over her malleable body. All of these drops fused into one bigger lump, which after achieving a certain weight detached from her lower side. It spent a short length of time plummeting before splashing onto the metallic floor of the factory.
Having seen the entire spectacle, Max couldn't resist going down there to taste a sample of the doughy puddle. First, he tentatively dipped his finger into it to taste. As the sensations coursed through his tastebuds, it was apparent that the rumors were right. It really did taste just like uncooked dough. He eyed the other puddles of dough, then the girl who was about to be dropped onto the plate.
"Hey, you know, that actually suits you perfectly," he taunted Steph, waiting for the angry expression she always responded to his idiotic jokes with. But all she did in her dire situation was hope Max would be fired if anyone found out what had taken place here.
The machine finally stopped over the plate and dropped its cargo. It had been fine-tuned to do its job with perfect accuracy so that none of the dough was wasted. Realising that the conveyor belt was headed into a huge oven, Max's exicitement suddenly turned into confidence regarding not letting down any of his teammates who might be in trouble.
The plate rapidly moved to the now open entrance of the oven. There was no time for Max to hesitate.