Danielle's naked little body plunged feet first into the giant mixing bowl, and instantly overwhelming aromas of ginger and cinnamon filled her nose. She smiled at the sweet, albeit strong aroma. She tried to lift her arm out of the batter like substance, and then realised that she could not. Concerned, she looked up at the giant threatening metal mixing blades attached to the giant mixer. "Eep!" she cried in fear.
Slowly but surely, the machine began to hold on, and Danielle braced herself. Was this the end? It began getting faster, faster, and each spin made Danielle dizzier and dizzier, more and more frightened. Until eventually she got pulled into the batter.
Danielle could not see anything once she was in the brown batter. She looked around but only saw a thick brown texture. She wasn't even sure where she was looking from, anymore. She didn't feel like she was IN the batter anymore, even though she was very clearly pulled into it. She could sense the blades, spinning her and moving her, and yet it didn't hurt. She realised that she hadn't been submerged into the batter, but merely blended in. She experimented by bubbling a bit on the surface of the batter. It worked!
She was still being mixed and mixed, round and round, when she felt herself sliding. The bowl must have been being tipped! She felt herself splat onto a tray, and panicked when she felt herself getting smaller and smaller again. She found eyes again, and opened them! She was a humanoid battery pile of goo sitting on a very large tray. She looked down at herself. She was brown, which was new, and had an odd texture.
"PLEASE LAY DOWN ON THE TRAY AND POSE CUTELY OR SLUTTILY DEPENDING ON PREFERENCE" Dr. Lauren's voice boomed over the speaker again. Danielle complied, placing her hands on her belly and one foot up in the "air", when lying down on a tray was really just kicking the side of her butt. She wondered why she had to do this and then looked further ahead. A giant furnace room..