You don't know how long you lay in the dough before you hear the clatter overhead. Not long after that, probing metallic hands seize your dough-covered form from the pool. You can barely tell, however - the thick bread dough clings to you and only the lack of suction tells you that you are in the open air.
Before long, the hands' grip on you falters and you drop into a container not much bigger than you are. This container is also filled with the dough, but you don't sink totally beneath the surface. You manage to clear your eyes and mouth with your hands before they are pulled into the dough surrounding you. Your body disappears into the dough, leaving only your face at the surface.
Then it begins. A lid drops onto the container, shutting out whatever light was coming to you from the rest of the room. As the pitch black surrounds you, you begin to notice that it suddenly got a whole lot hotter. You yell and yell some more as the container heats up even more, but before long, you've lost consciousness altogether.
You wake up to the sensation of hanging. However, before you can check out your surroundings, you look to a figure who is standing right in front of you. She has a devious smile on her face and is staring straight at you.
You go to speak, but find that you can make no words.
"Nonono. That won't do." The figure shook her head at your attempt at words. "Food doesn't talk. You might as well not even try." She pauses. "But Mm... You look so soft and delicious..." She pokes you, still with the devious grin on her face.
You begin to protest at her first comment, but once again find that you cannot move your mouth. The poke comes as a strange sensation, echoing somewhere between your midsection and feet... Wait, where were your feet? Your entire body feels so massive and heavy, but until then you didn't even notice that you can't feel anything from your feet or your hands. You try to move a foot to kick at the girl, but this only causes a slow response from your massive body, sending you swaying back and forth in the air.
"Mm, I think you're finally done. Wanna see?" With a grin and a kick, the girl stepped aside, showing a large mirror behind her. What greets your eyes terrifies and confuses you. Where you were expecting a female form to be hanging instead hangs a life-size piece of white bread. The only thing you recognize at all is your face, which protrudes from the bread about 3/4 of the way up your body. However, the soft, smooth skin of your cheeks and lips is no more. Instead, your skin is the color and spongy texture of the bread surrounding it. Your lips seem to have taken on the properties of bread crust.
That container was a bread mold! As your mind tries to deny the reality being fed to it, you try to struggle against the hands holding you by swinging your arms and kicking your legs. The result that you see in the mirror is a slow flopping movement above and below your face. You seem to have been turned wholly into a piece of white bread!
You go to scream at the girl, but in the mirror your crusted lips stay perfectly still. She bounces back out in front of the mirror in response. "Now... What should I do with you...."