Dean returned and examined the larger Peter. Peter tried to get Dean to help him. Only air came out and Dean smiled. He reached down and pulled at Peter's arm. It flopped lazily in Dean's caramel hand. Smiling, Dean planced Peter's arms across his chest and then moved his legs over his arms. He then pushed Peter's back forward and basically folded Peter into a ball. A gasp, in the form of air, groaned. Dean ignored the pleas. Dean started rolling Peter. He pushed his gooey hands deep into the dough boy. He kneed, pushed, rolled, patted, and flopped Peter all over the tray. Peter, in the mean time, felt dizzy and dizzy.
Peter figured that if he wasn't made of dough he would have thrown up by now. Dean picked up the ball turned Peter and held him up in one hand. Dean's hand grew bigger and bigger in order to fully hold the large ball of dough. With his other hand he started powdering the table again, making a thin sheet of powder. Dean then dropped Peter onto the table, where the dough boy make a nice, loud PLAT!
Peter breath a burst of air. His plea for help was long gone and he was now at the mercy of Dean. Dean held up a rolling pin and, though he couldn't see it, Peter could sense the pin coming towards him. Peter cried out and then felt himself being pressed against the table. Using the pin, Dean started rolling Peter, flattening the boy into a flat, round slab of dough. Dean then held up his hand a watched as a thick glob of caramel started to pool out from his open palm. It slowly oozed out of his palm, forming a ball, and then dropping down into the center of Peter. The caramel ball started to ooze out and flattened out against him.
"Once you're baked, this caramel will make sure you'll do ever I want. whether you want it or not. It's time I became the boss Peter." Dean said, laughing madly. He then picked up one end of Peter and folded him into the center. He did the same with all the edges, folding Peter into a square. Then he rolled Peter into a ball and then started to form a body out of the ball.
"I think you're going to like your new body Peter. You'll be my gingerbread slave -"