You are horrified at your current state. You have no limbs and can only watch the girl as you hang in silence. She tilts her head and pushes the mirror away. "Y'know, I don't think you're done." She grins as your eyes go wide and your crusted lips mouth out silent words of terror.
She presses a button on a console near her and a clear tube drops down, forcefully jamming itself between your silent lips. A tan gooey sludge slowly courses down the tube and you panic, causing your bread-slice form to flop around fruitlessly. As soon as the peanut butter reaches your lips, however, you can't help but calm down and swallow it. You soon feel yourself expanding outward, but even that feeling is pushed aside as more of the goo is forced into you.