White fluffy cream began pumping through the tubes, and Alice made a small noise as she was forced to swallow it and wobbled uncomfortably in her breaded container as it was forced into her lower openings as well.
"Alice, I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I'm going to get you out of there." Gina said, looking for something to stop the machines. Alice let out a muffled whimper as she was force fed more of the cream. Meanwhile, the tube of dough that Alice was encased in began changing. It grew thicker and fluffier until it was about two feet thick all around her. The breading on her sides and backside expanded out circularly while the fourth side stayed mostly flat. The color and texture changed as well, growing lighter and fluffier until it was clear that the thief was enclosed in a tube of yellow sponge cake.
Soon enough her new sponge cake breading grew over the hole in the tube where her feet were. As the end expanded out like the rest of it, it upset the balance of the encased mercenary and she flopped over on her front with a mighty FWAP, so that the flat side of the pastry was down. It was only then, when the giant tube of sponge cake laid upright, that Gina realized what the tubes that were protruding from the midway point of the thick pastry and the one still feeding her at the other end were doing to her.
Gina stammered as she walked down to the other end of the tube, where the woman's head was still exposed. "Oh god, Alice... it's... it's turning you into a..." She stopped speaking as she laid eyes on the woman's face. Her skin and hair was pale white, as white as the cream pumping out of the tube. Not only that, but her features and hair had taken on a gooey quality. Strands of her hair congealed where they touched her face. Her mouth and lips, which had been taut around the inflated end of the tube, were now smeared all over the device. She was still in there, though, as when Gina entered the picture the woman's white eyes flicked to her, wide and full of fear. "Alice, I'm sorry." Gina said, over the sound of the machine adding more cream to the woman. "I'll fix this, I promise."
Soon enough her breading grew further, over her creamy features and part of the tube that was still feeding her cream, cutting the two of them off. Two cream-filled tubes still extruded from the top of the pastry as they and the one on the now-completed end finished up stuffing it with the white fluff. Eventually even they stopped, and retreated, leaving no marks on the pastry in their wake. Gina sat for a moment next to the two hundred and fifty pound Twinkie that had been her partner moments before.
Before Gina could come up with a solid plan of action, the platform tilted, dumping them on the conveyor belt in front of them as it sprang to life. As it crept closer to the doors on the other end of the hall, Gina had to make a choice....