Your little orb of a body was a bright cherry red, you looked like a regular ball of gummy. Not to mention, you had been mixed up so much that you couldn't even wriggle as Vicky carried you home. You wondered what fresh horror your daughter had planned for you. Were you to be molded into the gummy dress she had intended to buy? Was she going to Smear you into your wifes favorite red yoga mat? You had no idea and no way of asking Vicky. When she got home, she quickly tossed her bag in her room, carried you down to the kitchen and put you in a saucepan. She turned the hob on at a low heat and began rummaging around in the drawers looking for something.
As she rummaged, you felt yourself softening, becoming less solid and more of a thick paste. It wasn't hot enough to melt you into a full liquid though, but when Vicky stood back up, you knew why she was softening you. In her hand was a turkey baster. It was a special one that resembled an oversized syringe rather than a traditional baster. She chuckled "Oh this is going to be so funny" She claimed as she stuck it into you and pulled it back, your body being sucked into the plastic tube. She kept pulling the end until all of you was sealed inside it. Vicky turned off the hob, placed you on the side and washed up the saucepan before putting it away, hiding any sign she had done anything.
With that sorted she snuck up to the on suite bathroom you and your wife had. It didn't have a shower, it was just somewhere for Mckayla to wash off her make up and brush her teeth before bed. She grinned at you in the tube "Mom bought some new toileteries yesterday but hasn't opened them yet. One of them was...this!" She held up an unopened tube of cherry flavoured "Super scrub" toothpaste. Suddenly the cherry red dye made sense. You already had a cherry scent and taste, which was now probably enhanced by the dye. You watched as your daughter squeezed the entire tube of real toothpaste down the drain before aiming the nozzle of your prison to the now empty tubes opening. "Mom's gonna love her new toothpaste" Vicky said before pushing down on the plunger.
Unable to fight back, you were pushed into the empty toothpaste tube, your gummy body filling it back up until you were packed tightly inside. You saw your last glimpse of daylight fade as Vicky screwed the lid back on and placed the tube where she had found it. "Hehe, good luck being found Dad...ill wait for you to tell mom on me hahahah" She said, laughing as she walked away.
You lay there in the dark tube, unable to move, make a sound or alert your wife in any way that you were not toothpaste. As it was a brand new tube, she wouldn't know any different. You knew you were in terrible danger. It would take Mckayla months to work her way through your tube, only letting tiny bits of you out at a time before spitting you down the drain. By the time she finished you off, you would probably reform about the size of a pea with the rest of your mass somewhere in a water treatment plant....
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