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Micro was eventually abducted from his boob prison by a pair of fingers. Because of his minuscule size all it took was a strand of fur from each finger to pin him between them and be carried out of his roommate's cleavage. Of course Gwen did that just when he started to enjoy it. But Micro didn't have a say in the situation and so he was dropped onto a table before the landmass of a bat took a few bowls, knives and other stuff and placed them around him.
“Okay, what are your plans now?”
“I originally wanted to have some fun observing you through a microscope, but I really should start making dinner. And since you're already here, you could help as well.”
“Sure, maybe I can lift a grain of sugar or something.”
After all the ingredients were placed around him as well, Gwen took Micro and brought him really close to her mouth.
“I was more thinking that you could... add some taste.”
Gwen made sure to envelop Micro in her hot breath as she practically blew those last words at him.

Micro was dropped into a bowl. Before he had the chance to complain he saw Gwen holding a pair of eggs. She hit the edge of the bowl with both at the same time and spread the broken shell apart. Micro saw the content of both eggs drop into the bowl and since the content came from opposing directions Micro had nowhere to run and was thus soon hit by the tidal waves of egg whites. When he emerged from the slimy ocean he wondered if he should try swimming onto one of the two spherical, yellow islands that were the egg yolks.
“Micro, can you spot parts of the eggshells somewhere in there? With your size even the tiniest bit should be impossible to overlook.”
“No, everything is clean here.”
“Perfect. Hey, did you know that an egg yolk is actually a single cell? So you should probably get used to see them like this.”
Since Micro was already smaller than 6 micrometer he couldn't deny that Gwen was going to be right very soon.

Currently Micro had other things to worry about, like a landmass worth of butter suddenly splashing into the egg sea.
“Can't you at least warn me before you do that kind of stuff?”
“Why should I warn my ingredients? I mean, I could say that I'm going to use a whisk now, but I don't see how that would make a difference.”
Once Micro witnessed the whisk diving into the egg and butter sea he couldn't help but feel that Gwen was right about that. Each bar of metal was almost a kilometer in diameter in comparison so maybe not knowing what would happen would have been better in this case. And it only got worse once it started moving. Something inside Micro told him to swim even if it couldn't help if he were hit by the whisk. However, it helped him to stay afloat even with the rough waves in the egg and butter ocean. And luckily the gaps between the bars were much wider than the bars themselves so it was much more likely for Micro to not be hit by the whisk. The chance wasn't zero though as he had to learn by being hit eventually and pushed to the edge of the ocean. In the distance he saw the butter fuse with the egg while he was relatively safe. But then the whisk suddenly decided to go for the edge and brought him back to the center.

After a few minutes which felt like an eternity to Micro the whisk left the bowl. He finally had a bit of time to relax, for three whole seconds. After that he had to experience massive sugar crystals falling into the ocean like a waterfall. They sank very slowly and formed a sugar mountain above the ocean. Micro was just glad that the event didn't cause anything for him, until a second waterfall of crystals came down, unfortunately right on his spot. After making it out of the ocean he found himself inside a cave in the mountain of sugar around him. The sugar smelled unusual though until he figured out that it was vanilla sugar.
“Are you making a cake?”
“Yep.”
“Are you really sure that you want me in here then? I don't think my flavor goes well with the rest of the cake.”
“Eh, your flavor won't be strong enough for that.”
Given that Micro was a single micrometer tall, Gwen was right once again.

One mixing later, this time with additional difficulty because of the masses of sugar crystals swimming around everywhere before they became one with the ocean, Micro was on top of the ocean again and saw her pouring in flour and baking soda. For some reason Gwen apparently decided to not bury Micro beneath all of it, but then he figured that it was probably so that he could see her holding a hand blender with a grin. And of course she went for the highest power...
Micro was stuck somewhere in the batter. He tried to move but the batter sticking to his body didn't let him. Since the batter only had to be baked by now, he expected the oven to be his next destination. But suddenly the batter above Micro parted. Light blinded him as an angelic choir sang while he felt that he was being carried up. He didn't expect this to be his way to go, suffocated in cake batter, but he didn't complain about going to heaven. He opened his eyes... and saw Gwen holding him with the tip of a fork as she stopped the angelic choir track on her phone.
“I don't know if I should feel relieved or disappointed.”
“Don't worry, you'll be eaten soon enough.”
“If you eat me I'll make you sick.”
Micro shrunk to below 0.8 micrometer, so he was in the right size range for it.
“Sure, try to give me food poisoning.”

Micro was cleaned off the fork and dropped into a tiny bowl filled with white chocolate. The bowl was carried somewhere and even after arriving it made Micro a bit nauseous.
“Let's see if you can still make me sick after this.”
Micro saw Gwen leave after putting the cake batter into an oven and immediately thought about escaping. A part of the piece of chocolate he was on was hanging over the edge of the bowl, so it was possible in theory. But as he made his way his strength left him as it was way too hot. It was then that he noticed the steam rising from around the bowl and that the chocolate on the ground began to melt. He then reconsidered his plan and decided not to escape into the cooking pot the bowl was obviously swimming in. That also meant that he had no other choice but to watch as the piece of chocolate he was standing on sunk into the molten white chocolate. He felt like he was stuck on a small ship that hit an iceberg and didn't have any way to get into safety, except that the ocean was boiling lava. He went as far up as he could but the few extra micrometer didn't really delay the inevitable and so the molten white chocolate caught Micro. And after that Micro felt quite silly for being afraid of it. He could swim on the surface easily and the white chocolate not even had the temperature of a hot bath.

Gwen returned shortly after the chocolate was molten down and took it out of the cooking pot, along with Micro. She then poured Micro, a bit of the white chocolate, cream and a bag of citric acid into a new bowl before getting the hand blender.
“You don't mind being turned into whipped cream, do you?”
“Just get this over with.”
“You're not complaining?”
“You're going to do this anyway, so the least I can do is not making you enjoy it more than necessary.”
“You can be a real spoilsport sometimes, you know that?”
For the first time since shrinking Micro got somewhat of a real win as he saw the bat girl the size of a planet in comparison pout while sticking the hand blender into the cream ocean he was in. And even after shrinking below 0.4 micrometer and being part of whipped cream that win couldn't be taken from him.

Micro was once again pulled up, this time on the tip of a spoon, and brought towards the fridge. He was close enough to the edge of the spoon to jump from it, but he doubted that the floor was the safest place for him at his current size. So he just waited and saw Gwen open the fridge, take a plate with cut strawberries and place Micro on them. Then he was simply placed into the fridge and already felt the cold.
“A spoilsport like you should probably be kept fresh. I'll get you out once everything else is done.”
With that the door of the fridge was closed and Micro trapped inside it. The cold was getting stronger and the darkness didn't help either. Micro decided to look for a warmer place but realized that it would take days to get off the strawberry he was on. However, the strawberry was the answer, as he found some sort of cave leading into the fruit. The cave was not only much more pleasant in terms of temperature, but it also provided a nice strawberry scent through the air. With that Micro found a place he could relax in for the moment.

Everything around Micro shook as something huge moved and light filled the fridge. As the entire cave suddenly went up Micro fell out of it and saw that it was time. With his 96 nanometer in height Micro saw the planetary bat pick one strawberry after another to place them in circles onto the cake. After the last strawberry was placed it was Micro's turn to be picked.
“You know, a lot of people would love to be on a gigantic cake. I can only imagine how envious some of them would be of you.”
“I'd be willing to trade places right now.”
Micro's location did change, but only towards the cake. He was dropped onto the strawberry white chocolate cake which was like a continent to him. The gaps between the strawberries or the cream mountains were big enough for him to build entire cities on. But no matter how inviting the cake was, the looming roommate looking at it hungrily was no good sign.
“You know, I originally wanted to wait for Shekra to come home so that we could let luck decide who you'll end up with. But now that you're probably beyond microscopic I should eat you before you become atomic...”
“Like I said, if you eat me, I'll make you sick.”
An apocalyptic knife cut through the cake a few times before Micro felt how he was lifted up.
“Go ahead and try, Micro...”
Micro saw Gwen open her mouth, revealing her fangs. They were of course not by far as threatening as her throat. Micro knew that if he entered her mouth, he would be in for a ride...

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And like that, you guys made it to the penultimate round and manage to reach the goal, as such, you guys basically dictate what ending Micro will get for the last drawing. That said, since this is still the second to last drawing, I'm still going to put the formula just so we can see how small Micro can get in the end.

Micro's new size = 96 nanometer / (1+ (views*1%)+(comments*11%)+(favs*5%))

Description
Micro was eventually abducted from his boob prison by a pair of fingers. Because of his minuscule size all it took was a strand of fur from each finger to pin him between them and be carried out of his roommate's cleavage. Of course Gwen did that just when he started to enjoy it. But Micro didn't have a say in the situation and so he was dropped onto a table before the landmass of a bat took a few bowls, knives and other stuff and placed them around him.
“Okay, what are your plans now?”
“I originally wanted to have some fun observing you through a microscope, but I really should start making dinner. And since you're already here, you could help as well.”
“Sure, maybe I can lift a grain of sugar or something.”
After all the ingredients were placed around him as well, Gwen took Micro and brought him really close to her mouth.
“I was more thinking that you could... add some taste.”
Gwen made sure to envelop Micro in her hot breath as she practically blew those last words at him.

Micro was dropped into a bowl. Before he had the chance to complain he saw Gwen holding a pair of eggs. She hit the edge of the bowl with both at the same time and spread the broken shell apart. Micro saw the content of both eggs drop into the bowl and since the content came from opposing directions Micro had nowhere to run and was thus soon hit by the tidal waves of egg whites. When he emerged from the slimy ocean he wondered if he should try swimming onto one of the two spherical, yellow islands that were the egg yolks.
“Micro, can you spot parts of the eggshells somewhere in there? With your size even the tiniest bit should be impossible to overlook.”
“No, everything is clean here.”
“Perfect. Hey, did you know that an egg yolk is actually a single cell? So you should probably get used to see them like this.”
Since Micro was already smaller than 6 micrometer he couldn't deny that Gwen was going to be right very soon.

Currently Micro had other things to worry about, like a landmass worth of butter suddenly splashing into the egg sea.
“Can't you at least warn me before you do that kind of stuff?”
“Why should I warn my ingredients? I mean, I could say that I'm going to use a whisk now, but I don't see how that would make a difference.”
Once Micro witnessed the whisk diving into the egg and butter sea he couldn't help but feel that Gwen was right about that. Each bar of metal was almost a kilometer in diameter in comparison so maybe not knowing what would happen would have been better in this case. And it only got worse once it started moving. Something inside Micro told him to swim even if it couldn't help if he were hit by the whisk. However, it helped him to stay afloat even with the rough waves in the egg and butter ocean. And luckily the gaps between the bars were much wider than the bars themselves so it was much more likely for Micro to not be hit by the whisk. The chance wasn't zero though as he had to learn by being hit eventually and pushed to the edge of the ocean. In the distance he saw the butter fuse with the egg while he was relatively safe. But then the whisk suddenly decided to go for the edge and brought him back to the center.

After a few minutes which felt like an eternity to Micro the whisk left the bowl. He finally had a bit of time to relax, for three whole seconds. After that he had to experience massive sugar crystals falling into the ocean like a waterfall. They sank very slowly and formed a sugar mountain above the ocean. Micro was just glad that the event didn't cause anything for him, until a second waterfall of crystals came down, unfortunately right on his spot. After making it out of the ocean he found himself inside a cave in the mountain of sugar around him. The sugar smelled unusual though until he figured out that it was vanilla sugar.
“Are you making a cake?”
“Yep.”
“Are you really sure that you want me in here then? I don't think my flavor goes well with the rest of the cake.”
“Eh, your flavor won't be strong enough for that.”
Given that Micro was a single micrometer tall, Gwen was right once again.

One mixing later, this time with additional difficulty because of the masses of sugar crystals swimming around everywhere before they became one with the ocean, Micro was on top of the ocean again and saw her pouring in flour and baking soda. For some reason Gwen apparently decided to not bury Micro beneath all of it, but then he figured that it was probably so that he could see her holding a hand blender with a grin. And of course she went for the highest power...
Micro was stuck somewhere in the batter. He tried to move but the batter sticking to his body didn't let him. Since the batter only had to be baked by now, he expected the oven to be his next destination. But suddenly the batter above Micro parted. Light blinded him as an angelic choir sang while he felt that he was being carried up. He didn't expect this to be his way to go, suffocated in cake batter, but he didn't complain about going to heaven. He opened his eyes... and saw Gwen holding him with the tip of a fork as she stopped the angelic choir track on her phone.
“I don't know if I should feel relieved or disappointed.”
“Don't worry, you'll be eaten soon enough.”
“If you eat me I'll make you sick.”
Micro shrunk to below 0.8 micrometer, so he was in the right size range for it.
“Sure, try to give me food poisoning.”

Micro was cleaned off the fork and dropped into a tiny bowl filled with white chocolate. The bowl was carried somewhere and even after arriving it made Micro a bit nauseous.
“Let's see if you can still make me sick after this.”
Micro saw Gwen leave after putting the cake batter into an oven and immediately thought about escaping. A part of the piece of chocolate he was on was hanging over the edge of the bowl, so it was possible in theory. But as he made his way his strength left him as it was way too hot. It was then that he noticed the steam rising from around the bowl and that the chocolate on the ground began to melt. He then reconsidered his plan and decided not to escape into the cooking pot the bowl was obviously swimming in. That also meant that he had no other choice but to watch as the piece of chocolate he was standing on sunk into the molten white chocolate. He felt like he was stuck on a small ship that hit an iceberg and didn't have any way to get into safety, except that the ocean was boiling lava. He went as far up as he could but the few extra micrometer didn't really delay the inevitable and so the molten white chocolate caught Micro. And after that Micro felt quite silly for being afraid of it. He could swim on the surface easily and the white chocolate not even had the temperature of a hot bath.

Gwen returned shortly after the chocolate was molten down and took it out of the cooking pot, along with Micro. She then poured Micro, a bit of the white chocolate, cream and a bag of citric acid into a new bowl before getting the hand blender.
“You don't mind being turned into whipped cream, do you?”
“Just get this over with.”
“You're not complaining?”
“You're going to do this anyway, so the least I can do is not making you enjoy it more than necessary.”
“You can be a real spoilsport sometimes, you know that?”
For the first time since shrinking Micro got somewhat of a real win as he saw the bat girl the size of a planet in comparison pout while sticking the hand blender into the cream ocean he was in. And even after shrinking below 0.4 micrometer and being part of whipped cream that win couldn't be taken from him.

Micro was once again pulled up, this time on the tip of a spoon, and brought towards the fridge. He was close enough to the edge of the spoon to jump from it, but he doubted that the floor was the safest place for him at his current size. So he just waited and saw Gwen open the fridge, take a plate with cut strawberries and place Micro on them. Then he was simply placed into the fridge and already felt the cold.
“A spoilsport like you should probably be kept fresh. I'll get you out once everything else is done.”
With that the door of the fridge was closed and Micro trapped inside it. The cold was getting stronger and the darkness didn't help either. Micro decided to look for a warmer place but realized that it would take days to get off the strawberry he was on. However, the strawberry was the answer, as he found some sort of cave leading into the fruit. The cave was not only much more pleasant in terms of temperature, but it also provided a nice strawberry scent through the air. With that Micro found a place he could relax in for the moment.

Everything around Micro shook as something huge moved and light filled the fridge. As the entire cave suddenly went up Micro fell out of it and saw that it was time. With his 96 nanometer in height Micro saw the planetary bat pick one strawberry after another to place them in circles onto the cake. After the last strawberry was placed it was Micro's turn to be picked.
“You know, a lot of people would love to be on a gigantic cake. I can only imagine how envious some of them would be of you.”
“I'd be willing to trade places right now.”
Micro's location did change, but only towards the cake. He was dropped onto the strawberry white chocolate cake which was like a continent to him. The gaps between the strawberries or the cream mountains were big enough for him to build entire cities on. But no matter how inviting the cake was, the looming roommate looking at it hungrily was no good sign.
“You know, I originally wanted to wait for Shekra to come home so that we could let luck decide who you'll end up with. But now that you're probably beyond microscopic I should eat you before you become atomic...”
“Like I said, if you eat me, I'll make you sick.”
An apocalyptic knife cut through the cake a few times before Micro felt how he was lifted up.
“Go ahead and try, Micro...”
Micro saw Gwen open her mouth, revealing her fangs. They were of course not by far as threatening as her throat. Micro knew that if he entered her mouth, he would be in for a ride...

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--------------------------------

And like that, you guys made it to the penultimate round and manage to reach the goal, as such, you guys basically dictate what ending Micro will get for the last drawing. That said, since this is still the second to last drawing, I'm still going to put the formula just so we can see how small Micro can get in the end.

Micro's new size = 96 nanometer / (1+ (views*1%)+(comments*11%)+(favs*5%))