Baker's DelightBaker's Delight
Written by Joshua Pierce
Shawn was starving when he came home. His shift had run a little long today and he really hoped that his roommate, Patrick, had made dinner.
Shawn opened the door and was overwhelmed by the smell of baked goods filling the house.
"Damn! You baking Patrick? It smells great!" Shawn shouted as he kicked off his shoes and headed towards the kitchen.
Patrick had been living with Shawn for a year now and he made certain that Shawn knew he was a successful baker at a small local shop. Shawn, the foodie that he was, was always willing to eat whatever was baked because of how good it was and it showed on him.
In the year they had been roommates, Shawn had put on almost 60 pounds and almost all of it had gone to his gut. He was fairly certain Patrick was trying to fatten him up and upon entering the kitchen, he knew he was right.
The small kitchen was packed with different
[C] Balloonemia'Male students do not leave your dorms, you are now under a state sanctioned quarantine. Campus police will deliver food, but do not go outside.You are at risk for contamination or infecting others.'
Damien read over the email and sighed. The epidemic as far as he could tell had been contained to the campus, and so far it was only the male students that were affected by it. Balloonemia, that's what they were calling it online. There was a disturbing amount of videos of students in the middle of class, out on the street, in their dorms, suddenly filling up with some gas and floating around till they get so big they pop. Or get taken away by campus police if they're the lucky ones.
He'd only seen it in person once. A boy in his chem class had been complaining about feeling funny. Soon he took up half the room and they had to evacuate. By the time campus security had arrived they couldn't do anything. They were moved to a new classroom after that.
It was eerie and no one knew just how it
Retro Sodas: Not Suitable For Human ConsumptionMichael had always had a passion for anything and everything retro. That included the discontinued ninety's soft drinks he bought at the back of Spencer's Gifts. The rarer it was the more he was willing to buy it.
"Wonka's Fizzy Lifting Drinks? Michael this one sounds like a phony." Jeremy looked up from the bottle of extremely carbonated soda he'd been handed, his expression was skeptical.
Michael rolled his eyes snatching the bottle away. "That is where you are wrong my friend. I always do my research, you know. In case my guy wants to try and scam me." He puts the label closer to Jeremy's face. "It was a big thing, candy companies wanted to make more money so they all tried to release these 'Wonka' brand items. All of them based on the movie. It was a real cash grab and even soda companies got into it for a while, hence, this beauty!"
He held the fizzy strawberry flavored drink as if it was a lost treasure he'd been searching for his entire life. Jeremy rolled his eyes moving his at
For LoveChapter 1 - Do it for me, Do it for love.
“C’mon, Sam,” Dave insisted. “We both know our sex life is lacking. This’ll spice things up a little.”
Sam and Dave had been dating for almost three years. Things hadn’t been the same lately, though. Sam didn’t know why, but Dave didn’t get turned on by him anymore.
Dave, on the other hand, had been getting bored by Sam. He was a natural caregiver, and his lover was too independent for him. He needed purpose, the kind besides the charity work one did at a soup kitchen or volunteering at a hospital. If Sam loved him, wouldn’t he try it?
“You know I’m not into that kind of stuff,” Sam told Dave, sliding away from Dave as they leaned against the kitchen bar.
“Do it for me.” Do it for love.
“I… no. No, Dave. It’s weird, and I-I-- I can’t.”
“Do you even love me?”
Sam’s eyes widened. “What? Of course I love y
Danny Boy - Chapter 2 - A Not Well Little BabyThomas’s baby is such a lazy one. He can’t walk far at all. The nursery’s been moved downstairs, as it’s impossible for Danny to climb up the stairs (and for Thomas to carry him). He has bottles for two of his meals now as well. Danny loves it, having found that it’s much easier to be laid in the crook of Thomas’s arm than walk to the kitchen from the living room several times a day.Danny’s still growing steadily. Rolls have been forming on his arms and legs, and his feet have become stubs. He has a double chin that obscures his adam’s apple from sight. Danny now has boobs that hang low into his protruding belly.Thomas has taken to putting paralytics in Danny’s bottles. These make Danny much duller, and his walking has regressed to that of a real three year old. His legs bow, and he nearly waddles.Thomas is cleaning up their breakfast when he hears a cry. He enters the hallway between the living room and the kitchen to see a distressed Dan in a puddle of his own piss and panting. Danny cries. “Daddy!”“Aww… has baby had a little accident?”Danny nods and raises his meaty arms to be picked up.“One minute, baby.” Thomas jumps over the puddle and heads to the bathroom to start a bath. He gets together new clothes and a diaper and sets those on the toilet seat lid before finally heading back to his sniffling boy. He tsks. “Looks like someone couldn’t make it to the bathroom,” he says, taking Danny’s thick hands to lift him out of the puddle and lead him to the bathroom.Danny still hasn’t stopped crying, babbling apologies and excuses. He finally quiets down when Thomas helps to lower him into the warm bathwater. Danny now just sniffles and keeps his eyes downcast at the water, his view partially blocked by his belly.Thomas slowly washes him. He lathers up a washcloth and runs it down every crook and cranny. He’s sure to be extra slow and careful at Danny’s cock. Usually Danny bathes himself, but he wanted to try something different today. Danny hasn’t said anything, so it seems like they can make a duo bathtime a fixture in their routine.When he begins dressing Danny, Thomas realizes the shirt he got for Danny is much too small. It hugs every fat roll, and Danny’s belly causes it to ride up. Sadly, though, it’s the biggest size they have. He makes a note to take Danny shopping.Instead of giving Danny underwear, Thomas slides a thin diaper under Danny’s butt. Danny squeaks and tries to sit up to see what’s under him.“Baby needs a diaper,” Thomas explains easily, bringing the front of the diaper over Danny’s cock. “I don’t want you having anymore accidents. You’ll mess up the wood and your clothes. We can’t have that, can we, Danny?”“Thomas--”“Daddy.” Thomas doesn’t want this to turn into an adult moment.“No, Thomas.” Dan takes a breath. “I don’t like this. I mean--”Thomas cuts him off by stuffing a pacifier into Dan’s mouth.Dan tries to spit it out, but Thomas holds it in. “You’re not well, baby. You’ve been gaining weight… you can’t walk as well. You need someone to take care of you. Let me take care of you. I want to.”Dan blinks, obviously taking the information in. His head lifts slightly as he takes a look at his big pot belly and fat limbs. He pushes Thomas’s hand, and therefore the pacifier, away. “Don’t like paci, Daddy.”Thomas smiles and puts the pacifier away.Danny smiles back at him. “Thank you.”***Today has been a good day. They’ve gone shopping for new clothes. While Danny was busy getting t-shirts and sweatpants, Thomas indulged in onesies and mittens and bottles. He’d made his purchase before Danny finished, knowing it sometimes still upset Dan how far he’d gone. It was fun to watch the fat man waddle through the store, wheezing as his ass jiggled.Now, after a hearty lunch, and Thomas has tasked himself with making a new concoction for Danny’s pre-nap bottle. Combining weight gain powder, laxatives, a paralytic and vitamins, he blends together a most tasty chocolate milk of sorts. He screws it into a 160z bottle and goes to the nursery to find his little one.Danny blinks sleepily in the middle of the room, alphabet blocks in a pile in front of him. He stacks them three by three before knocking them down with a small grin. After knocking them down a fifth time, Danny notices his daddy in the doorway. “Daddy!” he says, lifting his arms.Thomas lowers himself behind Danny and sets the baby’s neck in the crook of his arm, so he can give him the bottle. Danny’s eyes are closed before he’s even taken the first suck, and soon, after three quarters of a bottle, the boy is off to dream world. Thomas skips a burping and leaves his boy on the floor to nap.It’s three hours later when Thomas returns to see his baby is still slumbering. The only difference from before is the smell of poop diffused into the air. He clicks the lights on, waking Danny up. Thomas hides behind Danny to see what happens.When Danny at first wakes up, he’s obviously very disoriented. He rolls onto his back, and the scrunching of his face indicates he feels liquidy poop smearing against his bottom. He begins to cry and yell for Thomas.Thomas comes into the light. “What’s wrong, baby?”“You-- you…” Danny sobs some more. It takes him another minute to compose himself. “You’re making me this way! I-- I…” He collapses into sobs once again.Thomas lowers himself next to the stinky boy and whispers softly.“Oh, Danny… you’re not well, my boy.” His tone is dripping with kindness and concern. “Let me take care of you... You know you’re not well… You’re hurting yourself when you do this… I’ll make you better.” He rubs soothing circles into Danny’s back. “I’ve been trying to find the right time to tell you. I didn’t know how you were going to react. I love you too much to let this continue, though. Shh… Shh… Let it out, baby. Let it out. You’re okay…”Danny calms, and fatigued from the outburst, collapses against Thomas’s chest in sniffles. He rubs his snot against Thomas’s shirt, crying, “Daddy, m’messy…”“I know, baby. Daddy will get you all cleaned up.” Thomas pops a pacifier in Danny’s mouth. Danny immediately begins sucking it, and saliva is already running down his chin.Thomas bathes his baby and powders him well before putting him into an extra thick diaper and onesie, squeezing fat rolls as he does so. He then feeds his baby a post nap bottle, pure milk.The whole time he’s been quietly reassuring his baby that all is well, and that we will be okay. After all, everything is well, and Thomas’s baby will soon be even more than just okay.
Danny Boy - Chapter 1 - Chubby Little BabyEvery Saturday morning, Thomas and Dan have their routine.
Thomas always wakes up first. He rolls out of bed, brushes his teeth, and begins making breakfast for his little one. Usually, he makes fruit salads or smoothies. Today, he’s making pancakes. He makes sure to mix in tons of sugar and a few scoops of a weight gain powder he’d bought at the store on Thursday in preparation for the weekend. His wooden spoon runs through the mixture until all is smooth.
Danny comes into the kitchen, fisting his eyes while his bare feet slap at the cold tile. “Mornin’, Daddy,” he mutters, sliding into a chair at the table. He yawns and licks his pink lips. “What’s for breakfast?” he aks.
“Pancakes,” Thomas says easily. He uses the ladle to pour perfect circles onto the preheated griddle in front of him. He thinks he’ll have Danny eat at least five. He can probably get six with a glass of chocolate milk, though. He hums to himself, hap
Danny Boy - PrologueThomas loves Danny, his little one. He loves to take Danny to the park and make yummy things and watch movies and paint and do tons of other things, all with his little Danny. He loves the way Danny jumps whenever he’s excited. He loves the cute t-shirts with teddy bears and pandas and other cute animals that Dan wears with denim overalls or shorts. He loves it all.
He’d love more, though. He’d love to be with Danny every day, and he’d love for Danny to age down a little younger than three. Even Dan’s headspace three isn’t a real three, though he claims it is. Thomas should know. He’s a little brother a decade younger than him. Dan’s not a three. He’s an awkward, regressed six at best.
Thomas wants a baby. He wants something small and cuddly with rolls adorning its stubby, feeble arms and legs. He wants a baby with a creamy belly that pokes out even when he’s sleeping. He wants pillowy lips bobbing a pacifier up and down and s