A Show and Dinner at The Trough Pt.2: A Transformational Entree
Alex and Jesse were slumped on top of each other on the floor of the stage at The Trough. Their fat bodies were digesting a large amount of appetizers they were hypnotically encouraged to eat. Their mouths hung open slightly as they softly snored, drool dripping down each otherâs bodies into their deepest crevasses, deeper now than before their first act on stage.
Above them stood Dan, who called himself The Big Mezmer when he was operating in his current capacity as a stage hypnotist. He lived up to his name, a giant of a man whose tight-fitting clothes showed off every inch of his corpulence. He had just finished hypnotizing the duo below him, newbies to his show. And with them he had captured some number of the audience as well. They were accustomed to hearing his voice and going under for him since he had been doing a weekly show at The Trough for a year now. They were all fat guys, too, so some of them were also slumped over at their tables in various states of undress.Â
There was a strong smell of sweat and sex in the room in addition to the delectable food smells emanating from the kitchen where Roland, the chef, was cooking up the dinners that were coming soon. It was a combination of aromas that Dan loved, so he inhaled deeply and let out a big sigh. The audience was rapt, those of them still awake, and they knew that the next portion of the show would be colossal in more ways than one.Â
Back at the bar, Sam stood stoically. He and Dan had become close friends and occasional lovers and with his interest in erotic hypnosis, had spent countless hours under Danâs spell. Hell, thatâs half the reason why Dan had been performing at Samâs bar for a year. After a disastrous first show in which Sam had accidentally fallen into a hypnotic trance from behind the bar and hit his head when he fell to the floor, Sam had insisted that Dan install some posthypnotic suggestions protecting Sam from going under when he didnât want to.Â
Heâd had half a thought to let himself be taken under at the start of the show. He thought that the smaller of the two guys on stage (Jesse?) was kinda cute and reminded him of himself at that age. Youthful, eager to learn and experience new things. He had felt trapped when he became a professor at the local college, so he took the opportunity to start a new venture when the pandemic hit and invited his old friend, Dan, to be the entertainment. He knew about Danâs appreciation for the larger male form and, whether he had been hypnotically compelled or developed it on his own, Sam shared that proclivity.Â
When Sam conceived of The Trough, he thought of it as a place where like-minded men could find each other and indulge in their deepest fantasies and built it to purpose. Thatâs why the chairs were so big and reinforced, and thatâs why he had found the best chef in the area who loved cooking. Roland thought it was all a little strange, the hyper-specific clientele and the weird hypnosis thing, but the pay was good and he did indeed love cooking. The patrons were appreciative of his work and Roland grew to enjoy the way they abandoned all sense of decorum as they ate. It was unlike anywhere else he had worked before but the differences werenât bad, they just took some adjustment.Â
Rolandâs kitchen was designed for mass output rather than high cuisine. Sam was very clear when he hired Roland that his clientele was less interested in the taste than they were in the quantity, so Roland devised a simple menu of easy-to-batch-make foods with heavy carbohydrate and fat contents. That isnât to say that the food is bad at The Trough. It is delicious, and Roland prided himself on the fact that he probably had more return customers than any other chef in the area. Sam once asked Roland if he had the same attractions and desires as the clientele he served, which Roland answered in the negative. He was asexual, actually, and only found pleasure in his work. It was a good fit: he enjoyed feeding people and the fat men enjoyed eating.Â
He was almost finished preparing the huge entrĂ©e serving he had to do on show nights. He and Dan had talked about what Danâs shows would be like and how Roland could accommodate the amount of food his audience would be eating. The portion sizes grew on show nights, and Dan tended to inspire mass gorging that happened all at once, so Roland had to ensure his kitchen was outputting at max capacity. Tonight was no different. Pizzas, calzones, burgers, steaks, all kinds of pasta. Roland wasnât flexing his culinary bonafides but he was showing off his logistics-oriented abilities. Everything was ready to go, he just needed to wait for Danâs signal that the next act was beginning.
On stage, Dan had been thinking about what heâd do to his newest subjects (and anyone in the audience who had gone under for him). He wanted to keep them eating, of course, but the two college students had really gone for it during the appetizer section. Sometimes he was too good at his job, he thought, a small smile coming to his face. He also wanted to ensure that his young subjects were able to release all the sexual tension they had built in the previous segment. He liked a little orgasm denial, especially at the start of his shows, but he wasnât as cruel as some other hypnotists he knew. He was ultimately here to show his subjects a good time that they couldnât get elsewhere.Â
Scrolling through his mental rolodex for ideas where the two fatties on the floor beneath him and anyone who had fallen under his spell in the audience could give their stomachs some time to digest while still indulging in their fleshy fantasies. There were always stripteases and other âhumiliationâ kinks to indulge, but these guys were already stark naked, hard, and drooling all over each other. Not much further to push there. Some roleplay maybe? Have Alex, the larger one, believe heâs a world class athlete and the other, Jesse, his personal trainer. Thereâs always fun to be had when big guys believed they were some other shape. It made them believe what Dan already thought: that their bodies were worthy of attention and appreciation. Thereâs something there, but Danâs earlier conversation with the two of them made him think there wasnât much these guys were shy about, at least not in this setting.Â
Aha! Roleplay was the right idea but the wrong direction. He needed transformation. Animal transformation. The old chicken routine was a stage hypnosis classic, but Dan usually pivoted to other barnyard animals. Bigger barnyard animals. He loved pig and cow transformations, having a subject like Sam go under and enact a slow transformation into a pig as they made out. Itâs why this place is called The Trough and why its logo is a chubby pig chef. Sam got really into those transformations, and Dan knew that he still watched pig-porn online. Well, Dan thought, this was a perfect two-for-one situation. Heâd give the college students time to let go and get instinctual while also positioning himself to hook up with Sam later tonight. Sam always went under deeper for Dan when he had done an animal transformation on stage.Â
Dan noticed that the two fat boys slumped over each other below him were starting to move of their own volition, coming out of trance. That wouldnât do.Â
âOk, gentlemen of The Trough, it is almost time for dinner.â
A chorus of cheers arose from the non-hypnotized audience, and a few rowdy guys started banging their utensils on the table like they were feral for the food that was soon to come. Theyâd see what feral really looks like soon enough.Â
âThere are some of you who are still under my control in the crowd. I am now addressing those men. You will wake up from your trance hungrier than ever. As you eat, you will watch the show on stage with rapt attention. Only eating your meal will be more important than paying close attention to the transformation the two young gentlemen on stage will soon experience. When they cum at the end of their performance here, you will as well, and it will be stronger the more youâve eaten. If you understand, say âYes, Big Mezmer.âÂ
A rumble of hypnotized fatties mumbling âYes, Big Mezmerâ rolled through the crowd. Dan loved hearing how hypnosis slowed and slurred speech, especially in the big guys whose fat jowls and double chins interfered with normal speech anyways.Â
Dan then turned his attention to the stars of his show. A puddle of their shared drool had formed under their slowly heaving bodies as they remained deep in trance, a small jolt of movement the only sign that they had any kind of consciousness left. It was time to give them a gift theyâd never forget.Â
âAlex and Jesse,â Dan said in his most commanding voice, âWhen I snap my fingers you are going to wake up. When you do you will think that you are in a barnyard instead of on a stage in a bar. Any noise you hear from the audience will sound like roosters crowing or other farm sounds. When you awaken you will believe that you are both farmhands who work with the pigs and cows. You will start doing your jobs up here on stage, and then, after a minute or two, you will start to transform.â
âAlex, you will start to transform into a pig. You will drop to all fours and begin snorting and oinking around the stage. When you are brought food you will eat it from the trough without using your hands. You will fully believe that you have grown to be a 500 pound pig, complete with tail and a love of messiness. Jesse, you will start to transform into a cow. You will also drop onto all fours and will then start to slowly move around your area as you moo and graze on the food that will be placed in your trough. You will fully believe that you have grown into a thousand pound cow, complete with a tail and a set of udders.â
âAs you eat the foot placed in front of you on the ground you will become more and more aroused. But you are animals and will only be able to express yourself as those animals. Once your arousal is at a large enough peak to draw each otherâs attention, you will become uncontrollably attracted to each other and will be pulled towards the otherâs cock. Jesse, Alexâs cock will appear to be the sloppiest, messiest thing youâve ever seen, and you wonât be able to stop yourself from sucking him off. Alex, Jesseâs dick will seem to you like the thick and strong dick of a bull who youâre trying to get with. You will both suck each otherâs dicks until you cum all over each other, at which point youâll realize what youâve been doing for a moment before collapsing back into trance.â
It was a lot of instruction to be sure, but Dan was confident in his abilities and had developed a skill for adjusting and correcting his subjects in the moment if things got too far off track. Then again, sometimes off track was where the best treasures were found. He snapped his fingers and the show began again.
Dan snapping his fingers was the sign for Roland to start dinner service. He had platters over-piled with food for each table and a pair of special troughs for the boys on stage. Their food was poured into two foot-deep and 2-foot-long troughs, largely roughage and fruits and veg, all coated with extra fatty ranch dressing. He had experimented with what he served the subjects who underwent these animal transformations for maximum visual and weight-gain effect. It was a salad, technically, but nobody would mistake it for healthy food.Â
On stage, Alex slowly stood up, ignoring his nakedness and the wet drool that had spilled from his and Jesseâs mouths onto his stretched-out skin. He couldnât let his boss catch him sleeping on the ground when there was still work to do. Jesse stood up similarly slowly, as if he had just woken up from a wonderful dream. With a glance at each other, the two started miming their farm work as the crowd cheered them on.Â
Jesse thought about how he really liked his job. He had time to get to know the pigs he oversaw and had become infatuated with how much they could eat. Sure, it was kinda gross to clean up after them, but that was a small price to pay for a job that he felt fulfilled doing. Sometimes he thought about what it would be like to be a pig, or a cow, even. Sure his work was fulfilling, but what if he didnât have to work. What if he could just graze all day, moving only when he needed to find more food. Grass. It was grass, not food. But look at that green. Itâs so inviting. Thereâs a soft dew on the grass and the way it captured the light made it look both thirst quenching and delicious. Hmm. That was a new thought.
Alex was gathering feed for the pigs. Their slop was never appealing to him, certainly not in its looks. Sometimes the smell could make his stomach rumble, its combination of sweet and savory aromas seemed like it could have come out of a (strange) professional kitchen, but that brief attraction ended when he looked at it. Whatever it smelled or looked like, it certainly did what it was supposed to do. These pigs were growing at an accelerated rate. The boss must have changed formulas, Alex thought. It did smell good. Maybe even better than it normally does. He poured it out, a gloppy mess of greens and meats and grains coated with a gravy-like sauce. Hmm. It did smell really good.
He knelt down next to the trough, drawn in by the more and more alluring smells emanating from the feed he just poured into it. Wow, it smelled like the best meal heâd ever had: a simple cheeseburger and fries the farmer had made from ingredients sourced on the farm itself. When everything was fresh it transformed a standard meal into one of the greatest things in existence. Alex started drooling as he sat huffing the slop at the trough. He didnât notice his body expanding, his clothes (imaginary though they were) creaking and popping as he rapidly gained weight. If anything, the sensation of growing only made him more rooted to the ground, gravity pulling at his ever-widening body as his mind grew more and more obsessed with the brown sludge that now took up his whole vision.Â
A few feet over on the stage, Jesse, too, had taken to his hands and knees. His head was bowed to the ground, bringing him as close as he could get to what he imagined to be a field of dewy, sweet grass. He hadnât grasped any in his teeth yet, but his mind was singularly focused on it. He, too, ignored the sensation of growing, his belly growing down and out as his torso remained parallel to the ground. Hmm. Mmm. He bent further, biting at nothing but his hypnotically-induced vision of tasty, tasty grass. He chewed what he thought he had in his mouth, feeling his mouth and facial structure change. But that paled in comparison to the mental change he was undergoing. As he chewed nothing, he felt himself slow down, losing sight of his chores and duties, of his plans and ideas. The eating was the thing. He had to eat to fill his large stomach (or was it stomachs?). He swallowed the implanted memory of grass and it made him so happy. There was a trough there just a few feet away and the smell of it almost fully bypassed his brain as he started walking towards it, his legs feeling like they were bending in strange new ways but nevertheless effective at bringing him closer to the trough. There was a pig nearby, its face stuffed deep into its own trough. Before the cow that used to be Jesse bent over the trough to eat whatever delights were in there he mooed loudly, raising his head and letting the pleasure he was about to experience, and his emptiness drive him as he abandoned the last of his humanity.
Alex was already fully transformed in his mind. He snorted as he rooted in the trough, gulping down the feed as if it were all heâd ever eaten. His already large belly had grown huge, taken on a pink hue and lost most of its definition. He was just all belly, thighs, and fat. It felt glorious. He didnât remember that he was a human with a job, or that the job he thought he had was just a hypnotic suggestion. His new body was real, little curly tail and all, and so was his existence as a pig. The trough had been mostly full when he had filled it ages ago in his human body. Now much of it was in his belly and on his face, a mix of fatty ranch dressing and fruits and vegetables coating his face regular human face, but in his mind there was a neutral-toned mess all over his elongated snout and all up around his fat cheeks. Well, his cheeks were fat in reality and this fantasy, but still.
As he continued noshing he started to grow erect, his dick responding as it usually did to stuffing and now even more eroticized as his mind had melted into oblivion, operating solely on desperate desire to eat and a lack of care about his messiness. The feed/salad had gotten all over his head and when he raised it to oink loudly in delight it dripped down his corpulent, naked body. Some had even dripped onto his hardening cock, sending a jolt of horniness through his body that made him hitch his breath as he woofed down the slop. His piggy hoofs couldnât reach or manipulate his dick, or so he thought, and he decided to pleasure himself in the only way he could his piggy brain could understand: eating.Â
Alongside him, Jesse was now also eating from the trough, slower but steadier. He chewed its contents, to him a mix of freshly cut grass and old straw, both delightful in their own ways. More importantly, both filling the impulse he couldnât fight to eat and eat and eat. He broke his stride only to breathe and bellow with delight. When he did, or when the pig next to him oinked and snorted, he could hear a distant clapping sound and a few cheers. There was nobody around, so he couldnât identify where they came from, but they made him feel proud and appreciated. Heâd dig back into his trough with renewed gusto after those phantom applause breaks. And he felt his belly growing, bigger than it already was in his mind and very much bigger than it was in reality. Still, the feeling of approaching fullness brought with it a low but increasing arousal. His newly grown udders started aching for release. Somewhere deep in his mind he did the mental math of equating what he experienced as udders with his real dick. If he werenât fully a cow, mentally speaking, heâdâve had a brain break trying to square the four udders jutting from his lower torso with the hard dick his real body possessed. Luckily, he was just a dumb cow, acting out orders hypnotically dispensed to him in a lewd stage show. He went back to eating as precum started sliding out of his cock and onto the floor below. God, it felt so good to eat and moo and drip.
Alex was finishing up the slop within his trough, the feed mostly gone as he cleaned out the corners with his tongue. His hard piggy cock, a corkscrew his mind had conjured from some porn heâd read on the internet ages ago, was leaking, too. Again, had he access to his full mental faculties he might have been too confused by the changes his body had undergone. Luckily his transformation was also mental, and his only conscious thoughts had been about slurping up as much of the slop in front of him as he could. As he completed tongue-sweep of the basin in front of him he became even hornier than he already was and looked around to find something to satiate that animal hunger.Â
He found what he was looking for in the cow that had its own messy face and dripping arousal. The cow had leaked a puddle of precum out of what appeared to be its udders. Alexâs pig mind glossed past the strange sight and followed the path of arousal instead of rationality. He plopped down onto his hoofs and sauntered over to the cow, who mooed as he saw Alex approach. He, too, was finished with his meal and had landed on his own hoofs, waiting for the slow-moving pig to reach him. There was a smell of sweat, ranch dressing, and various plant foods about the both of them, the stench of their naked bodies mixing with the remainder of the slop they had fed on for some time that remained plastered to their faces and bodies.Â
As they met each other, the pig and the cow began their intimate encounter by licking and eating that sloppy remainder from each otherâs faces, using their tongues to lick and slurp at each other. Their contact only heightened their arousal as they left behind only the stickiness of their saliva in the places where once scrumptious salad debris and ranch dressing had been. As they finished licking each other they went for a deep kiss, licking now the insides of each otherâs mouths for that sweet taste.Â
It was incredible. Their animal minds pushed aside any hesitancy either might have felt at kissing their best friend with such vigor and attraction. Instead of human anxiety and fear of disappointment or rejection, the cow and the pig were solely focused on the pleasure they were receiving from each other. The sweet taste of their meals lingered on their lips and deep into their mouths, driving their tongues to explore with alacrity and arousal. The cow, sitting on his haunches and leaning his fat, messy torso forwards, mooed with delight. The pig, also a mess and only getting sweatier from his passionate connection with the cow, let out a snort as he disconnected from the cowâs mouth, their saliva spilling between them and down their double chins onto their corpulent bellies.Â
The pig continued to snort as he started to move down the cowâs front. First, he sucked at the cowâs neck, savoring the flavor of the slop that had slid down his bovine face whenever he came up for air while eating. Then he moved to the cowâs nipples. They were in the wrong place, he thought for the briefest moment before his pig brain kicked back in and he abandoned his rationality for arousal. His pig dick got harder and harder as he sucked at the cowâs tits, their soft fleshy mounds creating a perfect sensory experience as he mushed what he thought of as his snout into their supple fatness.Â
As the pig suckled at the cowâs nips, the cow lowed plaintively, the pleasure he felt now something he had never experienced before in his life. If he could, heâd have thought about his transformation from a farmhand into a pig, and prior to that, from a supportive friend who thought he was only here so his roommate could experience a lifelong dream before becoming wrapped up into the show himself. Before tonight he would have thought of himself as straight. Now he was getting his moobs sucked on by his best friend and all he could think to do was moo.Â
The pig moved lower, snorting and drooling all over the cowâs fat and full belly. There was less jiggle there than there might have been on an empty stomach, and the cow let loose with a loud fart as the pig mashed his face into the cowâs belly. The smell drove the pig wild, and he eagerly moved down the cowâs body towards it. There he found the cowâs udder. A hard, nub surrounded by a pad of fat that engulfed most of its length, particularly in this sitting position. It was a siren to the pig no matter the size.Â
The pig locked onto the cowâs udder, sucking at the clear, salty milk (?) that was coming out of it as the cow moaned even louder. The milk tasted like ambrosia, and as the pig sucked at the teat even more of it came out. Had the pig been conscious of what he was actually doing outside of the confines of the hypnotic suggestion, heâd have been even more turned on than he was. He was finally blowing his long-time crush, a guy he had resigned to dreaming about rather than doing anything with. But he couldnât process that fact. Not now. Now he only heard the cow lowing and huffing in pleasure, and it made him suck at the cowâs teat with a fervor that felt unquenchable.Â
The cowâs udder was about to erupt. He mooed hard and harder, hyperventilating as he felt more pleasure than heâd ever felt before. Heâd gone from a regular cow, chewing on grass and thinking about nothing in particular, to a vehicle for intense erotic pleasure. Milking never felt so good. He let another monstrous fart rip, the sound of its explosion from his wide ass adding to the slurping pig noises coming from the same area. The smell was ecstatic and the cow inched ever closer towards eruption. Who knew a pig could give him so much pleasure?
The cow felt so full. Stuffed to the brim. His belly bulged out so much the lower curve of it was getting hit over and over again by the pigâs head as he milked the cow. He couldnât really move except for his pleasurable squirms from the pigâs ministrations. Oh, and the farts. Heâd had a lot of roughage, and the fiber was making him explode. As a cow, he knew that farting was a large part of what he did every day. Now it took on an erotic charge, a release of energy and selfhood to be sucked up into his own and othersâ noses. It made everything happening hotter, and he mooed every time he let loose.Â
The pig huffed the cowâs farts like they were aphrodisiacs. They made him suck the cowâs udder faster and harder as he sensed the cowâs impending release. He licked around the udderâs head, twirling his head as much as his fat neck would allow. His forehead tucked up into the cowâs distended belly, the pressure pushing the pigâs mouth further down the cowâs udder. At the udderâs base was a small cushion of fat covered in wiry, curly hair. It smelled incredible. There were old sweat aromas, some flavor from whatever the cow had eaten throughout the day, and the sweet taste of the clear milk leaking out of the cowâs udder like a spout collecting down at that fat base the pig loved stuffing his snout into. The farts were coming faster and stronger as the pig felt the cowâs body tightening in pleasure and anticipation.
The cow bellowed louder than he had ever done in his brief time as a cow. He came hard, letting loose strong spurts of milk from his erect udder. As he came he slammed his large, bovine eyes shut, mooing and farting in equal measure. The pig oinked on his udder as he swallowed the larger load of salty-sweet milk. It was enough to make the pig cum all over the floor, too, his own sperm wasted except for making the two of them messier and smellier. A perfectly fine tradeoff, the pig would have thought if he could form ideas other than the compulsion to continuing to suck at the continuous gush of milk/cum from the cowâs still hard udder.Â
Dan, observing this show to the side of the stage was getting hard himself, though his average length was hidden under his clothes and within a fat pad that turned his mushroom head into a little acorn peeking out from its soft pasture of bristly brown (and gray, he had to admit) hairs. Because of his increasing arousal it took him a moment to notice that Alex, the pig, had orgasmed just from swallowing his chubby friendâs cum. Must have really been pent up, the large hypnotist thought. It was good he came from this and not exactly following Danâs hypnotic suggestion to only cum in his friendâs mouth, Dan considered, Thatâll leave the fatty in a state ripe for more hypnotic fun during the dessert serving. These happy accidents always kept Dan on his feet and made for a more dynamic show.
On the floor of the stage, the cow and pig were slowly transforming back into their chubby human bodies in their minds. The pigâs skin turned pale, his fat reforming and receding into the normal fat that surrounded his skeleton, his face returning its old human features, and his dick un-corkscrewing as it leaked out the last of its cum, pulling back into its cushy home within Alexâs fat pad. He thought briefly that he was a farmer. A naked, fat farmer who had just dreamed of being a pig. But that was absurd, wasnât it? Heâd never even been to a farm. And he was certain he had never been a pig. But the memory of the dream was so strong. So was the taste in his mouth. It tasted of sweat and musk and⊠was that the bitter saltiness he remembered from tasting his own cum in the height of his stoned masturbation sessions? And ranch dressing? What kind of a farm had he been visiting?Â
Jesse was similarly disoriented as he roused from his place on the ground. He released one last moo-moan from his human mouth. But his mouth was always human, wasnât it? He hadnât really been a cow, he couldnât have been. He felt his distended stomach, full of all the bar food he had chowed down on before the dream. And full of grass, he though, before dismissing the idea as absurd. He wiped something white from his lips and rubbed it into where his pants should have been. That was when he noticed his total nudity, and his rapidly softening dick. A wet dream? A wet dream of being a cow? Who got sucked off by a pig? What kind of a dream was that? Heâd had wet dreams, especially sometimes when Alex and he had stuffed themselves to oblivion, when heâd passed out still high and horny. Those dreams often featured his own body fatter than he was in his waking life. Heâd put off thinking too much about that, but maybe it was time to think more deeply about it. Now that he was as fat as he was in his early dreams, and maybe falling in love with his best friend and roommate, who was even fatter. Alex was just over there, across the empty stage (why were they on a stage?), naked (why were they naked?) and looking around, dazed and disheveled. Like he had just woken up from a nap, which is how Jesse felt too. A deep, familiar voice rang out above them among the din of the audience (why was there an audience?) either coming to like the two fatties on stage or clapping and cheering for whatever reason.Â
âThe pig and the cow, gentlemen!â Dan helped the two not-quite-hypnotized fatasses on stage to their feet, the two of them stumbling as they adjusted to their even fuller stomachs and the fading memories of having four sturdy feet to stand on. He held their arms up as they stood to either side of him, like they had just been in a well-received performance of Oklahoma! Or something. He bowed with them, pulling their arms down, their bodies unable to resist his manipulation. Each of them let out a powerful fart as their bellies hunched over and their asses opened slightly, neither having enough presence of mind to stop their bodies from an embarrassing emission. Dan smiled as he brought their arms up again. He shuffled around a bit so that the seats they had been in earlier in the show were behind them, and as he brought their arms down again he commanded them to âSleep!â
They crumpled into the seats behind them, heavy and soft bodies filling out the plush, oversized seating. Half the audience fell into the depths of a luxurious trance, too. Some of them had once been in Alex and Jesseâs positions, newcomers inducted into the brotherhood of hypnotized indulgence. Others were regulars, sometimes brought up on stage, sometimes enjoying what they remembered of the show from the audience. Sam, the bartender, felt the pull of Danâs command to sleep. Heâd followed that direction countless times from his old friend and lover. It felt so good to let go and give into Danâs controlling, loving, fattening embrace. He wanted to feel that again. But he also knew he had to resist. There was time for fun after The Trough closed for the night. Besides, it was almost the end of the show. Just the dessert course remained. Roland had been baking cakes all day, preparing for the messy and arousing climax to the show and meal. Sam had tasted a bit of the rich, dark chocolate frosting Sam was preparing for the occasion and knew it would be just the sweet treat to finish off the night. He couldnât wait.Â


















