Juicy July day 8: Mess (Patreon)

(alternative title: the baker brawl blowout) 

Osmia sighed as she filled piping bags with lemon curds. Today was going to be a very busy day. Not because a lot of people wanted cake . Oh no no, her shop wasn’t even open let alone was she in it. It was because today was the annual baker brawl , a fun little fight between the bakers dozen of local patisseries. The grand prize was a bean new mechanical mixer , which...she desperately needed. She had always kneaded her bread by hand , which isn’t hard given her six strong spider arms but is a massive time sink in her day.

The only issue was one smug man by the name a Nea Cosme. The sharply dressed bunny man had always managed to make kit that made victory easy. Long rang sugar snipers, melted chocolate flame throwers...he was practically undefeatable. Especially with all the others running around. Loosing only meant getting dirty , with only the hands and legs being safe to hit.  This year though...Osmia had a devious idea indeed. A half dozen profiteroles filled with self whipping cream with a hundred times more of the whipping agent. One of the profiteroles , when hitting the ground and splitting, could blanket a basketball court in a few inches of cream. She loaded them into a big, revolver looking gun which she hid on her back before heading to the arena.

As the battle begun, it was chaos. Curds flew, custards splashed, creams sprayed and ganache went everywhere.  Contestants where dropping like flies one after another. Thankfully, Osmia was adept at dealing with flies. Her curds flew. She could hold and fire with force three piping bags between her six arms. Yet one she one handed, as her lowest left hand hovered over her secret weapon waiting for her smug opponent. It wasn’t long before it was just the two of them. She threw her empty bad to the ground , picking up her weapon and readying it.

Nea made himself known, and both stared each other down with cold steely eyes. “Of course it’s you Omsia...always is. Come over hear and take your hit from my molten mallow magnum, save your dignity for one.” He told her. His own hand held a revolver looking contraption.

“Never Nea. You might get lucky most years...but I’m prepared this one.” Osmia said defiantly before raising her aim and shooting a creampuff at his head. It flew true yet...to her surprise and horror he caught it in his mouth and swallowed. “mmm... delicious. A victory treat for me.” He gloated. Osmia went to shoot a second shot but with precision Nea shot a ball of hot mallow at it, causing the shooter to get stuck to the wall behind Osmia. Only her hand was covered but it still held her in place. He readied his next shot when Nea felt an odd fullness.

Osmia smirked looking down as Nea’s gut began to grow with cream. Lemon cream to be precise. The air filled with the fruity scent coming from his mouth as cream exploded into him. He bulged rounder and  fuller , ripping through the apron and waistcoat he wore. It was filling him so fast he barely had time to react before his ample ass started growing too, filling his pants quickly.  His thighs z back and chest joined in quickly, he really was exploding outwards rapidly.. exposed belly began protruding out, growing more and more visible. The crowd of spectators went ballistic for it , celebrating as her grew much to his disappointment.

As his large ass hit the ground, Osmia slowly took her time getting the mallow off her hand before smugly walking over to the bulging Nea , grabbing his mellow shooter from the floor. She span it on her finger tauntingly. “brought down by your own hubris this year huh Nea? I never expected my apprentice to become...so egotistical. But hey... After all these years... Finally you get a taste of your own medicine. I would have just covered you with cream but you just had to show off.” As she teased him, the bunny was rounding out, becoming one large , round creampuff of a man .

Yet...Osmia had no remorse. With one click, she sent a warm splat of marshmallow at his stomach. She raised her hands excitedly as the winner. Finally...she beat him. Joy washed over her, but she had something to do first. She put her hands on Nea. “Come on then you... Better get you to my shop and get the cream outta you.”

Nea mumbled back. “fine... You won this time, but next time. Ill bring something you could never beat...”