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"Experiment 625!" Dr. Hämsterviel calls, banging on a pot lid, "Come here right this second!" The hamster-rabbit like alien waits impatiently for his rotund, yellow lackey to enter the kitchen, looking at him rather cross, "You did it again, didn't you?"

"Did what?" 625 asks, rubbing his large, sleepy eyes, "I was asleep, whaddaya want from me? This better be important!" "You ate the cake batter... again!"

"Oh... uh... about that. It just smelled really good. I mean, listen! I tried not to eat it, okay, but it was really, really enticing," 625 says, scratching the back of his head.

Dr. Hämsterviel crosses his arms, "Well, congratulations, Tubby! You can bake the cake for the event this time. We need a 6-tier strawberry and vanilla cake, big enough to feed at least fifteen other superiors! And so help me... if so much as one bite is missing from the cake... you'll be tossed into space without a helmet!"

"Fine! Fine... sheesh," 625 scoffs, grabbing a chef's hat and apron off of a hook near the door frame. As 625 secures his apron, he sighs, "This'll take a while... better fill up on some sandwiches."

Several hours and several sandwiches later, Experiment 625 feasts his eyes on the most impressive baked good he's ever made. There's no way that Dr. Hämsterviel could possibly be angry with him now. Before the rotund alien stands a large, fat, tall 6-tier cake, layered to perfection. Each cake tier has three layers of vanilla cake, held in place and stacked deliciously with buttercream icing with Bavarian créme. Adorned with pink flowers along the outside edges, the round cake tiers are decorated to absolute perfection with frills made of icing and topped at the faces with abstract eye candy made of fondant and food coloring. The very top tier, the smallest, is topped with a tiny replica of the very spaceship that Dr. Hämsterviel calls his lair. A piece like this, smelling this good, is sure to impress even the highest of superiors.

"Now that's a cake!" 624 says proudly, tossing his oven mitts aside. "That's some thirsty work. Time for a glass of milk - hopefully we still have some." Opening the fridge, 625 takes the carton of milk out of the fridge, allowing the the door to close shut as he walks away. Chugging gulp after gulp, Experiment 625 feels the milk filling his already-filled belly. Once the milk is gone, he tosses the carton aside with a small burp. "Huh... weird. I feel like I'm starving. I just had six sandwiches! I blame that dang cake, haha!"

He saunters up to the cake, inhaling the sweet, warm air. Mmm, that smells so good. Don't suppose the big-boss would mind if I had just a little taste. You know, to see if it came out right. Experiment 625 extends a finger and quickly swipes at the cake, pulling away a large blob of buttercream icing, popping it into his mouth. "Oohh, yeah, that is good! Heh, maybe just one more," he does it again, swiping away a glob of icing, slurping it off his finger. "Maybe I should test the actual cake, too, just to make sure it's not too dry," he says, pinching off a piece of cake and stuffing it in his mouth. With his mouth full of cake and icing, he muffles, "I can just hide that with more icing! Nothing to worry about."

Before long, Experiment 625 is shoveling in icing and cake by the grubby little fistful. This isn't his usual hunger spell - all of a sudden, 625 feels as though he's gone years without eating and a strange sensation falls over him. He feels his loins beginning to tingle and pulsate as he looks the cake over. The tall, luscious, gorgeous, delicious 6-tier cake looks like so much more than cake to him now. Experiment 625 stares at the tall beauty, his jaws powering through the thick, bulbous mass of cake and frosting stuffed in his cheeks as devilish thoughts envelop his food-obsessed mind.

"You look absolutely... gorgeous," the alien says, looking at the cake that towers over him, "I... I just wanna... mmgh!" He feels his cock throbbing as he gets closer to the cake, embracing it in a messe, frosting-covered hug. He nuzzles his face into the dessert, his fur becoming cake in, well, cake. "You smell so sweet... so delicious!" Experiment 625 buries his face into the frosting, allowing his tongue to explore as it penetrates the spongy, sugary layers. Following suit, his cock penetrates as well, becoming surrounded by soft, fluffy layers of cake and frosting. "Oh God... I... I need you!"

Grabbing fistful after fistful of cake, the alien shovels the dessert into his mouth. Like a starving mole rat, he buries himself in the cake, tunneling through it. Stuffing more and more cake down his own throat, he barely finds time to chew. He swallows wad after wad, simply covered in the pastry. As he shovels more and more cake into his mouth, he finds it harder to chew - the pastry becomes almost like a thick cement in his mouth and each time he swallows, it feels like he's swallowing boulders rather than sweet, fluffy clouds.

Dr. Hämsterviel stands before a large gathering of officials of many sizes - big, small, thin, fat, and a multitude of textures and colors. Aliens fill the room in such a way that an introvert would seriously feel far too overwhelmed. The rabbit-like-hamster clinks his champagne flute for everyone's attention, watching as all eyes are on him.

"Ahem!" Dr. Hämsterviel says, clearing his throat, "Thank you all for coming! This is a revolutionary time for extraterrestrial beings such as ourselves. I've gathered you all here to feast your eyes upon my newest invention that is foolproof! Yes!" Dr. Hämsterviel claps his little paws together, signaling Gantu, his large elephant-and-sharklike assistant to come wheeling the large invention in on a rolling trolley. "This is my new death ray! The confuse-a-tron! With this, I simply aim it at earth's major satellites and a hypnotizing message is played across all devices! I'm talking televisions, cellphones, tablets, radios, anything with an antenna... and once the message is received, the earthlings will be under our commands! If we so much as tell them to destroy their own earth, they will have no choice but to do so!" After a bit of mumbling and nodding, the crowd appears pleased. They applaud Dr. Hämsterviel in approval while admiring the new invention. "I'm so glad you all approve. For this celebratory moment, I've asked my chef to prepare a most delicious earth recipe! It is called 'cake' - please, help yourselves! Gantu, the cake, please!"

Gantu crosses his arms in dismay, "You're... not going to be happy with this."

"Bring out the cake, you buffoon!" Dr. Hämsterviel hisses in a whisper.

"Alright... if you say so," Gantu says, disappearing into the kitchen and wheeling out the large, destroyed mountain of cake to the public. "Behold."

Dr. Hämsterviel stares in shock and anger as he watches Experiment 625 violently devour the cake from the inside out. The yellow alien snarls and grunts, thrusting in place as he rubs cake all over his pudgy body and stuffs it into his mouth. His cock leaks massive amounts of precum all over the inside of the towering pasty as it starts to lean to one side, no longer balanced by a sturdy bottom layer. The cake topples over and lands on the floor with a loud splat!

"What are you doing!?" Dr. Hämsterviel screams, his face turning beet-red, "Get out of there this instant you ignoramus!"

Experiment 625 ignores his boss' demands, hypnotized and in a strange frenzy of arousal and hunger. He swipes a fistful of cake in his chubby left hand and strokes his cock with it, completely unaware of the large audience of important officials. He snorts and slobbers as he stuffs his face with cum-covered cake, feeling a lump in his throat. Experiment 625 suddenly feels like his cheeks and throat are swelling and he's unable to swallow any more cake. Bending over, he squeezes his eyes shut and allows a large, fat, slug-like pile of cake ooze out of his mouth, retching in pain as he forces the cake to come back up. The wet, soggy log of regurgitated baked sweet lands on the ground with a wet plop, but the alien doesn't care.

The officials look on in horror as Experiment 625 continues to eat more and more of the earthly pastry. Frosting, precum, and chunks of wet, slobbery cake batter stick to his fur as he drills through the cake, becoming enveloped completely in the dessert, unable to be seen. He swallows more and more, not bothering to chew even a little. Craving the flavor, the smell, the sensation, and the heaviness of the cake in his belly, the alien continues to make grotesque sounds while he eats, while he swallows, and while he allows chewed and partially digested chunks of cake to fall out of his mouth.

The officials shake their head in disgust as they turn to leave, one by one, boarding their pods back to their own ships as Dr. Hämsterviel tries his hardest to get them to stay. The angry captain looks back at his disastrous presentation and clenches his fists. This is the last straw! That gluttonous pig is going to be the death of me! How in the world is he not dead from eating so much in one sitting? Ugh, that complete moron cost me my good review!

Experiment 625 feels his cock throbbing much harder. As he moans rather erotically, he smears cake all over his chest and belly, dragging it down to his precum-covered cock, mixing frosting, batter, and cum together to create a strange mixture that he can't help but stuff into his mouth. With tiny pupils and wide-eyes, he rolls his eyes back into his skull as a strangely blissful force crashes its way over the alien's spine. His shaft throbs violently as cum seamlessly gushes from his swollen tip and lands in the cakey mess before him.

"Aagh-ha-aa-aagh!" Experiment 625 groans, drooling and simply drenched in cake. His messy hands are coated in semen, which he then sticks in his mouth, sucking them - almost - clean. "So good... so sweet... so creamy!"

"Get ahold of yourself!" Dr. Hämsterviel screams, "You've ruined everything!"

Experiment 625 doesn't listen - not that he can. He focuses on the cake surrounding him, scarfing down pile after pile as he allows his cum to freely spray and fall wherever it pleases. The groaning, horny, hungry mess of an alien can barely stand, can barely walk; 625 pulls and drags himself around, smearing cake and squishy debris around the floor and all over himself. With a shaky determination, the bulbous alien attempts to stand up, wobbling on his feet before falling backwards into the cum-and-cake mixture, foaming chewed-up cake at the mouth, allowing it to pour out of his mouth and land all over his chest and onto the floor. His cock twitches in place, covered in frosting and cum, only to throb once more, spewing violently. The alien's cum lands on his belly, in the remains of the cake, and even on Dr. Hämsterviel's cheeks.

Dr. Hämsterviel grits his teeth as he looks angrily at the fat, lazy alien, "You... clean... this... up... now!" he screams, "I don't care if it takes you weeks! Years! Decades! You clean up this mess and get it out of my sight!"

Experiment 625 says nothing, reaching above his head for a soggy chunk of cake, which he lazily tries to stuff into his mouth, "So... tasty... so... soft..."

"I am done here," Dr. Hämsterviel mutters, "Gantu... clean this mess up."

"Me? Why do I have t--"

"Just do it! When you're done here... bring that blob into my office. We're going to discuss some... dietary methods."

Gantu crosses his arms, looking at the fat mess on the ground, shaking his head. Experiment 625 lazily and in a daze keeps reaching out for more cake while his cock continues to sputter gobs of cum here and there. Never has Gantu seen something so disgusting, so vile. He's gonna flat out kill himself some day. At least he'll die doing what he loves, I guess. Better get this mess cleaned up. Can't wait to see this little freak go on a diet. That'll be something worth watching for sure.