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Fuji sighed happily as he stepped into his bakery, the massive appletun excited for the first workday of the week. He locked the door behind him, pulling up the blinds and letting in the light from the rising sun. He had more than enough time to take things nice and easy, but of course there was still lots of preparation to be done.

The first step was stripping totally naked, leaving all of his clothing on the floor, standing totally nude in front of all the open windows. Most of the time nobody was out this early but once in a while someone would walk by, and he always loved putting on a show. He did plenty of stretches, every movement making his immense fat wobble and shake, and he made sure to stick his butt out toward the windows whenever he tried to bend down- though he never could bend too far with his giant gut in the way. Barely a minute in and his whole body was glistening and dripping with sweat, his steamy musk filling the room quick enough that when he was done his stretches the windows were all fogged up with condensation.

He made his way to the back of the bakery, opening a drawer and taking out some special equipment.. consisting of an extra large bottle of lubricant, an almost absurdly thick buttplug, a trio of immense balls covered in plenty of intimidatingly big- though round and rubbery- spikes, and a thick leather belt.

He set the plug on a chair and popped open the lube, dumping copious amounts of it all over the toy until it was making a puddle on the floor. He didn't need any extra preparation, turning around and stepping back until his butt bumped against the chair. He couldn't see past his own fat ass but he'd done this enough times to know just where to sit, and to know that he didn't need to go slow. He stood as tall as he could, wiggling his rump against the plug to work its round tip between his mountainous cheeks until it met its target. He relaxed himself, taking a deep breath in, and slamming his butt down hard. His tailhole stretched around the plug with an incredibly lewd noise, every last inch sinking into him until his rim was pressed against the base, the chair struggling to stay in one piece as the weight of the appletun slammed down on it.

“Oomph, nice and snug~" He moaned out to nobody in particular, enjoying the sensation of fullness in his rump. The thickest part of the plug was wider than a normal person's waist but in him it didn't leave a trace, even the base getting swallowed between his sweaty cheeks as he stood back up. It was quite a stretch regardless, the perfect size to practically flatten his sensitive prostate and milking a thick rope of pre from his half-hard cock that splattered on the floor, more leaking out with every throb as it grew bigger and harder. He reached down and slowly stroked it with both hands, his hands not even coming close to fully wrapping around his growing girth. It didn't take long for him to reach full mast, his fuckrod over a foot wide and long enough to stick out in front of his face, though his round belly pushed it away from his head.

It was time for the next step, Fuji walking over to the fridge- each step making the plug stimulate his prostate more- and taking out a few bags of ripe, juicy, crisp apples, bringing them over to a large table and dragging the chair over as well, sitting with his side to the table and his member throbbing hard in front of him. He took an apple from one of the bags, bringing it up to his precum-spurting cock and sliding it in with barely any effort, his cumslit plenty accustomed to such insertions and larger. That didn't make it any less pleasurable though, and he only had to slide it halfway in before his urethra did the rest of the work, swallowing the apple and his muscles working it further down, barely leaving a bulge in his shaft. He huffed, enjoying all the wet, sloppy sounds his cock was making, adding another apple before the first even reached his base. His oversized cumtanks, already big and backed-up enough to nearly touch the floor while he was sitting, lowly gurgled as they started to churn up even more ball batter in preparation for what was to come.

One after one he inserted every apple in the bag into his dick, letting it do most of the work on its own but using a hand to rub himself and push some apples down quicker.. or blocking them so he could fill his urethra completely, letting the apples stretch him like a string of beads before he'd let them all sink into his sack with the rest. Using a foot to nudge his balls he could feel all the apples in there sloshing in his cum, but he had many left to go and much more room to spare.

He made short work of the rest, stuffing his sack totally full with apples and giving it a nice stretching, making it a bit lumpy and extra heavy. The noises coming from his cumtanks could only be described as obscene, constantly rumbling and groaning and churning and sloshing, struggling to handle the fruity load he filled it with. There was one more thing to stuff himself with though, and his dick leaked appley precum in anticipation as he grabbed one of the spiky balls, not needing any additional lube before shoving it against his slightly-gaped urethra, and sliding it in with a good push. He moaned with delight as he pushed it further, easily sinking his entire fist into his cock just to get the toy further in, the feeling of all the soft spikes pressing and rubbing against him from inside making his legs tremble. It was incredibly tempting to let it sit in his urethra or push it up and down but there was still work to do, and he grabbed the next ball and slid it in with the first, then the last one, and he used his hands to squeeze all three of the spiked toys down his shaft from the outside, pushing them into his sack alongside all the apples. He took the leather belt, fastening it around the base of his length as snug as he could and making his cock throb extra hard with some thick veins popping up, and keeping anything from leaking out.

He picked up a small remote with a single button, and as he pressed it both the toy in his ass and those in his sack came to life, vibrating with an intensity that could only be described as violent. The chair under him rattled, it almost sounded like a jackhammer was going off until he stood up on shaky legs, leaning and pushing against the table to help himself up, but there was still plenty of noise just from the vibrations inside him. He couldn't hold in all his moans and gasps, gripping tightly to the edge of the table while acclimating to the mind-numbing pleasure. Normally such extreme stimulation to his prostate and balls would make him cum almost immediately, but the belt squeezing him prevented both him getting off and anything escaping his overstuffed cum-kegs. The spiked vibrators helped ready all the apples inside him, mashing and mixing and stirring them up in the pool of seed they sat in, even more cum filling his already packed to the brim nuts while his prostate was getting pummeled by the plug.

Soon he was able to stand on his own despite the constant stimulation, moving on to the next stage of preparing the bakery for opening. He gathered a few ingredients from around the kitchen, tossing them all into a huge mixer and letting it work, standing back and massaging his length with both hands while he waited. The pressure in his balls grew and grew, the round bulges from the toys and apples gradually disappearing both from the extra cum making him swell and the apples getting mashed and blended by the spiky vibrators.

It didn't take long for the mixer to finish stirring the ingredients into a massive, sticky ball of dough, which he hefted out of the bowl with both arms and slammed on the table- after giving it a dusting of flour. He could hardly contain his excitement, and he wouldn't need to for much longer. He grabbed a bottle of extra special home-made lube, essentially just clarified butter, slathering it over every inch of his cock so it was all shiny and greasy and slippery, butter dripping off of it and onto his balls, thighs, and the floor.

He set the bottle aside, squeezed the dough ball with both hands, pressed the thick tip of his buttered-up dick against it, and thrusted in. The feeling of the soft, heavy, squishy dough hugging around his dick made him groan, and with another thrust he went balls deep he stretched out the other side of the dough ball, before he pulled back and thrusted again, and again, the table shaking and squeaking, his massive, extremely full balls loudly thudding against the side of it- it didn't hurt one bit, only making him hornier and encouraging him to thrust even harder.

The pressure in his cumtanks was growing too strong to bear, rumbling almost as loud as the vibrators that continued to buzz inside him. He knew if he kept going he'd have trouble stopping, so with one hand still groping the dough like a lover's ass he used his other hand to undo the belt holding back the flood, and the instant he loosened it the dam burst. He shut his eyes tight and his head spun as his body put all it had into cumming as hard as he possibly could, his shaft visibly bulging as apple flavoured semen surged through it into the pocket he fucked into the dough, making a loud GHLORP as the dough bloated out, his cumcannon throbbing almost uncomfortably hard as it poured gallons upon gallons of his “secret ingredient" into the dough. His swollen balls gradually shrank down as they pumped their load out, certainly not becoming small by any means, but at least getting to a size where they didn't rub against the ground whenever he moved.

His cum started to leak back out of the dough while his orgasm showed no signs of stopping, and he was just cognizant enough to realise he was about to make a huge mess if he didn't do something about it. He quickly pulled out and pushed the dough shut, cum still spraying from him like a hose, with enough force to just barely miss the wall and leaving a long streak on the floor.. and the ceiling, another rope of cum gushing out as he pulled his shaft up, bringing his tip to his mouth and stuffing it past his lips, giving his jaw a nice stretch and instantly flooding his maw and bulging his cheeks with thick, fruity cum. He groaned, gulping down mouthfuls of his own sweet cream as fast as he could, each swallow visibly stretching his throat on the way down. He blindly fumbled about the table until he found and picked up the remote, turning off the vibrators and letting himself ride out the rest of his orgasm.

After minutes of bliss had passed and his climax came to an end he let his softening prick slide from his lips, urethra left slightly gaping from how hard and long he was cumming. He left his glans spotless save for a shiny coating of spit, though more cum lazily leaked out when his dick wetly splatted against his sack. He'd underestimated just how backed up he was, most of his apple-filled load having gone into his stomach rather than the dough, making his hyper-sized gut look even fatter than normal, his stomach churning obnoxiously loud while trying to digest the absurd amount of cum he drank. He was sure that by the end of the day he'd gain another dozen pounds, whether or not he was done digesting all of it, and that it'd be just as noisy for the rest of the workday.

He got back to work, carefully picking up the cum-filled ball of dough and dropping it back into the large mixer, letting it mix his special sauce into the dough for a few minutes, cleaning up the mess he made on the floor and ceiling, before taking it out and hand-rolling it into a plenty of small balls spaced out on trays, brushing them all with butter and sticking them into an oven.

While they were baking he grabbed a big piping bag full of caramel, sticking it into his cumslit and slowly squeezing the bag until it was all empty, all the caramel down in his sack. He added a few sticks of cinnamon before picking up the belt from earlier, fastening it around his shaft again- though not as tightly as before- and turned all the vibrators on much lower than the first time, not that the pleasure didn't still make his knees weak. He was thankful that his belly was full, the delicious smell filling the bakery still making him feel hungry, but thankfully there was going to be more for him to fill himself with soon.

He kept himself occupied by stroking and sucking himself despite being unable to get off, ensuring his load would be more than big and messy enough even though he already emptied his balls just a few minutes ago. Once it was time he took all the trays out of the oven- being very careful to not let the hot metal touch his bits- and set them next to one another, standing next to the table as he continued to massage his dick with one hand, shutting off the vibratots and loosening the belt with the other, once again opening the floodgates. There wasn't as much pressure as the first time, not to say it didn't still reach across the entire table and cover a few extra feet on the floor with the first splort, glazing the steamy pastries with spiced, cummy caramel. He stroked himself with both hands and thrusted his hips hard, his special glaze getting flung around and landing on far more than just the pastries, making a mess of different appliances, scattered splats on the floor, walls, ceiling, and of course on himself. Even with much less cum than earlier it was by no means a small orgasm, and it was much less contained.

Once every pastry was thoroughly drenched in glazing, some practically swimming in it, he lifted his cock to his mouth and opened wide, letting his seed shoot into his waiting maw, caramel running from his lips and dripping off his chin, getting all over his chest and belly and turning him into a total mess. He didn't let it all go to waste, swallowing a mouthful once in a while until his orgasm slowly came to an end.

“Fh.. fuuuck, that was good.." He sighed, licking some of the mess off of his lips while looking around the kitchen. There was still some time before opening so he got to cleaning, having more trouble than before with his cum-splatters now filled with caramel. Just as he finished the last of the kitchen his alarm went off, warning him that it was just about time to open for the day, and he realised that he hadn't cleaned himself one bit, musky and sweet caramel and cum covering his face and torso, and he had a fun thought- why bother? It wasn't like his “special ingredient" was exactly a secret, even if his methods were, so customers wouldn't mind seeing him in such a state. In fact he didn't even bother putting on anything to cover himself as he took the trays to the front side of the bakery, using tongs to set the freshly-baked pastries into a display while they- and he- were still dripping with cum. He tossed his clothes from earlier into the back of the shop, staying completely nude as he flipped the sign on the door to OPEN, his cock still twitching and leaking cum on the floor as he returned to behind the counter, taking the vibrators' remote and turning on them low without using the belt, making him leak even more flavourful cum into a growing puddle. He always loved serving and talking to customers, whether it was casual conversations or more playful flirting, but he doubted it'd be able to beat how much he always loved preparing for the day.