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Kingdom Come

Chapter 3

Pudding Panic

Felix was busy as ever in his kitchen. The burly baker whipped cream in a large bowl while he moved to open the spice cabinet. A skillful flick of his wrist and the lid spun off in the air. With a quick shake here and there, he spices the cream as it begins to stiffen. The stocky build was coated with dark blonde hair. His fuzzy arms were dusted white with flour making his already rugged frame look even older.

Felix hummed while he continued working on his various confections. The artisan baker rose quickly into the court of royal chefs. He had served in the kingdom's navy. Serving only a few years before being recommended to the royal bakery by an admiral. Since then his skills continued to grow and impress all those around him. The young lad acquired his physique from the rigorous training that was required by all navel men mixed with his fondness for the sweets he made.

His gut poked a bit from his white baker’s uniform, but that was all hidden by his apron. He reached for a bowl of eggs and with one hand, he made quick work of a dozen eggs into his mix. Pots steamed and boiled and his over glowed with the great fire beneath it. The air was rich with the scents of cinnamon and pungent spices. One whiff would make anyone’s mouth water.

Normally Felix would be working at the halls of the royal kitchen, but today he was in his private kitchen working on a new recipe. He had worked with the royal court botanist and created a new type of honey from the flowers in the magical herb gardens. The enchanted honey has since found various uses across the kingdom and even caught the notice of the prestigious warden Burrows.

Felix blushed remembering the gift the warden delivered that morning. He imagined it was the dwarf's height that when he went to give him a pat on the back ended up smacking the baker's rounded rump. The burly blond, like everyone else in the royal court, has heard about the warden. His research into magical applications were already famed across the realm, but all those in the inner courts knew about his various indulgences in mixed research.

The warden had partnered with many other esteemed court officials in opportunities of cross department research and apparently the culinary wing was no exception. After Felix’s work in creating the new honey, the warden had sent him many letters inquiring about his techniques and experiment process that led up to the break through. He was modest in his responses, acknowledging that Bartholomew the botanist handled most of the cultivation process, he only applied it in his baking.

Warden Burrows noted that Felix’s natural talent and keen senses that used the magical honey to produce various effects through his cooking. This was true, the baker never though himself that great at the magical arts. Yet his artisan craft produced wondrous creations. He crafted bread that could heal wounds and cure infections. Using various enchanted ingredients, he created a cupcake that would regenerate when a bite was taken out of it.

The warden made a personal appearance to drop off a care package to Felix shortly after sunrise. The box had eggs, a bottle of crème, and a bag of fine sugar. Knowing the warden, there’s no way these were normal every day ingredients. Felix couldn’t tell from touching or tasting any of them other than they tasted of the highest quality. His instinct led him to create a custard pudding with caramel sauce. He completed mixing his ingredients and poured his concoction into a large tin and slid it into the oven. He set a timer and began to tidy up his kitchen. By the time he got around to patting the dust of flour off his hairy arms, his timer had completed.

With a thick towel, Felix pulled the pan from the oven and watched the steam rise off his confection. As the steam thinned out, Felix poured the rendered caramel on top of the pudding. After the layer spread along the surface of the tin, suddenly a bubble formed and popped, splattering just a bit of the sweet sauce on the counter. The baker frowned, there shouldn’t be any air in the mixture as he was sure to drop the pan atop the counter to let any bubbles rise out of the mix.

To his amazement, the mixture seemed to bubble more, the caramel sauce no longer popping. The bewildered baker stood back from the pan as it started to rumble and wobble on its own. The pudding began to swell and rise out of the pan. There on the center of his wooden island, his dessert began to expand, and tiny points began to rise from the top. Two great horns pushed out and the head of a bull took shape from the pudding. Great round shoulders pushed out beside a thick neck, the caramel sauce leaving the entirety of the creature’s head and shoulders covered in the sticky sauce. A wide barrel torso formed from the pan along with two muscular arms. It seemed to be pulling itself out of the pan as it pressed against the counter and pulled its waist from the pan.

Felix stood there with his mouth agape as he watched a pudding minotaur sprout out from his pudding pan. As the sugary monster formed the rest of its body, the baker blushed as he saw it full form was complete, anatomically. Between two shinny custard legs was a thick log that was larger than his most robust rolling pin. The wobbly minotaur seemed to be completely solid as one of its meaty paws reach out and cupped Felix’s cheek. “What the hell did the warden give me?!” He exclaimed as he tried to pull the sticky palm from his face. His hand stuck to the bull’s wrist as soon as he tried to pull himself away.

It seemed to have the strength to match of a minotaur as it pulled the bear of a baker down towards its crotch. “Whoa there bud, I just met ya,” Felix tried to push himself away, but only succeeded in getting his other hand stuck to the pudding monster’s thigh. Its swiss roll thick member sprang to life and splatted sticky cream along the baker’s lips. The bull kept pressing his face into his crotch, the slick appendage seemed to have some solid form to it as it pushed past his lips and began to squish between his teeth.

The baker could feel his cheeks start to swell as more of the creamy delicious bull meat pushed into his mouth. Unable to wrench free, he tried to eat his creation. His teeth sank in just a bit, but something resisted his jaws and prevented him his teeth from meeting. The pudding was still quite warm but not enough to burn his face. He thanked the gods he was in his private kitchen as he wouldn’t want any of the other bakers watch what he did next.

In hopes of speeding the process up, he started to slurp and lap at the pudding creature’s rod. Not quite a stranger to this act, the part that he wasn’t used to was when he slurped, he actually swallowed a piece of the pudding. Still unable to bite or chew, he could tell he was able to eat away at some of the minotaur’s cream rod lodged in his throat. It seemed his actions were making a difference as the bull started to thrust in time with his mouth. The pace continued to quicken before all of a sudden, the bull placed both hands on the back of Felix’s head and its indention of a mouth opened like it was crying out, but there was no sound.

The baker could feel hot cream gushing into his mouth as the copious amounts lead from the sides of his lips. He continued to swallow the thick and sweet treat to avoid choking. He could feel something happening to his body as he drank. His apron pinched at his sides as the strap was pulled taught. His already overhanging belly swelled out more as his body started to thicken in all dimensions. His eyes closed as he felt a burning surge of energy burst like every cell in his body had been struck by lightning. His body temperature seemed to rise and grow warmer as he continued to swallow.

His apron knot had come undone and his shirt beneath split shortly afterwards. He let out a soft groan as he felt the relief from the constrictive clothing. At some point his hands were released as he was able to remove his belt before his waist started to cut into the material. His pants soon became tight as well but with his hands freed, he was able to slip out from them. He felt the warmth travel to his loins and he became lost in the sensations. His hand wrapped around his modestly thick tool, but he also noticed it had grown and thicken with the rest of his body. His fingers could no longer clasp around his shaft. His balls seemed to have swollen as well, hanging beneath his legs in their coat of light blond fur.

Stroking himself he, he opened his eyes to find the minotaur that stood on his counter was no longer there. Only pudding hoof prints and a trail of caramel drizzled from the end of the table and over the baker’s round, yet muscular barrel of a belly. He slurped the last strings of caramel from his lips and continued to work his own rolling pin of a cock. It had easily grown several inches longer, the pink drooling tip easily protruding past his massive gut. Everything seemed to be more sensitive, every stroke caused his balls to contract and small spurts of creamy pre shoot out from his tip.

Felix continued to work his member, his other hand fondling his softball sized scrotum. Cupping his low hangers and stroking faster with his other hand, it was only a matter of a minute before he felt his orgasm hit. He moaned deeply as he started to spurt rope after rope of white goo on his workbench. He gave the area a very good coating when he finally caught his breath. His instinctively reached forward and took a tab of his cum onto his finger tip and popped it into his mouth. He eyes widened as it was one of the riches and sweetest taste he had ever experienced. He found a spare apron and scraped everything on the table into a bottle.

He stored it in his icebox and finished cleaning his kitchen. He finally found some spare cloth and with an apron, managed to clothe his enlarged body. He immediately sent for someone to fetch the warden and demand an explanation. The warden showed up within moments from a door that Felix swore was never there before. Back in his private kitchen, the warden smiled as he saw a much larger and thicker Felix.

“What the hell did you give me to cook with, Burrows? I could have been killed!”

“Lad, you were in no danger. And aye, perhaps I should have warned you, but I wanted to see where your instincts would create, and it surpassed anything I had imagined.”

“Fine, as you can see something definitely happened. I made a pudding and the damn thing turned into a monster!”

“Yes, the eggs were mimic eggs, and the cream was made from minotaur milk,” Explained Burrows.

“What about the sugar?” Felix asked.

“That was regular sugar.”

“Oh…well what about me? Am I going to go back to normal?”

“Not entirely sure, but here. I’ve had the court tailors make some new clothes for you. They’ll be delivered later. Do you mind if I make some notes on this?”

“Well thank you, I suppose you can. Would you like anything to drink?” Felix replied, trying to be a considerate host.

“Do you have coffee?” Burrows asked

“Sure, I’ll get the water started.”

While they waited for the water to heat up, Burrows took notes and measurements of the baker. He forced another blush from the baker as he measured his inner thighs and crotch. Jotting down every number in his notebook. Felix described the steps in making the pudding and heard the kettle go off. He prepared their beverages and offered a cup to the Warden.

“Thank ya, do you mind if I help myself to some cream and sugar?”

“Not at all, its next to the ice box,”

The warden began to mix a few spoons of sugar into his coffee and opened the icebox. He grabbed a bottle of crème from the fridge and mixed some into his coffee. By the time Felix went to sweeten his own drink, he noticed the bottle the warden was using.

“Warden Burrows, wait I don’t think you should…” it was too late, Burrows took a long sip of his coffee and his face lit up.

“Damn that’s the best cream I’ve ever had! Please, you must tell me where in all the kingdom you got this, coffee will never be the same without it!”

Felix blushed deeply and let out a sigh, “About that…”