1
THE CREAM-FILLED BEGINNING
No matter what Titan did,the results always ended up grim.
Pages and pages of spreadsheets were laid out before him, the laptop screen burning into his sensitive eyes. For hours, he had painstakingly adjusted the numbers, making countless tweaks in an attempt to save his bakery.
The end result was always the same: Twin Buns wasn’t making enough money.
If he only wanted to feed one person—himself—then the bakery’s earnings would be enough. He could always tighten his belt.
But what his heart longed for, was a family.
An omega by his side, and pups howling at his feet.
Twin Buns wasn’t bringing in enough sales to support that dream. For the past several months, Titan had been trying to stay positive, but he was running out of funds.
He scrubbed his face, sagging back into the worn office chair.
A wizened face popped into the doorway. “Nothing yet?”
Hamilton was tall and thin, with white hair and sharp eyes. He was an old friend. Shapeshifter. Butler Brother. He used to be Titan’s butler back when Titan lived a different life, but Titan had made the decision not to continue Hamilton’s services when he started up the bakery. These days, Hamilton dropped by whenever he wanted; he had the keys to both the bakery and Titan’s cabin.
Titan sighed. “I’ve tried increasing the advertising budget, the ingredient quality, the variety of products, the business hours... It’s not moving the needle by much. A 20% increase isn’t going to be enough to court an omega, much less keep him. To say nothing of pups.”
Hamilton’s eyes gleamed. “You know, it strikes me that you have not considered a few other things.”
“Like what?”
“Yourself.” The Butler Brother strode into the office, index finger raised imperiously. He began ticking off his points on his fingers. “You are young. You have good looks and muscles. You arevirile.”
Titan grimaced. “Please don’t tell me you want to pimp me out.”
“Not quite, but close. Have you noticed? Social media and content makers are the next big thing. People make videos of all kinds of stuff—cats, nature, food. Videos go viral; there’s even a baker who posts them. The Doughman Daddy.”
“So... You want to pimp me out, but on social media.”
Hamilton clucked his tongue. “You’re not thinking broadly enough. Twin Buns isn’t easily accessible. You’re just outside of Cartfalls, so the majority of townsfolk aren’t driving out hereto buy a bun or two. And you’ve made it clear that you’re not moving back to the city.”
“So—”
“What you want is to bring the producttothe people. Makeyourselfaccessible.” Hamilton snickered at the look on Titan’s face. “You can create an OnlyFangs account. Slut yourself up. Then you bring out your brownies and cookies, and let people know you’ll ship them nationwide. Or you could...”
“What?” Titan asked warily. None of this sounded remotely appealing.
“You could sell your owncream filling,” Hamilton said with a flourish. “You’re good-looking. Omegas everywhere will want a ride on your cock. You won’t do that, obviously,butyou can sell them a load of your cum.”
Titan opened and closed his mouth, horrified. “But the legal repercussions—”
“Spell it out on the product page,” Hamilton said. “Make your buyers sign paperwork to say you won’t be responsible for any child support. All orders come with a set of test results from the doctor. Uriel can sell you spells to keep them fresh.”
“Who would buycumfrom someone on the internet?”
Hamilton shrugged. “I’ve seen it happen. And you know how to cover your furry butt with legalese.”
Titan sighed. The worst thing was, it was a feasible plan. “I’ll start small,” he said. “We’ll see if anyone even watches the videos I make.”
“I’ll give you some very constructive criticism. If you can seduceme,you’re good to go.”
