Titan wrinkled his nose. “I don’t want to seduce you.”
Hamilton rolled his eyes. “Do you want your future family, or not? Pretend I’m money. Seduce me, and you’ll seduce money to court an omega.”
“Ugh,” Titan said.
But it was a start.
It tooksome experimenting and a lot of research, but Titan’s bakery channel began to gain popularity.
He made several videos without a shirt on. Videos with intimate lighting worked best, and if there were particularly suggestive shots—glistening fluids and inserting his fingers into dough—the number of views shot up.
He set up a website to sell his baked goods. He tested his packaging and products to make sure they would arrive safely, with spells in place to keep the bread fresh.
The entire time, he thought about the empty space in his bed, and pulled longer hours.
Online sales picked up. Sometimes, people stopped by Twin Buns to say they had seen his videos on the internet.
Eventually, in his videos, he introduced the idea of his ‘cream filling’ being available for sale. Omegas were interested. On very rare occasions, alphas too.
Titan began to test his samples—the best methods of collecting his cum, the different ways of packaging and delivering it. He ran his sale process through some friends and old contacts, to make sure everything was watertight.
Then he made five loads available for sale, and posted a video about it.
They were sold out in twenty minutes.
When he checked, his buyers had signed the legal waivers too, and sent them back.
Titan rubbed out one load, washed his hands, and went back to baking. Throughout the day, he thought about his very own omega—an omega to cuddle and kiss, an omega to hold down and breed.
By the end of the next day, he had all five loads ready for lab testing. He waited anxiously for the lab to give him the all-clear. Then he picked up the vials in Cartfalls, checked their seals, and mailed them out.
His customers were happy with his cream filling. So Titan put up another five loads for sale.
This time, they were sold out in ten minutes.
By the time Hamilton checked in, two weeks later, Titan had sold twenty-five loads, and his cock was slightly chafed from all that tugging.
But it was a good feeling. He was making a good side income, enough to support his future family.
“When you named your side hustle Alpha Boss’ Baby Service, I just about spat out my coffee,” Hamilton said, snickering. “Then I was mad that I hadn’t thought of it first.”
Titan grinned. “It’s such a cheesy name. But it works.”
“You should raise your batch size,” Hamilton said. “Double it.”
“I can’t make that much cream in a few days! I have an actual business to run. And baking videos to make.”
“Strike while the oven is hot,” Hamilton said slyly.
Titan groaned. “Maybe. I still can’t believe that people are actually paying for my cum.”
“And you’ve just fulfilled your last batch. C’mon, put more up for sale.”
“Fine.” Titan hit the ‘7’ key and made the sale page live, and they watched as it sold out in ten minutes.
Hamilton whistled. “That’s some sweet cash.”
Titan sighed. “I should get started on it.”
