She carried the cake to the table
Her girlfriend, belly full and jeans unbuttoned, groaned softly and melted into her side resting a hand at her waist
“Mmm… that was perfect”
She gasped as a kiss nuzzled her neck,
noticing the tiny cast thawing on the cake
“Oh love… dessert”
#sizesky #bluesize (4/6)

Light flooded in as the fridge door opened
A performer nearly reached the edge—panting, frosting clinging to him
But their host noticed
“Not yet”
With a quiet hum, she pressed in her thumb and eased him back into the buttercream, burying him until only his arms were free
#sizesky #bluesize (3/6)

Buttercream numbed their feet, clinging like wet snow
Fondant pumpkins like boulders
The sugar cornucopia towered above them
A few performers bolted—only to plunge into the frosting, legs swallowed by the soft layer beneath with helpless gasps as they tried to pull free
#sizesky #bluesize (2/6)

I wish.

I'm starting to think happy endings aren't for everyone.

Guess that's what makes 'em special.