Bosom Buffet
 By The Good Dr.?

My story begins with a pause of a good thing:  Cream decides to separate from me.  “This isn’t permanent, Tails, and I’ll be back when you’re stronger.” Cream said.  As you can imagine, I didn’t take it well and it sent me into ‘Sulk Mode’.  I figured that some time at Club Rouge would kill things, but my sulking only got worse.  And frankly, it was starting to worry Rouge, as I wasn’t even doing what she calls my ‘Tech talk’.  In an attempt to cheer me up, Rouge makes a special treat for me… one that isn’t made by her for just anyone.
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	It was a plate, which had two mounds of white pudding shaped like oversized everyday tits.  That’s what I told Rouge… and seconds later, she scolds me.  Rouge then tells me that these ‘pudding tits’ are actually her tits.
I wasn’t convinced, so I called a ‘30’ on Rouge.  Rouge was shocked to say the least and I rolled my eyes on the matter.  Eventually Rouge sighs, and then bares her tits.  Gotta love Rule 30*!  When things closed, she gave me a torso made of rubber, which was in the shape of her tits and said I should use it to get my rocks off when I felt lonely… I’m not sure if it was a joke or not.
*Internet Rule #30; Tits or GTFO
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I was in a pudding mood, and after watch a hentai DVD I found in the workshop called Sex Warrior Pudding™, I learned how to make a baking mold.  With some trial and error with the mold with ‘Rubber Rouge’ and I made a mold that looks just like the thing.  It was the length of a cooking sheet and it had that shopping mall mannequin color when it was done.  And since I had some pudding mix, I made my own… though my pudding was chocolate, it still looked like the vanilla ones Rouge made, only brown.  I called it a night after that.
	So I made the mold exactly how it was done in the hentai, giving, and then I dipped the sex aid into the mold.  It hardened 10 minutes later, but it looked odd.  So I went through trial and error and the hardening time varied:  10 mins; a half hour; 15 mins; an hour; etc.  After the tenth try, the mold looked perfect to Rouge’s tits and it hardened in 45 minutes.  I went to bed afterwards, as I was tired.
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The next afternoon after my chores, ‘house calls’ came around, and they started with Amy.  She wanted to check up on me, and her snooping around managed to find the mold I did of Rouge’s tits.  “Hey Tails, what’s with the boob plate?  Are you making a sex toy with it?” she asked.
	Nosy ass Amy, now I needed to make an excuse… “I, uh, I’m making bras to earn some extra cash.” I lied.
	“Please say you’ll make me one…” Amy pleads while fidgeting around with her bust. “Underwire bras are a curse…”
	“Well… I can help you if you give me your tits.”
	“Okay.” Amy says, and then bares her tits.
I set an already made mold on the counter and tell Amy to bend over, with her tits in the mold and she does.
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A great thing about Amy is that when she bends over, it’s a wonderful panty shot.  And never one to miss an opportunity, I cop a feel, which startles her a bit.  “I gotta get your nipples in the mold too, so just pretend that it’s Sonic’s hand, not mine.” I explain while rubbing her ass.
	“You’re lucky I’m worried about you, Tails.” Amy said.
Half an hour later, the mold was hard and Amy came out of it.  And after working needle and thread to fabric, I made a strapless, white bra with lace trim, which Amy soon put on.  Moments later, a fully clothed Amy was hugging me from behind.  “Tails, you know how to mix comfort with appeal in these things.  Thank you so much.” she said happily.
	“Glad you like it, Amy.” I tell her.
After Amy left, I look at the mold of her tits as I hold it.  Amy’s no Rouge, but her tits are good enough for pudding.
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One hour after Amy left, things started to, literally, bust out:  First came Aunt Sally baring her tits, next came Tikal after Sally, then Aunt Bunnie came after Tikal, and then Nicole came in after Bunnie, and I had a mold for all of them.  Nicole was a bit embarrassed as her tits stayed in the mold, which was embarrassing for her, but I gave her mounds back.  I figured that Nicole could just adjust her nanites for a proper bust, but I’m not going to complain about the tit size she gave, which wasn’t bad.
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Mina came in next, but she felt a bit embarrassed about her size, but after some reassuring…  Mina was in and out quickly.  She has a decent size, I guess she’s shy. I thought.
	“Um, Tails…” I turn around and there’s Blaze.  “So I hear you’re making brassieres now…”
	“I am, and there’s no need to feel embarrassed.” I tell her.
	“Okay, but please don’t laugh.” Blaze says while red in the face.  Seconds later, she bares her lavender colored tits… so perky and cute.
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Blaze left happily wearing her new bra, if not a bit embarrassed.  Soon I look at the flat molds that I made.  “Well, I guess there’s only one left.” I tell myself.
	“Oh good, then I’m just in time.” someone says.
	I look up and there she is.  “Honey… what a—Wait, your eyes.” I say.
	“What about them?” Honey asks.
	“They’re brown…” I trail off.
	“My natural eyecolor, the contacts are blue.”  Honey explains, and then bares her yellow tits.  “So how about making me that bra?”
	I place the last mold on the counter.  “Okay, come here.”
Honey bends over, tits down into the mold, and just like Amy, it’s a wonderful panty shot.  Ooh, black and lacy too…
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After Honey left, and I put all of the molds away, it was dessert time.  But I had a problem… I had cake and gelatin mix, but no more pudding.  I also had a boner, but it’ll subside.  I’m not in the mood for cake, so jello it is. I thought.  Moments later after preheating my oven, I stir some orange flavored gelatin into a bowl and have the mold of Tikal’s tits on the counter.  I was smart enough to label the front under the base of the tits on each of them.  Not in the names of the girls modeled after them:  I named Tikal’s mold ‘Tribal’.  The mix was soon poured into the mold, and the mold went into the oven.  With the jello in the oven, I now had to deal with my boner.  Too bad someone was knocking on the door.
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I stand away from the opening as I open the door and stand behind it with my back to the room and Marine walks in.  “G’day, Tails, I hope you’re doing orroight after your break up.” she greets.
	“I’m holding my own.” I say, my back is still to her.
	“Well turn around an’ hug yer captain.” Marine says with open arms.
	“Um, gimme a bit, will ya?”
	But Marine decides to hug me from behind.  “Someone’s sail is full mast.” she teases.
	Busted!  “I… I can explain…” I trail off.
	Marine drags me by the tails towards the love couch.  “No need, mate.  I’ll be glad to handle this, a good captain takes care of her crew after all.”
	“Really Marine, you don’t-”
	“I’m here to keep an eye on you, so stop being a poodle boy.”
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I ended up sitting in the middle seat of my couch with my legs open with Marine sitting on the floor in front of me.  “Don’t hold back, but don’t grab my head either.” Marine says.  “But squeeze my tail before you blow.”  Marine hugs my hips, locking her fingers as she sucks me off with her eyes closed.  Man her mouth is amazing. I thought as I grab the length of her tail with both of my hands and slouch a bit on the coushin.  Five minutes later, I’m squeezing her tail and close my left eye, only so blow my load into her mouth seconds later.  Man, I needed this. I thought.
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Time passes; the mold was removed from the oven and after it was cooled, I place the newly formed orange flavored tits on a platter resting on the counter, and the mold is next to the platter, tits-up.  “Orange flavored boob pudding?” Marine guessed.
	“I used gelatin, Marine,” I explain, “yet I expected it to be transparent, not solid.”
	“Hmm, orange flavored jelly…” Marine remarks, and then licks one of the orange mounds in an upward motion, causing it to wiggle.  “Wow, that’s not bad.  Dress it up with some flavored syrup and crunchies and you can sell it to people.”
	“I… can… sell it…” I said, still mesmerized by the way Marine tasted the mound of pudding.
	“Full mast again, Tails?”
	“Uh huh.” I answer with a blush.
	Marine rolls her eyes.  “Scoot back some, Tails, and I’ll work round two on ya.”
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Months pass and I have the news on TV.  Bras didn’t work out well, but… I made some scratch another way. 
“Good evening, everyone.  I’m Krezz Karavan…”
	“…I’m Rinnita Wild, and this is the PAL TV News @5.”
	Krezz clears his through.  “Today’s top story:  Best Dessert, the popular dessert catering service, has been around for only a couple of months.  Yet, it’s all the craze here in Station Square, as the populous still speaks so highly of it.”
	“That’s right, Krezz.” Rinnita says.  “This popular treat is a series of puddings, cakes and jellies in the shape of breasts, has found a place in everyone’s hearts.  We turn things over to Pietro Wolf, who’s on the streets of Station Square trying to become abreast of this new trend.”
	“Thank you, Rinni.” Pietro began.  “Since its debut three and a half months ago, people have expanded their palettes to get a taste of this dessert series.  So I figured one should get the opinions of the people regarding this sweet treat.  And from what they’ve told me, it’s more than just a dessert, it’s a statement.”
	“This dessert is definitely different.  I mean, I never expeted boobs to have this much appeal.” A woman says.
	Two old women are next to be interviewed.  “I think it’s shameful to such a thing to even exist.  Whoever made this stuff must not have any class.” One of them says.
	“I disagree.” The other counters.  “If bakeries can make bread in the shape of @%$#! and @%$#!, then some woman’s breasts as jello isn’t so bad.”
	A businessman says, “My wife and I actually love these desserts.  We’re more fond of the puddings and jellies over the cakes, but I can see why there’s so much positive and negative commotion over it.”
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	Sonic is standing next to Pietro as he is interviewed.  “I actually saw my mom and her friends enjoying some of the puddings they made and I chuckled when they tried explaining why they were eating them.” he says.  “And anything all right in the mind of my mom is good enough for me.”
	Some nerdy geek with a bowl-cut hairdo and thick glasses says, “Breast pudding is something you would normally find in Japan, so I’m guessing that an otaku with culinary skills brought this stuff to our shores.”
	Two young women in their early 20s are being interviewed by Pietro.  “I heard the guy who makes these desserts had his mother die from breast cancer, and this is a tribute to her.” the blonde one says.
	“That makes sense, because I heard the guy is an avid breast cancer supporter.” the brunette one says.
	A teenage girl wearing a yellow sailor uniform is being interviewed.  “My girl friends and I actually heard that the desserts are modeled after real women.” she says.  “It’s also nice that not all of the ‘breast desserts’ as we call them are women with diverse breasts sizes, even the small ones, which are good examples for the little girls like me.”
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I press the power button on her remote control.  “One season in and the people still love it.  Isn’t it grand?” I ask myself.
	 “Sure is, mate.” Marine answers.  “Okay, here’s another Songbird coming up.”
	“This has been a hot one these past two weeks.” I said.
	“It sure has.” Marine agrees.
I stare at the platter of the two solid yellow mounds, placing confetti sprinkles around them.  Mina truly is a gem… I thought, and then place a microphone shaped vanilla wafer between, but just under the two mounds.  This is another dessert ready to be delivered, and then eaten by the populous.  “Say Tails, how do you deal with all of these mammary treats without incident?” Marine asked.
	“I have my ways.” I answered.
Truthfully, I don’t do this for free:  Being the boss to such lovely models is a nice chore, and I do pay them for the sales... though the girls don’t even know they’re on the payroll.  For example:  Amy’s tits are my Sweet Passion; the pink, strawberry flavored pudding tits are ordered by customers; each order of Amy’s tits is marked down and at the end of the month, things are calculated; the totals sales are then given a ten percent cut… that’s what I collect for the business, and the total rounded to the nearest dollar is what she earns; that sum, in cash, is mailed to Amy and she isn’t even being taxed for it.  I’m no slave driver, the girls get commission for their torsos, and Uncle Sucker—I mean Sam doesn’t intervene with their pay, which wins all around.
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You can say things have been good... and then one day, my hustle literally went bust… and on an off day to boot.   I look through the peephole and I see Amy, Tikal, and Bunnie, all three of them are pissed.  “Y’all better open up, Sugah Tails, ‘cause you got a shitload of explaining to do!” Bunnie orders from the other side of the door.
	I open the door, moving away to let the three walk in… but soon find out that all nine gals who I made molds with came in and each of them were pissed.  They all sat in my front room, at the table, or wherever else they could fit in. “Can I get anyone a drink?” I ask, being a good host.
	“We aren’t thirsty.” Sally says bluntly.
	“So spoon, what brings all of you here to my workshop?”
	“Actually, your Best Dessert does.” Blaze answers, and then her hand ignited.
	Amy had her hammer ready.  “How could you, Tails?  Why were you using my… our breasts for profit?!” she yelled.
	“We didn’t say you could do that anyway.” Tikal added.
	“Now hold on, ladies…” I try to begin.
	“We trusted you, Tails, and this is what you do with our bodies?!  You really do have no shame!” Mina yells.
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	“Now I’m not the bad guy here.” I said.  Wrong answer.
	“The hell you aren’t!” the girls yell.
	“Hey, quit acting like I was greedy with things.” I retort.  “Contrary to you feeling used and you ripping me a new asshole, I made sure that each of you got paid, and paid tax free to boot.” I folded my arms.  “The profits weren’t selfish, and I even spread the wealth around.  Besides, so many people loved the puddings, cakes and jellies that you girls were modeled off of.  People love your busts, and if anything, it should give you more pride and confidence instead of dread and embarrassment.”
	A lot of the girls crack their knuckles.  “Your hush money doesn’t by propers, Tails.” Nicole says.  “Paying us or not, you’re still in the wrong.”
	“But everybody wins with this system…” I trail off.

They didn’t respond, but I got nine even dirtier looks.  I give a sigh of defeat.  “You win, I’ll close up shop.” I conceded
	“No more new business, Tails.  Say it.” Rouge says.
	“Yeah, give us your word.” Honey scolds me.
	“No more new business, and I’ll close up shop.  You have my word.” I tell them, left hand in the air.
	Feeling assured the nine of them began to leave.  “That’ll do, Tails… that’ll do.” Sally says.
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So I kept my word, no new business.  However, I left a letter to the PAL TV News saying that Best Dessert was closing its doors for the season, and thanks all of the customers for their patronage.  On the other hand, I didn’t stop cold turkey, I couldn’t.  I had many pre-existing orders before the RYNO that the girls gave me and made good on them.  Marine was such a sport about helping me get them all out and the night after the last order was delivered, she fell asleep on the couch.  Not me though, I fired up the furnace and chucked each mold into the fire.  The last one to go was the one I did of Rouge, which I named “Secret Agent”, then I chucked it, and the rubber bust of hers into the flames.
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Days went on and I went back to what I normally did in the workshop, build stuff.  And Marine was also working on stuff to build for her ship.  It had been a month since I stopped making desserts and the people were still talking about them… all of the talk was positive, too.  On a walk through Station Square, I saw Amy across the street, but didn’t go say hello.  I observed her looking in the window at a pretty silk dress, only to see her sadly walk away seconds later.  Obviously, she didn’t have enough money to buy it.

I noticed the other girls’ money woes, and in the cases of Mina, Blaze and Nicole, breast woes too.  One night, at 22:15, all nine of them had an epiphany… each of them did the same thing that night:  They saw their topless reflections in the mirror.  It was at this moment where each of them realized that they had made a mistake…
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The day after their epiphany, Cream came by.  Apparently, she caught wind of the dessert hustle and blamed herself for my going to such extremes.  Marine explained that she kept an eye on me, out of concern, and even kept me from committing suicide.  That lead to some wonderful make-up sex… and Cream’s gratitude extended so that Marine ended up getting some ‘reward sex’ with me, though it was anal.
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A half hour later after the bed action, I go to open the door to step outside, and there are the nine gals right in the line of sight.  I let them all in and pour myself a glass of orange juice.  “So what can I do you for?” I ask.
	The nine of them seemed quietly confused.  “Simply put, grilling you a while back over our boobs was rather hasty…” Blaze starts to explain.  “And you see… well…”
	“We were all wrong, and we’re sorry.” Tikal cuts in.
	“And this means what?” I ask.
	“Well, the thing is…” Blaze trails off.  “You do know how to make a girl feel proud of her chest.”
	Marine walks out of the room.  “Well, well, well… looks loike the ‘Titty Brigade’ finally decided to waltz right back in here.” she said.  “I was waiting for you lot to want to do dessert again…”
	And that’s when it hit me.  “Wait, all of your want to…” I ask.
	“Yes.” The nine of them respond.
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	Cream comes out from the back room.  “Before we take a step backward…” Marine begins.
	“What do you mean, ‘we?’, Marine?  You weren’t involved in this.” Mina says.
	“Wrong again, ‘Songbird’.  Who do you think helped Tails with all that dessert, and kept him from killing himself over depression, and-”
	“Wait, you were that miserable, Tails?” Sally asked, cutting Marine off.
	“Forget it.” Marine said and began handing the nine of them papers.  “If you lot are in again, read and sign the goddem contracts.”
Five minutes later, all of the girls were done signing the paperwork, and I was looking over the contract myself.  “Well, I guess that’s all for the paperwork.  So what next?” asked Nicole.
	“Well it says you have to surrender your bust before we move on.” I explain.
	“I read that too, but how do we do it?” asked Amy.
	Marine takes the contract in my hands away.  “Follow my lead, mates.” She answers.
	“Uh, Marine…” I try to explain.
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Marine takes her top off, exposing her bare chest, which is a solid orange color.  Marine’s nipples were the same brown color as the stripes on her tail.  Her tits aren’t big, but they can fit in my hands like Cream’s can; she then hugs me, burying my face in her small tits; afterwards, I found myself sucking her right one, and then her left one.
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Cream was next; she took of her orange tank top like it was a strapless dress, and her chest was the same peach color as the rest of her body, and she followed the same order as Marine did; after unhooking the collar from the back of her neck, Amy went next.  Sally went after Amy, then Tikal, then Honey, then Blaze went, feeling a bit embarrassed in the process.
Nicole followed suit, then Bunnie did it with a nurturing expression on her face.  Mina had a blush on her face when she took her top off on her turn, and Rouge removed her heart breastplate to wrap things up.
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“Now Tails, you know that it rather hurts seeing you gain attention from so many young ladies.” Vanilla said as she walks through the door.
	“Mom!” a shocked Cream shouted.
	“I’m hurt, Tails.  Am I not good enough for you?” Vanilla questions me.  “You know you’re like a son to me…”
	I simply sighed.  “Fine, let’s see your peaches, ma’am.” I answer, being have polite and half smart-assed.
Vanilla bares her top, and yes, her peach colored chest is impressive and moments later, I got a face full.
*
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That autumn…
“This is Pietro Wolf reporting live from Twinkle Park, and as you can see, I’m in this long line, as today is the return of Best Dessert.  Yes, the hit dessert that closed its doors in the spring has returned for business this fall season.  That’s right, folks, those popular breast puddings, cakes and jellies are back… and as rumor has it, there are some new additions to the menu.  I will bring you more news as things develop.  Pietro Wolf, PAL TV News.”
	“Well Tails, you’ve made the five o’-clock news.” Marine tells me as she peeks through an opening of the sheets to our tent.”
	“No, we made the five p.m. news,” I correct her, “and yes, it feels good to be back.”
	“Don’t just stand there, get abreast of things.” Marine says.
	“To quote history, Captain, ‘Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.’”
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Best Dessert Menu…
Tribal: A jelly dessert of two solid orange flavored breasts served on a platter.  Above them is a U-shaped pendant lemon cookie and another tiara shaped lemon cookie above it.  Below them is raspberry colored syrup in the shape of a diamond, and a smaller green colored syrup diamond shape inside of the raspberry colored one.
Songbird: A jelly dessert of two solid yellow colored breasts with a pineapple flavor, served on a platter.  A lemon flavored wafer in the shape of a microphone is placed just under them, but between the lower section, and are surrounded by confetti sprinkles.
Full Bloom: A jelly dessert of two solid light green colored breasts with an apple flavor, served on a platter.  In the upper left and upper right corners is a rose made of icing.  Green syrup lines curve around both breasts and intersect below them in the center, looking like rose stems and red syrup in the designs or roses are at the ends.  Surrounding the syrup is white sprinkles that look like rose petals.
Domina: A jelly dessert of two solid red breasts with a cherry flavor, served on a platter.   White frosting surrounds them, making a diamond cut shape with lemon wafer on both sides.  And at the top above the frosting is a strip of black licorice that resembles a collar, and a light blue piece of rock candy in the middle. 
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Loving Mother: A jelly dessert of two solid peach flavored breasts served on a platter.  Between them is orange syrup in the shape of a tie, and under the breasts are lines of purple frosting taking the form of the pleats of an evening gown.
Sweet Passion: A pudding dessert of two pink colored breasts with a strawberry flavor, served on a platter.  Served with two, ripe red strawberries sliced in half and placed below the breasts (or on the side as option) with whipped cream and surrounded by red and pink heart shaped candy pieces.
Binary: A pudding dessert of two light brown breasts with a hazelnut flavor, served on a platter.  Below them are four strips of thinly sliced plum looking like a wrapped dress.  Around the breasts are various lines of green colored syrup, resembling a circuit board and below the fruit strips are eight chocolate number shaped cookies in the patter of ‘10010110’.
Spitfire: A pudding dessert of two lavender colored breasts with a blackberry flavor, served on a platter.  A red powder (the house mixture of cinnamon and and sweet chili powder) is sprinkled on the lower half of each breast excluding the nipples.  Below them is red syrup in the design of flames with a blue piece of rock candy between the flames that looks like a jewel.  The breasts are surrounded by blue frosting wisps.   Note: For customers that want a little heat with their sweet ~_^
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Punky: A pudding dessert of two magenta colored breasts with a raspberry flavor, served on a platter.  A small piece of blue colored rock candy lies between the upper section of the breasts.  Below and on the sides of the breasts is purple colored syrup in the design of fishnet going vertically.  The patter is thinner on the sides than the wider pattern below the breasts.  Below the side fishnet syrup patterns are a chocolate cookie ring that looks like a spiked wristband.
Agent Krystal: A pudding dessert of two white colored breasts with a mangosteen flavor, served on a platter.  Surrounding them is a line of pink frosting in the shape of a heart, and the heart is surrounded by small pieces of various colored rock candy (which can be placed on the side by request) that look like jewel shards.
Seraphim: A cake dessert of two yellow colored breasts of lemon flavor, served on a cake board in a box.  Just above them are wings made of white icing and in the upper center is a yellow cookie in the shape of an angel’s halo.  Below the breasts are lines of yellow frosting.  Note: This dessert is sugar free.
The Monarch: A gateaux of two brown colored breasts with a roasted almond flavor, served on a platter.  Inside each breast is a warm chocolate sauce and the breasts are sprinkled with cocoa powder and crumbled almonds (almonds can be put on the side per request).  Above them is chocolate sauce in the design of a princess’ crown, and below the breasts is a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream dressed with chocolate and strawberry syrup.   Note: The dessert has whiskey as an ingredient, but also has a virgin style for underage consumption.
Outback: A cake dessert of two white colored breasts with a vanilla flavor, served on a cake board in a box.  A blue line of frosting comes at an angle between the breasts connecting to a pouch of blueberries.
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Cowgirl: A cake dessert of two burnt orange colored breasts with a cinnamon flavor, served on a cake board in a box. Around them is white icing in the design of a lasso.  It comes with two chocolate cookies in the shape of horse shoes and two coins of milk chocolate.
Zephyr: A jello dessert of two purple colored see through breasts with a grape flavor, served on a platter.  Above them is white frosting in the design of a blindfold, and below the breasts are two purple and pink colored marshmallow strips in an upside-down “V” shape.
Starboard: Two chocolate fudge brownies shaped like breasts that are colored with brown and orange stripes, sprinkled with blue colored anchor shaped confetti pieces.
Mild Mannered: A six pack of peach colored white chocolate chip cookies.

“Best Dessert, the best dessert to
eat without a spoon”
~END