The transition from silk sanctuary to bakery explosion happened in exactly 0.4 seconds. One moment, I was drifting through a deep sleep, dreaming of my last 24 hours of boring normal living to crazy messy fun, I was getting butterflies and certainly aroused. Then suddenly I awoke, the room was pulsing with a strobe light so frantic it felt like a disco in a blender. The "Entry of the Gladiators" circus theme blared from the walls.

I squinted at the clock: 3:33 AM. "You have got to be kidding me," I croaked, my voice thick with sleep. "It's the middle of the--"

CLICK.

The sound came from the ceiling, directly above my pillow. I had just enough time to look up and see a square panel vanish into the shadows before a massive, circular shadow eclipsed the circus lights.

SHLOOOMPH.

It was a burial. The sheer weight of the twenty-inch diameter cake pinned my head into the mattress. For a terrifying, but delicious ten seconds, I was glued to the silk pillowcase beneath me. The frosting was thick and it immediately plugged my ears and filled my nostrils with the scent of heavy vanilla buttercream. I thrashed, my hands sliding uselessly over the silk sheets which were now slick with sponge and overflowing frosting. I managed to hook my fingers into the mattress and heave my head upward. I resurfaced with a gasp, trailing long strings of frosting from my head as it sucked in beneath me and down my back. I scraped at my eyes, clearing a hole, just in time to see the lights flicker once and die. The music cut mid-note. Total, crushing silence returned to the room. It was dark and all I could rely on was my sense of touch and smell, both of which has been suffocated with rich, thick cake frosting.

Bzzzt.
"Oh... dear," the Host's voice was purposely sympathetic, vibrating with a very poorly hidden giggle. "So sorry about that. It appears the alarm was set to the wrong time... My mistake. Do try to get some more rest. Sleep tight!"

"Rest?" I shouted at the ceiling, though it sounded more like a wet gurgle because my mouth was half-full of sponge. "I'm sleeping inside a cake!?". There was no reply. The Host was gone. I sat there in the dark, the silk of my pajamas now heavy and cold, plastered to my skin by the oozing frosting. Every time I moved, the cake on my pillow made a squelching sound, spreading further around me, beneath my head and back. I looked at the other side of the king-sized bed--pristine, dry, inviting. If I moved to the dry side, I'd just ruin that, too. "Fine," I whispered, the absurdity finally breaking my spirit in the best way possible. "I've made my bed, now I better lie in it.."

I laid my head back down. The "pillow" was surprisingly soft, likely due to the now mixed sponge and frosting mixture spread across the silk. I felt the frosting slowly migrate down the back of my neck, seeping further into my shirt, the more I moved the further it reached. It reached the waistband of the silk shorts, and my inhibition was gone. I let the frosting spread through where I wriggled slightly, enjoying the sensations. I closed my eyes, feeling the sticky sensations, and against all odds, the sugar crash hit me. I drifted back to sleep, a human cake in a silk wrapper, wondering if Saturday morning breakfast would be served via catapult.

I sat up. My silk pajamas and the bedding had become one. "8:00 AM," I croaked, squinting at the clock. My hair felt like it had been styled with industrial-strength glue.

Bzzzt.
"Good morning, good looking! What you got cooking... or should I say, caking?" The Host's giggle was becoming the soundtrack to my life. "I'm so sorry about the 3:33 AM 'glitch.' Looks like the alarm was working fine all along! There's a hot coffee and a croissant on the nightstand. Tuck in! Once your all done, have a look on the floor at the end of the bed, you'll find a pull ring, this opens the hatch to your first event!"

I didn't care about the early morning booby trap, I think I enjoyed the feeling of sleeping half buried in cake. I grabbed that coffee with my sticky, frosting-coated hands and drank it like it was the elixir of life. The croissant was buttery perfection--a flakey contrast to the damp cake I'd been wearing for the last five hours.
"Okay, I'm fed. I'm caffeinated. Let's do this." Following the instructions, I crawled to the foot of the bed. My silk shorts made a wet squelch against the mattress. I found the hatch loop and heaved it open. I peered into the dark hole, expecting a ladder or maybe a very long rope.
"Wait, how am I supposed to--"
CREAK.
The bed began to rise. Slowly at first, then with a sudden, hydraulic hiss, the mattress tilted to a 45-degree angle. "Whoa!" I slid forward, my silk-clad body offering zero friction against the silk sheets. I plunged headfirst into the hatch, bracing for a vertical drop, but instead, I hit a smooth, plastic curve.
WHEEEEEEEE!
It was a spiral slide, slicked with a light coating of oil. I whirled around in the darkness, until a flash of light appeared at the end of the tunnel. "Here goes nothing!" I screamed. I shot out of the slide like a cork from a bottle, soaring through the air. I saw the blue rim of the reception pool rushing up to meet me. I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for the pink impact, the cold drowning of strawberry frosting...
BOING.
I didn't sink. I bounced.
I hit the surface with a massive belly-flop. I went flying back into the air, did a clumsy mid-air flail, and landed on my back. I was in the pool; however it was now an empty pooI. The wide inflated edges appeared more like a high-walled, professional-grade bounce house. I scrambled to my feet, my legs wobbling as every movement caused the floor to ripple and heave.

Bzzzt.
"Welcome back to the reception pool!" the Host chirped. "As you can see, I've cleared the frosting. Clean and tidy! However, before we open the bathroom door to let you get cleaned up, let's have a little fun. You're looking a bit... lopsided. Let's even out that 'cake-to-person' ratio."

Suddenly, the ceiling fans in the reception room began to spin at high speed. A hatch in the center of the ceiling opened, and a fine, white powder began to drift down like a blizzard.

"It's the Powdered Sugar Snowstorm!" the Host shouted. "To unlock the bathroom, you just have to catch ten red bouncy balls that are about to be launched into the pool. But be careful... the more you move, the more the sugar sticks to the frosting you're already wearing!"

From the corners of the bounce house, a hidden cannon began firing bright red rubber balls at high velocity. They hit the bouncy floor and went chaotic, flying in every direction. Every time I jumped for a red ball, a fresh cloud of white dust plastered itself to the 3:33 AM frosting still matted in my hair.
THWIP-THWIP!
"Missed one!" the Host cackled.
I lunged for a ball near the corner, but my foot didn't bounce. It... stayed. I looked down. From the seams of the blue vinyl, a golden, translucent tide was rising.
"Is that... honey?" I gasped, tasting a stray drop. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!". Soon, a four-inch deep pool of warm honey was surrounding me. My feet were anchored. I tried to lift my left leg, but the suction was so intense. I overbalanced, my center of gravity betrayed by the sticky depths, and I went down. SPLAT. I hit the honey face-first. It was warm, heavy, and smelled like breakfast, but it was currently trying to claim me as a permanent installation of the pool. I tried to roll over, but the honey had a firm grip on my silk pajamas. As I heaved my torso upward, I heard a series of ominous rips.

The silk, already weakened by the overnight cake-soak, couldn't handle the tension. I watched in slow-motion horror as the honey simply kept my shirt. And then my shorts. I scrambled forward in a desperate, sticky crawl, leaving my ruined nightwear behind like a shed snakeskin. Now, in nothing but my small cake stained underwear, I was a glistening, honey-coated, sugar-dusted mess. But the lack of clothing made me more aerodynamic. I used the stickiness to my advantage, letting the red balls simply adhere to my honey-slicked skin. I looked like a human ladybug by the time I grabbed the tenth ball.

Bzzzt.
"Well done! You've done it! You're a vision of sweetness. Enjoy the bathroom at your leisure and get ready for the day ahead!"

I couldn't walk to the bathroom; I had to perform a slow, agonizing prone-crawl, my skin sticking to the vinyl with every inch. After the first couple of feet, my underwear had also been claimed by the pool. I was a sticky, but surprisingly hot horny mess. I reached the door, left a honey-coated handprint on the handle, and slid into the bathroom. I pulled myself up and slowly made my way to the mirror. I was a sight. But a sight I was not only getting familiar with, but one that made me feel excited, a little naughty, and certainly got the blood pumping. I turned to the shower, it was long past overdue. I scrubbed for what felt like an hour, but the heat of the water soon melted my previous catastrophes down the plughole.

As I stepped out, I saw it: the box with today's outfit. It was a lot bigger than before. I unraveled the contents, and my jaw dropped. It was a heavy-duty, translucent-white industrial-grade sumo suit. But instead of the usual air-valve, it had one large connection for what seemed like a pipe of some sort. It had thick, punishingly tight rubber gaskets at the neck, wrists, and ankles. A note accompanied the outfit in usual fashion. "No Clothes. Nothing."
I forced my limbs through the seals with a series of rhythmic squeaks. It gripped my skin tight, this was certainly not going to allow any air out once it inflated.

The note continued, "Head through the secret passage behind the mirror!"

I waddled through the tiny door behind the large standing mirror, and emerged into a 5x5-meter room pulsing with those familiar, ominous rainbow spotlights. In the centre, a massive pipe hung like a mechanical proboscis.

Bzzzt.
"Welcome to one of my many secret game rooms. As you'll see, there is a hose to attach to your beautiful suit, and some buttons on each of the four walls. You'll also notice that on your suit, there are no release valves, instead there is a toggle, conveniently placed directly under your chin, you'll need that for later for now, plug in! Let's get you filled out!"

I connected the nozzle to the port on my back. Whirrrr. I expected the hiss of air. Instead, I felt a heavy, cooling weight hit my back and travel down to my ankles. It was thick. It was viscous. It was

Bzzzt.
"You're a walking bag of custard!" the Host bellowed with pure joy.

The weight was incredible. I watched as my legs turned into massive, wobbling yellow pillars. The custard quickly climbed to my knees, then my thighs, pressing heavy against my bare skin and being constrained by the now taut sumo suit. I was becoming a human water-balloon, only the water was a rather tasty pudding.

Bzzzt.
"Okay, time for your next event. Let's play Time Tag! Hit the red buttons on each of the walls when they light up before the buzzer, or... well, you know the drill!"

BUZZ. The first button lit up. I lunged--or tried to. Every step was a monumental effort of shifting ten gallons of sloshing dairy. I slapped the first button. BUZZ. The second. I was breathing hard, the suit now filled up to my bare crotch and ass. The feeling of the body temp yellow sludge was starting to really turn me on and I couldn't take my mind off it.
I moved for the third, but the physics of being a 300-pound bag of custard caught up with me. As I turned, the internal tidal wave shifted. I overbalanced.
"No, no, no--"

SPLAT-THOOMP.

I hit the floor on my side. I felt the custard surge into the arm-sleeves and up against the back of my neck. I was pinned. I thrashed like a beached whale, but the weight was too much.

BEEEEEP. I missed the fourth button.
A red laser dot danced across my nose. THWIP-PFFT! A huge cream pie, increasingly larger than yesterday's pies, nailed me square in the face.
BEEEEEP. I missed the next buzzer, and another pie obliterated my vision.
BEEEEEP. The time between beeps was getting smaller, and this was now a custard bathing, pie slinging version of the high school gym class bleep test.

Another. And another. And another. It was a gatling gun of whipped cream pies. I was blinded, gasping as my head was turned into a mountain of white fluff. I lay there, helpless, as thirty pies obliterated what was left of my dignity, the cream sliding down the outside of my custard-filled suit.

"Bad luck!" the Host laughed. "But you're a pro. Sit tight while we top you off. And remember... use your teeth on the toggle when you want to release the suit!"

I felt the last bit of pressure fill the suit. I was at the bursting point, a taut, yellow sphere of pudding. My hands and feet were useless, swallowed by the internal sea. The weight finally tipped me onto my back, leaving me staring at the ceiling through a mask of whipped cream. The topping-off came from straight above, a hatch opened releasing bucket loads of heavy whipping cream, the thick cold cream doused me, washing most of the thick pie cream through my hair and pooled around me.

I had to end it. I tucked my chin, pushing my face deep into the toggle area right below my jaw. I felt the rubber tag. I bit down hard and YANKED.
BOOM.
The release valve didn't just open; it detonated. Under the immense pressure, a geyser of yellow custard erupted directly upward, hitting my face with the force of a fire hose. It was a recursive loop of mess--custard shooting out, mixing with the cream on my face, and raining back down over me in a heavy, gloopy tidal wave. The suit deflated with a long, wet glug, leaving me lying in the center of a literal lake of yellow pudding. I sat there for a long minute, finally able to peel the now empty, sticky skin of the suit off my body, and simply flopped back into the mess. I could feel the room temperature was now a comfortable range. The mixture of custard, pies and cream were no longer cold to the touch, and instead felt a delight on my naked skin. Every inch of my being had been covered, once again, and I was loving it. I began to rub it into me more, rolling around and pushing it across my face and down my body.

Bzzzt.
"Hey, sorry to spoil your fun but if you could head back to the bathroom once you're..finished..we can prepare for lunch. And this time, you don't have to earn it, my treat. Get washed up, a dry robe will be waiting for you, where you can head up to the bedroom for some food."

I was relieved but also missed the intense hilarity and sexual feeling I was now so used to. I picked my slimy naked body off the floor, crawled back to the bathroom for yet another hot soak. The mess washed off with ease and I was into a warm dry robe in no time. I climbed the staircase back to my bedroom where I was greeting by a hostess trolley, with a cold bottle of water, fruit smoothie and a bowl of what looked like chicken pasta. I took the food to the edge of the now clean bed, got comfy and tucked in. Although there was no music or television, I reminisced of the absurdities that have occured, the contrast to my old boring life to this. I didn't want it to end, and I still had two more days of this to go, excitement raced in quick every time I thought about it. What had I become? Was I always like this, just too vanilla to ever find out my secret kinks. I finished my food, eager to find out what was next for today. I tidied the dishes back to the trolley where I found a silver topped tray on the bottom shelf. No note. No interruption from the host. I picked it up and took it back to the bed. It was heavy.

I eagerly waited for some instruction but nothing ever came. Was the host waiting to see what I might do? I lifted the lid off the platter and inside was an oozing black forest gateaux. Cream peaked the edges, dark fruit and syrup flooded the centre. It stood nearly twelve inches tall.

Still no instruction. I dipped my finger in and tasted a bit. It was brilliant, my senses firing up again. I was getting turned on just by being in the presence of a cake, of the potential mess it could produce and devastation to a person. To me.

I swirled my hands through the top layer, coating each in a thick layer of syrup and cream. I rubbed it into my bare chest, pushing the robe away. I rubbed more across my chest and over my stomach. I grabbed more and rubbed it into my crotch, feeling the cold cream reach all areas. I couldn't hold back any more. I lifted the cake off the platter, and placed it square in the middle of the bed. I flung my robe to the side and moved the dishes. And then with one all might drop I face planted straight into the cake, grabbing handfuls to rub over my naked body. Sitting up I turned to drop back onto the mess with my bare ass, the explosion was electric. I wallowed in the cake for a while longer, soaking the bedsheets beneath and turning my skin into a creamy-blue hue. I rubbed, tasted, crushed more into me until I had to take control, moving my hands down. I pleasured myself continually in the mess until I climaxed. I couldn't believe it but it felt right, it felt like pure ecstasy.

Bzzzt.
"Well oh well What do we have here? I set up a lovely lunch for you to enjoy, and here you are, naked, filthy, and you've made a mess of your clean bed. But looks like you may have enjoyed that dessert just a little bit more than you'd imagine. Well, I can guarantee you'll have plenty more of where that came from. While you, clean yourself up a little, we will get ready for the next game. I think you should stay naked for this one, I'm feeling adventurous! There's a small curtain beside the bed, head through and follow the instructions."

The next game, I was thrilled. I needed more! I hopped off the bed, quickly examined my body in the mirror, licked some cream off my hands and headed through the curtain, a small passage way led into what appeared to be an attic like room. Inside, a rectangular leather backed bed was situated on the floor, it had straps for my hands and feet. Above was an ominous chute, but no giveaway was seen as it was covered by a black sheet. A note sat on the leather bed.

"STRAP YOURSELF IN, THE RESTRAINTS WILL AUTOMATICALLY SHUT, AND WILL ONLY REOPEN WHEN THE TASK IS COMPLETE! HAVE FUN"

I hesitated, unsure if I should really allow myself to be restrained to a bed, in an isolated cottage in the middle of nowhere, where my host has got me playing in every mess imagined. But who was I to stop my animalistic urges? I knew I wanted this.

I lay back, the cold leather beneath me jolting me to life, as I surrendered my limbs to the restraints surrounding me. CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK. All four limbs securely locked. There I lay, naked and fully vulnerable, anticipating what mess was about to be unleashed on me next. Soon the black sheet was stripped away from the chute. I couldn't tell what it was to begin with but as the contraption whizzed to life I could make out there was some kind of conveyor belt in action, at least from the angle I was lying. The belt stopped conveniently above my head, but I could also spy some wheels either side, this must control the belt to the hosts bidding. I waited.

What felt like minutes had passed, although I'm sure it was only seconds, when suddenly the sound of some sort of weight was loaded onto the belt, the belt was moving at a good speed and it was only a matter of time until
SPLAT!
The first pie of the game came hurtling off the edge of the belt, the height allowed enough time for gravity to work its magic and upended the pie, neon green whipped cream, hurtling straight into my unexpectant face. It was bliss. The cream plastered my face and head, the taste was great as always and the crust split into pieces as it slid down to my neck and shoulder.
SPLAT! SPLAT!
Consecutive pie hits landed again, this time I couldn't tell what colour they were as the initial pie had still blinded me. I wriggled as much as my restraints would let me, turning my head to get a breath of air before any more pies fell. But nothing came. I had managed to dislodge a good amount of cream from my face to now see the belt was moving. It moved further down my body and lowered in height. Soon I could see the edge of what appeared to be a never ended mass. A long, large, heavily topped sheet cake upended over me. Cascading with direct impact across my naked crotch, the mass was heavy, heavier than most cakes so far, and it pinned my entire waist into the leather bed. I squirmed, as the cake seeped in between my spread legs, reaching all places. The frosting was slightly warm, purposely done to allow the oozing across my body.

The belt started to move again, it increase in height this time, double the height. I waited for what was to come next. Soon, a train of buckets tipped over the edge, at first I winced as I expected the bucket to clatter over me, but they appeared glued to the belt and instead each one emptied their contents entirely over me. There were various colours of gunge. Blue, pink, yellow, purple, green, gold. I was covered head to toe now. Face buried in pie, caked up crotch, and now a full body dousing of gunge. But the machine didn't stop.

The belt moved right to my feet, where it upended a barrage of cream pies again, heavier and wider than the first three. The belt was in constant motion, allowing the pies to plaster each of my legs as it worked it's way up, covering the caked crotch and then my stomach. The arms were next, each one received five pies each, then my chest got five more, each one adding layer upon layer of cream. Finally it stopped dropping pies and whirred back over my face. The belt lifted high, higher than had before, the max limit in the attic space I was in. The belt churned to life. A slow agonizing movement kicked in, like a rollercoaster trundling its way to the peak of the ride. It was then I saw the grand finale. My pie-ce de resistance! A gargantuan pie, the diameter of a small kiddie pool, heaved it way to the top of the belt, sides overhanging the belt and creaking under the immense pressure. My heartbeat pounding out my chest, edging right on the point of full climax, just as the massive pie edged it's way to the top. I took a deep breath and gulped one final time.

FWHOOOOOMP!

The mammoth pie teetered over the edge, and rained down below, its target - my head, heck, my entire being. The pie, made up of a rainbow spread of coloured cream, flew towards me at a menacing pace. The impact was near catastrophic, I'm amazed the structure of the bed I lay on didn't collapse. The pie was not just cream, it was filled with a thick rich chocolate filling. More dense and thick than custard. It's contents engulfed me, swallowed me whole as I released my biggest orgasm I have ever felt. I was seeing lights from the ecstacy that filled me, I muffled my screams and moans from beneath the pie until it slowly dropped over me, allowing me to gasp in air.

I lay for about ten minutes, coming to terms of the sheer domination I had just undergone. Cream filled the room, the black leather of the bed was unrecognisable. I was nothing but a creamy, frosting and pudding delight. I wanted to touch myself so bad but the restraints kept me in place.

Bzzzt.
"What. A. Show. You truly are the bravest and most entertaining guest I've had the delight to host. You are my special guest and I will give you everything there is to offer. Please, let yourself up, and when you're ready you can return to your ensuite to clean up and rest. All that fun will have taken it out of you."

The restraints clicked open underneath the cream. I stretched my arms and legs, returning feeling back to my limbs. I felt the mess on my bare skin. I tried to move but remembered that my bare crotch was plastered in frosting, and was now stuck to the bed from all the heat and juices. I squirmed more, releasing the mess underneath me and started to rub and play with myself. I ended up spending the next hour in that room, not leaving, and enjoying every drop of mess there was. I didn't want to leave, but I remembered I had another two days of mess and the host seemed to like me a lot.

Once I was content, I made my way back through the curtain into the bedroom, trudged my naked body into the ensuite and stepped into the corner bath. I grabbed the shower head from above and turned on the hot water. After a quick shower, I plugged the bath and let it fill with hot soapy water. I activated the jets and the bubbles tripled in size, creating a foam party for one. I sunk into the hot water and soaked my body for another hour before the water started to get cold. I climbed out and retrieved my robe from earlier. The mess of the day had taken it out of me, I was drained in a good way and needed some sleep.

Bzzzt.
"Hey, please get some rest, I've had your bed cleaned from your earlier gateaux playtime, and left some herbal tea on the side to help you drift off. Take time to recover, and I'll take the time for all you future fun to come."

My mind tried to race to the thoughts of the next mess, but I couldn't contemplate. The exhaustion has hit me. It was only 4pm but I needed sleep. I climbed into the bed, drank the chamomile tea and nodded off. It was the quickest, easiest sleep I've ever had. I wonder what's in store for me next.

To be continued