Cakes and Kissing

Flash!

A mountain of supplies appeared at everyone’s cooking station.

“You will have 3 hours to make your multiple-layered cake. Your cake must be a least 3 layers and represents your deepest desires or in other words your greatest dream,” Aphrodite proclaimed.

“Your time starts Now!” Ares shouted.

Again, Luke was at a loss. He didn’t know what to create.

“This feels repetitive. This 3rd challenge is too similar to the 1st. I don’t know what my greatest goal is,” Luke thought before giving a deep sigh.

“Something wrong? My handsome godling?” Aphrodite said making Luke jump.

Luke was about to voice his opinion but was captivated by the goddess’s beauty.

“Oh … sorry … I’m distracting you. Please … try to … ignore me. I am eager to taste … your … baking again,” Aphrodite said seductively.

“No problem,” Luke thought before looking down at the goddess’s thick figure and flat belly.

“She would totally rock the bump,” Luke mused with a smile.

“Like what you see? It’s always a thrill for me to catch the attention of a man who has so many lovers already,” Aphrodite whispered.

Luke looked around and was surprised no one was watching their exchange. Just then Aphrodite was behind Luke. She pressed her sensual figure up against Luke’s bare back.

“Aw, you noticed. As the Greek Goddess of Love and Beauty, I can flirt without causing a fuss. I … can … even make love in a crowd … without anyone the wiser. I call it my ‘Kissing Time’,” Aphrodite said tracing a finger down Luke’s back.

“I bent the rules to **** everyone into the baking contest. More specifically, I bent the rules to taste one of the greatest bakers on Earth. Don’t disappoint me,” Aphrodite whispered before grabbing Luke’s junk through his apron.

Luke jumped and turn to face his attacker. But the goddess disappeared.

“Greatest bakers on Earth?” Luke said in confusion.

“Of course, thousands of buns were made from your baby batter alone. A man like that … has to be great in the sack,” Aphrodite thought into Luke’s head.

Luke’s confusion was replaced with a frown after realizing Aphrodite’s point.

“She better stop teasing me, or she will become the Goddess of Love, Beauty, and … pregnancy,” Luke thought to himself.

“3, 2, 1. Times Up, Step away from your stations,” Ares Shouted.

“Well, this is a little quirky,” Aphrodite thought as she examined all the cakes.

Six of the seven cakes had some kind of depiction of children/babies or pregnancy.

“Well, I can sense a theme,” Aphrodite said riley.

“I didn’t know what I was expecting. But after seeing this I wonder if a group of Warlocks would all make cakes with depictions of **** and war,” Ares mused.

“Baby Crazed Sorcerers,” Dr. Blood whispered in disgust.

Luke caught the jibe, but couldn’t argue. He knew that all his women were cursed with ‘Baby Fever’.

“Keyleth you’re up,” Aphrodite said clapping her hands together.

“Please display your creation and explain your greatest goal in life,” Aphrodite said happily.

The half-elf sorcerer presented a large cake depicting a multiple-level library with small figures. But instead of adult figurines, there were dozens of children with red hair and pointed ears all reading.

“I want a large family that loves to read. I always dreamed of creating a small Library of my own. But now after meeting Luke, I want to fill it with our children,” Keyleth said patting her pregnant belly before glancing over at Luke and blushing.

“Ooh, how nice. All your figurines have such cute faces. And there you are visibly pregnant,” Aphrodite chimed.

“The detailed work on the books is good as well,” Ares said begrudgingly.

A few sample bites later.

“Excellent theming, great flavors, good sponge, nice structured layers, … well done,” Aphrodite said happily.

After Keyleth each of Luke’s four remaining baby mamas presented similar three-dimensional cakes. Each one was depicting a room filled with children. Plus, a depiction of themselves heavily pregnant.

• Samantha made a cake depicting a dojo.
• Sabrina created a bakery.
• Nurse Bones created a children’s hospital.
• Nightmare-Moon’s creation depicted a belly dancing studio.

Luke smiled as each of his women describe their dream. He suspected that their dreams didn’t originally include dozens of kids. But Luke wasn’t complaining, it meant a life full of babymaking.

“My my, what wonderful dreams. I am excited to see if all your dreams come true. If they all do, I suspect your shared baby daddy will have his hands full,” Aphrodite said blushing at Luke.

“Luke Smith ascended to godhood by fathering 20,000+ Siren children. His hands are already full,” Ares said hotly.

“Stop your teasing, you know what I mean. And besides, we all know Sirens don’t keep husbands. Most of them are lesbians,” Aphrodite chided.

Ares growled in annoyance.

“Next! Dr. Blood please present your creation,” Ares commanded.

The Lich placed a giant cake pyramid on the judge's table. At the top was a depiction of Ares the God of War on a throne. A level down was a depiction of Dr. Blood holding out the Trident of Atlantis to Ares.

“I dream of a return to the old ways. All Warlocks suffer under the oppression of modern technology. Sooner or later all wars will be done by drones or droids. At that point, Warlocks will no longer be war Heroes on the battlefield. Instead, Warlocks would be relegated to glorified executioners for Sorcerers. Or we will be **** to become serial killers just to sustain ourselves on ‘soul-energy/mana’. War-related technologies have their uses, but they shouldn’t come at the cost of war magic,” Dr. Blood said before bowing his head and stepping back.

Ares leaned in, while Aphrodite leaned away in disgust.

“Thank you for sharing, Doctor. Your Dream is understood … and very interesting. As a fellow **** Caster, I share your concerns,” Ares said meeting the Lich’s eyeless gaze.

“Whatever, let’s just try the thing,” Aphrodite said annoyed.

Both judges sampled the cake without another word.

“Last but not least, Luke Smith please present your cake,” Aphrodite chimed.

A moment later Luke placed his cake on the judge’s table.

“My deepest desire is for everyone to appreciate the true beauty of pregnancy. Women are too often judged for their lack of curves or instead for having a heavier weight. Modern feminine beauty standards are unfairly set out of reach for most ladies. Sadder still, many consider pregnancy a time when women can’t be attractive or sexy. That is just not so. A baby bump communicates to the world that a woman is healthy, mature, and sexually active. A baby bump is the sexiest accessory a woman can have. My greatest dream is for all runway models and all movie stars to always be depicted as pregnant. That way everyone would know what true beauty is,” Luke said proudly.

Aphrodite smiled as she saw herself atop Mount Olympus. She was depicted wearing a golden crown, a golden dress … and heavily pregnant. She was walking down a runway with a dozen photographers. A banner hung across the stage reading: Queen of Beauty.

“Do you expect models and stars to have dozens of kids like your harem?” Ares asked in confusion.

“No, not really. I would expect everyone to use fake bellies unless they had a real one to show off,” Luke said coolly.

“Hmm, if your dreams come true … would I … I mean this Queen … be stuck making countless babies? If a baby bump is the sexiest thing a woman can wear … Wouldn’t that mean the ‘Queen of Beauty’ … would be **** to sport a bump all the time? That means a lot of kids,” Aphrodite asked biting her nail.

“True, but you shouldn’t constrain a Queen or Goddess to mortal standards. The ‘Queen of Beauty’ could slow her normal pregnancy. Take for example, the Jinn take 12 times longer to gestate a child than humans. Alternatively, magic can be used to grow a baby bump. I myself have a spell that can cause any woman to instantly transform into a 9month pregnant version of herself. The false pregnancy can be removed just as easily.” Luke said happily.

Luke didn’t mention that his spell ‘Magical Phantom Pregnancy’ was created by the Jinn Queen Celestia. Nor did he mention that casting the spell changes the memories of everyone involved. People who know the target of the spell get false memories of the victim getting pregnant 9 months ago. Additionally, no one including the victim notices the pregnancy never ends.

“Really? That could be fun. Does the false pregnancy prevent conception?” Aphrodite asked clearly interested.

“Yes. I developed the spell as magical birth control that satiates my fetish,” Luke said reminded of Rebecca’s maids and cooks.

“Enough, let’s eat it already,” Ares said annoyed.

“Now now, I want to learn more,” Aphrodite said before clicking her tongue.

Luke looked around, everyone was frozen.

“Your ‘Kissing Time’?” Luke asked looking at Aphrodite.

“Of course, but when I freeze everything, I like to call it my ‘Fucking Time’,” Aphrodite said putting her hands on her wide hips.

“But back to you. You have a harem full of baby-crazed women. Yet, you now have presented a cake that depicts me the goddess of beauty as a Queen heavily pregnant. Is this an invitation to have your children? Not content with what you already have?" Aphrodite said stepping closer.

“I know you’re the one behind my mind being filled with images of myself getting pregnant. It’s a nice experience but very distracting. Your ‘Soul Aura’ … has been manipulating my fantasies for the past few hours. Has this been intentional? Why the attack on my senses?” Aphrodite said half angry half horny.

Luke recalled his ‘Suppression Ring’ breaking after he became a demi-god with a ‘Soul Pool’. His current mana level was strengthening his ‘Soul Aura’.

“Sorry, I am still getting used to my new body. I haven’t had a lot of time since I leveled up. Sorry again if my aura has been distracting you. I have yet to learn to control it,” Luke said defensively.

“Here let me help,” Aphrodite said before suddenly kissing Luke on the lips.

Luke felt the kiss and something else. It was hard to describe. But before he could truly get a sense of the feeling the kiss was broken.

“How’s that?” Aphrodite said happily.

“What did you do?” Luke asked in confusion.

Luke’s own voice chimed in his head.

Warning! - A divine being has imprinted knowledge into your mind.

Divine Gift Discovered:

You have learned ‘Divine Aura Suppression’ = You can personally suppress your auras.

Be Advised - You only have two auras: ‘Sorcerer's Breeding Aura’ and 'Magical Moniker'.

“Aw very cool,” Luke said mentally suppressing both of his auras.

“Glad you like it. Only gods can hide their ‘Soul Auras’. Mortals often confuse them with ‘Magical Auras’. But when you have a ‘Soul Pool’ it’s one and the same.” Aphrodite said with a grin.

Luke didn’t understand but still was grateful. Even Queen Celestia couldn’t stop his cursed aura without using a magical item.

“Now I can turn off my aura. This is great,” Luke thought happily.

“Hold on Tiger. Don’t get distracted. I scratched your back you scratch mine,” Aphrodite said poking Luke in the chest.

“What do you mean?” Luke asked looking down.

“I want you to cast your fake pregnancy spell. Your silly aura got me all riled up. I don’t want your baby. I have enough kids. But I need you to make me big and fuck me hard like one of your baby mamas. After scratching my fantasy itch, you will turn me back and we can finish this baking contest,” Aphrodite said dropping her dress/robe.

Luke’s eye drank in the beauty only divine magic could create.

“You … sure?” Luke asked half distracted.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now let’s get to pregnant fucking,” Aphrodite said bending over the judge’s table.

Luke looked around confirming everyone was still frozen.

“Well, shit. Hope she can resist the other spell effects ... or ... learns to like always being pregnant,” Luke thought as he dropped his apron.

With that Luke mentally targeted the goddess with his ‘Magical Phantom Pregnancy’ spell.