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An old story featuring @fattlestacks ' OC Baxter in a quick Easter related story. Hope you like it!

Easter Day is here, and there’s an Easter Egg Festival hosted by a local business, sponsored by Conejo Confections, along with other local bakeries that Baxter is a regular at.

They also asked the community to pitch in with extra candy if there wasn’t enough to go around. Baxter Conejo, as a special guest, was put in charge of the candy stock while Devon prepared his suit for the show later on. (Maybe she could make it a little smaller than usual since he’s been going to the gym more—and somehow hadn’t eaten since dinner the day before, even though it was already around 3:00 PM.)

The only problem? They stocked way too much candy. Like… way too much.

Panicked by the excessive amount of candy (plus a few cakes and brownies for some reason), Baxter became stressed. He went to the head coordinator and asked what he should do.

The coordinator assured him everything would be fine—they had enough eggs.

Only… they didn’t.

There were only half as many eggs as there was candy, meaning each egg would have to hold double the amount—which obviously wasn’t possible.

As they realized this, Baxter’s stomach dropped. So many families and friends—including his own—had come to this event hoping to have a good time.

After tossing around a few ideas, the coordinator settled on one: just throw the extra food away.

Baxter protested, saying that would be a waste, but the decision had already been made.

Frustrated, Baxter went back to the egg preparation station, pacing and trying to come up with something better.

Then suddenly—

Grrrrrlll…

His stomach growled loudly. He hadn’t eaten in a while, and all the stress was making him even hungrier. Some nearby workers and fans turned their heads, a few joking, “Mr. Conejo, don’t eat the confections!” in a friendly, teasing way.

Trying to clear his head, Baxter went for a walk—but that only made things worse. He started thinking about food even more. Figuring he should grab something to eat, he headed to the stands… only to find them packing up.

They were out of food.

He had missed the lunch window.

Now he was even more stressed—and officially hangry.

He returned to the eggs, thinking hard. With only two hours left until the hunt, an idea finally hit him.

He could repurpose the extra candy into one big dessert for everyone to enjoy after the hunt. That way, nothing would go to waste—and he’d still have time to check in with Devon for the suit fitting.

Without wasting a second, he grabbed the extra candy and ran to a nearby bakery that wasn’t sponsoring the event. He quickly ordered a large, double-layered, multi-flavored cake using the different candies and asked them to hurry—without ruining it.

Despite the vague instructions, the bakers got to work.

When it was finished, they mentioned how last-minute the order was, but they pulled it off. As usual, they told him it was on the house.

Baxter didn’t hesitate—he grabbed the cake and sprinted back to the event. Only one hour remained until the hunt and the show.

“Woo, nice legs he’s got to run that fast!” one of the bakers joked as he left.

As Baxter approached the egg station, workers were already placing eggs out. The head coordinator stopped him, thinking something was wrong because of how fast he was running.

Then he noticed the cake.

“What a great idea—a cake for the families!” he said, guiding Baxter toward the dessert area.

But Baxter shook his head. “This cake is special—it should go in the egg prep room for some extra… ✨Baxterification✨” since it was a gift the the event from him.

The coordinator agreed, given how last-minute it was, and sent him on his way.

As Baxter began decorating the cake, he caught a whiff of it.

Chocolate… vanilla… strawberry… man, people are going to love this.

Then it hit him.

None of the workers had gotten any food brought to the event.

By now, his hunger and stress had fully merged.

He noticed a small spot on the cake—somewhere no one would notice if a tiny piece went missing.

“Just one bite,” he told himself, cutting a small slice of peanut butter chocolate.

It was really good.

Too good.

“One more slice,” he said.

Then another.

And another.

Caught in a stress-eating spiral, he didn’t even realize the entire cake was peanut butter chocolate with the candy mixed inside. The “multi-flavor” smell had just tricked him into thinking otherwise.

The bakery had known he hadn’t eaten—they noticed he never came in for breakfast or lunch—so they made the whole cake his favorite flavor.

With all the extra candy, they had created a massive 12-by-6-inch double-layer cake.

And Baxter ate the whole thing.

Without even noticing.

When he finally stopped, reality hit him.

“Oh shit! I ate the whole thing…”

Right then, Devon walked in, already stressed because Baxter had missed his final suit fitting.

She hadn’t seen the empty cake box.

Now they had to rush.

Inside the fitting room, the suit wouldn’t button—despite having the correct measurements.

“Big lunch, Bax? Or did you quit the gym?” she asked, half-joking, half-annoyed.

“Heh… a little big,” Baxter replied with a dry chuckle, blushing slightly.

Devon adjusted the suit to better fit his stomach without ruining it or making it uncomfortable.

Once he stepped out, ready to help finish the event, the coordinator stopped him again.

“Hey, that cake you brought—it's not at the dessert table. Where’d you put it?”

Baxter froze.

He had to think fast.

Putting on a fake, embarrassed expression, he said, “Oh… yeah… I dropped it on the ground…”

The coordinator stared at him for a few seconds.

Then slowly glanced down at Baxter’s noticeably fuller stomach, pressing against his vest.

He gave it a light pat.

“...Okay, sure.”

And walked away.

Baxter stood there, genuinely embarrassed now—but also smirking a little at how ridiculous the whole situation had been.

The end.