Before the Muffin Man was the Muffin Man he was just one really horny, deprived teenager. He had no friends and certainly no girlfriend. He longed for the warm embrace of a women, or so he though. Alas, no female would look twice at him.
He was a disappointment to his parents and society, annnndd the male gender and even GOD. He dropped out of high school his junior year because he was tired of not getting laid. He spent his days in his room, with his stuffed turtle that he loved....a little... too much. He would come up with erotic fantasies and defile that stuffed turtle.
The only comfort he found was in baking. His brothers laughed at him. While they were out feening and eating ass, the Muffin Man would stay home baking. He loved grinding the berries into a smoosh jelly filling then lathering it on the soft, clay like crust. He would sit In Front of the oven and watch the cherries pop. It sent shivers down his spine, and made his chest tighten up. When the pie came out, he ran his fingers along it's warm crust and then penetrate the center with his...
Knife.
