Berry knew he had to be the change he wanted to see in the cooking industry, so he got to work immediately.
Berry needed a teacher, and there was only one person for the job. Doris, the bar tender at the poison apple, the shady and dangerous tavern, where Prince Charming had once preformed before being sold off as a sex slave to a family of bears.
Little did most people know she was a personal chef on the side.
After being degraded by Ben whom he no longer had lustrous feelings for he made his way to the poison apple. Upon arrival he was feeling very nervous because there where a lot of burly men around place, and he didn't know if he could control his urges. That said, Berry was determined, he needed to prove himself not only to his bitch mom, unconventionally attractive brothers, but to Ben as well, just in case there was still a small, faint, possibility he was DTF, Berry still wanted to dick him down even there was no hope for true romance.
He squeezed past the broad shouldered felons with jawlines that could cut a baguette, abs that he could grade cheese on and V lines, oh how he loved V lines.
The temptation, but,
He persisted.
He walked up to the bar..
"Are you Doris?" Asked Berry.
"Yea, that's me, what do you want?"
"Please, I need you to train me !"
"I'm retired kid, I do t do that kinda thing anymore."
"Please I'll do anything"!!!!
Doris slightly turned her massive neck in Berry s direction.
Anything?" She said.
A
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said Berry.
Ok ok. Doris said.
She took Berry into the back room of the tavern, she took him by his dainty chubby hands and held it in her massive muscular ones. Berry had never felt like this before, for a woman at least. He felt something inside, inside his pants, growing, growing inside his pants.
"Sit down over there" said Doris
Berry did what he was told.
"It's been a long time since I've had a man"
-gulp-
