Muffet stands before you, a victorious gleam in her eyes. Her heels click clack towards you as her hips sway along to the beat, her words echo in your mind: “Why so pale? You should be proud…. Proud that you’re going to make a delicious cake~ Ahuhuhu~” The lump in your throat goes down hard, was she really going to bake you into a pie? There’s not time to ponder that, teeming masses of spiders descend from the ceiling all laughing as they drop on your face. Hairy legs and silk swarm your body tying your legs together, Muffet stands above you with a wry smile. She hefts and carries you over her shoulder with relative ease, the spiders behind you all wave and wipe their eyes with little hankies in ridicule as their queen takes you away.

Was it really going to end here? Was Muffet really going to eat you?! Your brain begins to access every file on what spiders eat and how they eat it, if you recall correctly they fill their prey with venom and drink their insides after they dissolve. Your stomach (ironically) drops at this prospect, you didn’t want to end up as her meal! She stops in a dim room, you take a whiff of vanilla and flour before you’re unceremoniously dumped on the floor. “Ahuhuhu~ Why so pale? You should be proud~” Right now you were anything but proud as you begged and pleaded to be released, with tears streaming down your face you offered her everything you had; even the clothes on your back! She simpers at your pathetic begging and shakes her head before walking out of the room leaving you with your horribly morbid thoughts.

Moments later she returns, the dim lighting of the room makes her eyes glow. Muffet’s heels click closer and closer to you until she’s standing ahead of you, her hands holding what appears to be a chef hat. She gives you it along with some baking untencils and ingredients. Confused and at wit’s end you ask Muffet just what the hell was going on. “Ahuhuhu~” She grabs the hat and places it on your head, “You should be proud, you’re going to make a delicious cake…” You look at Muffet in disbelief and finally work up the courage to ask if she was going to eat you. “Eat you?” She coos, “Deary… I was never going to eat you, that is, unless you want me to…” Her tongue runs over her lips as she caresses your face. Quick as a fly you shake your head no and amble backwards on your hands prompting another giggle from Muffet before she struts out of the room. Left alone you decide to get up from the floor and do a quick survey, there are various ingredients strewn about but one jar catches your eye. It’s a small bottle teeming with spiders, live spiders, you decide it would be unwise to question Muffet’s taste and instead opt to bake the cake.

A few hours later the cake is done, it’s decorated with frosting, bits of fruit and live spiders on top. You couldn’t bring yourself to baking them live so you hope that Muffet would forgive you transgression. Speaking of Muffet, she rappels from the ceiling along with a knife and fork before stopping, her butt absorbs the shock with a little jiggle. You hold the cake out for her, she daintily inspects it before popping it into her mouth. The silence is interrupted by the sounds of her chewing before she swallows the morsel, it travels down her throat until it disappears with a pat of her tummy. Unsatisfied she takes the plate from you and begins to scarf piece after piece into her awaiting maw, utterly transfixed you watch as the cake is stuffed piece by piece into her mouth. Each slice forming a bulge against her throat that drops slowly until the last bite is devoured with a rather unladylike belch. Muffet blushes and excuses herself before dabbing away at her mouth with a purple hankie.

She catches your awe-struck eyes and blushes, “My my, that was rather, unpleasant of me wasn’t it?” You take the plate back, not a crumb remains. Before you could excuse yourself and try to escape she lays her hand on your shoulder. “I don’t think I’m quite finished yet deary, in fact, I’d like some more…” With that she spins you around and frog-marches you back to the baking room where the oven and the ingredients wait for you. With nothing else to do, you take a quick inventory before deciding on baking Muffet all the treats she could eat.

The good part of an afternoon was spent in the kitchen, delicious sweet smells drove many spiders to watch you bake many confectionary delights. Cakes, muffins, strudels, pies, danishes, pastry after pastry comes forth from the oven, of course all of them have spiders mixed in. You got over the fear of baking the spiders after they explained that they knew what was going to happen to them and that they had no problem sacrificing themselves on account of Muffet. After hours of working in the heat of the small kitchen you finally had many treats, enough to feed most of Snowdin! It was time, with a brave smile on your face and stains on your apron you marched out of the room carting along a trolley of snacks. Muffet awaits, sitting on a small swing made of web, when she sees the cart of pastries her eyes widen in delight.

She muses, “That’s quite a lot just for me deary, and I’m quite flattered. I can’t remember the last time someone’s ever baked for me.” You simply nod your head and push the cart ever so slightly towards Muffet, she smiles and picks up a croissant before biting into it. Quick as ever it’s pulled into her gullet and she’s already reaching for the next snack. You watch utterly perplexed as she makes short work of a pie. She starts off cutting it piece by piece until she abandons that method and opts to grabbing handfuls, her cheeks puff with gooey filling that dribbles onto her lips and her hands are a sticky mess. Your pants are nearing a sticky mess as well, watching her gulp down bite after bite leaves your DETERMINATION rather throbbing. She heaps mouthfuls of food down her gullet, until she snaps her fingers and a pair of spiders pour Muffet a cup of spider cider to wash down all the food in her throat. Lump after lump rises and falls as the spider girl swallows it all away.

Muffet’s web swing begins to groan as she slowly becomes larger. Her belly grows bigger and bigger as the baked goods disappear from the cart, happy sighs, belches and chewing fill the silence as you watch her stuff plate after plate into her mouth until finally, she swallows down the last slice of cake. She sighs with satisfaction and pets her belly with content, you flinch as a button flies from her shirt and hits you smack dab on the forehead. This triggers the rest of the buttons to pop off one by one until her bulging tummy hangs above her pantaloons. She giggles and rubs her stuffed tummy before giving it a loving pat. “Oh Anon, I’m so stuffed. Thank you for your generosity.” She giggles and squeezes her stomach, “If only there was more to stuff me with!” You quickly explain that you used nearly all the reserves she had and that hardly any ingredients remained. She nods and smiles rather lavishly at you. “Seems stuffing me with any more food really is impossible… But…” She simpers at your DETERMINATION, like her belly, it threatens to tear the seams of your pants. “Maybe, with what mighty vigor you have… you can stuff something else…