The Hunger Bakery, Book 2

By Janno Jones

Beware the donuts! Book Two of The Hunger Bakery continues the horror story of Arnie, owner of a small donut shop, who buys some bewitched flour from a mysterious woman. Something is very wrong at Arnie's bakery, because the donuts he makes from the flour give women a ravenous appetite that makes them gain weight. Lots of weight. So much weight they become frighteningly huge. Meanwhile, Arnie is losing weight and energy, but he has a raging erection that never goes away. This erotic horror story has an ending that will make your heart race and chill you to the marrow. This story is different from Janno's usual erotic humor. This is erotic horror, with a twist at the end that will leave you gasping.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Janno Jones
• Release date: Jun 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311990563

Janno Jones

Janno Jones has a healthy imagination and likes to write funny, naughty books. These stories are about adults and for adults. They are not intended for minors. If you're an adult, though, and you like your erotica with some humor mixed in, enjoy! By the way, I'm on YouTube here: https://www.youtube.com/user/jannojones and I'm on Google Plus here: https://plus.google.com/u/0/111486734673758856611/about

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THE HUNGER BAKERY

BOOK 2

By Janno Jones

THE HUNGER BAKERY

Copyright 2014 Janno Jones

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THE HUNGER BAKERY, BOOK 2

The sound coming from the back room of the bakery was truly frightening. It was like a wild animal had gotten loose back there. Arnie heard grunts, roars, metal trays falling to the floor, and moans of ecstasy. He shuddered to think what was going on.

That damn flour, he thought. I should have destroyed it when I had the chance. Now instead of just Julie back there, he had three more women who seemed to be driven insane by the donuts he’d made.

Julie. He remembered that he’d locked Julie in the walk-in refrigerator. It was a cruel thing to do, but it was critical to get her away from the donuts. Now, he heard a sound that struck terror in his heart.

It was the noise of a heavy steel refrigerator door opening. There was the squeak of the hinges, and then the thudding of the heavy door against the wall when it opened, and then the click of the lock when it closed again.

He heard the executive woman say, Are there any more donuts in there?

Then Julie’s voice answered, No. Not the good kind. Not the delicious kind. Just regular junk donuts. Who are you? she said. How did you get back here?

We followed the smell, the executive woman said. Her voice sounded low, guttural. That sweet, delicious, tantalizing smell. We ate them all up. How do we get more?

He has to make them, Julie said. The guy out front. Arnie. The baker.

There was silence, and Arnie knew they would come for him now. He thought about running out the door, but he knew that wouldn’t work.

They