Wendy

Yammy Cakes (by Master Trainer Shiki)

Just when I thought I was
facing a future without yammy cakes
or women who had chicken tits,
you showed up and brought
me your fantastic yammy cakes
and plopped them on my face.

I had already resigned myself
to women with A or B cups.
Girly melons.

Huddled with skinny women trying
to have them wear
push-up bras.

No yammies to make me smile
No yammies as big as a mile.

No one to make little Shiki
swell; no one to enrich
and nourish my manhood.

But you changed all that with
your bodacious ta-tas
too beautiful to describe.

You reached out for me
in the dark and gently slapped me
with your uber yammy cakes.

Moe and Shiki and Henry - what are we, the three stooges?

Wendy Bendy: Why did you run away? Do not run away from Shiki.

Hello there, and welcome to the wonderful world of Shiki.