Rating: R (for nudity) 

Written for the 'Slogan Challenge' 

His hair was spiked with strawberry-flavoured gelatine and he'd rubbed cinnamon butter on his face. His arms were shined with honey, his torso with applesauce. Each leg had been generously drizzled with apricot yoghurt, and he'd saved the chocolate sauce for his rapidly growing cock. Finishing off the ensemble was a swirl of whipped cream on his stomach, and a cherry nestled in his navel. 

Harper smiled and lay back on the top table in the senior staff dining area. He wriggled until he was comfortable and wondered who would be the first person to come looking for a snack.