Lost Lands: Baker's Mistress

This is a quick little story about the joy of baking, and why even dead demons are dangerous.

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Jenni looked at the floor. The pantries. The mixers and the spices. Anywhere but the flattened souffle under the attention of Head Baker Luger. The souffle that had deflated like a balloon the moment she pulled it from the oven. The souffle she had spent all morning making. The souffle that Luger had ordered for her evaluation...

Luger tapped the wooden spoon he always carried against his arm, his brows knitting with displeasure. At last, he looked at her, and Jenni failed to meet his glare.

"A waste of flour," Lugar said, the sharp tips of his mustache quivering. "An utter failure!"

"I'm s-sorry Head Baker. But-"

"But? But! Are you to make excuses to me? To me!"

Jenni bit her lip. No. Excuses were no good. Not to a Head Baker of the duchy of Rouchet. Not to one of the men that was expected to appease the hunger of Duke Gula or risk his wrath. A man who worked under a Duke who had purged his lands of the demon's taint from Rouchet to the Wire Woods themselves.

Jenni fiddled with the hem of her apron, eyes downcast, riveted to the plump swell of her breasts against her white uniform, even whiter than usual due to the flour she'd been using. Her dark hair tumbled from under the napkin she'd tied to hold it back. Just another failure for the day.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Head Baker."

Luger let out a harsh breath, squeezing his eyes tight and tapping his forehead with the spoon. "Jenni. Jenni. Jenni. What am I to do with you? How can I have an apprentice who can't even make a simple souffle?"

Jenni's hands tightened on her apron. She sniffed to try and hold back the tears. Oh. Not now. She mustn't cry now. She pinched her lips shut, not daring to speak and give him another excuse to be disappointed with her.

Luger finally shook his head. "Jenni, I'll say this once. A last chance. Tomorrow, I will return, and you will have baked me a Chiffron cake."

"A...a Chiffron!"

"Is there a problem?"

Jenni bit back her shock. "N-no, Head Baker. None. I will... I will have it done."

"Good. Because if you don't, I will be sending you home."

Jenni could only nod, keeping her eyes low and watching his feet turn and leave. Only when the door was shut did she let out a weak breath, slumping against the thick, wooden table.

"Oh..." she moaned, hiding her face in her apron. "I'm doooomed!"

A Chiffron cake. A Chiffron! May as well ask for cheese from the moon! She couldn't even make a souffle. How was she supposed to make a Chiffron? She was going to have her apprenticeship revoked. Be sent home to her parents, who's idea of cooking was boiling a potato until it was soft. She'd end up being forced to marry the butcher's son, Rick. The one who was so stupid he was once hypnotized by some slime girls. She wouldn't be a wife. She'd be a baby sitter!

But what to do? She knew she hadn't the skill. The last few months of labouring under Luger had taught her that. She just... she always got nervous. Impatient. Never quite mixed it for long enough. Baked it for a bit too long. Opened the oven too often to check on it. A minute difference would make or break a decent pastry.

She felt again the tears well up. She...she just wanted to make delicious things. Things that people couldn't help but love. Couldn't stop eating. She just wanted to make people gooey and happy...

Her hands swung up, slapped her cheeks. She sniffed back her tears. No. No, she wasn't going to cry. She was going to do this. She was going to bake the best damn cake Luger had ever eaten. She pinched her soft lips together, tightened her hands into fists of purpose, thrust out her shapely chest. Right! Time to get to work.

She found the cookbook and turned its weathered pages, the cover leather bound in brass. Chiffron. Let's see... A soft cake with a gelatin center, topped with cream. It was baked like a loaf, which meant it was going to need a lot of kneading. Well, that was okay. She could do that. Measuring cups clattered and flour was poured. Milk fell in an ivory stream. An eggbeater was produced and rattled under her touch. Now, the spices.

She went to the spice rack, the small one for students. And yet, she couldn't help but pause, her eyes drawn to the glass case beside them. Where the rack was loaded with a hundred different herbs and spices, sugars and the like, that case only had one.

It was a red bottle, capped with wax and bound in thread like chains. On a label yellowed with age and in sharp script was written Sinner's Sugar.

Jenni stared at that bottle. Stared hard. She'd heard of it, of course. Luger had described it when he'd first taken her on. It was a particular kind of spice, made from the bones of demons, ground up by a master mixer. The essence of sinful flavour. It was said that even Duke Gula would praise a dish made with that.

Jenni had asked Luger why he didn't use it more often.

Luger had simply scowled and said a true chef needed no such tricks. And that some risks were not worth the reward.

Jenni hesitated, torn. But then, some risks had to be taken. She made her decision, opened the glass case, and snatched out the bottle.

She gasped at how warm it was between her fingers. It radiated heat like a pan taken out of the oven. Her spine crawled at the sensation, but she firmed herself of purpose. If she didn't do this, she'd lose her apprenticeship. And she wanted to be a Baker of Rouchet more than anything. To make food that no one could resist. That would sate even a demon of gluttony.

She took off the wax cap, the scent the bloomed from the bottle staggering her at its sweetness. She blinked rapidly, and tilted it into the mixing bowl. Crimson crystals slipped from the lip of the bottle and into the waiting dough. Hastily, like the faster she did it, the less criminal it was, she capped the bottle, put it back in the cabinet, and wiped her hands on her apron.

She returned to the bowl and resumed mixing the batter. Soon enough the shining crystals were swallowed in the dough and the batter had grown thick and sticky.

She took it out of the bowl, feeling how warm the dough was. She slapped it down onto the floured table, rolling that warm, pliant dough in her hands. She had to make the best cake she'd ever baked before. The most wonderful, most delicious, most sinfully delightful pastry anyone had ever eaten.

She smiled as she worked, losing herself in the motions of the kneading. This was always her favorite part. Shaping what would become the pastry. Rolling and molding it. Squeezing it between her fingers. Feeling how soft it was. How pliant. How doughy and gooey and good. She sighed. If only the rest of the process could be so easy. So simple. Just mold the dough and it would be done. Shaping those two plump peaks. Those wide orbs. Those luscious... soft...

"Eep!" Jenni gasped, yanking back her hands as she realized what she had been doing. Sweet gods! She looked at the dough she'd been forming, but an art piece would be more accurate. She'd made a torso, one sporting a pair of swollen, doughy breasts that would rival a holstaur's. A head topped it, worked with crude, blank features aside from a pair of big, soft, kissable lips.

Lips that then proceeded to slowly smile.

"Awww, why'd you stop?" the lips said.

Jenni jerked back a step. "What!" she squeaked.

The doughy figure giggled, and before Jenni's eyes began to grow. Arms slowly sprouted from the torso, tilting it back. Hips that would be the envy of a goblin maid swelled out, and a pair of long, curvy legs grew. Jenni stared, flabbergasted as the dough woman took shape, like a more solid goo girl that Jenni had once seen in the woods. A golem of sugars and flour and gold. Above those lips, a pair of eyes formed. Eyes that glowed with the light like an oven warmed.

The dough woman lifted a hand and slid a finger into her mouth. She gave a slow suck, her finger popping free. "Mmm. Delish. You do know your stuff."

"Oh gods," Jenni whimpered. Her back hit the wall, the spices tinkling, jostled in their racks.

The dough woman giggled, her bouncy breasts jiggling as she pushed herself off of the edge of the table. Her hand brushed the cookbook and she glanced at it, her eyes glowing hot and intent.

"Oooh," she cooed, stroking the page. "A Chiffron! That's a tough one. But doable."

"Wh-what are you?" Jenni gasped.

The dough girl hummed, tapping a finger against her chin, her head tilting back and gazing at the ceiling for inspiration. "Mnnn. Call me... Geegee. Yeah. That sounds about right." She giggled again, and Jenni couldn't help but watch as those plump breasts bounced with glee. "And you must be my creator! Thank you so much for making me, darling."

Jenni squeaked as the golem suddenly pulled her into a hug. Kissed her on the lips. Jenni's face flamed as she tasted something sugary and sweet on those soft lips. Something that drew her tongue out. Stroked the golem's lips. Jenni's lashes fluttered. A moan escaping her.

"Mmm. Like that?" Geegee purred.

Jenni started, broke the kiss with a gasp. "What...what..."

"Forward? Sorry. You did make me after all."

"I was... I was making..."

"A Chiffron? I know. Poor, sweet thing. It's a tough recipe. Isn't it?" Geegee tilted her head, red eyes shining. "Want some help?"

Jenni froze. "H-help?"

"Of course! I am made of dough, after all. I was literally born in the kitchen. A Chiffron is a snap to me." She snapped her fingers demonstrably.

Jenni hesitated. The thing before her was a horror. An abomination. But...but if it could help her...

"I...I don't know."

"Don't you want some help?" the dough woman said, hugging Jenni closer, mashing their breasts together in a way that made Jenni blush and her thighs rub together. "Don't you want a hand?"

Jenni bit her lip. Mulling over the option. Tasting again the golem's sugary kiss. Would it...would it really be so bad? She could always destroy the golem after she finished baking the cake.

"A-alright. I guess I...don't have anything to lose..."

"That's a good girl," Geegee said.

Jenni blushed hotly at that, and when the golem released her she sagged against the wall like all the strength had been drawn out of her.

"Now," Geegee said. "The first thing we're gonna need to make it is the cream for the topping of the cake. And we're going to need the best for that."

"I-it is? But, the recipe..."

"Honey," Geegee said with an amused glance. "I literally am a cake. Trust me on this."

"Um... okay. Well, we have cream in the icebox."

"Ah ah!" tut tutted the golem. "You're not thinking like a chef of Rouchet. You need the best cream. And the best cream can only be gotten one... way..."

Jenni followed the golem's finger down, down, until she was looking at her apron covered breasts. It took Jenni a moment to figure that out, only to gasp, head jerking up in surprise. "Wh-what! But...but I'm not... not..."

Geegee laughed. "Oh you poor innocent thing! All the best chefs in Rouchet use milk from a dairy slut. Surely you didn't think your master hired you for your ability to burn bread? No. He took you in for these!"

Jenni gasped as Geegee's soft hands enveloped her soft breasts. Moaned as the golem massaged the poor apprentice's ample mounds. "Mmm. He needed a pair of good, pliant tits to make all the cream he needs for the best recipes. Doesn't he?"

Jenni whimpered. But...but she had heard things like this. That some chefs did use holstaur milk in their cooking. Did...did Luger really...did he...

"You want to make the best cake ever, don't you?" whispered the golem with the burning red eyes.

"Y-yesssss," Jenni whimpered.

"Then let's make it so."

The golem touched a finger to Jenni's lips. And almost unbidden, they parted. Jenni moaned as the golem slid a finger into her mouth. Whimpered as her lips latched on to that sweet digit.

And began to suck.

"Mmmm," Jenni moaned, her toes tingling with the sweetness of the golem's finger. Like cotton candy loveliness. She shyly licked, her tongue swirling around that sweet digit, tasting the demonic sugar that formed the golem. Feeling it spark and tingle through her like tiny firecrackers.

She felt warm. Warmer. Like an oven preheating to make the finest chocolates. She was panting, flushed. The threads of her apron creaked, and she moaned at the growing pressure in her breasts. She glanced down, and gasped as she saw her chest swell even beyond its already generous portions. Oh gods. Gods! Her clothes were so tight... She had to... had to..."

Her fingers fumbled for the laces, released them. Her apron fell from her shoulders. The buttons of her uniform gave way, the last few popping free as her breasts burst into the open. A pair of soft, glorious mounds, pink nipples stiff and tender. And still that pressure grew.

"Oh good girl," Geegee giggled, guiding Jenni to the counter, Jenni whimpering as she followed, led by the finger she just couldn't stop sucking like a side street slut. "Goooood girl..."

The golem moved behind her, her hips pushing against Jenni's peachy bum, pressing her against the counter. The finger in Jenni's mouth come free with a pop, leaving her lips parted, panting, gaping. Soft hands wrapped around the baker, enveloped her plush breasts, and began to knead her plump, bouncy tits.

"O-oooooh," Jenni moaned, whimpering as those clever, clever fingers sank into her pliant titflesh. Rolling her plum breasts together. Squeezing them. Teasing them. Fingers rubbing her oh so tender nipples.

"That's it," Geegee crooned. "What a good dairy girl. Can you feel all that pent up milk? I know. I know. You just need to release it. Just need to let it gush and flow. Don't' fight it. Just welcome it. Just...let it...flow..."

Jenni whined, a cry of animal need. Her breasts were so heavy. So stuffed. So thick with cream. Her hips rubbed her against the counter, her pussy boiling with lust. Her breasts bouncing. Bouncing. Pressure building. Building...

"Ah. Ah! M-moooooooo!" she moaned as the dam burst. As from her quivering tits milk spurted into the bowl, the metal pinging as jets of her cream hit. "Moooooooore!"

The golem chuckled, moisture running down the inside of Jenni's thighs, soaking her pants and panties as she came. "Mnnn. That's a good dairy slut. That's it. Milk it aaaall out..."

Jenni whimpered, sagging against the counter, bent over it while the golem continued to milk her into the bowl. There was so much. The bowl was overflowing, sloshing onto the counter, mixing with the flour from her earlier attempts at baking.

At last the golem released her. Jenni panted, her arms shaking as she clung to the counter. "Oh no!" Geegee gasped. "Look at this."

"Wh-wha-ah!" Jenni gasped as the golem reached between her thighs, palmed the furnace of her cunt.

"Why, your panties are just soaked! Jenni. Did you cum from being milked?"

"I...I..."

Well, we can't bake like this. We have to take them off."

"I...um..."

Every argument died on her lips. She couldn't think of what to say as the golem stripped off her pants and panties. She was just so warm. So hot. So confused and horny and needy. Her hips twitched as the golem palmed her soft, pliant rear, giving it a good squeeze. "There we are," Geegee cooed. "Isn't that better?"

"I...I dunno..."

"That's okay. You're just the apprentice. You don't need to know. You just have to do absolutely whatever your master says."

"I-I do?"

"Isn't that what an apprentice does?" Geegee said.

Jenni opened her mouth to answer. No. Of course not. An apprentice was supposed to learn. To ask.

But as she looked into the golem's glowing eyes. Saw those soft lips turned up in a smoky smile, the words just... never came. Instead, Jenni shyly nodded her head.

"Good girl. Now, ass on the table. It's time to get the spices."

"S-spices?" Jenni gasped, even as she pushed her rump onto the counter, settling herself there, her naked breasts heaving.

"Yes," Geegee giggled, parting the apprentice's soft thighs, baring her slickened quim, topped with a thatch of black hair. "And the finest spices are those of a woman aroused. Why, the Duke won't eat anything but!"

"Th-the Duke?"

"The Duke Gula can't be wrong, can he?" Geegee said, moving over Jenni, easing her back, the golem's sweet finger gliding up and down Jenni's damp slit. "Now, listen to your mistress. She knows what's best. Doesn't she?"

"M-mistress?" Jenni gasped.

Geegee smirked, leaned in, and planted the most wonderful kiss Jenni had ever know right on her lips.

Fireworks burst behind Jenni's eyes. She moaned, sagging in her seat, submitting to that wonderful touch. Those teasing strokes. Those lips. Those breasts. The wonderful, bouncy, soft dough golem.

"Such a good girl," the golem giggled as Jenni whimpered and moaned, hips twitching as she came again and again. "You were just so easy. So willing. That's it. Cum your silly little brains out. Let's bake your pretty little head. Mold you into a nice, pretty dairy slut. The perfect apprentice. The most wonderful slave. I have so much to teach you, Jenni. And you so want to learn."

"Yes," Jenni gasped, her voice peaking a she came again. "Yes. Yes! Yes mistress! Yes! L-learn! T-teach me! Teach meeeeeeee!"

She squealed in delight as her juices squirted from her slick pussy, splattering across the table. Geegee laughed, stroking her breasts with the hand not strumming the poor baker to molten bliss. "Of course. Gonna teach you how to be a good slut. A good milk cow. Mmm. The juices of a slut are just the finest ingredients. The milk of her tits just the sweetest to be had. Oh, I shouldn't. But then..."

Jenni screamed in ecstasy as Geegee's warm lips capped a nipple. Sucked a breast. The busty baker twitched, feeling her thoughts, her will, her memories ooze from quim and tit. Drained away. Her mind a soft mass of dough to be shaped and warped according to the golem's whims. To her wills.

And she loved it. Adored it. Couldn't stop cumming. Couldn't stop melting. Couldn't stop whimpering and moaning and cumming and cumming and cumming...

At last Geegee eased back, smirking down at the woman laying on the table. Jenni's hips still twitched with the aftershocks of sweetest orgasms. Her plump lips were parted, panting. Weak.

"Mmm," Geegee hummed, sucking her finger clean of Jenni's juices. "Delicious. Only the finest for me. Wouldn't you agree?"

Jenni could only moan in mindless bliss.

Geegee giggled again, stroked Jenni's hair. Squeezed a whorish teat. "That's okay. You don't need to think anymore, pet. Let me just do all the thinking for both of us..."

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Jake considered the new bakery thoughtfully. He wasn't sure why it had opened. His village had never been big enough to warrant a baker. Especially one from Rouchet, at least, according to rumours. That fabled duchy was some distance away.

Still, the other villagers were raving about the bread made there. How sweet and soft and doughy it was. Earlier, he'd passed by a few people who'd eaten a loaf. They'd looked absolutely drunk. Just sitting on a bench, head tilted back, eyes dim and lidded with joy and crumbs on their shirt.

Well... worth a shot. He opened the door, the bell above it jangling musically. The smell of fresh baked bread wafted over him. Sugar and spices mingling in an absolutely orgy for the senses. He gasped, stunned for a moment.

"Well! Hello there."

He blinked, looked across the counter to possibly the curviest woman he'd ever seen. She wore a baker's white uniform, her hair hidden under a muffin-top hat. Her skin was gold as freshly baked bread, her lips as soft as cake, and her eyes the warm glow of an oven. She smiled, leaning against the counter, her immense bust squeezing between her arms.