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There was a secret project in Baker's Bakery's back rooms. While the employees roll out the dough and grind espresso, construction buzzed and hammered through the back, making the once calming locale a place of loud excursion.

This continued until one day, when the construction crew left their posts, taking a final set of donuts and coffee and leaving a newly refurbished room at the back end of the old building.

"Gather 'round, cookies," shouts the dulcet voice of Baker, the establishment's proprietor, owner, and operator. "I have an announcement for all of you. Come see the newest addition to our establishment!

Thirteen employees were on duty and here for the unveiling file in the hallway. The smell of stone dust and freshly constructed door at the new entrance mingled with the familiar scents swirling through the store.

"Cleanliness is key, Darlings. If your body is clean enough to eat off of, you're clean enough to work the kitchen. That's why I spent a pretty platinum for this!"

Baker flings the door open, and on the other side is an available and tiled room with half a dozen shower heads and various faucets at different heights. Baker steps inside, clapping his hands together, his blueberry eye sparkling as he laces his fingers. "Yes, indeed. To be sure, this will make us the most lovely staff in Anteronia!"

There's a mix of thoughts among the workers, from muted approval to silent shrugs, but there is one annoying growl among them. It comes from Geneviève, the goblin among the pasty chefs, folding her arms over her chest and frowning. "Doesn't this mean we'll have more shit to clean, like, and the entire fuckin' room?"

Baker chuckles, pressing a finger to his dimple. "Oh, well, you don't have to worry about that, darling. The price of cleanliness is more than fair for the reward."

She narrows her eyes. "Why you talkin' like I don't take baths?"

Baker giggles, patting her head, fuzzing up her pink hair. "My darling Geneviève, it's not mandatory that you use these. They are but an option, a fun option, too. If anyone has any suggestions for their use, I'm all ears. In fact, feel free to take the inaugural shower and christen this new room. Anyone? No? Well… alright, you don't have to yet." Those last few words come out of the Baker with a slight dejection.

The chefs and servers look at each other, shrugging, but Geneviève curls her lips into a smirk.

—

The end of the day comes, and everyone else has gone home. Still, Geneviève hangs up her apron in the locker room, peering over to the newly constructed entrance to the newly built showers.

"Got any plans tonight?" The question comes from one of her coworkers, Libi, a human girl with a drab and inconspicuous appearance.

"Yeah, actually," Geneviève says, snickering. "Might go out clubbin'."

"Oh, that's so you."

The pleasantries aren't much more than that, and with the last of the workers leaving, it is only the goblin in the locker room.

"Showering at work… in an open shower," she says to herself. "How absurd. Doesn't the boss know that it's only askin' for trouble?"

She bites her thumb, wrapping her arm around her waist. "Hehe… sounds kinda fun, not gonna lie. But, might as well get a lay of the land before I get down and dirty."

She slips out of her outfit, letting the pieces of clothing fall where they lay. Soon, the short-stack chef pads her way through the tiled floor, spinning around with her arms held out, sighing in the openness of the baths. "Damn, I feel like I'm at a palace or some shit!" she says, scampering over towards the shower farthest to the back. It has a window that looks out toward the park, where even a shortie like her can peer over and see the pedestrians and other city folk enjoying the evening. She presses her face, and consequently, her tits, up against the glass, letting her warm breath fog up the newly-installed and cleaned window.

"Wow, being here will keep those damned Judicators off my ass," she says. "Hehe… I can really go goblin mode with no problems in here."

"But enough about that!" she chirps, hopping back to face the shower head. Before, she is two separate faucets. One is slightly higher than the other, with an ivory "G" set in the middle. Her eyes sparkle at the out-of-reach delight, wondering what this new beauty could hide. She looks this way and finds a stool she grabs and drags across the floor, letting out her panting goblin breaths as she does. She stops at the suitable space to hop right onto it, stands on her tippy toes, and grabs the faucet. "Luxury showers, here I come!" She cackles, so the naked goblin twists the knob, and the pipes rumble as they come to life.

—-

Baker sits in his office, in his standard chocolate body. He brushes his cotton candy hair and applies his blueberry lipstick while sitting in front of his vanity, dressed in a pink robe.

"Don't you look good enough to eat," he says, placing fingers upon his lips and then upon the glass. "A kiss for you, sweet stuff."

He giggles, then sighs. "If only they appreciated my gift to them…."

"YOW YOW YOW, FUCK SHIT ASS!"

The sudden cries of pain cause the confection construct to fall over, sprawled on the floor. A moment later, he springs to his feet and rushes to the bathroom, towards the sound of pain and suffering. "I'm coming, sweetie! Don't worry!"

—

Geneviève bites into a gingerbread cookie through sharp teeth, snapping off the little man's head and crunching with slow and methodical patience. She sits upon the stool, her skin splotched with hardening white goo, which sticks to her hair and leaves her flesh sensitive and throbbing.

Crumbs tumble out of her lips and down over her tits and hips. "What kind of grubfucker puts a fucking glaze faucet in his employee's showers?"

Baker sits on his knees behind her, brushing out some of the hardened glazes from her hair. He sighs, watching as the crumbs fall to the ground. "I'm oh-so-sorry about that, Darling," he coos. "How is the cookie? Is it nice? Do you need some milk to go with it?"

She shoves the remainder of the gingerbread man into her mouth, munching quickly and then gulping it down her goblin gullet. "No, I don't want some milk to go with it, and I want some compensation."

Baker lowers his head, his cotton candy hair straying into Geneviève's face. The goblin grumbles and spins around on the stool, narrowing her eyes, hands on the seat as she stares at her boss.

"Say," she says, a sneer upon her face, "Is it true that you used to be a model, boss?"

Baker blushes, his hands moving down to his knees. "Well, that was a lifetime ago, darling, though I do not make it a secret."

"That's okay," Geneviève says, reaching up and grabbing his robe. "I have a few skeletons in my closet too, boss."

"You-you do?" He asks her smile reflecting in his eye.

"Mmm hmmm," she says, tugging him closer and pressing her nose against his own. "That's right, boss, we're like a perfect pair, you and I."

"Hm…, I don't know if I can see that just from that one thing."

She attempts with all her goblin might to shake the candy man but only manages to ruffle up his robes as she snarls at him. "I'm trying to be sexy at you, dammit!"

He looks down at her, running a hand over his hair, one of his shoulders exposed by the jostling of his outfit. "My, my, Geneviève, are you attempting to blackmail me into letting you have the baker's special for free?"

"Is it working?" she asks, her grin wide and toothy."

Baker pulls away, letting his robe fall to the wayside in the goblin's grasp. His chocolate body is perfectly sculpted with glitter sprinkled along his cheeks, chest, and shoulders. There is an accent of pink cotton between his legs to show off the chocolate cock that dangles beneath, but just at eye-level for the stacked goblin girl.

Geneviève smacks her lips. "What a treat, boss."

Baker walks behind her, brushing a finger up her arm and shoulders, standing behind her, massaging her. "We're all treats here, and you're a dirty girl."

"Your fault for not warnin' me," She says, kicking her feet.

"You just need to learn how to shower properly, darling," he whispers, grabbing some soap and lathering up between his hands.

"Hey, I'm a goblin, not a savage!"

"Mm hm?" he coos, moving his hands down along her body, over her arms, around her front, cupping her breasts, pulling her in against his body. He looks down upon her again and kisses her forehead, following that up with a lick to pick up the bit of glaze stuck there.

"Oh fuck…" she says, clutching at the stool. "This is happenin'…."

"A treat for the sweet," he whispers, kissing her cheek. "Now, let's clean you up…."

—

Hot water sprays out from the faucet, creating a steamy environment for the steamy situation. It's warm, but in a good way, unlike the scalding heat of the glaze. It is like a warm hug to Geneviève, a second embrace, counting the one given to her now by her boss.

The water trickles down her body and traces her curves, sending white trails of sugary goodness over her.

Baker giggles, tracing along the underside of her ample bosom, and notes, "Now, you are getting a nice frosting. I've been wondering about giving my staff accents and product to make them particularly sweet. Make you simply scrumptious."

"How are you…" she says, closing her eyes, leaning back into his perfectly sculpted chest, "so good at this…?"

"And here I thought you knew my secrets," Baker says, parting his blueberry lips. "It's because when I was created, I was given the directive to give my mistress pleasure. There were all sorts of things that I could do, but I chose to get into baking to stimulate the taste buds and the nose." He says this, booping her own goblin nose before kissing her cheek. "But there are other ways I know people enjoy, and I've come to understand the fun in their own way, darling.

“B… Boss…"

"Shh…" he traces over her lip, "Call me Baker." He says this, pressing that chocolate digit against her and pulling back, leaving a slight stain where his finger left off.

Geneviève licks her lips, shuddering in the delight of the taste. "Ah... Ah, Buh-Baker, that's your…"

"My special?" He says, sliding a palm down over her stomach. Chocolate mixes with frosting as he moves down, palm resting in front of her womb, fingers curling upwards towards her lips.

The goblin squeals and squirms under his touch as his fingers disappear inside, spreading her out and pushing into her. "Am I doing a good job for you? Am I making up for everything?

Geneviève's eyes roll back, her lips quivering, her body warming up deep into its core. “F… fuck…"

“Is that a request, sweetie?" Baker asks.

"Oh… fuck yes…" she hisses.

He scoops the shortie up, one arm around her chest and the other still between her legs. The taller man then turns toward that window, where all of Anteronia could see if they so chose, and he holds her to watch. Between her legs, his chocolate cock pushes through, rubbing her thighs. Slowly, he lets it slide back and forth, all the while letting her sigh and squirm under his hold.

“Bu…aker…!"

"That's it, darling," the chef says, kissing her ear. "Tell me how you want it. Soft and gentle or…."

"Rail me!" she shouts, reaching up and over herself, gripping his hair, holding handfuls of goopy, clumpy mess. She blinks, squeezing the mash, but doesn't have time to think about it. He presses her up against the window, and her tits squish against the glass. The cold of the night air stings as a completely different sensation to the heat of the shower courses through her.

That chocolate staff presses itself into her already wanting snatch, spreading her lips apart and filling her with that hard, candy-coated cock. It rubs inside her body, pumping away with the jackhammering precision of the mechanical motion that only a constructed body could provide.

Baker has no stamina and no need to catch his breath. All he has is the magical motivation to give the goblin precisely what she wants, whether that be a place to fulfill herself, decent pay, or the happiest of happy endings to a nice, warm shower.

And it is in that warm shower that her thoughts trail off to, despite the bliss she finds herself in.

"Buh… Boss?"

"Re-mem-ber, call me Bake-er!" he says, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips.

"Buh-aa-k… her!" she whines.

"Mmm, good, good, good!"

"H-how!?"

"Yes?" Baker asks as white, pink, and brown liquid rolls down her body. Her form slides down along the glass little by little. Has he pulled out? Has he stopped holding on?"

Sensing the lull in the action, she continues her question. "If you're made of chocolate, then… ho-how can you survive in this steamy shower so long?"

"Oh," was his only response.

"Oh?"

Suddenly, his hold breaks off her, and she falls onto the floor on her butt. A lump splats onto her head, mushing down her hair. She spins around, watching with wide eyes as her boss's bright and beautiful eyes slowly dissolve into a blue mass. His arms are lumpy remains that drip and slough, but despite this horrific sight, she still smiles.

"I guess I didn't quite think that through, darling," he admits as his lips plop off and swirl down the drain.

—

The plumber shakes his head as he pulls the drain snake out from the drain, watching as clumps of candy and chocolate cling to the tool. "The hell ya'll doin' over here?" he asks, shaking his head. "Well, that'll do it, I s'pose. Now, it's time to discuss some payment, I reckon.

Baker looks to Geneviève, and Geneviève looks to Baker.

"You may not want to know," admits the chocolate femboy. "Though, about payment, I'm sure we can figure something out…."