(That's horrible! Who would be that terrible of a person they have to dedicate THAT much time to being nothing but hateful???)

O'course, nothing is free (but me!) in this FINE establishment.~

You'd better have your payment in baked into a treat... Or just in logs and bricks of the gunk.~

Oh, and don't mind her uniform... Or, if you do, RUIN it.~♡♡♡

"Unbelievable... Well... If you liked them THAT much... I guess you can help me bake some more to make up for what you ate!~"

"A-A COUPLE?! A COUPLE WHOLE PIES?!"

Oh no... How was she supposed to tell him he ate his own adoptive father's nutslop...

She thought she had them high enough on the shelf for sure!!

"S-Say... Y-You haven't been eating MY personal pies, have you?"

"B-Because, well... Baby, those don't contain MY cream... I-I do and take a lot of... V-Volunteer work, you see!"

"My child! Oh no, uh, this wasn't meant for you! I-I always make your pies different, special! You see?!"

"Special" is right... The pies she makes for the femboy are rather... Well mixed, between a good few "creams."~

Come to think of it... She HAS been lactating again lately...

"Ahh?~ Well if you're so determined to prove your authority..."

She backed even further against the devilish mistress, her fuzzy, slick holes drooling with eagerness.~

"...You're going to have to break me down to nothing.~♡"