The Smell of Baked Goods

But as you began to look around, you begun to notice how scarce the ingredients were. The only thing that laid there was a pack of flour and eggs, everything else you needed wasn't there. You needed a liquid substance to make sure that it all stayed together in the end, but with no milk there was nothing else you could use.

That was until you started to notice a massive wet stained on Peach's apron, it began to leak a clear fluid from out of its tits. Yeah, yeah that could work. As Peach was too distracted, pouring in the contents we needed for the dish, you reached from behind her and grab on to her breasts.

She winced in pleasure just from your touch alone, which was a surprise to say the least because you've never seen Peach become this sensitive over touching her breasts. You begin to massage her breasts, using your hands to gently squeeze out the milk that had been building up inside. As you work, you can feel Peach's body start to relax under your touch. She lets out soft moans of pleasure, her breath quickening.

The more you squeeze, the more milk comes out. It was almost as if she was being milked by hand. As you continued, you could feel her nipples harden even more, almost like they were begging for more. The sensation was both strange and arousing.

In response to seeing her in this state, it also made you get an erection just from hearing her soft moans through your body.

After a few minutes of milking, you managed to collect enough milk to mix into the batter. With a sigh of relief, you let go of Peach's breasts and stepped back, giving her some space. She looked at you with a mixture of surprise and gratitude on her face.

"Thank you..." she mustered. "My breasts were so...full..." You and her both continued to caught your breaths, the host clearing his throat, getting aroused by the situation he just witnessed firsthand. You guys both went your separate ways, you stirring the pot as Peach added the milk to the mixture.

The smell of baked goods filled the air as you continued to work together. The heat from the oven caused your clothes to stick to your skin, making you both sweat slightly. As you reached into the oven to check on the cake, you tried to get rid of your overactive boner; it still hadn't gone away no matter what you thought of, Peach's body pressed against yours was just too arousing to ignore.

Peach noticed your obvious discomfort and looked down at your crotch, her eyes widening in realization. "I-is there something wrong?" she stuttered, blushing lightly. You shake your head quickly, not wanting her to notice what you had in your pants until this was all over. "N-no, everything's fine." She nodded, but couldn't ignore your sudden bulge. So, through the entire time you waited, she continued eyeballing it, slightly biting her lips with each passing moment.

With a loud ding, the cake was ready to be decorated. Upon taking it out of the oven, you felt a hand push you out of the way. In seconds, you woke up to Peach laying on top of you. Her breasts pushed on to your body. As you turned around, you begun to notice that the cake had tripled in size, like magic it went from a cake that could feed two, maybe three people to a cake that could feed a whole village.

"That was close." she said, heavily blushing upon feeling your massive bulge in between her thighs. "It almost got you."

"Yeah..thanks." you replied.