"FINE! FINE! I ADMIT IT! I HAVE BEEN LOOKING AT YOU WRONG! NOW PLEASE STOP!" 

Blue squeezed two more times before letting go. I put my own hands in between my legs and started to rock from side to side. 

She stood up and removed her shirt, and for a moment I saw her perfectly shaped breasts, before she covered them with her apron. Then she thought aloud.

 "Hmmm. On second thought, I don't think so…"

Blue grabbed me again, and squeezed as hard as she could. By my manhood, she held me up in the air and fingered me like I was a stress ball. She walked to the counter. 

I was too disoriented from the constant squeezing to think or plead, all I could do was moan in agony as she reached for various ingredients and mixed them in a bowl 

Then I felt my body drop. I fell in the bowl, on a soft bit of dough. Blue poured more flour on me, then used her hands to knead me in. She battered eggs in and folded them by hand. Before I knew it, I was covered in a ball of dough, with my boss's knuckles digging into my every side. 

She made sure my face was left uncovered, possibly to let me breathe, and possibly so I could see her work. 

"Now, all it needs is a little milk…"

Save her apron, Blue was completely naked. She put one arm under her breasts, and used her other hand to hold the apron. Blue jumped up and down, her breasts following suit. I heard what sounded like a gallon of milk shake from each of them 

My balls were aching, both from their abuse and my constant arousal. Blue let her buxom spill out of the apron and squeezed her enormous breasts together. Milk gushed out her nipples, and poured into the mixing bowl. It coated my battered body. I groaned in frustration.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed.