Mr Come-come Creampie took his hand away at last, but the pie clung perfectly to poor terrified Digby's face. His body wouldn't move, and so the chubby fae was forced to lick the rancid dessert around his lips before he could breathe properly. But as soon as his mouth was clear- SMUSH! A gooey black forest gateaux fills his mouth, smeers up his face, and leaves a large dollup of cakey dessert atop his forehead, just beneath his cherry hat. Fortunately, some of the dessert around one of Digby's eyes clears enough for him to look out with pitiful, pleading eyes. With just enough time to see Mr Creampie grabbing a plate of small pastries from the table. The customers watch excited, almost lusting after the fae's humiliation.
"Can you taste it yet Piggy? Has the cream turned?". Digby tries to spit out a mouthful of gateaux to answer. "Hold that thought..." But before he has a chance, Mr Creampie stuffs a cream horn into the fae's mouth. Then another. Then finally crams a large jam and cream doughnut in the centre. It's too much to chew, and too much to spit out. Poor Digby had been gagged by the foul dessert. The boss picked up 2 little custard tarts and made a show of not knowing where to put them. Then, Aha! He squashes the tarts individually over each of Digby's eyes, leaving an impression of crusty eyes over a cakey, creamy face. The customers roared with approval and mocking laughter.
Digby had had enough, and was about to move when a stoke against his skirt made him freeze. The crowd giggled with anticipation.
"Well, looks like Piggy's had his fill folks! So the lesson will have to end there!" Thank the gods, Piggy thought, and momentarily relaxed, visibly sinking in relief. "Not so fat Piggy. Don't forget your homework!" From beneath Digby's frilly skirt, in one quick motion, Mr Creampie stretches out the front of Digby's bright pink panties, and after a single beat- PLOP! Plop plop plop! Digby's little willy takes a sudden and continuous pummeling from the slow downfall of a large raspberry trifle, filling his panties to the brim. The shock and humiliation automatically made Digby attempt to push his boss away. This had gone too far. It was time for Digby to take his chances and leave. But he couldn't. Something stopped his arms from moving forward. Handcuffs? What?! When did he? Before Digby could question it any further, his panties slapped back into place on the front, and quickly pulled out at the back. PLOP! Nice and quick this time. The back of Digby's panties were filled with a thick chocolate and peanut butter trifle, which stuffed nicely between his ass cheeks. The customers loved this as it made the lowly fae look like he shat himself.
It was all getting too much for Digby. He let out a muffled whimper, which seemed to only rouse the crowd more.
"Alright Lardo, lessons over, but I'm afraid after the stunt you pulled today, I'm gonna have to suspend you!" And with a single hand, the half giant Mr Come-come Creampie lifted Digby by the back of his panties and held him up into the air for everyone to see. The crowd cheered and applauded the demonstration of culinary justice. The boss, after he was done showing off, hooked Digby's wedgied panties onto a high hook overlooking the table of his poor victims. "Now you suspend up there and think about what you did!"
Mr Creampie turns back to address the customers, apologisises for the pig's behaviour, offers fresh dessert on the house, and quickly returns to his duties. Digby Diggins-Dance suspends by his trifle filled panties, hands tied, mouth gagged, head and body, creamed and crusted. Mockery hissed and flung at him from all around. The table in front fiendishly conspiring juvenile ways to get the pig in more trouble. Poor Digby could do nothing but hang there and wallow in shame and self pity.
At this point something quite unfortuante happened to Digby. As the cream and crumble slowly sank around sensitive areas, Digby began to feel different. Tingly. Still desperately humiliated and ashamed, but now something else was developing. Uh oh.