I meant to upload this one way back around Valentine's Day but never got around to it, so just sneaking it in now to cover a bit of a gap.

It was Valentine's at the store. Every year, the chocolate fountain was erected in the food court. Couples on dates would eat in view of its beauty, admiring the sensual sophistication of the feminine animatronic built into it, as it perpetually refilled the cascading liquid chocolate with a jet from its lips. Delighted shoppers would refill their mugs beneath the trickling tiers of the fountain, or could slip a coin into the statue's slot, and, to their delight, the animatronic would swivel its head, angling its jet to fill their mugs with rich, creamy, body-temperature cocoa.

In the evening, the statue's pipes would be flushed out and the chocolate replaced with champagne that streamed and bubbled down over the statue's ceramic breasts, cascading into the glasses of the romantic revelers. It was a delightful novelty that added a sprinkle of magic to any date.

The role demanded a special class of performer. Even more than the usual physical rigors placed on the store's 'dolls', it needed the constitution to stand stock still for long periods of time, and a total lack of both shame and a gag reflex.

It was the early hours, just prior to store opening. Brian crouched on all fours beside the fountain with Michelle, the morning shift manager, behind him. She had one eye on the front doors, scheduled to open in five minutes, and the other eye on a screen displaying a live endoscopic video feed. It showed a pink, dripping tunnel.

"I can't believe this is what you class as a promotion," Brian groaned breathlessly. "What's taking so long? Did you take a wrong turn at my spleen?"

Michelle squinted at the video feed, delicately twisting the thick rubber tube in her hands and pushing another inch in through the opening in the rear of the ceramic doll suit, eliciting another low grunt. "Hey, the money is good. You won't be complaining when you empty out your slot in the evening and find a few thousand dollars." She frowned at the endoscopic feed as she worked. "This'd normally be Mike's position if he wasn't off sick. Enteritis, if you'd believe it. I could navigate that man's colon blindfolded. Can install in ten minutes. You're a lot tighter than he is. You should relax more."

"Relax? There'll be several hundred people coming through that door in four minutes!" Brian groaned as his manager slid another three inches of lubricated piping inside.

"Try to think about something else... Any plans for Valentine's Day? Beyond this, I mean."

Brian twisted his head, squinting back at her through the eyeholes in the doll mask. "Is that your attempt to distract me, or are you asking me out."

She smiled enigmatically. "Maybe a bit of both."

"You pick a weird time to flirt," he laughed incredulously. "If you promise to unhook me from this at the end of the shift, sure, you got a date. Ughhn. How far are you now?"

"Too far for you to change your mind," she replied. "Your duodenum, I think. Ah! I see the stomach!" she exclaimed excitedly. She gave the tube a firm push. "Stomach done! Up the esophageal sphincter... aaaand..."

Brian felt a strange, invasive sensation as the tube's blunt nozzle slipped between his vocal cords, wormed its way up the back of his throat, and came to rest on the back of his tongue.

"Gis geels geird," he mumbled around the thing filling his mouth.

"It's a twelve-hour shift. Plenty of time to get used to it," she replied, carefully reaching between his teeth and gripping the tube, teasing the end out until the nozzle peaked out between his lips. She wiped it down with a cloth. Taking the ass-end of the tube, she hooked it up to the outlet built into the base of the chocolate fountain and switched on the pump.

Liquid chocolate began to flow sluggishly up the tube and vanished into the back of the suit. Brian felt a gooey, not entirely unpleasant warmth begin to gurgle up his abdomen in wide loops. A blast of cocoa-scented air filled his sinuses a moment before the liquid arrived. Michelle gripped his chin, angling his head towards the fountain a moment before a foaming jet of warm chocolate spurted from his lips, arcing up onto the upper tier.

Brian took his seat beside the fountain, adopting a pose that would be the least uncomfortable to maintain over an extended period. Thankfully the sturdiness of the suit and its padded interior hugging every part of him provided enough support to make it tolerable. Threaded through with the warm, pulsing tube, he really didn't feel like moving much anyway.

"Ghis gis gygeinic, gight?" he gurgled around the tube.

"Oh, sure. Everything all sealed. It's not like it comes in contact with your insides or anything. But if you do see someone who looks like a health inspector, squirt him in the eyes and run like hell."