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Aside from the general sounds of the big city in his ears, Mercer couldn’t hear much else except the sound of his own footsteps as he slowly walked down the sidewalk under the lights of the street lamps. It had been such a busy day, between work and trying to get everything set up for the big day tomorrow. Not his big day though, but for his boyfriend Lucas. He always had put in extra effort into making sure Lucas’ birthday celebrations were something to remember and look forward to, going that extra mile and striving to make sure everything went right. Even though he was trying to do something nice though, it didn’t mean he was getting cut any slack at work. It just meant that he ended up being very busy, just like he was now walking just a block away from where he parked his car to get to the bakery. His eyes plastered to his phone, double checking that the present he ordered was still set to be ready for pickup the next day when he went out in the morning, there was just one last piece of the puzzle left to make sure was right. The cake. You couldn’t have a good birthday without the right cake, and Mercer had found just the perfect place to order from. Run by an older polar bear, he just had some of the best reviews you could imagine, as if the bear worked magic on the pastries and desserts to make them the best you had ever tasted. Even Mercer himself was jealous and hoped that maybe he could get a cake from there come his birthday… But he had to stay focused, the baker was almost closed as he checked the time again on his phone, knowing that it would be bad form to make him stay late when he was the one that was supposed to pick up the cake earlier than he was actually arriving. Just a few more steps and he turned to face the bakery proper, seeing the lights still on and some pastries and cakes still in the window along with his slight reflection. He took a moment to make sure the name was right, looking at his phone and the address for the bakery since he hadn’t actually been in before and placed the order by phone call. Now sure it was the right place, the bulky canine slowly moved to open the door proper, hearing the jingling of the bell attached to the door as he moved to step in. The place was rather spacious for such a small bakery, being easy to step into despite his slightly larger frame. Standing at six foot and two inches, Mercer had on a button down shirt that was rather strained from his hefty pecs just behind it, the sleeve pretty tight around his buff arms along with a pair of slacks. His cobalt blue fur was darker around the sides of his head, a lighter color along most of his body with an even brighter tone on his face and muzzle. He looked a bit scruffy, but that’s just how he was even when well-groomed. He liked to think that’s one reason why Lucas liked him, his rather abrasive look. But as he stepped more into the bakery, the sweet smells of freshly made desserts and sweets assaulting his nostrils, he could see why the store needed to be a bit bigger in stature from the polar bear that was behind the counter. Definitely on the older side with a bit of grey going through his fur, the otherwise-white polar bear was definitely taller than Mercer was at around six foot six inches if he had to guess. Looking a bit more heavyset as one might expect from a baker who enjoys his own creations, he still had a pretty packed frame of muscle, something that was rather impressive for Mercer to see. Even with the apron on, he looked like he had a just belly but still good definition in his pecs and his arms. The canine almost had to stop himself from looking too much as he stepped in closer with a smile and a slight wave toward the bear. “Hey, I’m Mercer, here to pick up a strawberry shortcake? I take it you’re Borus?” He moved in a bit more, going to slowly put out his hand toward the bear with a smile on his face. He was trying to not let how busy he was show as he reached out rather quickly, but couldn’t help but feel like he was rushing things a bit. Though, he had to imagine the bear had experience with dealing with people in a rush, and he was hoping the baker wouldn’t take it the wrong way. With a smile on his muzzle and not showing anything else outwardly but pleasant and welcoming, Borus took that hand and gave it a slow shake with a nod. “That’d be me! Yes, your cake is all ready here. Just give me one moment.” It took this dog so long to come in, and now he’s trying to rush things and get out when keeping him open later than he normally wanted to be… While he was still putting on a decent face, internally the bear was already getting a bit fed up with the situation, just wanted to give Mercer the cake and have him get out. Finishing up the handshake, he was quick to turn around, just reaching for the last box on the counter behind him to pick up and put in front of him. “I’m pretty sure you already paid online, so you should be good to go!” Mercer was none the wiser about how the bear really felt, nodding to that comment and moving to slip his phone into his pocket while picking up the box proper and already turning to head out the door without even checking it. “Thanks again, sorry I’m running so late. It’s been a busy day. Have a good evening!” With that, he was already halfway out the door, the jingling behind him and the slight noise of the running cooling display cases from inside the bakery being replaced with the sounds of the city once again. It wasn’t until he was a few steps away from the bakery that he actually decided he better check to make sure the cake was right, slowly going to try and keep it in one arm while slipping his phone into his pocket before carefully trying to open the lid of the box the cake was put in. But the moment he opened it, he actually stopped in his tracks looking down at it and realizing that this was for sure not the cake that he had ordered… Having ordered a strawberry shortcake, his boyfriend's favorite kind, Mercer was a bit shocked to find that as he opened the box and looked inside he was instantly greeted with more than just the scent of chocolate. The entire cake was covered in it, and while on top it did say happy birthday, it was for sure not a strawberry shortcake as he had originally ordered. Some sort of fudge cake, and Mercer didn’t even skip a beat after he stood there for a moment, a rather angry look on his face as he turned right back around and headed toward the bakery once again. He was already so busy, the last thing he wanted to have to do was deal with the cake being wrong and having to take extra time walking back in and dealing with the baker replacing the cake. It wasn’t like it was a mistake of who he was, and there wasn’t another box sitting on the counter… Why on earth would he be given the wrong cake? Even on the label that was printed out and stuck on the box, he saw his name there and everything. The polar bear must have just put the wrong cake in the wrong box. Hoping it would be a fast fix by the time he got back up to the bakery door, he saw the bear already turning the lock on it and starting to step away. Mercer quickly went toward the door, giving it a few hits with his fist as he yelled through it. “Hey, this isn’t the right cake, you gave me the wrong one!” Turning around slowly, Borus just looked back out to see that same canine standing there looking angry at him. He heard what was said, and immediately knew that the canine had to be wrong. There was no way he could have mixed it up. It was a strawberry shortcake covered with fudge, and it was one of the only cakes that he had made that day. No one else had complained. With a smile on his muzzle, he simply looked back at the door and shook his head no. “That’s the right cake, don’t worry. You’ll love it!” The thumbs up being given to him was not what Mercer wanted to see, now actually getting angry that the bear was so sure of himself and not even paying attention to what was being said. Maybe he didn’t hear right through the door? Another slam of his fist up against the door, Mercer had to hold back a growl as he spoke. “No! I ordered a strawberry shortcake! This is some kind of fudge!” Raising his voice to get through the door, it was getting very hard not to get angry, already showing it on his face. Borus just nodded his head, keeping that smile on the outside but getting very very upset internally. He didn’t have time to deal with someone so stupid and simple-minded by yelling through a door. He knew he provided the right cake, and one that he would like. The dog would simply just have to deal with it. He should have been more specific when ordering if fudge was going to be a problem, not that he was going to actually say that. “It is a strawberry shortcake, don’t worry! It’s good, trust me!” Mercer just couldn’t hold back anymore. He growled and almost barked at the bear, slamming his fist up against the door loudly as he yelled. “What are you, stupid?! Strawberry shortcake doesn’t have fudge! My boyfriend doesn’t even like chocolate! You need to fix this fucking cake, dumbass!” The canine was growling loudly, bearing his fangs a bit and trying to get the bear to turn back around and open the door. Even if it had to wait until tomorrow for him to pick up, he was going to get this cake fixed. Everything had to be perfect for Lucas. And although he did turn back around with the same smile on his face, Borus slowly walked toward the door, not showing his true mood behind that welcoming smile and calm exterior. As he unlocked the door slowly, Borus was already internally screaming and ready to throw everything Mercer just said right back in his face. He wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t a dumbass, and he was a very accomplished baker. The mistake was with the canine, and he would make sure that would be apparent shortly. With the door slowly opened, he beckoned Mercer inside while moving behind the counter again, hearing the bell ring of the canine stepping inside. “Maybe I made a mistake then. I will check in the back to see if there’s a strawberry shortcake ready. As an apology, please try some of these cake samples! I still have one more left that I made fresh today!” Setting out a small plate with several different kinds of cake all with different toothpicks and flags saying what kind they were, Borus was already heading toward the back with that same smile on his face. The way the bear seemed to be taking his outburst was downright bizarre, throwing Mercer completely for a loop as he set the box on the counter and looked down at the cake sampler. “Alright… Fine…” Seeming to calm down a bit, he did just take a second and watched the baker disappear into the back before looking down at the plate of cake samples. The smell coming from them was rather delicious, and he couldn’t help but feel like maybe he should just take one or two. The bear was putting him in a tough situation after all… Reaching down and grabbing one of the toothpicks labeled red velvet, Mercer did slowly lift it into his maw and chew through it. It was definitely a good cake, even if he wasn’t truly enjoying it with the situation he was in. He could hear some noise coming from the back as he picked up another one, a Victorian sponge as he slipped it into his muzzle as well. For some reason, he didn’t even think about the next couple that he picked up and put in his lips, his vision almost getting blurry as he was feeling a bit light-headed suddenly… “Everything… Uh… Ok back there…?” Trying to lean over the counter slightly, feeling more and more dizzy by the second, Mercer looked toward the plate to realize that all of it was gone already, somehow going through the whole sampler even if he could only remember picking up a couple. There were more sounds from the back, but no reply, turning around to look outside and barely able to make out the street past the glass. It looked like the cars were moving faster than usual, some of them even backing up and going backwards. The room was spinning out of control, his eyes starting to close as his head was feeling more and more out of place on his shoulders. No longer really able to focus or see, he slowly slumped down onto his rear, up against that counter and sitting on the floor as he rested back. His eyes shut on their own, his head pounding until everything just drifted away, passing out right there on the bakery floor just as he heard some noises of the bear coming out of the back room. The last thing he heard before everything went black was the baker’s voice, loud and clear. “We’ll see who’s the dumbass…” _ Slowly opening his eyes, Mercer could barely understand his surroundings at first while he came to. Eyelids still fluttering and his mind still not fully awake, he looked this way and that before noticing that he was laying on some sort of very large floor or counter or something. Nothing seemed quite right as his eyes became more stable, looking to his left to see what looked like a giant metal bowl, and to his right to see a container that was holding all sorts of various spatulas and mixing utensils… It even took him a second to realize he was completely naked, his clothes removed as a memory of where he had just started to come back to him. Was he still in the bakery? This did look like a kitchen of sorts, but a massive one at that… Why was he naked? Where did his clothes go? The questions just seemed to keep coming without really having any answers to them, even as he just stood there in his stupor for a moment and not even trying to cover himself or call out for help. What really woke him up out of his strange and mysterious state was the sound of some steps and a rather loud voice from just overtop of him. His eyes went wide as he looked up to see Borus, the baker towering over him massively, a wide grin on his muzzle and stripped naked except for the apron on his chest. In his hands was a tray that he had set down next to the canine on the counter with a clatter before he leaned in closer, making Mercer almost recoil in fear before a large, loud slap startled him. Being pressed out right onto the counter were the polar bear’s balls and cock, and what looked like eight inches of jet black shaft to him was absolutely more massive to Mercer. The same black color on those nuts, it was slowly throbbing and starting to leak with precum as the polar bear spoke. “Now look who’s the stupid one, huh? You couldn’t help yourself eating all that spiked cake while you thought you knew better than me what a good cake is, huh?” As he finished those words, he let out a low chuckle as he looked down at Mercer, his hand reaching for the tray and grabbing what looked like a massive bag of icing with an extruding tip on the end, lifting it up above the canine. “Open wide, fuckface!” It really took until about that moment for Mercer to actually realize what had happened. He did eat the cake, but he didn’t remember eating all of it or trying to… The plate did get emptied… Did the polar bear really drug him using a cake sampler in order to get revenge for his outburst? How did he manage to figure out a way to shrink him down like this? He couldn’t have been taller than a basketball, standing naked on the counter of the baker’s kitchen as he saw him moving that icing bag closer. Of course he wasn’t just going to open his mouth like he was told, he quickly tried to run off to the side while yelling out. “Get the fuck away from me! Let me go! What the fu- Glrk!” His words completely cut off, he felt that tip pushed into his muzzle, keeping it spread open as another hand moved to keep him in place just before the first squeeze of that pastry bag full of icing happened along with plenty of loud and rude comments from the baker. “Shut the fuck up you dumb gluttonous asshole! No one knows cake better than me, and I’m going to show you exactly how that is!” The thick icing pushed out of that bag, not just being pushed out into the canine’s muzzle but forcing its way over his tongue and down his throat. Pressure building instantly, Mercer couldn’t stop the sweet, sugary icing from being pumped right down his throat, feeling it going straight toward his belly as he was being pumped full of it. But it didn’t seem like just any regular icing, almost tingling as it went down as he could already feel his midsection starting to push out heavily. He could feel the weight being packed onto his body, whether from the calories of the icing or just the icing itself starting to pack out his stomach was completely lost on him. Either way, he couldn’t fight it as it kept coming, having to try and swallow it down and breathe through his nose to not pass out while he was being force-fed the thick substance. Noticing just how stunned the canine was as he kept squeezing that bag just right to force more of that icing past the dog’s gullet, Borus just had the widest grin while he kept it up, not missing the chance to spew more hateful words and abuse toward the customer that seemed to happily to do so just moments earlier. “You want a fucking strawberry shortcake the boring, traditional way that you didn’t even fucking specify when you placed the order?! I’ll show you the best god damn cake you’ll ever have and use you as my base! We’ll see how badly you want your special cake then!” Was this really all happening just because of how he reacted? Mercer was in complete shock, but any attempt to try and get away was useless. That nozzle shoved into his mouth was keeping him in place, his legs feeling like they were getting duller and heavier by the second as more and more weight was being put on his form. He was struggling with how much of it was being pumped into him, the tingling sensation as it pushed in getting stronger and almost sending pleasure signals through his body as it took in the frosting. It was getting so potent, he could start to feel his shaft throbbing to life, pressing up against the belly that was spreading out from his midsection and more. Even as he was busy making more of that icing push down into his gullet, Borus had easily found the dexterity to use his other hand to press and rub over his cock on that counter, more precum spurting out of it and splattering onto the work surface just next to the shrunk canine before that hand moved back over toward the tray. Grabbing a bowl that was too tall for Mercer to see what was inside, and thinking he was finally getting some relief as the nozzle of the pastry back was pulled free from his mouth with a bit of that thick icing dripping out onto the tip of his nose, what he didn’t see was what the baker was grabbing out of that bowl itself with his other hand. Realizing he probably should have been paying more attention to the words Borus was saying, it seemed rather obvious that he should have known it was a bowl full of strawberries. Instantly as that pastry bag was set down, Mercer tried to move his face away only to quickly and instantly feel that strawberry being pressed up against his lips. His legs felt too heavy, his hefty body so full and weighty that he could barely move away at all even if he wanted to, just to start feeling the pressure increase before his jaw gave and that strawberry pushed right into his throat. His tongue got a taste of it, for some reason that tingling sensation still growing as it slid into his throat and started to push in with that icing toward his belly. The added weight from that berry was making it even harder to move, his muffled noises of panic being covered up by it pushing down his gullet. And especially being covered up as he suddenly felt another strawberry pushed into him, but not from the same spot at all. He couldn’t believe the sensation as he suddenly felt his ass ring pressed and spread open by the strawberry from the other hand, being shoved up his ass so easily and quickly as it traveled deeper into his already-stuffed body like it was meant to go in. Mercer felt an immense amount of pleasure surging through his system as his cock pulsed and twitched up against the bottom of his belly. His belly was only getting heavier as another strawberry was being pushed up against his lips, forcing into his gullet and pushing down in faster and with more ease this time as already he could feel the next being lined up with his rear entrance. His legs felt even more dull, his belly swelling out more as his muscles felt weaker and it became harder for him to even keep his body weight lifted off the ground. Any attempt to resist at this point was just auditory, muffled yelling mixed with the forced moans from the surging pleasure and the slightest attempts to look away or just slightly move to the side. As hard as his cock was and as good as it felt to be filled with more and more of these berries, he for sure wasn’t enjoying the feeling that he was getting heavier and fatter by the second, limiting his ability to move exponentially by the moment. “No fudge, just strawberry and icing and cake, right genius!?” As the bear said that last comment, Mercer couldn’t help but notice that throbbing shaft twitch even more, sending out a spurt of precum that almost jetted from the length. It was painfully obvious how much Borus was enjoying this, in a sick perverted way getting more sexual pleasure than any normal sex would give him… And Mercer couldn’t help but notice how he was starting to feel the same way, even if he didn’t want to. The pleasurable feeling was only spreading through his limbs more as the icing and berries filled his gut and body, his cock pulsing harder underneath that heavy fat while his body was looking more and more overweight with each passing moment and each added strawberry, with no end in sight. Which there probably wouldn’t have been had Borus had a larger bowl to fit more strawberries into, grabbing the last one and shoving it up Mercer’s pliable hole easily. “Plenty of strawberries, and you look like a fat fuck enough to have eaten all the cake in my bakery! I bet you feel it, that tingling and bubbling…” The polar bear had leaned in close as he said that last part, even moving to press out his tongue and give a lick to the massive gut hanging off the canine’s midsection. He wasn’t wrong, that if Mercer had been a normal height he looked like he weighed at least four hundred pounds or more with how hefty his gut was and how much fat was on his body. Entirely immobile at this point, all he could do was shiver at that lick and hear those words, unable to deny that tingling sensation as the bubbling one was just starting to appear. But as soon as that lick had finished, Borus already had more in mind it seems. Moving just slightly to step back away from the counter a moment, he slid his fat dick off the counter only to move and use a hand to pull Mercer more toward the edge of it. With the plumped up and shrunk dog easy to maneuver, he was in the perfect position to see Borus’ cock looming over him for just a moment before it slammed down on his fat belly and front, a loud gasp from Mercer as he tried to push it away while Borus only let out a loud moan from the sensation. Precum leaking down over his head, there was no way for the dog to get that shaft off of him, quickly starting to feel it grinding up along his body with each powerful throb letting out more precum onto his fattened form. His arms weren’t strong enough anymore, any attempt to push it off most likely would have just given more pleasure to the polar bear as he was becoming quickly distracted by a different sensation that he had to worry about as well. That strong pleasure and tingling was growing, giving way to something new underneath as he involuntarily grunted and huffed. It felt like something was bubbling up inside him, feeling his body shifting a bit as his flesh almost felt like pop rocks were going off inside different spots on his body. The first sight he actually got of what was happening was on his left arm, looking over to see a spot on his shoulder actually starting to push up and out slightly as if it was rising with that bubbly feeling underneath much stronger than in other places. It wasn’t just that his skin was pushing out or his fur was there, it was actively changing. He could still feel it, but was spreading out more, pushing out from his body and taking on a completely different and new form. And one that Mercer could actually tell what it was, or so he thought. While it took a moment to set in, as another new spot on his right side was starting to change and push out more, it quickly dawned on him what exactly he was seeing. “That’s it, you feel it right? You wanted strawberry shortcake, you’re gonna be the fucking strawberry shortcake!” Words only confirming what he feared, Mercer now understood why part of his arm had pushed out and looked like the side of a baked cake, along with the reason why it felt so bubbly inside of his body. He was being turned into cake, that shaft still grinding up against him and pressing the ingredients that were pushed into his body before around and mixing them all up. It must have been something that was in the icing or coating the strawberries before they were pushed in, but there was no way to tell what the actual cause was. Nor was there a reason to actually find out at this point. Pleasure only growing stronger, Mercer could feel his shaft hard as a rock and starting to drool precum that seemed to feel a bit thicker than his normal fluid, length pressed up against the underside of his hanging gut that was starting to push out more in various places as the spotty changes continued across his form. There wasn’t any actual discomfort or pain or anything associated with the changes at all, and quite the opposite was happening. He had to try and stifle his moans and huffs of pleasure, his mind racing as both the pleasure and the panic were raging in his mind and fighting over which would be the one to show. Right now the panic was still winning, but it felt like a losing battle as more of his body was pushing out to the sides and in front of him. Thick bear cock still pulsing and twitching up against his body, Mercer could feel that any sort of movement was starting to become impossible. Not just because of the weight of his swelling fat, but because as more of his arms and legs were blooming out into the thick, decadent cake, he was finding he had less and less control of them. It took only a few moments for his right arm to completely swell out, almost feeling like it was merging with the right side of his belly pushing out even further beyond where his arm could reach and making him feel lopsided. It was a strange feeling, one that had delivered a mixture of exhilarating lust and undeniable panic as he was simultaneously becoming immobile but enjoying the feeling of his body slowly changing into a thick cake that brought nothing but pleasure to him. While his right side was almost completely cake, his front and left were still spotty at best, still seeing some of his own fur and able to feel some of his fattened body that was slowly starting to give way the same as the rest of his flesh was. That fat dick pulsing up against his form was only starting to feel better and better as his front pushed out, feeling his cock almost trapped underneath a heavy layer of cake when that swollen midsection was starting to eclipse it so easily. While he thought there was no way the pleasure could get any stronger, he just hadn’t felt the changes really get to the place on his body that might give him the most pleasure. Unable to stifle a loud, long moan, it was like the pleasure center of his brain was being poked and prodded into action immediately as he felt the same sensation from other parts of his body start on his shaft and sack. Any sort of movement was just slight waddling or wiggling before he settled, finding he was unable to help anything at all but watch and feel as his cock was starting to swell out massively in front of him. That bubbly sensation was extra strong in his length, the throbbing and pulsing starting to disappear as his dick was filling out faster and more heavily than any part of his body, actually able to see his cake belly pushed up a bit and out of the way to make room for his cock tip pushing past it. But it wasn’t just his length, feeling his nuts quickly ballooning out, but in a very different way. Each of those thick orbs were still getting that bubbly sensation as if they were turning into cake, but the seed inside them was quickly getting thicker and heavier with each passing second. Just like his length they pushed his belly up and out of the way, almost completely open to the air as his now massive length and sack were on full display as they changed. And Mercer knew that Borus could tell, seeing just how quickly he moved his cock out from the changing canine’s face and body to look at that shaft and lower his head toward it with a wide grin and a lick around his lips. While that cake cock was still swelling, the baker slowly moved his lips closer. The baker wiggled his nose around, snuffling around Mercer's body that had mostly been converted into a delicious cake. Of course, when you have such a delicious cake in front of you, you can’t help but get a taste of it, right? That’s exactly what Borus does, slowly pushing out his tongue and starting to give some slight licks to the outside of Mercer’s body with a few low huffs as he tastes the sweet cake itself. Even though the slight amount of spit seems to come off of that tongue and soak into Mercer’s body, each time that tongue presses up against him it only fills Mercer with that much more pleasure. Soft grunts and huffs from each lick, there was more happening than just the slight teasing. It was becoming very obvious by the second, each time that tongue moved away feeling a rather deep sensation inside his cake-flesh that was almost like something was pushing through his porous body and toward the outside of it. Whatever was happening, the sensation of something pushing from his insides out was electrifying, and the pleasure only seemed to be advancing the changes more quickly as his body was starting to become more uniform. The grunts and stifled moans were getting louder, harder to hide as the forced pleasure was exponentially growing with each lick. The time it took for the effect of what was happening to actually show felt excruciatingly long to Mercer, even if in reality it was only a few seconds before thick icing starting to ‘sweat’ out of his body where he had been licked, slipping out of his form and lining his cake flesh just like you would expect on a professionally made cake. It wasn’t uneven or spotty, coming in exactly where that tongue had landed and looking perfectly placed on his cake-flesh. The smell of it even stronger, the sugary icing only adding to the scrumptious scent that he could even smell on himself, and knowing the bear was only getting more pleasure derived from the scent. Any sight that he was ever a canine at this point was quickly leaving, body slowly becoming more covered by icing as that tongue slowly lapped over him and the changes were settling in completely. Of course, his shaft was still swelling, sack still filling out with something dense all the while the rest of him was being worked over and his pleasure was rising. The war between panic and distress in his mind was quickly starting to lose to the pleasure, the more and more it grew with each passing second starting to overpower the more rational parts of his mind while the lust was taking the day rather handily by the time that last lick was placed and completing the way all the way around his swollen, transformed body. “Almost there… Oh, you smell so delicious now…” Borus was still teasing, one hand on the counter and no doubt the other somewhere underneath it as he was leaning down, definitely able to hear the noises of his slow and lazy stroking of his own cock and the precum dripping down onto the floor and the bottom of the counter. The licks had stopped, but Borus was still leaned in close and watching the last of that icing come through, almost the entirety of Mercer now looking like a completed cake save for that massive cake cock and sack and the head on top. Even though the words had a menacing tone and drew more panic from Mercer, they almost fell on deaf ears as the most important thing occupying his mind was the immense and electric pleasure surging much stronger in his body now. It was like just existing was pleasure enough, not to mention the breath of the baker splashing over his cake body and the way his shaft was swelling larger and heavier by the second. He could feel his balls so full and leaden, on the verge of exploding at any moment from just how fat they felt… Mercer was trying to fight off that sensation and that need quickly growing inside him, but it was a fight he couldn’t win even if he tried. The pleasure reaching its peak, with a loud moan and his eyes shut, Mercer felt an orgasm wrack his cake body. His length swelled out just a bit more, finally completing into a thick cake cock while his balls stayed the same size suddenly, just for icing to start slowly pushing out of his length and falling down onto the counter. But it wasn’t allowed to make a mess for long, Borus quickly moving his muzzle and opening his lips, sticking his tongue out to catch that falling icing onto his tongue in a lewd display before he quickly slurped the tip of that length into his muzzle. Talking with his mouth full, the wicked grin on the bear’s face was still easy to see, even as he had that cake shaft in his mouth. “Mmh.. Yummy, thick…” That tongue slowly licked and lapped over the shaft, slowly slathering some of that icing back onto it as more of it still came out. It was the strongest pleasure that Mercer had ever felt, better than any other time he had someone sucking over his length or giving him any sort of attention down there, and it was shaking him to his core. His panic was subsiding, he was getting lost in the sensation and his worries started to drift and float away. Any reservations of what was happening were beginning to melt, to just fall off of his mind as all of the focus was on the mouth and dexterous tongue pleasuring his cake cock. He could hear the loud gulps taking in that sweet icing, and more of it still coming up his shaft. There was no stopping the orgasm, being pushed on more and more and extended by the pleasure the baker was giving him. That was, until suddenly it kicked up even more. Mercer opened his eyes, feeling something pressing up against his cake body, noticing how Borus was looking even more devilish and seeing his lips closed tight. But it wasn’t just how his lips were pursed, it was how his jaw was so tight, starting to feel something digging into his cake flesh. Where he expected pain, instead he gasped with a shock of pleasure, feeling the teeth sinking just slightly into the soft cake shaft of his and moaning out loudly. There was no denying what was about to happen, Borus was threatening to bite off his cock. Every rational thought was thrown out of the window. His previous words all of a sudden seemed like such a mistake. He didn’t want his cock bitten off, he was enjoying this too much, he had to do something to stop what was happening so he could enjoy the pleasure longer. As Mercer began to beg, his cheeks that had fattened up considerably over the course of his transformation slurred his speech greatly, making him sound cute and eliciting twitches from the baker's cock. “I’M SCHORRY! I’M SCHORRY! DON’T BITE IT O-” But the words fell on deaf ears. No amount of begging was going to stop Borus from doing what he was going to do, and even before the word had finished, sparks flew in front of Mercer’s eyes as that jaw easily clamped shut. In that very instance, he felt the teeth dragging through his cake shaft, quickly slicing through and taking it clean off and away from him. The very moment it did, only pleasure shocked his system, no pain or discomfort, just pure and unbridled pleasure. His loud gasp quickly followed by even louder moans as he could no longer feel the length that was now being chewed inside the bakers mouth and swallowed down was exactly what Borus wanted to hear, slowly moving to stand up straight as he enjoyed the first bite of the cake he had made while openly showing how he stroked at himself. Waiting for Mercer’s moans to clear, he reached with a finger to pick up some of the icing off the changed canine’s side, quickly bringing it to his cock and slathering it with it while he threw his apron off and finished swallowing down the bite of cake while starting to stroke over his icing-covered dick right in front of the confection-dog. “How're you feeling, bitch? Not long to go now, and you're looking mighty tasty. How does it feel being helpless as you're forced to endure pleasure like that against your will?” Borus’ wide grin stayed ever-present as he kept stroking at his shaft, precum spurting out and splattering both onto the counter and dripping down onto the floor as he looked over the still changing cake. Even though most of the changes were settled and the icing in place, there were still just a few small spots, and of course the head on top that was already starting to look like it was melting away. The only response that Mercer could muster to those words was a loud wail of lust, letting out deep moans and huffs as his voice was actually starting to diminish slowly. As if an ice cube sitting in a hot room, he could feel the top of his head starting to almost drip down and away into the cake itself, his muzzle and mouth getting smaller as his eyes were as well. But with each passing moment, he felt more aligned with his new form, more a part of his cake body as the pleasure was unending. Even with his cake shaft having been eaten away already, it was still just a massive source of pleasure pulsing through his system. New thoughts and emotions were bubbling up to the surface in his head, strange desires of being eaten or consumed by the polar bear so lewdly showing off in front of him starting to take over as more and more of his head shrunk and melted down. While his noises slowly came to a stop and he could no longer see, Mercer was still very much a part of the cake and very much alive. All of the changes settling and the transformation finishing, sitting on the counter in front of Borus safe for the one spot he had already bitten from was a perfectly iced strawberry shortcake. He stroked his cock faster, moving to have it loom over top and letting some of his precum dribble down on top of it as the final step in the plan was about to start, the one he had been anticipating since this all began. “As much as I'd love to ruin you with a good fuck, I don't wanna screw up the divine flavor you're offering me right now. So it looks like you're gonna get to live on as my fat!” Even though he had no ears to hear, still the words somehow reached Mercer, as well as the feeling of that cock dripping down onto him as he was completely immobile and in place. Part of him would have shrieked and tried to get away at the fate that he was just revealed to have, but that part of him was long overtaken and usurped by the changes and sensations forced upon him. Instead, the cake couldn’t help but feel eager for what was to come, for more pleasure as he was eaten and consumed by the baker that had made him so well… There was no warning, almost instantly feeling a hand reach down and drag in through his form as the fingers pushed into the icing and into his cake flesh, pulling it apart and lifting it away as searing pleasure shattered what was left of Mercer’s mind in that very instant. There was no way to show the pleasure he was feeling, no outlet to free it, only to endure it as he knew a good chunk of him was already in that muzzle being chewed and swallowed by the polar bear so openly relishing his devouring. And enjoying it he was, Borus savoring the flavor of the strawberry shortcake as he even licked his hand slightly clean a bit before he leaned back down in. As soon as he swallowed that mouthful, he just as quickly opened up his maw and took a large, messy bite out of the cake. Knowing that if the cake had any way of communicating at all he would be hearing nothing but extreme cries of pleasure only made it that much more sweet to Borus, still eagerly stroking his cock as he enjoyed the sweet flavor of not just cake but revenge from his rude customer just before that next bite slipped down his gullet and straight toward his belly. It didn’t matter if it was ruining his dinner or filling him up before he could eat something nutritious, the cake was too delicious and the act so carnal that he scooped more of the cake into his muzzle with another swipe of his hand. Strawberry shortcake might be a wonderful flavor, but to him even this one was a bit boring, dated. The one sitting in the box he had made earlier with fudge would have been much better and interesting, if it weren’t for the fact that the cake in front of him was the dumbass dog getting his comeuppance with each swallow and consecutive bite. Hand moving faster over his shaft, the polar bear was getting close to his peak, feeling his nuts starting to tighten up just at the sight of what little of the cake was left while he reached for what would be the last handful to stuff into his muzzle. Though, this time was different for Mercer. As if the entirety of his being was now trapped in just that last bit of cake on the counter, he could feel it as if he was picked up by that hand and roughly shoved into the baker’s greedy muzzle. He could feel the chewing through him, the tongue tasting at him, the savoring of his flavor and the icing coating those teeth and tongue. Becoming less and less as he was broken up by those teeth, one final bite down completely shattered any ability to keep himself together or hold consciousness, as his awareness just suddenly went blank. Disappearing just as quickly as the last bite was swallowed down, he didn’t even get to know that Borus came almost as hard as he ever had onto the counter the second the last of him was swallowed down. _ But it wasn’t the end. Far from it, it felt like no time had passed before Mercer came to again, and once again in a completely different form. Confused and feeling himself slightly wobbling and jostling as a cum and cake covered hand was pressed up against him, it wasn’t until it pulled away that he could almost make out what had happened before he remembered the words from what was just a moment ago for him. He was able to see slightly, feel cum and cake up against him, the fur growing out from the belly he was now a part of and how it was just finishing digesting down what remained of his cake form. Unable to move, unable to speak or anything else, he was just there, sentient fat on the baker’s gut as he felt a hand slowly drag and pat up against him softly. It brought him pleasure, the same pleasure as being eaten, and the same pleasure that was still surging through him like before. Still with no outlet. “Fuck you were a good cake! Missing something though, boring and old with no new spark. You understand now, don’t you dumbass? You would have been a lot better with some fudge or something extra to give you another dimension, like THE FUCKING CAKE I BAKED FOR YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!” A rough smack accompanied those words, making that gut jostle heavily as the bear’s grin could almost be felt from where he was already. The anger still present, and the knowledge that revenge was still playing out even to this moment was not lost on Mercer now resigned to his fate as fat on the baker’s gut. “But I’m not even fucking done. Someone as fucking stupid as you deserves more than just to be fat on my gut. I’m gonna steal your boyfriend, be a better man to him and make you watch as I enjoy him more than you ever could while you jiggle on my gut. All I gotta do is clean myself up, deliver the cake you should have taken instead of being a fucking brat, and I’m sure I’ll be fucking his brains out by the end of the night. Won’t that be fun?” Already starting to move and get up, the polar bear’s half-hard cock was on full display for Mercer, seeing it slightly twitch and covered in both icing and seed while precum was still dripping from the end. The worst part was Mercer could feel that same pleasure, almost getting the same perverse feeling of arousal from those words and actions, and feeling a sense of pride for having been the baker’s victim… And it only made the pleasure stronger. Another heavy slap to that gut, making Mercer and that belly wobble a bit more before Borus moved to grab a towel and start wiping himself up a bit. It only took a moment for him to get himself clean, moving to grab his clothes and leaving a mess in the bakery as he shut the lights off and headed out toward the front. Still sitting there was the same box that Mercer had complained about, his vision being obscured by the shirt going over top of him before he heard the box grabbed and the bell of the door sound before it was locked behind the bear. “Now where the fuck do you live…? Ah, right here on the label. Time to go home and fuck your boyfriend, belly fat.”