Tries out the cake

With a tightness in her chest, and a wetness in her core, Sara grabs the cake tin and pulls it off.

“Oh my god!!” She exclaims, and John easily sees the beginning of a wet spot in Sara’s jeans.

For inside the cake tin was a triple-layered Bundt cake teetering nearly 18” tall, perfectly baked, and drizzled with a hearty glaze.

But it was the meaty center filling in the six inch gap that captured Sara’s attention. It stood proudly bare, standing an additional 6” out of the cake, thick and veiny and spewing Sara’s favorite glaze.

Sara wasn’t lying. She had a sweet tooth alright, for cake with a proper cum glaze.

“You made this for me?” Sara asked, giving the tower in the middle a gentle tease.

John grinned, “I just figured a big girl like needed some protein to go with the carbs.”

“Oh yes,” Sara gulped, running her finger up and down the tall spire, getting shivers from John at the motion, “I have a lot of exercise to do, and this seems like the perfect way to stock up on fuel…”

“Well,” John encouraged, using his arm to push Sara down, “you better get started.”

With a hungry growl, Sara dived in, biting into the Bundt, making sure to grab a bit of the warm glaze.

“Oooommmmyyyygggooodd! That tastes soo good!” She came at the intense flavors of chocolate and John. Her outfit also started to feel tighter.

“Keep going,” ordered John, “there’s still cake down there, and you don’t get dessert until you finish your meal,”

Sara grinned at John before lowering herself down to John’s knees, resting her straining bosom in his lap. John could feel the heat emanating from her body.

“Of course!” Sara then took a massive bite of the cake, nearly a quarter of the dark chocolate surprise, before suckling on John’s pipe to wash it down.

“I don’t know what I love more?” Sara panted, a major cumming building up once more in her body. “This cake, or your pre?”

God, why was she feeling tight all over? Her tits seemed so swollen, and her ass pressed so hard against her jeans; she could hear threads snapping.

“If you like that,” John smiled, and Sara came again at seeing the meaty spire spew out more delicious white ichor, “imagine what the real deal will do to you?”

“Will you give it to me?” Sara begged, bouncing on her own ass that seemed to be huge, her boobs jiggling with her voice.

“I still see cake down there, hun,” John chided. “Are you a bad girl?”

Sara moaned, before going back to eating and slurping, “NOO! I’m a good girl! I’m a good girl!” Sara cried as her lips popped off your dick once more.

Sara could definitely feel the threads of her ass jeans giving, and her corset was overflowing with her milk bags. Oh everything is soo tight! And soo sensitive.

“Gee Sara,” John noticed rakishly, giving Sara’s jugs a good groping, “you’re not allergic are you? You’re swelling up. Rising like bread.”

“Its these clothes!” Sara moaned, taking another bite of the glazed cake, “they must have shrunk in the wash or something!”

She could hear the holes forming in her jeans, breezes into her thong covered ass as it became exposed to the air.

It didn’t seem to occur to Sara that they fitted just fine a few minutes ago.

“Well, looks like you’re almost done down there.” John chuckled. “Do you like the new toy you’re revealing?”

“Oh very much, John,” Sara gushed with horny approval before going back to sucking him off, “I can’t wait to put this thing inside of me!”

“What did I say about dessert?” John chided sternly, pulling Sara’s head off his meat.

“After I finished my dinner,” Sara pouted with her plump, pillowy lips. They formed a perfect seal around his member, he thought. “Sorry John. I’m a such a bad girl.”

“Last bite, then I’ll properly punish you!”

Sara shivered at the thought, her nipples tightened in suspense. Her clothes also felt like she couldn’t eat one more bite, “Please don’t John, I’ll be good!”

“Prove it!” He commanded.

Sara eyes the last piece of glazed cake. It was soo good, but soo addicting. “Will you make more for me?” She asked.

“Of course sweetling,”John promised, cupping her cheek. Sara leaned into it. “I’ll make as much cake as you desire. You are a growing girl, after all!”

“I know, these clothes are about to explode!” The pressure all around her reminded her.

“They’ll just get in the way anyway!” John dismissed.

“Yeah!” Sara admitted, before in one gulp, swallowing the last bit of cum-glazed chocolate cake.

A pregnant pause seemed to last forever, only to ended by…

“OOOOOMMMMYYGAAWWWWDD!” Sara came, as her body seemed to expand in every fun direction.

Her boobs rose like bread, reaching for escape from her corset, while digging inside to destroy the offending garment to get to John’s hands.

Her thighs were developed layers and layers of feminine flesh, no bumps or cracks, only smooth, soft, vivacious curves to wrap properly around John’s waist.

And her ass seem to plugged into a water pump, swelling like a water balloon into a two massive balloons of her own, ready to swallow John’s massive cock.

“Too much pressure!!!” Sara cried out as she came again.

“Clothes going to…

BOOOOOOMMMM!!!!

Her corset’s spine locks all snapped away, her bustier finally giving way to a goddess’s tits. Her jeans exploded into numerous fragments, fully exposing Sara’s ass and pussy to John.

“Looks like my latest recipe had a little too much yeast!” Quipped John as Sara came down from her orgasm.

But she looked so perfect. The hourglass was perfect.

It was time…