Title:           Piece Of Cake Ch. 2 [Transformation, Fat, Trap?]
Author:          StallionStoryGuy
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/0HDspN79
First Edit:      Friday 24th of April 2015 04:35:40 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 5th of May 2015 12:59:22 AM CDT

Your mouth reacts faster than your head, a higher pitched voice responding to Pinkie Pie, instead of your own.
"Yes, Pinkie! I'm okay."
Only as the words leave your mouth do you recoil in shock, clasping your new muzzle with a... A thickly padded hoof.
-Is that really my voice?-
~Yes... Who knows how long you'll have to listen to it.~
"I just slipped."
The other end is silent, the door handle jiggles slightly, before Pinkie responds again.
"Mrs. Cake? Why's Nonie's door locked?"
A mixture of stress and the heat of your added weight draw sweat from your brow as your formulate a plan. You take a step toward the door, lifting two hooves and setting them down gently on the groaning floor.
"I must've bumped the lock... Heh. Sorry! I'll be out in a moment."
If she stepped downstairs... One look at the real Cup Cake and they'd know something was up.
Panic strikes as you realize what is about to happen.
"Pinkie? You still there?"
The other end is silent.
One step after another and you had devised a method to make use of your quadrupedal stance.
Two legs at a time, one front, one back. Wasn't too hard.
But what really struck you about your altered body... A sense of strength. It wasn't easy to move like this but it wasn't difficult, either. Under the wobbly exterior you could feel Cup Cake's muscle, toned by the weight of her own body.
Approaching the knob, you inspect it briefly, and lay a hoof over the brass knob pushing in and twisting. The flesh in the center of your hoof grips the rounded metal, allowing the knob to turn.
You take a deep breath, feeling dizzy, as the door creaks open.
"Hia!"
You'd jump if your body wasn't so heavy.
Pinkie is smiling sincerely from the other side of the door.
"Nonnie's downstairs, he said he said he needs some clothes."
Gears turn in your brain at the phrase 'Nonnie's downstairs.'
She must have touched it, too, to get her sample in it.
Oh god...
"Oh really? W-why does he need them? Isn't he already wearing them?"
Pinkie glances back down the steps for dramatic effect before putting a hoof to her cheek and whispering "He said he forgot them!"
"Oh, well, just let me handle this, Pinkie."
"Sure thing, Mrs. Cake!"
"Thanks sweetie!"
Okay down to business!
You wobble over to Anon's table, using a hoof to slide the drawer out, pulling out a an extra pair of underwear, dress suit, and pants with your mouth.
Wait...
This is your dresser.
You take a gulp, thinking back to a moment ago.
You said 'Thanks sweetie'
You shake your head a little, disoriented upon the realization.
Would it really start to affect your mind? Are you thinking like her?
A glance over reveals the torn remnants of your clothes on the bed.
She probably didn't ask because your huge rear was blocking her view.
What's more surprising... Cup Cake didn't squeal.
Surely she had to have been affected to send Pinkie up like this.
You could only hope she won't hold this against you.
That could have gone much worse...
You waddle over to the bed, clothes draped over your back, and pull the sheets over the tatters of clothing to conceal them.
...
The trip down the stairs is precarious to say the least.
Your first steps brought your blue wobbling mass of a body down, front end first.
Perhaps it would have been easier to go down ass first.
Although the thought of your throbbing erection poking out between your thick thighs, in full view of anyone below, made you take a different route.
Your belly grazes each step, leaning out to apply unwelcome force on your front hooves.
How does she get anywhere in a body like this?
Stairs creak, groan, and bow the whole way down until finally your hooves meet solid ground.
You level out on solid ground, glancing around the corner.
Carrot Cake isn't around.
You tromp past the front counter, gawking at the displays filled with treats.
Your vacuous gut rumbles in response prompting you to snag a cupcake as you trot past.
You shovel it into your mouth before continuing on, into the kitchen, it barely manages to sate your appetite.
"Anon? Are you around?"
Your voice is still weirding you out.
"Yes! In here." Your voice respond from behind the door of a pantry.
You don't sound too upset from what you can glean through the door.
It all comes out in one terrified stammer.
"Cake! It's okay! I can totally fix this! I swear to- Celestia, this was never supposed to happen!"
"Anon, please, it's okay. I admit this is partially my fault... I'm not as limber as I used to be. I must have bumped it at one point or another while looking over your apparatus."
"Why aren't you..."
"Angry?"
"Yeah."
"Well I guess I'm a little impressed that you managed to accrue all the necessary components for a full transformation potion under my nose."
"You're not the only one who took an interest into Zebra arts"
Your own voice sounds much different when someone else is using it.
"I had no idea you were interested in this kind of stuff."
"And I thought we were clear on my terms of no dangerous potions."
"I'm really sorry. I'm going to fix this. Should... Should we tell the others what's happened?"
"Celestia no."
"What?"
"Let's keep this between us as long as it needs to be."
"Why?!"
"Anonymous, Please! It's not everyday you get an opportunity to explore somepony else like this. Afterall, those copies of Playpony under your bed tell me you might not be entirely against it. I'll get to explore a much more nimble one, for a while."
Shit, she went snooping around your room? They were mostly pictures of thicker mares. She knows you like it.
"So... You have my body now."
"Yes, I'm hoping we could cook up another potion in a little less than a week. Although something seems out of place on it. Was this what you were intending to do with it in the first place?"
Is she talking about... She is.
"I- uh. Yes." You stammer. "Should I just leave the clothes outside the door or hand them-"
"No sense in decency anymore, sweetie. I'm sure we both have an eyeful of each other."
The door clicks and creaks open to the dark space, you reluctantly move to squeeze your girthy body through the tight doorway.
Your eyes adjust to the dim light as your old body reaches around to close the door next to you.
You look back up to see your old, nearly naked body, dressed in an apron, throbbing length prodding the fabric between her crotch.
A damp spot in the middle marks her arousal as fluid rapidly leaks from it.
As your old body makes circles around you, you notice she seems unsteady on two legs. She's gripping the nearby shelf to maintain balance as she inspects your body.
She makes her way around to your oversize blue rear and lifts your fluffy red tail.
Your old hands press themselves into your wobbling, cup cake adorned, ass cheeks to part them to reveal your throbbing equipment to her.
"For Luna's sake- This is going to be harder to fix than I thought!"
"H-how?" You gasp.
"We can swap again. But it won't return this to normal. While I'm not against experimentation... My husband is a little timid when it comes to anything like this."
"What happens when he comes back? What do I do?"
"You can handle him, right sweetie?"
Handle him?! Does she really mean--
She drops to her knees, fingers exploring your taint, and moving down to fondle your swollen testicles.
"Wai- Nhg..."
"What? A mare can't explore some new additions to her own body?"
"We should take a sample. No telling if we might need some down the road."
She grabs two empty jars from the shelf. Leaning back down, her hand wraps itself around your cock.
Oh my god. You had no idea she was like this! She's married!
Her other hand is wrapped around her own length, behind the apron, stroking the both of you off, pointing into separate jars.
Both of her hands are slick with something...
It takes you a moment to figure until you remember the sheer amount of pre she was leaking through her apron.
It's probably her own cock's fluids.
You try to resist but moan as you cum in under a minute, thick ropes of seed shooting into the container between your legs, quickly filling to the half way point. You welcome the satisfying release you were unable to achieve before.
But well, So much for stallion stamina.
Cup Cake follows suit, your old voice groaning as she fills her own jar.
She fastens the lids onto the glass containers and grabs the clothing off of your back.
Your large body is wet with fresh sweat from the whole ordeal.
You need to air out, it's getting hot in here...
"Could you show me how to put these on like you do? I'd really rather we keep this quiet until it can be fixed."
"S- sure. But I'm a little hungry. Anything to eat?"
"Plenty. I'll get you started once I'm dressed."
...