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“Not again!” Frank groaned with frustration as he peered into the oven and saw a smoking cake pan of batter that never settled properly. He let out a deep sigh as he slipped on his oven mitts and removed the failed cake from the oven which he tossed into the trash with the rest of his failures. Normally his wife would be the one to bake his daughter’s birthday cake but since they got divorced and she moved half way across the country he had to step in to make Sophie’s eighteenth birthday party perfect. Which unfortunately for him meant trying to learn how to bake a cake before tomorrow. No longer needing his oven mitts on he slipped them off his hands and threw them down onto the chaotic and messy counter which he leaned on while hanging his head low. Flour, egg shells, sugar, you name it, coated nearly every surface in the kitchen including his old grilling apron which he appropriated for this task.

At his wits end and rapidly running out of time Frank did something he had never done before, something that hurt his ego a good bit but it was worth it for his daughter. He pulled his phone out of his pockets and searched for help online. It didn't take him long to come across a forum board for hapless single fathers to seek out and give help. He tapped the drop down menu where he selected the forum for cooking and did a search for ‘baking cake’. He scrolled through the many, many forum posts looking for one that discussed the basics of baking and after scrolling past dozens of posts about recipes and appliance recommendations he found one with quite a view upvotes on it.

Frank skimmed through the messages, picking up that it was another guy looking for general tips on baking with the comments throwing one off advice his way. Towards the bottom of the first page however someone left a comment with a link to a video titled ‘Become an Expert in Cake Baking in Minutes’. Underneath the linked video was a flood of comments saying how much it helped them and that they’d recommend it for anyone who is completely lost when it comes to baking. “I guess it's worth a shot.” Frank shrugged as he tapped the link which opened up in his YouTube app.

Frank was greeted by a chubby, yet gorgeous woman in her early forties standing in her pink and orange studio kitchen whose voice began playing over his phone's speaker. “Hello and welcome to my video! You can call me TheMuffinTopMaker and today I’ll be teaching you the basics of cake baking. Now, I’m a huge fan of learning by doing so I’ll be walking you through a special cake I came up with just for this video that will teach you almost everything you need to know. And, if you follow along, you’ll even have a delicious treat when we're done.” Her personality was approachable and bubbly, not one that Frank would normally find charming but he found it soothing as he prepared himself to learn. “For this recipe you’ll need the following ingredients.” Frank paused the video as it displayed a rather lengthy list of ingredients. Most of them were already out on the counter from his previous failures but there was some, like sour cream and ground cinnamon, that he had to go grab. “First thing we’re going to do is preheat the oven to 350°F, that way it’s all set for us to put the cake in to bake when we are. After that grab three eight inch cake pans and we’re going to line the bottom of the pans with parchment paper before greasing the sides. I personally use shortening but butter or nonstick spray will also do.”

Frank paused the video. “Seems easy enough.” After preheating the oven to 350°F he grabbed three freshly cleaned cake pans and got to work. It took him a few tries to get the parchment paper to the correct shape but with a bit of trial and error he managed to cut out three eight inch circles for the cake pans. Once the parchment paper was in each pan he grabbed a can of nonstick spray and liberally applied it to the inner sides of the pans. With the pans all ready to go he unpaused the video and tried his best to follow along.

“Next, using the paddle attachment for your stand mixer we’re going to cream the butter and sugar together. Once that’s all in there you’re going to set it to a medium speed and let it run until the mixture is light and fluffy.” Frank followed along, clumsily attaching the paddle attachment to the stand mixer he bought just for making his daughter’s cake before throwing in the ¾ cup of room temperature unsalted butter and dumping in the 1½ cups of granulated sugar. Once it was all in the stand mixers bowl he set the speed to medium and let it run while the video continued to play. “Once that’s done we’re going to first add the sour cream and vanilla and mix until combined. After that we’re going to do the same thing with egg whites but we’re going to split them up into two batches to ensure they blend well with the mixture. While I’m doing this I’m going to, just every now and then, use a rubber spatula to scrape the sides of the bowl to make sure we’re getting everything nice and combined.”

Frank paused the video once again as by this point his mixture of butter and sugar had turned into a light yet fluffy cream. “Okay,” he mumbled under his breath to himself, “next is the sour cream and vanilla…” He scooped the ¾ cup of room temperature sour cream into the bowl followed by 2 teaspoons of vanilla which he let the stand mixer mix in. When it looked like it had all melded together he turned it off, scraped down the sides of the bowl, and let it run for just a few more seconds to really get it all mixed together. “Then go in the egg whites…” He had already separated them and divided them when he was getting out the ingredients and washing some dishes so he grabbed the first bowl of 3 egg whites and dumped them into his mixture. While he waited for the egg whites to blend in with the rest of the mixture he was unaware of some changes happening to his lower body. As he got further along with mixing the cake batter his hips, thighs, and rear were growing more and more plump. “That looks good.” He absentmindedly scratched his ass, noting that his pants felt somewhat uncomfortable, before adding in the second batch of egg whites and letting the stand mixer run and starting the video up again.

“Now this next part is a little confusing so stick with me here.” TheMuffinTopMaker pulled out a medium and a small mixing bowl as she continued to instruct. “In the medium bowl we want to mix our dries into one homogenous powder mixture so we’re going to whisk the flour, baking soda, ground cinnamon, and salt together.” She spoke slowly, listing each ingredient she was using as she dumped them into the mixing bowl. “Once we have that all mixed together we’re going to combine the milk and water in the small mixing bowl.”

Frank followed along, dumping the 2½ cups of flour, 4 teaspoons of baking powder, teaspoon of cinnamon, and ½ teaspoon of salt into a bowl and whisking them together. Next, in a separate bowl, he mixed together the ¾ cup of milk and ¼ cup of water while TheMuffinTopMaker moved onto the next step.

“We’re going to first turn on our mixer and set that to a low speed then we’re going to pour in half of our flour mixture into our batter.” She tipped the bowl of powders over and carefully eyeballed about half of the mixture into the stand mixer bowl. “It doesn’t have to be exact but we also don’t want to add in too much all at once.”

Frank followed along, pouring a bit over half of his flour mixture into the stand mixture. As it mixed together his lower body inflated just enough that if someone was looking at him that they’d notice. “Uh, I’m gonna have to retire these pants pretty soon and buy a bigger pair.” He grumbled, looping his thumbs beneath the waistband as he shimmied the ill-fitting pants back up to his waist which caused his now supple rear to bounce as he tugged.

“Now we’re going to add our milk mixture in and once that’s all combined we’ll add in the rest of our flour mixture and mix until smooth.” She looked down at the mixture before suddenly remembering something. “Oh! And make sure to scrape the side of the bowl as needed so everything gets mixed in together.”

Frank dumped the wet mixture into the stand mixer and watched until it fully disappeared and amalgamated with the batter. “And the rest of the flour…” He flipped the mixing bowl with the flour mixture upside down, causing it to unceremoniously plop and begin mixing in with the rest of the batter. As soon as it hit the batter his hips, thighs, and butt all jumped in size as they, for the last time today, grew in size. Frank, unbeknownst to him, now sported a rather curvaceous pear shaped build with thick thighs, birthing hips that would make a fertility goddess jealous, and a fat ass which all combined stretched his poor pants to the very limit whilst his underwear slipped between his bakeries buns. The rest of the baking part of the video was rather easy as all Frank had to do was divide the batter evenly amongst the three cake pans and bake them for 25 minutes.

“Okay,” TheMuffinTopMaker clapped her hands together as she stood up from placing the three pans into the oven. “While those bake we’re going to go ahead and make the frosting and glaze so it’s all ready to go when the cake is done baking.” The camera panned, keeping TheMuffinTopMaker in view as she walked from the back of her set where the oven was to the front of the set where the main view of her set was. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I only own one stand mixer and we’re going to need it to make our frosting.” What was a short jumpcut for TheMuffinTopMaker was a task that took quite a bit longer for Frank as he hand washed and dried the mixing stands bowl and the paddle attachment. “Now the frosting isn’t too difficult though it is easy to mess up so remember to take things slow as we put it all together.” Frank followed along the video, matching TheMuffinTopMaker’s speed near perfectly as she whipped together the frosting. First they used the stand mixer, set to a medium speed, to beat the 1½ cups of room temperature salted butter and 1½ cups of vegetable shortening until it was nice and smooth. Next they slowly added in 6 cups of powdered sugar, letting it slowly mix together until it was once again smooth. “Next is the vanilla, cinnamon, and milk…” Frank copied TheMuffinTopMaker as she added 1 teaspoon of vanilla, 1 teaspoon of ground cinnamon, and ¼ cup of milk to their frosting mixture. “And lastly, we’re going to slowly add in the remaining 6 cups of powdered sugar and let that mix together until we have a delectable smooth frosting.”

Throughout the entire process of putting the frosting together Frank had, rather rapidly, grown breasts that were each roughly the size of his head. The first jump in size happened as he dumped the first half of the powdered sugar into the bowl and let it mix together. Within only a minute he developed breast buds as his chest first became puffy before tenting his shirt as he gained noticeable and sizeable tits (though he was none the wiser). Being braless they wobbled and shaked as he moved to grab ingredients and dump them into the stand mixer. It wasn’t until the second batch of powdered sugar was added that he gained a considerable boost to his bust. His roughly C or D cup breasts pushed against his shirt as they started growing again, going from tenting the fabric to causing an overhang which threatened to flash the underside of his boobs if he bent over too far. They were like melons, two soft yet firm honeydew melons that, despite their incredible size, had little to no sag to them whatsoever. “Why does my chest scratch all of a sudden?” Frank muttered to himself, scratching just to the side of his swollen nipple on his right boob while the video continued to play.

“Lastly, before we move on to assembling the cake, we need to make the glaze. It’s luckily really simple. We’re just going to take the remaining ingredients and dump them into a bowl which we’ll whisk together until smooth. Easy, right?”

“That sounds really easy actually!” Frank responded, forgetting that it was just him in the house at the moment. He poured the 5 tablespoons of powdered sugar, two tablespoons of light brown sugar, 1 tablespoon of ground cinnamon, and 2 teaspoons of water into a small bowl and got to whisking. With the bowl in one hand, clutched up against his stomach, and the whisk in the other his hourglass shaped body jiggled as he vigorously mixed it all together. As the glaze came together other minor changes occurred over his body. His dark brown hair grew lighter, becoming a soft auburn color akin to the color the glaze and frosting was. But it wasn’t just the color that changed as it also grew longer, going from short to long as it cascaded down his neck, over his shoulders, and eventually coming to a stop as it reached the middle of his back. On the opposite side of his body, hidden underneath a pair of painfully tight pants and boxers, another change occurred. His manhood, both dick and balls, which were squished between his tree trunk sized thighs, slowly shrank as the mixture eventually became one. By the time the glaze was finished her crotch was completely smooth save for the two hills which made up her plump pussy lips.

“That was a lot easier than I expected it to be!” Frankie exclaimed. She brushed a stray strand of her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Did I forget to put my hair up? And,” She craned her head and looked over her shoulder at her own backside to see a tear beginning to form in her pants, which at this point were squeezing her waist and legs due to how small they were for her body. “-when did these become so tight?” She looked over at the oven and saw that she still had about 12 minutes until the cakes were done baking. “I guess I should change. I do have a bit of time to kill.” She bounded her way up to her room, wobbling and jiggling the entire trek there. She stripped out of the ill-fitting clothes though the unbearably tight pants gave her quite a struggle to shimmy over her hips and butt and down her legs. She didn’t even know why she decided to dress so plainly today in the first place, especially when she had so many cute clothes to choose from. The first thing she put on was a cute chef coat, sliding it over her head and buttoning the two rows of buttons. Next, she pulled out a short, black skirt which she pulled up her legs and tucked her shirt into. “Something’s missing… I know!” She skipped over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of black thigh highs. “These will complete the look!” And the last thing she did was tie her hair up into some sloppy sidetails and as she made her way back downstairs to the kitchen the timer began to go off.

“Ooh! Sounds like they’re done!” She took the three cake pans out of the oven and tested each of them with a toothpick, poking it into their centers and checking to make sure it came out clean. She set them aside to cool for a bit and so she could gather everything she had prepped into one space in the kitchen. As she grabbed the bowl of glaze and the bag of frosting she saw her phone sitting on the counter with the video still paused. “I don’t need an amateur to tell me how to assemble a cake.” Frankie closed the video then placed it back down where she had found it as she took what she needed to the section she had cleared off on the counter. “They should be cooled off by now.” One by one she flipped the pans over, tapping the bottoms as the cakes slid free from the pan and onto the wire rack she had set up. The cakes had risen a bit due to cooking so she took a serrated knife and carefully removed their domes, which she set off to the side as food scraps. “God, this smells so good!” She placed the first cake down on a wide plate and spread about a third of the glaze over its top. A bit of the glaze began to spill over the side and using her pinky she wiped it off, which she then proceeded to lick clean. “Oh-ho-hoh! That’s frickin’ good!” Next was a layer of frosting which she piped on and spread over the glaze soaked cake. She repeated that entire process two more times, taking small sample tastings of the frosting and glaze as she corrected for any spillings that may have occurred. With the three cakes stacked on top of one another she simply had to frost the cake however she saw fit. She spread an even layer around its sides, added a swirl of frosting around its base, and finally added a ring of frosting dollops to its top. “I still have quite a bit of this leftover…”

Frankie felt her eyes wander over to the three domes of cake she had sliced off earlier and began salivating. “It’d be a shame to let this go to waste.” Using the cake scraps and almost the rest of the frosting she amalgamed a crude treat together for herself. It wasn’t pretty but seeing as she wasn’t planning on serving it to anyone it didn’t really matter. “Bottoms up!” Frankie picked up her makeshift slice of cake in one hand and took a big bite of it, getting frosting all over the corners of her mouth which she licked up with her tongue. “Hoh-ho!~ Fuck that’s good!~” She couldn’t hold herself back as she continued to shove bite after bite into her mouth. The creamy, cinnamon frosting with the fluffy sponge cake was heavenly. Each bite sent a tingle through her tastebuds and throughout the rest of her body. “Oh yeah…~” As she swallowed each bite her tummy grumbled and groaned as it followed in suit with the rest of her body. Her mostly flat stomach began to pudge outwards, bloating with soft, jiggly fat which sloshed as she squirmed from the delectable tastes she was experiencing. “This tastes so good!~ I can’t-~” She spoke between bites, mouth still full of cake as she moaned in pleasure. She didn’t realize that with her free hand she had begun groping her left teat, occasionally rolling her now erect nipple between her index finger and thumb. As she took the last bite of her leftovers her belly puffed up even more, this time pulling the front of her shirt free from the waistband of her skirt, exposing the beginning of her belly's underside. “That was so good!~” She moaned as she licked the crumbs and frosting from her fingers.

Despite eating what was easily more than a slice of cake her stomach still felt empty. Almost painfully empty. She side eyed the elegantly decorated cake, its layered mass practically taunting her from where it sat. “Fuck! One more slice won’t hurt.” She sliced a section of the cake for herself and held it in her hand. Her will didn’t last long however as she began scarfing down bite after bite of her cake slice. “God, it’s too good!~” Before she knew it she sported a rather chubby tummy and the slice of cake was fully devoured. “Fuck it!” She couldn’t hold herself back anymore. She grabbed fistfuls of the cake and shoved them into her mouth, eliciting muffled moans of euphoric bliss from her as her eyes rolled upwards. With each bite her belly grew bigger and bigger going from chubby to tubby in a matter of minutes. “God~” She choked out, spitting crumbs all over the counter in front of her. She felt hot and bothered and as she gained love handles and the front of her tummy began to sag she could feel herself building up a sweat. Her pits and forehead became damp while the folds in her stomach too went sticky with sweat. “I need to-~ stop~… But it’s too damn tasty!~” Her entire body tingled and as she was using both hands to shove wads of smushed cake into her mouth she found herself grinding her crotch against the corner of the kitchen counter. “Mah-hah~” Frankie was unable to form words as her cheeks were stuffed full of her delectable creation. Her shirt had ridden all the way up to her chest, exposing the underside of her sweat glistened boobs as her hefty, soft mass of a tummy jiggled and sloshed. With both hands she grabbed what remained of her cake and as she eagerly scarfed it down without chewing she felt her body tense up as an orgasm washed over her. “Agh?!~” She slammed her hands down onto the counter to hold herself up but accidentally slammed one of them down onto the bag of frosting, causing it to squirt all over her abdomen as she fell backwards onto the ground. “Ghah!~ Fu-huck!~” She trembled, causing her fat ass, perky tits, and pale belly to jiggle. The sudden force of falling over combined with the full body, cake induced orgasm caused her milky breasts, which had slipped free from her now comically too small chef's coat, to spray milk up into the air. After violently spasming on the ground for over a dozen minutes Frankie stood up on her wobbly feet, panting as she looked over the disaster of a mess her kitchen was in. “Guhhhhh…” She groaned. “I still need to make Sophie’s cake for tomorrow.”

Despite being a hot mess Frankie got to work making her daughter’s favorite cake; a two tiered chocolate and strawberry cake. Frankie mixed together the batter for the two cake layers and threw them in the oven to bake. She was sweating up a storm, not only because she had been running the oven nearly all day long and not only from just having the orgasm of her life. No, it was also because she was having to lug around all this extra weight on her chest, rear, and belly that her clothes, damp with her sweet sweat, clung to her body. Despite this she felt alive when she was baking, shaking her hips as she mixed the frosting and assembled Sophie’s birthday cake. “Voilà! It is complete!” The chocolate frosting covered, strawberry decorated, double layer cake looked so good. Her grumbling tummy could attest to that! But she couldn’t justify making another cake today. “This one looks so good too…~” She shook her head, managing to steel herself from the vixen call the dessert had on her. “No, no. I can’t eat it!” But her eyes wandered back to the cake and a bit of drool dripped free from the corner of her mouth as she let out a pathetic whine. “Mmhhmm… I hope she lets me have a slice tomorrow.”