Two Cakes One Mouth

When I woke up it was still early and fortunately as usual, my fiancé was still asleep. It was his birthday but I had quite the surprise for him, assuming she’d show up. While waiting for her, I downed some breakfast and wheeled out the pop-out cake. It was going to be my surprise for his birthday, but it was still missing a crucial piece. However, the message from my phone says that the last piece had just arrived.

I opened the door to one of his work associates, a young woman named Susan. She was dressed rather promiscuously, fitting for the ‘role’, though. She was invited due to how often she’d try and take him, David, back to her house. She was also rather snide towards me. Neither of us cared for this combination of traits, but we had supposed we had to deal with it. I smiled the same as ever, and she smiled the same as ever, which I always interpreted more as a smirk.

“Hey, how are you!” She said, squealing and being rather loud. Still smiling, I shushed her and jabbed a finger towards the bedroom. We giggled as I brought her inside.

Quietly now, she said, “I’m so glad you invited me. Your boyfriend-- I mean fiancé, excuse me-- is just so great. It’s nice that you’re doing this for him.”

I smiled more sincerely now as I lifted the pop-out cake onto the dining table and opened it up. “Thanks Susan. And your dress is just great too! For the occasion, huh?”

She just snickered and then looked into the pop-out cake. “A little cozy, but I should be able to squeeze on in there.” She started taking off her heels, gently placing them out of sight under the table.

As she climbed in I warned her not to mess up the outside, as it was an actual cake despite the cardboard interior. “And lastly, when it’s time to pop out, just push yourself out the top. The phrase is ‘Happy birthday.’”

She nodded as she shifted herself, fully inside the cake now. “I look delicious don’t I?” She asked with a rather seductive tone.

I smiled and said, “Yeah, I think so. I’m gonna close up, then I’ll be right back with the birthday man.” She smiled back as she settled carefully against the cardboard walls. I closed the cake back carefully, as to not disturb the tasty frosting hiding the woman underneath. Then I headed back to the bedroom with a bit of giddiness. David was still sleeping, so I leaned over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek. He stirred then and barely opened his eyes. I whispered to him, “I’ve got a dessert for breakfast for you.”

He smiled and responded in the same tone, “Oh yeah…?” And licked the tip of my nose.

I stifled a giggle and continued, “Not me today. Something bigger and to digest.”

He was more awake now and started seeming pretty excited. “Something to digest, hmm?”

“Oh yes. Very sweet too.”

“Are you sure it’s not you?”

I laughed a bit and said, “Not today. Maybe someday. It’d be a shame to leave you alone on your birthday.”

He laughed too and finally lifted himself out of bed. “Alright, let’s see what you got for me.” He stepped out and stretched, then gave me a peck on my forehead. I followed him out into the kitchen and he stopped upon seeing the large cake. I grinned as he said, “Wow. It really is pretty big isn’t it?” He started heading towards the cabinet, but I held him back, stifling another giggle. I shushed myself and said quietly, “Oh no, you won’t be using any plates or forks.”

He raised an eyebrow and then chuckled. “Oh, I see. A little bit of birthday fun for you too. Alright. Sure you don’t want any of the cake?” I shook my head while grinning widely as he headed over towards the cake. I followed him to get a better view, but also to help him navigate the cake down his throat. Sitting at the bottom of the table, he opened his mouth wide and waited. I took a few moments to stare at the familiar smooth, pink texture of his mouth, but moved onto the cake.

I gently pushed it forward, just enough for him to start getting a grip on it. It was a shame that I couldn’t see the beginning from the side of the cake, but as soon as he got a solid grip I would be able to watch the rest of the action, plus the aftershow. I kept pushing at the same slow pace until finally the entire cake appeared to just be floating over the edge. But I could tell David was going to work on it as it started to slightly, jerkily move downward, accompanied by wet noises.

I walked around to his side now as he continued downing the cake, imitating a snake. I worried that Susan might jump out at the movements, but she was remaining pretty still in there. So I sat next to him and just watched. The first layer of the cake sunk beneath his flesh, producing a nice bulge. I started to rub it as it fell into his stomach, expanding along. It felt so nice as his belly expanded under my hands. I can only imagine how it must feel for him, his skin stretching to fit.

I looked up as he continued to swallow the cake. He had only just a bit to go, the very top sticking out. I stood up above him, deciding to help him out. His mouth was completely full of cake and I could see now the length of his gut, stretching now nearly to his feet. I grinned as I placed a hand on top of the cake and pushed down. David gagged for a moment, pausing to look at what was going on, but then barely curved the edges of his mouth into a smile. He resumed swallowing as I sped it up ever so slightly. I could start to feel the heat of his body as my hand sunk beneath the threshold of his mouth. With the cake fully in his mouth now, his lips closed around my arm and I felt the cake disappear into him, leaving my hand pressing on his wonderfully slimy tongue. With a wet pop, I pulled my arm back out.

As that last bit of cake passed down his throat he regained the ability to talk and said, “Well. Filling indeed.”

I could see he wanted to release a loud belch but I quickly cut him off. “Ah-ah-ah. To the couch first.” He smiled and shook his head as I pulled him up, struggling to support his much, much heavier weight with my entire body. We walked slowly to the couch where he plopped heavily into the cushions. I sat next to him, my own body not nearly denting the couch like his did. The couch’s sinking gravitated me towards him, forcing me to lean into his massive gut.

He released a satisfied sigh and said, “That really was bigger than you. But I do rather miss your wriggling, my little snack.” At that a wide grin stretched across my face. David smiled too but was confused at first by my expression. Laughing slightly he asked, “What? Some cake on my face?” I shook my head but buried my face into his soft belly. There I shouted, “Happy birthday!”

I pulled my head back quickly to see a very quizzical expression on my fiancé’s face. However his questions were answered pretty soon after that when a large bump hit the top of his stomach. His eyes were wide and then he burst out laughing. He said, “Oh my god? Was it like a stripper cake? That’s great.” He rubbed over his stomach as the person in there got settled, starting to realize where she was. He turned to me and asked, “Did they sign up to be birthday boy food?” I just shook my head as I laughed.

He rubbed over his belly some more as she really became active, fighting against the muscular walls in there. But I knew well that if he didn’t want somebody out, they weren’t coming out. He asked if he could keep them and I nodded. “Her, actually,” I said. He smiled warmly and leaned toward me to give me a kiss on the lips. Then right as we broke, he released a rather wet belch onto my face. I shivered excitedly, then wiped off his saliva with my dry arm.

He tapped his fingers across his belly. Susan’s voice was still pretty audible despite the layers separating her and us, but we would’ve been able to hear coherent things if she ever stopped just screaming and shouting. He asked, “I don’t suppose it’s anyone we know, is it?” This time I only smiled but didn’t respond. He seemed shocked but still smiled. “Oh, you’re naughty aren’t you? Gonna tell me who it is?”

I shook my head again. “It’s a surprise. Or maybe a mystery, hmm?” I giggled at that. “Maybe it’d be easier if your stomach was a little weaker. Could look at the clothes or something.”

He chuckled and said, “Or…” He leaned towards his belly and asked loudly, “Hey, who’s in there?”

I scoffed as she responded, “D-David? I… It’s me, Susan! I don’t… I don’t know what’s going on!”

He turned towards me and shrugged, “What? I don’t feel like solving a murder-mystery this early.” Turning back to his meal, he said, “Oh hey, Susan! Well fortunately for you, I do know exactly what’s going on. You are subbing in for my breakfast and cake this fine morning.” There was a lapse in the rippling across his flesh and then bumps in every direction.

She shouted, “WHAT?! David, you can’t! You can’t mean that…”

“That I ate you? Yeah, sure did.”

“David! I’m not food! Let me out right now!”

“Mmm, gotta disagree there. You were hiding inside a cake, and a cake’s food. Plus, you’re in my belly. My belly doesn’t know the difference.”

She struggled as the belly groaned in agreement. “I-- It was supposed to be a surprise! Not like this…”

I decided to add some input, pressing down on his belly. This forced out a nice burp which I grinned at. “Sorry, Susan! But you did look delicious, as you said. Plus, now you can be inside my fiancé as you’ve wanted.”

The meal became more belligerent and started shouting at me, “You piece of shit! When I get out of here, I’ll have you both put in prison!”

At this, David and I just gave each other a bemused look and started laughing. I said, “It’s been a while since you had a truly unwilling prey, huh?”

He nodded, “I forgot how good it was. They’re always so confident even though I’m sure they’re scared as anything. Though also,” he released another loud, wet belch, “I don’t miss the constant chatter.” With that belch his stomach tightened slightly, outlining more of his food’s shape. I took this as an invitation to lean across his bulging gut, as I knew her struggles would be a lot weaker now.

It was a rare occasion that he had a human meal, but it wasn’t too different from his usual big meals. It was soft like a pillow, but had the great warmth of a body. And just slightly now, there were ripples beneath the surface to massage my chest. I could hear her struggling to say probably more insults, but she wasn’t going to last much longer. I’ve been on the other side of his skin often enough to know that if he isn’t trying to keep the person in there, they’re as good as gone.

I flipped over to face my fiancé and he was smiling ever so slightly. I asked, “Enjoyed your food, hun?”

He responded with a jiggle of his belly, “Oh, you bet. A great way to start of my birthday. Thanks for the meal!” He leaned down to me and kissed me again, the feel of his breath sending shivers down my spine. His belly writhing underneath me didn’t help prevent the feeling either. He saw the look in my eyes and smirked. I was knocked off his gut as he shifted around, leaving me lying flat across his legs. Then he brought his gut down on my chest, knocking most of the wind out of my chest, though I couldn’t help but smile.

He spoke down, “That said, if you’re not careful you might end up with Susan here. After all, she can’t keep me full forever.” He licked his lips seductively and I could feel my body tensing up with excitement. I was pinned down but I still felt my body shake, and then his meal shake on top of me.

I squeaked out, “Please sir, aren’t you already full enough?”

He said ominously, “Not for long.” Then, almost on cue, I saw something come up his throat. He looked down at me and then belched a patch of Susan’s dress onto my face. I pulled it off and stuck it against his stomach, rubbing it tenderly. There was no movement coming from inside besides the normal stomach churning at this point. It rumbled loudly over me, as if inviting me inside. I giggled slightly and said again, “Happy birthday.”