Summary: Pete and his wife Amy are celebrating their birthdays. Pete eats his wife's cake, and once he's gained weight, Amy makes him /her/ cake.
Featuring: F/M, Oral Vore, Willing, Non-Fatal, Couple Vore, Weight Gain, Belly & Breast Expansion, Digestion & Reformation, Absorption
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Pete and his wife Amy both had their birthdays during the same month. And today, the white cat and German Shepherd were celebrating the special time in a wonderful way. . .

Pete smiled and picked up the first slice of the chocolate fudge cake that his wife had made for him. Leaning back on the sofa, he exclaimed, “I’m sure this is going to be great, honey! Thanks for baking this for me.”

“Aw, of course, honey!” Amy replied, smiling. “I hope you like it—it’s going to look good on you, I’m sure.”

Pete giggled and nodded in agreement. Then, he took the first bite of the cake, stuffing it into his mouth. Chewing it thoroughly, he tasted the flavor, and found Amy had used the perfect mix of sweetness in the batter—it was amazingly delicious! Smiling, he gulped it down, and felt the bite travel down to his stomach.

That’s when it begun. The cake made his gut slightly expand, bulging it out. He ate more, and it grew again. And so, slice by slice and bite by bite, he made his belly grow more and more, bloating it immensely. Until, at least, the entire dessert was completely done. And when that happened, Pete had finally reached absolute perfection.

His stomach had expanded significantly, become a massive ball that bulged out of his midsection, absolutely bursting at the seams. His chest had also gotten a makeover, as both of his pecs had increased in size too. The weight gain cake had worked perfectly, and he looked wonderful.

“Aw, you’re so cute!” Amy exclaimed. She smiled, reaching over and rubbing Pete’s enormous gut. “What a hot belly you have. . . It was great every step of the way, but the final change has got to be the best, of course~!”

Pete laughed. “Thanks, babe! You made a great cake!” Then he realized something, and said, “Oh, I didn’t get to make a cake for you yet, did I? Oops, I wanted to bake one before I ate this. . . Sorry!”

His wife chuckled. “Oh, silly kitty . . . don’t worry. /You/ are my cake~!”

She opened her mouth wide, showing off a beautiful maw: her drool-covered tongue draped over her lips, and her teeth, covered in saliva, were on full display. “You wanna give me a birthday treat to remember, hubby?”

Pete smiled, looking overjoyed. “Oh man, do I ever!”

He stuck his head into her mouth, laying it on top of her hungry tongue. His wife happily licked him up, his tongue slurping up his cheeks and forehead as she tasted him, letting out delighted sighs. “Mmm, you’re so /delicious/!” the German Shepherd exclaimed. “I always love eating you, Pete . . . and you make an exceptionally good birthday treat!”

Pete giggled. “Thanks, babe!”

Amy didn’t reply—she simply pushed his head to the back of hew maw, and sucked him down with a /GULP!/

The feline was pulled into her throat, and found himself surrounded by a cylinder of tight, strong muscle, squeezing around his head. He smiled—he always loved this sensation, and being her got him that much closer to being in her stomach! He could hear it growling below. . .

And he got there quickly—Amy wasn’t wasting anytime. He was slurped up like a spaghetti noodle, ferociously forced downwards and piling up in the German Shepherd’s stomach. And then, with one final swallow, all of Pete was eaten, and soon, he was all curled up in his wife’s gut.

The feline smiled and relaxed, settling into his new home. Outside, Amy let out a satisfied /uuuuuurp/ and exclaimed, “Mmm, you were delicious, dear! What an absolutely stunning birthday cake you made!”

Pete laughed. “Thanks, honey! I can’t wait to be digested by you!”

“I’ll say!” his wife agreed. “Once you’re all broken down, you’re gonna look great on me! Ooo, I think it’s starting now~!”

Her stomach let out a loud, low /groooooowl/, and acids began dripping from the walls. They poured down like rain, rapidly melting him, reducing him to liquid. He turned quickly into chyme, and all too soon, only a little bit of him was left.

Pete smiled as the last of him melted away—this was it. Soon, his head became completely digested, just like the rest of him.

Amy smiled and slapped her gut, listening to her husband’s gooey remains sloshing around. “Mmm, you were so satisfying, honey," she purred. “"And I know you’ll be back soon—/UUUUURP/!”

Pete’s blue acid-proof shorts came flying out of her mouth, making a loud /plop/ when they landed on the floor. Inside her stomach, her husband’s digested remains slowly got absorbed into her body. At the same time, Pete began reforming on the floor, starting with his legs appearing in his shorts, and going up from there.

Amy smiled, watching her husband come back as she got bigger. Her chest increased in size, each breast becoming bigger and bigger, and her hips widened significantly as well. Soon, her boobs and butt area were both huge, and they stopped growing just as Pete fully regenerated.

The white cat smiled and stood up—he had come back with the weight gain the cake had given him, which would make a nice treat for later, Amy was sure. “That was great!” he exclaimed.

“I’ll say,” Amy agreed, pointing to her new body. “You made me look absolutely wonderful! I’m sure we can have some fun with that later. . .But for now, you want to snuggle together and relax?”

“That sounds good,” Pete said, getting on the couch and hugging her. “Happy birthday, Amy.”

“Happy birthday, Pete.”

And so, the two relaxed, and enjoyed each other’s company.