This was a pic I got from the amazing https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ll-ss/ for my Birthday! I was born on Groundhogs Day but never actually gotten anything for it till now lol, make sure to give the og artist some love for this peice!

Now, for the story!

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It was odd when Quinn woke up and saw a whole cake on the kitchen counter; he never bought it, and he was sure no one else had either. Taking a look over it, he saw it was a chocolate cake with “Happy Birthday” in Vanilla icing. It was looking quite good.

“Maybe a slice will not hurt,” he said, getting a plate and cutting himself a slice, sitting down on a chair, and he took a bite.

His mouth exploded in flavour, and he almost moaned at how good it was, soon finishing the whole slice in under a minute. “That was great! I think I will get another one! Or two!”

Going straight back to the kitchen, he did not notice that the walls were becoming dirt walls or that it was getting sparser and roomier. Only focused on getting more of the cake.

Taking 2 slices, he decided to just stay standing and eat them, his house changing more and more until it looked more like a barn that he turned into a home.

The biggest was the gurgling sound that was happening, as for every bite, his backside began to widen out, stretching his pants to the limit. He never noticed, just continued eating away at the cake.

“Sooooo gooooood!” he smiled, teeth becoming buck teeth ones as his hair grew out, face pulling out more to be a longer muzzle. “I just can not stop!”

With that, he took the whole platter and sat down on his couch, taking his fork and digging in. Each bite made the changes happen faster; his tail shrank away to almost nothing, ears rounded out, but most of all was the sudden growth of breasts and his manhood shrinking away.

Most of all was his backside, each bite making it grow bigger and bigger, hips, butt, and thighs so large that one could swear they could hear their pants scream in protest.

But soon it was all over, taking the last few bites, Quinzel lay into her chair with a sigh, “That was such a good cake.”

Quinzel forgot ever being a thin Bengal cat man; she was always a big-bottomed groundhog woman who had a very intense taste for sweets, speaking of.

“I could really go for some icecream” she hopped up and opened the door above, and climbed out, or well, tried, but her bottom got stuck on the hole.

“O)h come on, not again!” She pushed, legs swinging uselessly in the air and looked down with a blush, “Seems I had too much cake again, now I am all caked up!”