“Oh…hello darling.” A crumb laden Mrs. Cake chirped, as her husband walked in on her devouring the stock. “I…I’m sorry. But you know how I can get when I’m hungry. I’ll be glad to help restock but…could I have some more, first?”
 
“…” Carrot Cake just stared, blushing furiously as he saw his wife so engorged. She had really been hitting the sweets lately. Why? He wasn’t sure, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. “Y-You can have whatever you want…Honey Bun.” He found himself saying, feeling his sheathe tingle as he rushed into the kitchen for more sweets to feed his beloved and bloated wife.
 
And all was happy in the Cake household.

I totally approve of the idea of Mr. Cake being a fat fetishist. Its also ironic, what with is full name being Carrot Cake. But I guess even that’s fattening…tee hee.

Holy shit my cock just flew out of my pants.

I wouldn’t mind if she fell over me and I got stuck in her ass.

He likes ’em big.

@Khurtz  
That’s depressing.
 
Also
 
“Now… fart.”

And so the Cakes went out of business, Cupcake ate all the stock. After a messy divorce, Mr. Cake sells miniature cupcakes out of a cart on the corner, Mrs. Cake is currently in therapy to deal with her eating disorder. Pinkie Pie adopted the twins.