This is a follow-up to an earlier piece I THINK Amara never uploaded. Cannot find the link, anyway.

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Sergeant Star chewed the pastry thoughtfully, feeling its faintly salty cream and indulgent chocolate intertwining sensuously on his tongue. ‘Life changing’, Eclair had called the, well, eclairs. She was right.

Star swallowed, sighing with contentment. As a member of the Royal Guard, he’d had his fair share of baked delights, both purchased and as ‘courtesies’ by the fine members of Canterlot’s merchant class. But the patrol route was definitely going to include Donut Joe’s more often from now on, especially if the stallion kept hiring amply-padded young mares with an inventive idea of proper employee attire. This entire thing felt like a dream.

“Another, officer?” Like an angel from heaven, Eclair was already on-hand with a steaming mug of coffee and another eclair.

Star looked over his sunglasses, taking a moment to admire the serving mare’s curves. This was wonderful, but after three pastries each, they really did need to get back on patrol. His gurgling stomach felt heavy already. Any more and he would probably end up looking like Eclair even if he spent the rest of the day trudging across the cobblestones. “Well miss, I appreciate it but we—”

“Yes please!” interrupted Recruit Baton, snatching the pastry from the plate with such haste that he nearly knocked his helmet from its resting place on the booth’s table. The eclair vanished into the young guardspony’s maw, eliciting a groan of pleasure. Baton’s free hand tugged at the straps of his armor as he ate, loosening it to make room for the latest treat. He ran a hand through his lengthening red mane and sighed happily. “Oh wow, Eclair. What I wouldn’t give to eat these every day.”

Eclair giggled, her amusement doing lovely things to the curves peeking out from behind her straining apron. “I’m glad to hear it.”

“Alright, recruit,” Sergeant Star grumbled, pausing to take a bite of another eclair. Wait, another? When had he…? Eh, no matter. “I think it’s high time we… oof.”

With another grunt, Star managed to squeeze himself out of the booth and rise to unsteady feet. Had he really been sitting down so long? He suddenly felt a bit woozy, not to mention bloated, as a faint tingle spreading across his frame. He swayed and put out a hand, managing to catch the edge of the booth to stabilize himself. “Uh, it’s time we, uh. What was I saying again?”

“You were just about to finish your eclair, Sergeant…?” Eclair trailed off inquisitively.

“It’s Sourdough Starter— er, I mean Sergeant Star.” The stallion shook his head to clear it. Had he not mentioned his name? Odd. It was probably just the way his armor was chafing him. Distracting. Better have the quartermaster look at it; maybe some prankster had switched his gear with somepony else.

Starter— Star— turned to his recruit. “Come on, Batter. Baton.”

“Just a minute, Starter.” Recruit Baton glanced up from his latest eclair and grumbled, swallowing down another bite of its creamy goodness. “Uh actually, do you mind if I adjust my armor?”

The enchanted armor breastplate clanked as the increasingly chubby young stallion set it aside without waiting for his superior’s assent. Oblivious to Sergeant Star’s envy-tinged glare, Baton gave a deep sigh of relief. His swelling frame breathing much more easily now that the cold and unyielding metal was not pressing against his— against her breasts. In fact… she smiled as a thought occurred to her. Why stop there?

“Now listen here, Recruit Batter!” Star barked— although the rising pitch of his voice turned it into more of a whine. He swallowed the last of the latest eclair, feeling a faint tinge of regret as he chased it with the last of his coffee. “You can’t just take off your uniform around civilians and… you…”

Running thinning hands over her growing curves Batter grinned cheekily and pulled off his shirt, freeing her creamy and freckle-spotted breasts. She breathed deeply, relishing the frisson of pleasure at the transgressive act as the bakery’s warm air caressed her hardening nipples. Then she started to slide down her trousers, pausing only to tuck the last bits of her vanishing stallionhood into place between plush thighs as the fleshy organ inverted into a cute feminine cleft. “Oh that is so much better.”

“You stop that this instant—eek! What are you doing?!” Sergeant— no, Sourdough Sta— no, SERGEANT Star shrilled as he felt deft hands tug his armor gently over his head. A strong, forceful earth pony stallion should have been able to lay out the rotund Eclair with a single punch, but instead his strike turned into a gentle, almost playful push as he let the unicorn remove his shirt as well. Well-honed muscles tingled, smoothing away as a gentle layer of fat crawled across his scarred abdomen.

“There, isn’t that much better, Sourdough?” Eclair purred. She dropped his shirt carelessly to one side, ignoring the changing stallion’s weak protests and pushing another eclair into his hands. He bit into it almost without a thought.

“It’s just— gulp— not right!” Star groused, glaring at her— his— co-worker as Batter Dumpling settled widening, well-padded hips to the cool tile floor and leaned back against the counter.

“Mmm, but it feels so good, Starter.” Batter Dumpling broke off into a yawn, covering her petite muzzle demurely with one hand. Suddenly tired, she leaned back luxuriously against the counter and yawned again. “Whoof… I feel so relaxed. I might just take a little nap.”

Something was terribly, horribly wrong. Sergeant Star tried to glare at the vile, aproned temptress as Eclair slipped down his his trousers and guided his increasingly padded flanks towards the tile next to his recruit. The tile felt cool against his bare ass and churning balls, but somehow everything felt distant. Glazed. Pink. “You’re… doing something… to us..!”

“Just giving you…” murmured Eclair, her musical voice sending a thrill through what little of Star’s stallionhood remained. Gentle hands caressed his firm but strangely reduced length, bringing it to full stiffness.

The lightest of strokes from Eclair and and Star’s cock erupted, painting his swelling breasts with his own spunk yet shrinking with every spurt as the orgasm wracked his transforming body. “…A helping hand.”

“Aaaah~” Sergeant Star moaned plaintively as she let the unicorn cradle her gold-maned head gently and squeeze some of the sweet yet salty cream into her mouth. The guardspony’s cock spurted again and shrank, vanishing between her thighs as another layer of fat squeezed into her velvety, padded flanks. She closed her eyes, relishing the warm afterglow.

Sourdough Starter’s eyes shot open and she sat up with a start. She blinked, taking in the chaos of discarded guard uniforms and the gently napping Battered Dumpling. How long had she…? No matter. “BATTER!”

“GAH!— OW!” Batter jerked awake, wincing as she banged her head on the counter. “Starterrrrr~! What was that for?!”

“You were sleeping on the job!” Sourdough hissed. “And in front of the boss!”

“That’s alright, Starter. You two seemed terribly tense, so I thought I would let you unwind a bit before we got ready.” Eclair giggled, her graceful laughter setting her curves jiggling and sending a thrill through Sourdough’s oddly damp thighs.

The senior assistant baker flushed at Eclair’s attention. She tried to ignore the sticky, matted feeling of her fur. Where was her apron? This was a disaster. What she needed right now was a coffee, a hot shower, and maybe to get rutted silly by some handsome guard stallion or maybe have a long ‘special’ baking session with Eclair to— Sourdough Starter shook her head, banishing the unwelcome thought and quickly rallied “Come on, recr— junior assistant baker. We’ve got some work to do if we’re going to get this place open on time!”