[Draft] Cooking Love (Mythra TG) (Patreon)

“What was that you said you shitty cook?”

“Oh you want to go again you damn moss head.”

The two glared at each other. They bashed their skulls against each other and glared like animals. Zoro’s hand inches to his sword, while Sanji’s leg pulled out, ready to deliver a devastating kick to his stomach. The two of them glared at each other waiting to see who would be the one to make the first move.

Nami knocked the two of them upside the head. She groaned and held her head, glaring at them. “Hey knock it off you too! The last thing we need is for the two of you to break the ship if you two get into a fight! And more importantly I’m dealing ith a bad enough headache! I don’t need the two of you to make it worse than it already is.”

Zoro held the lump on his head and glared at her. “Hey! Don’t hit me just because you couldn’t handle how much booze you drank!”

“Of course! Anything you say Nami-swan!” Sanji bowed to her, his eyes filled with loving adoring hearts. Not at all bothered by the recent bout of pain she had inflicted.

Zoro hissed. “Love sick weirdo.”

Again Sanji glared at him, but one look from Nami was enough to make him stop. A grin formed on his face at the pleased look she had. A giggle came from him as he took the time to admire her wonderful figure and looks.

Nami fluttered her eyes at him and sent a dazzling smile at him. “Sanji, why don’t you go find something else to do to get your mind off things? It would mean a lot for me.”

“Whatever you say Nami-swan!” Sanji zoomed out of the deck of the ship, skipping merrily to another part of the ship. He didn’t now where he was going or cared. The only thing on his mind was fulfilling Nami’s wishes.

When he was on the other side of the ship, Sanji realized his beloved Nami was nowhere in sight. His smile and lovey dovey expression soured immediately. He grumbled as he stumbled away. His fist clenched. No matter how hard he trid to think of Nami, his mind would go back to Zoro and what he had said. How the fight had built.

Sanji’s nostrils flared. “What I wouldn’t give to show that damn moss head what’s for. Whatever you got better things to do then let him get your mood down.”

Sanji stopped when he noticed a crown. He picked it up. It was a simple thing for the most part. Just a golden circlet with a pair of wings and an emerald gemstone in the center of it. “Where the heck did this come from?”

He picked it up and tried to imagine where it had come from. There hadn’t been any recent battles he could

“Did one of the others pick this up and didn’t let us know about it…Maybe Nami-swan did when we made it to port. No, knowing her she would have been bragging about it the moment we landed if she did steal this. Got to admit, it does look nice.”

He imagined Nami or Robin wearing it and grinned. The two of them looking like a regal princess who had finally adorned her crown. A blush adorned his face. His imagination went wild imagining her wearing it along with other alluring outfits to help sell the look. A perverse giggle came from him as he imagined their breasts swaying.

“Heh I’m sure Nami-swan, or Robin-swan of the girls would love it!” He could already imagine how happy she would be, when she got her hands on the crown. “Maybe they’ll even give me a reward in that case.”

For a moment he considered just rushing off and giving it to the par, but stopped. Sanji looked back down at the ground. The gem glowed as light reflected off it. A smile blossomed. “If one of them didn’t bring it then maybe I could surprise them. Make it the centerpiece for one of the dishes.”

Various articles of clothing flashed in his mind. From simple elegant dresses, bikinis, and more. Blood trailed down his nose, as he imagined them posing in various lewd ways. The bounce of their busts, their wonderful smiles, the flash of their skin. It all filled him with glee.

Sanji shook his head and tried to get his thoughts in order. “Can adire and hope for more wonderful stuff like that later. Right now think about what you can do without running into that damn moss head.”

He didn’t feel like chatting it up with Franky. If he tried to do anything with Luffy, he was sure it would end up with his sweet Nami getting angry. Granky would probably land him in the same boat. As for Ussop and Chopper, he had better things to do and were probably busy. He looked at the sun and thought about the time.

“How long has it been since lunch?” Sanji thought long and hard, trying to think about the timing. It would be sunset soon, and by the time he finished making everything it would probanl be night time.

“Better start making dinner if there is going to be enough food for the rest of us. Between Luffy and moss head the two of them won’t leave enough for the rest of us, especially for Nami-swan and Robin-swan. Oh as the finishing piece I could leave the crown and have it as a show piece.”

Sanji marched to the kitchen, pulling out a fresh cigarette. He lit it and took a deep huff of it. Immediately he gagged as if someone had shoved a piece of crap down his throat. He coughed and huffed. He grabbed a glass of water and tried to drown out the flavor and yet it remain.

“Eww.” Sanji snuffed out cigarette. He looked it over, wondering why the taste of it seemed so wrong. “Did someone mess with my cigarettes?”

No matter how hard he examined it, he couldn’t find anything wrong about it. He put out his cigarette and tossed it to the side.

Sanji opened the pack again and was about to pull out another cigarette but stopped. He looked over the pack of cigarettes. Just like with the first cigarette there didn’t seem to be anything off about them. After a moment, he tossed them to the side. “I’m not going to run the risk of having another taste of that.”

Seconds later they shimmered before they disappeared moments later, as if they weren’t there at all. The slight smokey stench Sanji had disappeared.

A thousand recipes rushed forward and he tried to sort them out, wondering what would be the best one to start with for the night. “Now then, let’s get to cooking.”

Sanji washed his hands, and as he did all of the body hair he had disappeared. The hair on his knuckles and arms disappeared as if he had taken a razor and gotten it under control.

The hair on his arms disappeared as if the water was erasing them from existence. All of the blackheads on his body vanished as well. The scars he had earned from the various battles shrunk as well. His skin softened and lost all of the haphazard messes. The edges of them eased up and relaxed as a healthier shine appeared to them.

The facial hair, which he had made sure to pay careful attention to thinned, until it was gone. With how smooth and soft it looked now, he looked as if he had a baby face. Every bit of hair he had vanished, not even the patches of hair above his privates. With it gone, any hair he had on his eyebrows disappeared.

Sanji pulled out all of his tools and made sure no one had touched them. All of them shined with fresh new shine that made him smile with pride. He cracked his knuckles and his neck.

“Now we can begin.”

Sanji pulled out all the ingredients he would need and placed them onto the side. With the skill befitting a master chef, he cut through them without any issue.

As he cut the ingredients into smaller portions his hands altered. The nails he had paid little attention to lengthened slightly. Any uneven edges they might have had disappeared as a small singular point became more apparent. They grew slightly longer, adding further to the feminine grace they had. His fingers shrunk loosing excess fat like sausages being cut in half. A softness appeared on them that became more apparent. The calluses from the years of training eased slightly as they softened with new vigor.

Sanji hissed as he quickly adjusted his grip. The smaller they got, the more he was forced to adjust them to make up for how off. Again he was forced to adjust how he held the knife. The grip he had on the knife breaking moments later. An annoyed growl came out of his throat.

“What's up with my grip?” Sanji sighed and gripped it tighter, making sure this tie time he wouldn’t have any unexpected surprises. His dainty digits struggled slightly with how much more they changed.

When he was done cutting the food, Sanji cleaned the knife and put it to the side for later use. He poured the cut ingredients into the pot and stirred them around. With every little stir of the cauldron his forearms lost some a little more of the mass as the water shifted. It darkened and gained the same  The slender forearms he had finished.

Yet the changes to arms didn’t cease. They continued to gain the same slender grace, the musculature they had trimmed and refined to where they would have rivaled Nami’s and Robin’s with ease.

He filled the ladle and tested the soup. He rolled the flavors over in his mouth and frowned,  “It needs just a little more rosemary then it will be perfect.”

Sanji placed his ladle down and went to where he kept the spices, the room looking a little larger as he walked. With every step he took the room got larger to Sanji. He looked through the cabinets, trying to find where he had placed them. Despite his decreasing stature, his clothes adjusted to his altering frame. Inches disappeared from his frame. His body finished shrinking when it became a tiny 5’4.

Sanji reached up to the top cabinet to get what he needed, but he couldn’t quite reach it. He stood on the tips of his toes, but even then it stood out of his reach. “Oh damn it, why did Franky have to design the ship so it was so big.”

A stool off to the side caught his attention and he grabbed it. He used it to help him reach what he needed on the shelf. He pulled them out and placed them one by one next to each other. He smiled when they were all laid out flat in front of him.

“Probably should move these to a lower level. I can’t keep asking for help from others every time this happens.” Sanji’s face darkened at the thought of Zoro. “Damn mosshead. You think he would know better then to taunt the guy who makes your damn food. He’s damn lucky it goes against everything I know as a chef to mess with his food.”

Sanji grabbed all of his spices and went back over to the stove. This time his strong muscular frame appeared in his mind and it darkened further. The powerful muscles he had. His dark ominous mystique which would have turned off everyone, but the soft heart he had towards those he cherished that he hid like  precious treasure.  The amazing way he fought in the last fight they had. It all rushed forward and made him grin at how amazing he was.

He slapped himself and focused on his breathing, trying to get himself under control again. “Get a grip over yourself. You have to focus on cooking, or else you could ruin everything. Then you’ll have to start all over again and Luffy won’t leave anything for anyone.”

As Sanji cooked, all of the muscles in his legs diminished. His strong powerful legs lost some of their girth. His feet dwindled, the large size they had diminishing. The powerful refined calves, which brimmed with strength dwindled, gaining the same minor defined femininity the rest of his body had gained. His thighs swelled like ripening loaves of bread. A slight welcoming curve appeared to them, and continued to swell. His pants dug a little tighter against his body as they swelled. Like two strong meaty pillars they stood out on his body, his pants struggling to keep them contained.

After a minute, he took another small ladle full of it and tested the soup. He rolled it around in his tongue and was pleased by the taste of it.

Sanji smiled. “There we go, now let’s try out the soup and make sure it is as good as it smells.”

With the sauce ready, he moved onto the next part. He cut a small portion of the meat off and examined how tender it was. It cut easily from the knife. He went from one of the counters to another, making sure he knew everything he needed to.

As Sanji shuffled around the room his legs changed. He stumbled as his feet got smaller, but was quickly able to recover. The rest of his calves got smaller as well, despite how much they had changed already. Just like his hands, they gained the same

His thighs swelled with the same delightful mass he had gained. A slight curve appeared to them that added more to his developing figure. The plumpness of his new thighs pushed his member against his pants. A delightful jiggle appeared in them that only fueled the heat to his crotch. His body heated as his thighs ballooned without abandon. The zipper strained a little road down his body as they changed.

“As if I need a clothing malfunction when I’m working on dinner.” Sanji adjusted his pants, wincing at how awkward it was. A slight heat erupted from his member. His breathing picked up a light layer of sweat appeared on them. He shook his head and focused on the task ahead. “Alright now I need to figure out what the girls would like to eat.”

Sanji tapped his chin against his cheek as he thought over what the two of them might like to eat tonight. Dozens of recipes came forward of what he could make that would compliment the main courses. Suddenly it struck him.

“I know the girls will want to have a nice salad to go with this.” Sanji went over to the fridge and gathered everything he would need to make the best salad he could. A bowl of strawberries and blueberries, along with pieces of tomato for them.

As he cut the rest of the vegetables and fruits that would go into it his waist altered. It shrunk down, losing some of its girth. With every little cut, more of the mass of his midsection had disappeared. It went to his hips and butt as if it was being forced to go in two different directions. Hgis trim stomach strengthened the more it changed and gained, the trim muscle it had, gaining prominence. The hourglass figure he had became more prominent, even if he was lacking a fine pair of breasts or a butt worth anything, with how trim it was.

“There we go, now then let’s check on that soup. It should be about ready with how long it has been setting.”

Sanji went back to the stove and pulled off the lid. Small bit of stream came forward and made him recoil for a moment.

The steam of the gently touched soup hit his face and he leaned back so he wouldn’t be in a direct path. His sharp strong features softened and lost some of their roughness. A softer appearance appeared as if it cleaning his features. The stubble on his face disappeared, the smoke brushed against his face. His bones shafted and gained a slightly rounded appearance.

His face continued to shift. A roundness appeared in his cheeks while his chin gained a slightly rounder appearance. A slight plumpness appeared in his lips. He bit them as his nose diminished and became a smaller diminutive size.

“You think with all we have been through a little cooking steam wouldn’t throw me off like this.” Sanji wiped his now beautiful feminine face. Despite the chaos of it all, he felt at peace. A serene smile appeared on his face. When the steam died a little he tested the soup and hummed. “Oh boy, there we go, it's coming along nicely. It just needs to sit for a little while longer.”

He put the lid back on and then continued working around the kitchen as his hips popped as Sanji’s hips let out a low pop. The tightness of his pants kept increasing, straining his small waist. The button and seams doing everything they could to try and hold on. They dug between his cheeks, the outline of butt becoming more prominent with every second.

“There we go, now let’s check on the meat and make sure that is going well.” Sanji looked at the meat cooking on the grill and grinned. He took a heavy breath and smiled as the cooked meat assaulted his nostrils. It wouldn’t be long now before it was done. “Let’s get the sauce ready for that. Luffy might not care too much, but I’m sure the others would like something to go with it.”

As Sanji prepared the barbecue sauce, his blonde hair grew longer. It brushed past his ears and traveled down his body. The soft silky splendor of it grew. It shined like polished gold. He shuddered as the soft locks of hair brushed against him as if someone was tickling him. His hair finished growing when it rested of his butt. Sanji moved the bang in his face away behind his ear.

He took a finger dip of the flavor and was pleased by the creaminess of the taste and the texture. Slight maple flavor of the barbecue would enhance the taste.

“Now then is there anything else the crew would like. Ussop  will eat just about anything and Choppr is going to want some of the salad as well. If we have any sweets he’s going to eat all of them. The girls are handled and Luffy will have enough meat to last him for a while. The only one left would be…Zoro.”

A sudden pull between his legs made Sanji shudder and lean against the counter. His legs trembled. His eyes darted to the door as he rubbed himself against the counter. The pulling grew and the hardness of his member increased. His hand moved and rubbed the front of his member.  With every slight rub and down them the bolt of electric glee that coursed from it grew in strength, more addicting.

His throat burned, getting drier by the second. It was as if someone had grabbed him in a vice grip, but he couldn’t bring himself to care to much. The grunting and groans he had rose, becoming more effeminate. With every slight rise, they tension in his throat became moe intense

A thin trail of juices went down her legs. She leaned against the counter. Her breathing up as her knees trembled. She gripped the counter, trying to herself from falling down it like a ragdoll. The dry patch in her throat disappeared as if he had gotten his hands on a large barrel and chugged it down.

“Oh Mythra you naughty girl.” Mythra’s hand inched closer to her crotch to go for another round, yet she restrained herself. “W-Why now of all times? What if someone comes barging in?”

‘But if Zoro were to come in then…,’ her mind trailed off. She could imagine the shock he had about her current state, he would be worried then notice the smell. Then he would come over and he would…

Another groan came out before her thought could finish. She swayed her hips from side to side and licked her lips. Her hands pressed down on her privates, earning another slight squeal of glee from her. “Please….let it happen.”

Her butt pushed off against the counter. It kept swelling larger as if it was a protective cushion. It lost none of the tone it had, as it gained a rounder appearance. Despite how much larger it wa becoming it lost none of the firmness it had gained from her years of training. A small rip came from the back of them while the zipper

Mythra’s free hand went to the side of her cheek and gently fondled her expanding cheek. Butt flesh escaped between her fingers, but she hardly cared. She roughly squeezed and fondled her ass, and then reached a new plateau of sexual arousal that filled her body with delight. It kept getting larger, pushing back against her hands, which only made her press down and fondle it with more vigor.

Only when it stopped growing did she push off her pillowly rear.  Her delightful bubble butt swaying and bouncing slightly as she did. The slight warm breeze brushed against her buttocks, making her shudder. She reached between the hole, about to put one of her digits inside, but a sudden burst of heat from her chest made her stop.

It called out to both of her hands and she placed both of her hands on her breasts. Her nipples poked against her hands like small knives. She flinched for a moment from the contact and then hardened her resolve as she played with herself more. With every light tug and and pull on them her hardened further, poking through her shirt like small knives. One of her hands went up to her chest and played with one of her nipples, gently tugging and twisting it like a kob.

Small pads formed against her top and grew with every second. She forgone playing with one of her nips and played with the developing fat there. The soft delightful cushions made her feel as if she was touching paradise. Her smile dropped and became more dopy. A thin trail of drool poked out of the side of her mouth as her mind imagined a lovely round of rutting going on between her and Zoro. Her breathing hastened.

Small little boobs formed on her chest, but quickly swelled. Her dress shirt strained against her breasts. Buttons on her shirt went flying across the room, zooming across the area room like bullet shells. Pale creamy cleavage poke through them all. Her nipples strained against her top, poking through them. The outer edges of her fair mountains became exposed as they fell freely on her chest. Their growth slowed, and slowly came to a stop when they had a plump E-cup that would have put some baseballs to shame.

The smell of the food hit her nose again, and the fantasy she was experiencing crumbled instantly. A slight bubbling noise caught her

“Oh no, the food!” Mythra acted quickly and began taking the food off. She checked the soup, making sure she hadn’t wound up burning it.

She pulled the meat off the grill, and moved the pot off the stove. When everything was no longer over a heat source she examined them all intently. She cut a little off the bone and checked the viscosity of the soup.

“Oh thank God, everything’s ok. Can’t believe I almost wasted food because I had gotten lost in fantasies. Zeff would have killed me if he ever learned about this.”

Mythra observed her work and smiled at how nice the food turned out. The aroma of smells assaulted her nose like a wondrous symphony. Her mouth watered at the sight of it all. A low gurgle came from her stomach, demanding she start stuffing herself.

“Not just yet, I need to put the finishing touches on most of them.” Mythra lightly drizzled the meat in the sauce, making sure not to put too much on it. She put a light dressing on the salad that would make the flavors of the fruit surge to the forefront. The moment she finished, she placed her utensils down and placed her hands on her hips. “Finally everything is perfect.”

Mythra took off the apron she had on and checked her appearance over. She frowned at the ruffled state of her attire.

“I need to clean myself up, or else they might start asking questions.” She brusghed down the ruggled and flattening out her clothes, gently pressing them against her body.

With every slight delicate brush of her hands, Mythra’s suit changed. As if she was removing soot from her suit, the blackness of the suit disappeared with every swipe. More white and black lines formed on the edges of her attire. Green and gold ornaments formed on her body, which matched her longer blonde hair.

The pants of her legs converged and moved closer together and formed into the bottom half of a skirt. With every touch of her hands, the bottom half of her shirt merged with her new skirt. The line between them gradually dissipated until they were one large piece of clothing. Yet the legs of her pants broke off and became long black stockings. They tightened and carressed her supple defined curves.Her jacket top hardreneed as two green symmetrical crosse formed on it. The buttons and pockets had disappeared as green symmetrical crosses took their place. When she was finished cleaning her appearance, she was clad in a white minidress with back accents and numerous golden and green ornaments.

Mythra beamed. “There we go, much better.”

She ran her hand through her longer hair, pride going through her. A frown formed as she realized something was missing from her outfit. Again she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to find why she felt wrong. Suddenly she realized why her head felt lighter.

“Where is my tiara?” Mythra’s eyes darted across the room. They stopped when they saw on the counter her crown.

“Oh what is it doing there!” Mythra picked up her tiara and slipped it on her head. The weight of her crown made her beam in pride and delight. “Everything is perfect.”

“There we go, now let’s get to serving.” Mythra grabbed several trays of food and skipped out of the kitchen, carrying everything with ease. “Everything is ready now!”

“Meat!”

Mythra held back a sigh, but smiled at his reaction as the others began crowding around her. Ussop grabbed some of the trays and began placing them on the table. Luffy grabbed the tray she had made just for him and began inhaling it down as if it was little more then water. In one bite he had devoured the entirety of a leg of chicken, and in another he wound up eating another. His face extended and his throat grew and adjusted for his ravenous appetite.

“Hopefully that is enough to hold him over for now. With how he’s eating, he seems to be extra hungry today.”

“I’m sure it is.”

Mythra’s eyes roamed the ship until they landed on Zoro, and her face immediately darkened. He was getting closer, his upper body was fully exposed and covered in a light layer of sweat just like in her fantasies. She paid rapt attention to the bounce of his beck and his rippling muscles.

“This is your meal.” Mythra said, hoping she was keeping heer lust and desire to run his hands over his bulging biceps. Even now her mouth  watered at the thought of getting a feel for his prime muscles.

“Thanks for the meal Mythra.” With no hesitation Zoro took a spot at the table and began munching down on his food.

She watched him eat. There was still the same hungry vigor and lack of manners like Luffy, but there was something about the way he was eating that resonated with her. Someone dug their elbow into her side and saw Nami and Robin smirking at her.

Nami laughed. “You better take a seat already if you want to eat next to him. ”

Mythra immediately grabbed her food and sat in the empty seat next to him. She scooted a little closer to Zoro basking in his presence.

Zoro shot her a look for a moment before shrugging and went back to devouring his food like a rabid beast. It was mystifying and she couldn’t tear her eyes away, even as she ate her meal.

‘I wonder if he would eat me out like that.’ Mythra thought as she ate her meak, eyeing Zoro up like he was a prime rib steak. ‘I wonder if your fourth sword would be just as impressive as the rest of your muscles are.’