Waifu Stew(Megumi Food Wars Tg) (Patreon)

“*sigh* Finally a moment to relax… Oh god how am I still even here?!” At the elite pedigree of Totsuki’s cooking academy, not all students were cut out for the confidence needed at first. And few students were as nervous or unsure of themselves as Tadokoro Megumin, who was trying to calm herself down after barely squeaking by on her last cooking exam. Sure more and more people were coming around to the idea of not expelling her, and there was that really weird growing fan club of boys who wanted her to be their wife(and some female instructors), but she still needed to better believe it. That’s why she was cooking now even though she was dirt tired. Not only was it practice, but it was a special recipe passed down and edited for each generation of her family’s store. She didn’t know why they never served it to anyone, but it always immersed her in a feeling of home that calmed her down and never failed to instill confidence.

She had finally tweaked it herself too, her initial taste tests bringing an indescribably thrill to her body with only sips, her strength and confidence restored. If only she had Soma’s confidence, then she wouldn’t have to do all these psych up rituals. But at least she could finally relax and just know this cooking was only for he-
“Somethin’ smells amazing! Did you cook this Megumi?” She was surprised to see Soma pop in so suddenly, especially since the rest of the Polar Star dorm had a kind of unspoken agreement to make Zenji’s room the impromptu hangout spot.
“Ohh umm well-” Ugh this was the last thing she needed today, especially now that she’d have to find a “nice” way to turn him down when he inevitably asked to have a taste. Hopefully he’d understand the tradition and meaning behind her reque-
“Oh wow this tastes amazing Megumi! Might need a little salt but definitely a master class in cooking!” He flashed his wide smile at her, only for it to waver, one hand on his stomach as it began to gurgle.

Though the terrible churning sounds didn’t stop, Soma wobbled a bit in place, his stare getting glassier, almost like he was dozing off and their color seemed stronger too. He always had dark golden irises, but as they lidded over, eyelashes fluttering almost daintily, they seemed deeper, a more saturated yellow, like ramen broth strained in pure chicken extract. His eyes looked like… hers!
“S-Soma!”
“Huh?” He barely even turned to her, lost in the flavors as he dipped a spoon into her dish again. This time he moaned as the flavors ran down the back of his throat, Megumi shocked to see his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down before collapsing in with a satisfied smile.
“Ohhh~ I take it back sis. You seasoned it perfectly…” Wait she did? Oh thank god she had been nervous she was just ignori- Wait no no no! That was entirely the wrong thing to be thinking right now! Something was wrong with Yukihira and his voice just now hadn’t been his, but hers! Albeit, with a lot more confidence and dreamy acceptance to it. What was happening? How could she fix this?!

While she was worrying about that, Soma was drowning in umami, the warm, homely flavors slipping through his defenses, melting away his clothing mentally as it filled his muscles, caressed his tendons, slithered through the cracks of his brain. Each slurp drained into the next one lazily, red hair flowing down his shoulders as it began to braid itself, a similarly calm blue color putting out the fire of his red hair. How could he have thought it needed salt? Were his taste buds out of order or something?

It certainly felt like it the way the flavors tickled his tongue, sparking against his tasters as his teeth shrunk, jaw collapsing into a softened point while his lips seemed to absorb the broth as they sipped at it, that rich juice plumping them up to plump pillows.
“Mmm~ AHH! Y-YES!” It really did feel perfect as his bushy eyebrows turned to plucked lines, his nose wriggling happily as it breathed in the rich smells of home, memories of Tohoku port springing to mind easily as soup dribbled down his chin, splitting at his collarbone to pool around his nipples.

Megumi’s head was spinning, her indecisiveness leaving her stuck in place. How was her food doing this? There was no way this was possible and even if it was, there was no way her food could actually be strong enough to turn a person into her! Unfortunately her situation would only worsen, an embarrassed flush painting her cheeks rosy as Soma began to moan in her voice, wordlessly exclaiming his arousal as he tore open his trademark black shirt, revealing a pair of half pink nubs, growing as they sucked in the hot soup rivulets.

He was in heaven, simply speaking, his nipples throbbing in a way that felt alien and standard to him, the heat from the dish translating to sexual desire as he began to play with them, his mouth gobbling down a halved egg and slices of fatty beef for sustenance to fuel the changes. Somi squealed, unable to silently enjoy his meal or his masturbation as his hands pinched his erect nipples, the flat muscle doused in the noodles’ yeast and flour as fat bubbled in to rise his chest to a more womanly stature. The pleasure was too much, something hot flowing down his thighs as his balls tingled, his pinches growing more measured and soothing as his fingers softened under the heft of his perky c cups. Now he could use sharp nails to tease the plump flesh, his teeth crunching down on something green and solid as his collarbone collapsed, his spine popping inwards as his everything seemed to reduce downwards like he was a purified sauce.

Soumi could feel Megumi in every bite, taking more and more of her feelings in, the tenderness, the love, the gentle craft that melted his heart, and muscle as heat radiated out of his stomach. It didn’t take long for the rest of his clothing to shed, freeing his sweaty body after the first few inches popped out, his tan slacks at least eight sizes too large, his feet stepping out as his socks and shoes followed leaving him completely naked, Megumi ready to faint as she saw his cock throb and geyser out another shot of cum as he greedily gobbled more of her special dish. It seemed that the more he shoveled in, the more spewed out below, Soumi working his shoulders as they popped inwards, arms shrinking to pull the delicious dish closer to him, the hot pan tantalizing his nipples as it warmed his breast.

His abs clenched, no longer needing as much room as it once did for food, content just to stomach the full contents of Megumi’s food. His sides crinkled inwards, the athletic build he had maintained over absurd hours at his family diner no match for the graceful hum of Megumi, her umami massaging away any hardness to leave a flat, shrunken waist that writhed ecstatically on his body. All of the past food he had eaten was harshly ejected from his stomach, mixing in with the other displaced mass as it all bundled together into squishy lumps of fat. It all drained down the base of his spine, a slight tingle in his coccyx the only prelude before he was left screaming, his balls finally emptied as luscious fat swelled in his naked bottom, two pale cheeks jostling together as the heat fully pooled in his cock.

“S-Soma a-are you oka- EEEK~!” Megumi barely sidestepped his last release, disturbed and ashamedly aroused as her friend continued to moan in front of her, his entire upper half a perfect mirror of her own, the dish clattering to the floor and breaking as his hands rushed to his still erect groin. At first Megumi had some hope that the changes would stop, but then she looked at the discarded dish, shocked to see it completely empty past a few chile flakes and droplets of Soma’s saliva, the complete meal swimming in Soma’s body.

Sogumi’s head hurt, memories shredding and sparking as the diner faded, city life faded, his name faded, so much of who he was asphyxiated under the overwhelming wave of Megumi. Worse there was a horrible pressure building up between his legs, his hips pushing apart under its terrible weight as they rounded off his figure, a thick, pounding ache spreading up his shaft. And right as it seemed to reach its peak, the tortured muscular organ feeling like it was about to burst, the hot embrace of broth flowed in instead, a relieved sigh punctuating the tense atmosphere as amber liquids sloshed out the tip, his cock drooping as it lost all ability to stay hard, its muscle liquifying out.

“Ohh~ OHHH GAAAAWWWDD!” It was a gentle end to his masculinity, yet that did not diffuse the intensity of the ecstasy, his balls losing all shape and form as a cavity between his hips slurped up their contents with a moist rumble, two engorged lips splitting into existence with a satisfied smack as hot fluids leaked from his cock at both the tip and base. So much of Sogumi had already submitted that it almost felt like Megumi herself was ushering it in, her tender touch tenderizing the already sensitive, high grade meat between his legs, a soft sucking sensation impossible to fight against as clear juices rained from her shrinking gooch, Segumi cumming in an overflow of pleasure as her first female orgasm turned her crotch from a giver to a receiver. Perfect for her new identity.

In the final moments, she gave in completely, utterly engrossed by the subtle rearrangements of her innards, the slow, thorough mixing of her old parts, being cooked and prepared into something gentler, warmer, more capable of dealing with the shocks of ecstasy rumbling from her pussy outwards. Her thighs squeezed together, the last of her old identity shooting down her thighs, coating the skin as they plumpened up almost as if they were trying to stopgap something from leaving. They certainly had the material to plug up the gap, her juicy thighs jostling as they smacked and rubbed against one another. She didn’t know what it was she was trying to keep in, but the pleasure was making her tense up anyways so she leaned into it. Often she had mental images after tasting a dish, but all she saw was the dish itself, large enough for her to swim in it as she felt it all around her, toes wriggling as they shrunk, calves crafting themselves to slender limbs, her heels and arches all adorable feminine adornments.

“Mmm~ now that hit the spot sis!” Her naked twin hugged a still shocked Megumi, a perfect copy in every way save one. That thigh squeeze must have worked, everything strained from Soma save his confidence, the new Megumi like a Megumi plus. It was weird to hear her own voice coming out so clearly and sure of itself. Was this what confidence sounded like? Nooo why was she even thinking about that?! She had to get her mom on the line and figure out what to do about Soma he was- g-groping her!
“S-Soma!”
“Hmm?” She seemed confused, smiling as she got closer to her twin.
“It’s only us here sis… no one else~! Besides you always said you wanted my confidence. Let me repay you for the great meal.” Megumi prayed to her village gods as her twin began to undo her pants. She hoped she had the strength to resist his advances, but as she began to moan, a part did wonder if it was all that bad to just see what she could learn from this experience. Either way both could agree, it was a very tasty dish.