Haute Body Cuisine

“Alex Nakiri…”

The name seemed to hold a certain refinement to it, at least the last name. It was enough to send the seasoned, well-renowned chef-now-food critic Anthony Batali on one of his fine dining daydreams while at his latest restaurant under review. In his mid 40s, he had lost the drive and energy to keep cooking at a high level years ago. He’d often find himself fantasizing about an apprentice for which he could pass on his knowledge. A tall task, as he was extremely picky and particular—much like the subdiscipline of culinary he was a master in, Molecular Gastronomy. He hated the name personally as it made it sound more science than food. To Anthony it was about mingling with and inspiring the chemistry of one’s soul through food. He felt food should communicate with the patron, fill a void in their gut beyond just an empty stomach. For that reason he couldn’t simply choose any driven wannabe chef.

And so he dreamed his pervasive hopes away at the sight of every hustling cook stumbling over themselves, yet keeping that determined look. However with this Alex, he for the first time felt something more. Unable to pinpoint it exactly he continued to uncomfortably stare, his eyes following every fumbling motion the short-framed, black haired 20-something made as he carried the dishes out to the tables. As he watched him head back to the kitchen counter to fetch another plate it finally hit him. Alex would hold onto each dish for a few moments studying the structure and finesse behind every meal through subtle actions. Whether that be blowing on a sunny side egg to test its surface tension or sloshing a gelatin around to examine the viscosity, clearly the boy had a major interest in the physical and chemical brush strokes behind each platter.

Anthony nodded several times in an attempt to convince himself, not sure how far reaching his assumption was, but confident in it and confidence helped make him the man he was today. In any case, there was something special about Alex despite the clearly disjointed manner with which he handled himself. There was a curiosity there not seen in most early culinary hopefuls. He reminded Anthony of himself to an extent, minus the tripping over himself. Thankfully Alex was a good catch, barely hanging onto the desert he had bought to his table.

“S-Sorry about that sir! Phew.” Alex lightheartedly apologized, looking a bit embarrassed, the sweat trickling down his face definitely from overworking. “The uh… White Chocolate and Coconut Panna Cotta with Hibiscus Syrup Pearls. Heh, classy choice sir. That is one of my favs.”

“You don’t say?” Anthony replied with a quaint tone. Inside he was very much screaming in joy as this was one of his favorite desserts. A good sign already!

As Alex turned to walk back towards the kitchen, Anthony tugged him by the sleeve, getting his attention.

“Alex, right? My name is Anthony Batali, and I have a proposition for you.”

***

"Once again, tell me.” Anthony sternly demanded, his voice bouncing with powerful reverb off the stainless steel counter tops, fridges, and appliances within his personal restaurant’s kitchen where he had chosen to train Alex. Both were dressed in chef’s attire. Anthony a charcoal, convertible sleeves chef’s jacket and jeans, Alex a short-sleeved, button-up chef’s uniform with black cuffs and a collar—a female outfit. It was the only outfit they had left in Alex’s slim size, though he had quickly grown comfortable with it, so they neglected to buy a new one. They were far too fixed on his lessons to spend time contemplating over wardrobe specifics.

“A-Again Mr. Batali? But I already know—”

Anthony slammed his thick, callused hand onto the cook’s table, causing Alex to flinch, whose sweat glistening on his fair skin and wetting his short-cut bed hair was very apparent.

“If that were truly the case you’d have come to understand the principles I’m teaching you and not simply be memorizing them like a pop quiz!”

Anthony held a commanding presence despite his tired, academic look—his thick rimmed glasses, black as his retro quiff hair, only slightly hiding the bags under his hazel eyes. His body was rather cut, which made him look younger and more built. His forearms and hands looked powerfully forged by years of working in the kitchen, meticulous, repetitive actions bringing out an admirable roughness to the sculpt.

Alex sulked, his head slightly turned down, but showing a quivering determination. It had been over a month already and he hadn’t felt any closer to grasping Anthony’s teachings. What always looked like a promising application of his teacher’s dishes always fell apart halfway through due to what Anthony described as Alex sleep walking through the steps and ignoring the details at their heart, that he wasn’t enjoying the process enough to fully grasp it. But he wished so hard to improve that the determined flames stoked within him refused to simmer out.

“Now, please.” Anthony calmly said, reeling his voice back to a note of encouragement. “Repeat it again and don’t just listen to what you are saying.”

Alex nervously straightened his posture and then quietly composed himself, hand to his chest as he took a deep breath. Suddenly his determined, sharp gaze, accentuated by his rare red eyes became fixed to his face. It was a look Anthony had come to admire.

“Molecular Gastronomy is to understand food more than cooking. It is a scientifically aware cuisine harnessing the physiology of taste. As a chef of this practice it is my goal to focus on causes. Why is it that an egg that boils for 7 minutes becomes hard boiled? How many other ways are there to obtain the same effect? The scientific expertise, the professional curiosity, the experimentation, the research—it is all essential! As a chef of this practice I control the process of transformation. I can control up to the tiniest detail. I will create new recipes and elevate the standards of the old through a precise yet expressive process. Haute Cuisine is my playground, science is my tool, and creating new taste experiences is my goal.”

Alex relaxed his body and let out an exasperated gasp as he finished his mantra. It was equal parts academic and spirited, much like his teacher.

“You seem relieved that it is over. Perhaps you do not wish to embrace Gastronomy?”

Alex panicked, taking a step forward and clenching his fists at his gut. He pleaded, “No Mr. Batali that’s not it! I-I… I’m sorry.”

Anthony hated making the boy squirm in such a way, but it was often the only way he could snap him into attention.

“You’ve tasted the splendor of my many dishes, no?” Anthony asked.

“Y-Yes…” Alex timorously muttered.

“Did their taste, the experiences not move you?”

“Yes…”

“Yet you seem adverse to the why and how of these dishes despite the curiosity and book smarts you show. You cannot hope to replicate them without true passion put towards that knowledge.”

Alex tearfully barked back, impassioned and claiming he did want to understand. It was that it all felt so daunting and his nerves and past failures got the best of him. They were mental shackles on his mind: His failure in cooking school and subsequent dropping out, his string of dead-end cooking jobs that always lead him out of the kitchen and back to serving and cleaning. He wanted it more than anything, but always found himself stumbling further from the kitchen with every attempt.

Alex was jittering out of control, his eyes darting everywhere except forward at his teacher.

“I’m just not… I’m not cut out for—”

Anthony placed a soothing hand upon each of Alex’s shoulders, bringing him down off his self-deprecating edge. His grip was firm, but in a way that conveyed understanding of his plight-ridden drive. It told Alex all he needed, that Anthony was not giving up on him.

“I think it is time I took a different approach.” Anthony said with a smile.

Alex finally starting to calm down, looked back at his teacher with a sense of hope and direction again.

“There is a ritual I always intended to do with my eventual apprentice. I wanted to perform it as a graduation gift of sorts. However, I feel it may be prudent of me to do it now. You need to understand the true heights one can reach through this craft.  Something personally made for you may open the window you need.”

This was a lie by Anthony, he simply needed to frame things as such. The truth was that he was feeling desperate as well. He could feel it in his bones that Alex was the one. But there needed to be some way to send him over that edge and open up his receptors to the breadth of Gastronomy. Taste alone was not enough to inspire, but he had something else. He had a dish he’d been experimenting on for quite some time. A dish that could, through its chemical composition, expand and entice the body’s physical and mental faculties, guide the mind to the deeper components of a dish. He’d already made cuisine that heightened the body’s sensory responses. However this was his idea of a spiritual awakening and mental refinement through food.

It was his last hope he thought. If this magnum opus of his wasn’t enough to facilitate and pull Alex out of the thick broth muddying his mind then nothing would. So he cast his student out of the room and prepared the dish, taking hours to perfect it. Afterword he beckoned Alex back into the kitchen for what was hopefully not the last time.

Alex appeared immediately captivated.

“I cannot be here for the ritual. It is a personal experience.” Anthony said as he stepped past Alex who seemed ready to protest him leaving, but held back. “The rest… is up to you Alex.”

With a final warm smile, Anthony left the room. Alex was left alone, with a beautiful gift before him. But he knew better. He could sense it in his teacher’s tone. This was Anthony’s final attempt and his final chance.

Every time Alex was given a dish by Mr. Batali it was with the intent that he would study and understand the science behind it in a hope to stir his mind and provoke his technical artistry. He figured this was no different. But would it work this time?

No, I-I can’t back down! Doubting myself will get me nowhere, he told himself. The determined, curious gaze that Anthony saw such promise in returned and began to analyze the dish before him.

Alex stared down at what at first appeared to be a simple metal serving plate capped with a large reflective dome polished to a perfection he hadn’t thought possible. Staring at himself on the dome as if through a mirror, he could see his own determination that showed upon his face. It was a small boost for him, a confirmation that his body was blazing with the same intensity as his soul. Lifting up the metal dome however, some surprise cracked the stonewall expression, as mist spilled out from the small opening he had made. Once it was fully elevated high above the plate, the concentrated bundle of thicker mist towards the center spread out like a mystifying cloud revealing the truth behind a grand illusion. Culinary showmanship at its finest—he expected no less from his teacher.

He didn’t blink once as the mist started dissipating, waiting for the grand reveal. Gradually, the glistening visage of white rice, leafy greens, and pearly foods were hazily revealed as the foggy blanket became a light mist that lingered, only further embellishing the artistry. It didn’t take long to determine what was laid out before him, the fine, woodcut bento box with many bit-sized compartments a dead enough giveaway. He had been served Temari Sushi, and it seemed his teacher had used every technique at his disposal in creating a truly varied and extravagant selection.

“It looks more like a jewel case than food.” Alex quietly commented, its majesty cutting well past mere inspiration for him. He immediately felt unworthy of this dish, but he would be crazy not to dig in. Besides this was more a critique, a test of his skills.

He began to muse over it. Clearly the mist was created from liquid nitrogen. He presumed the purpose was to keep the sushi fresh with the chill. It was certainly an area Alex was lacking in, thinking outside the box in ways that once applied felt like simple solutions all along. He’d have to take such a mindset if he was to pass this test.

Moving on, he began to ponder the right way in which to eat the dish, cause there always was a right way with creations such as these. The most vanilla looking of the options was nestled in the top left corner. He couldn’t be sure if that was a visual cue or not, but his brain kept traveling to it as a logical starting point, eating left to right as if you were reading a book. Reading was often a journey dictated by the author and so could the same be said with eating as dictated by the chef.

Picking up the first piece, Alex noted that it was Abalone, a type of shellfish often identified by their colorful pearlescent inside shell—some signs stuck to the very outer rims of the one he held. There was a dash of foam on top of it too. Wasting no time he bit into the inviting morsel and his taste buds were immediately overwhelmed. His eyes sparkled and his legs quaked, a pleasing tremor shifting his stance. There was simply no way a food existed that could light his taste buds ablaze like this. Like wow, he knew his teacher was good and he had tried many of his dishes before, but there was a care and passion put into just this first leg of the dish that was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He had to learn from this, no more need for inspiration—no he was well past that from just the first bite.

I need to understand why, Alex thought, still trembling from the life changing abalone while his eyes became wet. This is the most beautiful… it has only been one bite… I need to understand!

He pinched his cheeks to snap some focus back into himself, just enough that he could start critically analyzing once more. His passion felt rejuvenated and he quickly went to work while mingling on the taste. The foam… it was definitely kelp stock. Beyond that though, he surmised that the Abalone was also wrapped in kelp during its perpetration. By wrapping Abalone in kelp, teacher was allowed to get rid of excess moisture and prolong its freshness. It was certainly suited for the dish, but there was more reason for the use of kelp. He could sense it but wasn't entirely sure yet. Mind swimming in impassioned thought and with temptation manifested as flavor baiting his breathe, he continued to work his way down the line of seafood treats.

With each bite, a simmering pleasure coursed through Alex, leaving him stunted and leaning forward on the table, braced by his hands. It was as if the very food was messing with the chemistry of his body, most notably his brain. Uncertainties and roadblocks where being snuffed out of existence, his mind expanding to the possibilities and realizing things he’d never thought possible. It was so much so quickly, that it was no wonder his body was flustered with excitement. He felt a bit shameful to admit it, but he found it arousing.

He was clearly bothered in quite an intimate way by the food he was eating, his body sweating as if he had bit into a ghost pepper. But this was not a strained sweat, but an agitated one, his fluttering heart sending his senses off like fireworks. He tugged a bit at his collar to let in some air, staring at the bento’s fourth treasure in anticipation.

“Who knew food could taste so… eroootic.” Alex huffed, that last word coming out more like a breathy moan. He began to wonder about the absurdity of if it were possible for a human to fall in love with a meal in the way a human lusts for another. If the rising bulge within his pants were any indication, he was poised to be the first. This dish was made specifically for him, a destined meal that for however short time he would likely share with, felt like a soul mate—no shame crossing his mind at the thought.

One might think his analytical side would find trouble keeping up with the tender wiles he was feeling, but Alex’s analysis only grew stronger as he bit into the next jewel in his case, his mind and body both quaking once more, his erection now pitching a full tent. Beginning to uninhibitedly moan now, an embarrassed smile broke down his formerly fierce and focused look. He took a step back and hugged himself in delight, gripping both of his forearms that were partially exposed by his chef’s outfit.

It didn’t take him long to notice that his skin felt unnaturally soft and looking down could see not a speck of body hair appeared across his increasingly unfamiliar looking skin. He’d never had much to begin with, but he was never this baby smooth. Each caress given felt like petting the landscapes of a beautiful woman who took their lotion regiment far too seriously. Even stranger, the sweat on his skin began to blend more naturally to his pigmentation, his creamy tone turning almost ghost white, yet still in a way that looked healthy and with a subtle, vibrant glow under the fluorescent lights.

It was all very enticing, but he wasn’t going to let it sidetrack him. His thoughts were simultaneously on the bigger picture, his darling meal. His analysis started to lean more as outright fact within his mind, not even questioning whether what he was surmising was anything but true. Alex could see right through his teacher’s masterful creation. For the sushi, teach had used bonito that had been aged for likely two days at a lower temperature. The Umami was heavenly, but wasn’t coming from the bonito alone. It was the inosinic acid from the bonito and glutamic acid from the kelp used in the first sushi. Yes the puzzle had been solved with the kelp, those umami factors had a synergistic effect.

Taking another bite, Alex flung forward over the table top, once more bracing himself, teetering on the edge of culinary bliss as well as mental savoring. He was feeling oh-so proud of his solving the mysteries of the dish, as if he could feel his status as a chef rising merely from that accomplishment alone. His cock felt ready to explode in his pants, every inch of him tingling in excitement, the static energy of his body shocking his fingertips on the steel counter top. That was when he noticed his far more delicate looking fingers, supple and beautiful. In fact, he could see his hands and arms shrinking before his very eyes through gentle pulsations. He also felt a dip in his shoulder and his entire posture sloping a bit as he could sense some height being lost. He wasn’t sure what was causing it, but it was gentle and comforting, like a steamed blanket wrapped around his body—a unique reaction considering the chilled food he was partaking in.

Alex couldn’t take his eyes off his increasingly resplendent hands, the hills of his knuckles looking like the perfectly shaped hills of a rolling, snowcapped countryside—this shiny-pale skin of his made everything more beautiful. Every wrinkle and blemish was gone everywhere. He could even feel a difference with the cushion of hair his throbbing dick was nestled in, it all feeling less a smattering of bushes and more of a trimmed lawn now forming a neat patch above it. Maybe it was silver like his… hair? A long lock of silver hair was starting to grow down from his left bangs, alerting him to look more carefully at the rest of his reflection in the metal lid still sitting nearby. His whole hair was silver and much more shiny too! The strands had grown a bit longer than normal, though still kept at a short hairstyle aside from the one long collection of bangs that stopped growing as it reached his chin. It looked very feminine actually, but he held no complaints. If anything the more androgynous look emerging from him seem suited for the female chef’s outfit he and teacher had neglected to get rid of. He had been wearing it so long it seemed a part of him now. An outfit given to him by Anthony, the only person who truly believed in him. He’d never wish to get rid of it, best to look good in it.

Tempted once more by the visage of his beautiful digits, Alex stared back at them. Somehow they were even more brilliant than before. His fingernails possessed glossiness that rivaled the glittering nature of the jewel box bento. Right, the bento! It wasn’t over yet. Whatever was happening to him, whatever was awakening this greater self within, it was there. He was understanding it all now, the true nature and power of gastronomy. Gastronomy was a beautiful thing, and so was he.

“This bento dish forms a complete picture in your mouth as you eat each sushi in succession.” Alex reflectively spoke. He sent a hand from his cheeks down to the dip in his throat with a gentle motion as he spoke, tracing his mouth and the chilled sensations lingering there fondly. His other hand rubbed slowly down his needy trouser sausage. He could feel precum staining the thin layer of cloth beneath his palm, lightly wetting his skin.

“Mmm, the second row is next.”

Surveying the next line of edible riches, he immediately could tell thanks to his expanding knowledge what lay in store for his taste buds. A type of sushi using vegetables, called “sushi cakes” in some circles. He figured no nori was used in them, but instead paper-thin slices of vegetables to wrap the sushi. Clearly this bento had no need for heavy, dark colors.

Digging in, Alex’s body was sent a chill once more and his moans cascading into a feverish pitch as he could no longer keep his balance. He spun himself around while pressing on his cock with both hands, feeling his warm filling spill into his pants. Leaning his butt against the counter top to keep from falling over, he spread his legs wider to keep balance. It was a tall task as both legs wobbled under the weight of the flavor’s assault on his psyche. One of his wet hands slapped onto the table and started feeling behind himself, finding another tasty morsel to devour, and with it came more bliss. Another dousing of cum splattered his pants, a trail starting to run down his thighs while he leaned back gripping with both hands on the table. Fluttering eyes made the bright lights from the ceiling drowning his vision look like the gates of heaven opening up to him. Pure… culinary… ascension.

Suddenly, a harsh pressure hit his torso, both of his sides feeling like they were being compressed. The aftertaste of the food still tantalizing his mouth, he could only reel under the pleasure, his legs shifting about, knees bumping into each other as they tried to keep steady. Pained, yet pleasurable cries were forced from his lips as the invisible boa constricted tighter, forcing his insides to shift and tighten into a smaller package, his body sushi being wrapped with care. Soon a crackling snap reverberated through the room as his spine adjusted into a more sensual slope and his sides pinched in, creating a tender, hourglass shape to his flattening core. His navel became a smooth, tasty dip fit for a chocolate covered strawberry to rest in. It was impossible for Alex to not think of his body as a treat at this point, imagining warm fondue flowing through the canals forming along the smooth, fit musculature of his belly.

The pleasure was starting to last longer than before, though it might have been that Alex had eaten so many in quick succession. This also hastened the changes too. He could feel not only his legs losing mass, but his feet as well, both shoes starting to feel a few sizes too large, toes able to wiggle and curl with ease. They felt smaller, more delectable in size. Oh how the thoughts of having such adorable candy’s sucked on excited him! Every part of him was becoming a succulent reward, a feast for the eyes!

“Hoooh yesss! Delicious!” Alex moaned, a confirmation not only of how much the dish had succeeded in its flavor, but how much he had succeeded in matching its elegance so far. Surely this was his fate for all those years of hard work and perseverance. Anthony saw his true self and through this dish was helping unlock it, the beautiful, master chef within.

His pulsating cock continued to cream his pants, his thighs helping in squeezing it out as they regained some of their lost mass. The pretty, smaller looking cannoli was given no room to breath as both of Alex’s thighs began to inflate with cushiony fat. As it emptied itself for a another brief moment, it yanked inward, the bulge in his pants receding as it sunk to where only the very top of the shaft, mostly the mushroom head, peeked from both thighs’ loving embrace.

As the pleasure started fading along with the finishing off his latest portion Alex spun back around in a panic, staring down the bento and blushing red.

“N-No! We’re not done yet!” She protested with a pouting puff to her cheeks while staring now at the third and final row of sushi, the loss of the change a great offense. She had decided and knew full well what she was, her mental gender having even changed in the revelation.

Alex wasn’t sure if this dish had been some creation meant for a woman teacher had cared for, some deceleration of love through food or if he had thought the beauty of gastronomy could not be worked any better, cut any finer than by the hands of the fairer sex, but it made sense all the same. She had been subtly thinking of women this entire time through the arousal and that couldn’t have been a coincidence. This confidence and beauty was made for gastronomy, it was time for a woman’s social and artistic touch to slice a glimmering new path. She was becoming a prodigy, a solution to a problem she couldn’t figure out yet but was sure existed. She was genius, beauty, eminence, she was… Alice Nakiri!

The final row, it practically screamed, “I’m the main dish!”

Alice gently slipped the first sample, an aged beef fillet sushi, into her mouth and once again it hit her like a wave. The two umani factors spread a resonating fervor through her mouth and outward through her body, causing her to let loose her most ear curdling moan yet. Immediately she could tell the blast of glutamic acid came from unseen tomatoes that were a component of the sushi cake. The chemical prowess and wonder of how this was pulled off stimulated her brain like pure fetish fuel. Teacher used a centrifuge likely, separating the tomatoes into pigment, fiber, and jus and all of it filtered to perfection afterwards. This was a work of genius, and that genius was passing onto her!

She hugged at her body tight as she felt the rush of culinary perfection grip her yet again, determined to change her. The energy seemed focused on two key areas, her bottom and chest, both beginning to rise like yeast. Her rump quickly stretched the space of her pants taut, the fat—while bulbous—tightening in order to hold a perky posture. Her ass cheeks looked like two succulent slabs of meat packed snug into a wrapper. Her chest followed suit, loose hanging female fruits rising upon it. Relishing every moment, she squeezed tighter as if she was forcing the growing masses out herself. Eventually they came to rest on her arms, reaching a size that would be envious to most with her body build. As they grew, they ripened as well, become soft and squishy to the touch, and touch she did, unable to resist tweaking the swollen stems that were her burgeoning nipples. Then even more came, a quick shiver delivering another shake to her new tits, and another growth spurt as well. They just wouldn’t stop, her succulent mounds stuffing their sack full and leaving creases running all across the front of Alice’s outfit between each breast.

“S-Stoooop! OHH!!!” Alice shrieked in ecstasy, even she thinking it might be time for them to halt as she gripped her breasts harshly to stunt their growth. They were more than satisfactory now, and her cock agreed, spitting out thick wads of thanks. Even as the throes of her latest orgasm started to fade, her cock wouldn’t stop, eager to discard whatever was left of her former self. She simply shivered and allowed it, gently moaning while her dick shrank after each dispelling. This tool was ill-equipped for who she would become, who she was. There was only one way forward.

Gazing back at the dish, Alice couldn’t believe there was one piece left. She was so close, but the taste was only amplifying after each bite. Feeling at her shriveled penis, she wondered how much more intense it could get. That is when she noticed her balls had shrunk as well, resting flat like when they are shriveled from the cold. The anticipation grew like wildfire from there, her heart racing beyond control making it hard to breathe. She eyed down the sea bream sushi before her with a sweating lust, noticing a small sphere resting next to it. She could tell that tiny sphere that held the shape of an ovarian egg was the final step in her awakening.

The moment it entered her mouth, the world went white. The sphere exploded and the residue it let free went off like a bomb upon her taste buds, a flood of flavor blanketing her tongue. This same explosion took place within her head as well, all thought becoming hyper focused. Racing in her head on repeat Alice could hear, “Concentrated stock, the sphere, concentrated stock, the sphere!”

She understood the method, and it was literally blowing her mind and eradicating her body of its senses. It was revolutionary to her, a darling of molecular gastronomy like she was becoming. She was the flavor being born from the sphere. She was but a child throughout this whole meal until now. Finally she could be born anew!

Her eyes rolling back from the unbelievable pleasure, Alice collapsed onto the counter, her body twitching with uncontrollable spasms as the dish fully enforced its will. Drool spilled from her agape mouth, face twitching and cracking, bones shifting unnaturally into new postures, lengths and widths. Through the madness though, beauty was springing forth. Her chin became more pointed and her jawline more pressed inward to line up a clean, feminine, triangular shape for the bottom of her head. Her nose became more pointed as well, the tip lifting up into a cute peak while the bridge narrowed, further accentuating it. Both eyebrows sharpened like thin, heavenly plucked daggers, and her eyelashes grew long and flappy, near the edges especially. Her plumping lips smacked together, kissing the fresh after scent of the dish releasing from her hastened breaths, a glossiness staining their curled splendor.

As sharp and intense as her visage were her cries, her octave rising into an elegant, piercing harmony. Her own voice was an angel reaching out from the blinding curtain of her awakening. Soon she would be awake from this dream, and the angel would be her, a savior come down upon the culinary world. This knowledge, this body, she was absolute perfection. She had so much to give now, so much to do, so much to—

“Cooookooohh!!”

Alice’s ball sacks violently stuffed themselves inside her, jostling around for position before picking a direction to the left or right. Once they nestled  towards each side of her further expanding hips they began to radiate a warmth and rattle. She could feel them changing, crumpling into new lumpy sacks poised for womanhood. The harsh rejection of their former selves elated Alice’s agitated cock, causing it to let loose all the remaining seed that the balls had sent on their way in. The string bean dick pumped out more than expected, a constant stream of white urinating out for several seconds before being cleansed. The clear waters of female purity now rightfully flowed.

There was a delightful emptiness lurking, building in the far depths behind Alice’s cock while she grinded the soaked, yet raw and spent appendage against the lip of the counter top. There was something very carnal about the emptiness and she could feel it creeping around towards her prostate like a predator on the hunt. Arousal spiked again, her g-spot sparked with unrelenting passion by the void growing within her. Her ass flexed as she felt the hungering emptiness devour her vulnerable, appetizing organ. It was too much for her cock to ignore and it sprang to alert in order to spill even more of Alice’s new, spring-clear fluids—the stain in her pants running all down the inner sides of her legs.

She could feel her prostate being sucked on like a treat, the succulent motions given to it molding it and stretching it wider. It was being chewed on like a piece of gum and flattened against an invisible tongue. Bigger it grew, pleasantly filling the needy space of her lower abdomen. Alice’s brain was unable to process the relentless pleasure of the forming womb as it burrowed its space towards the base of her cock. Once it slammed into her dick, a couple larger bursts of ejaculate came forth before things settled into the lazy flow from before. A burning tenderness bubbled up through her cock rather quickly after, the fluids reduced to a trickle as the hollow space inside her chewed open the skin between her legs, a pair of beautiful, velvet lips opening below her baby carrot dick. And veggies were on the menu, her cock quickly being drawn into the salivating mouth as it lost most of its defining features—no mushroom head or spongy skin, just a pearly smooth rod.

Alice lifted herself slightly, ramming the lip of the table onto her receding tip, which was now far more fiery with sensory bliss. The overwhelming ecstasy spreading out from the pathetic nub made it clear this was now her clit. Her grinding it against the table a few times as it bid farewell was enough to send her body into an enthusiastic panic, every muscle tightening and releasing over and over. A few happy squirts released from her cunt as the new clitoris nestled itself in under her folds. The stimulation was sublime and Alice couldn’t, nor did she wish to, hold back the coming tsunami.

“Oh fuck! Oh wow! T-This is! This is, gaaaah! AHHHH!!” Alice moaned unintelligibly, a final word cut away from her as the pleasure subdued her. Her body fell limp against the table, barely keeping itself on top of the counter. Minor spasms continued to shake her to her core even after the initial orgasmic onslaught had ceased. Eventually the word returned to her.

“...delicious…”

***

“This is crazy, What am I—?” Anthony relented, before being pulled back in by Alice who was stripping him down. Once he had returned to the room he had been met by the snow-white beauty wearing Alex’s attire. The confusion was only furthered once it was made abundantly clear that this was Alex, unless some crafty trick had been played by the boy swapping himself with some hot and haughty babe who knew of his times teaching him, of events only the two of them should know. Which totally didn’t seem in character for his timid student.

The most pressing matter however, was that he was giving into her temptations. After the explanations had been given, their conversations took a turn as Alice presented her teacher with a gift in the form of a single sushi. Alice bragged that through her genius she had perfected her teacher’s dish down to a single explosive sushi. Reluctant, Alice had forced him to eat it, and with the blast of flavor came a rise in his libido. Which had led to his struggles against her pressuring advances.

“Alex, or Alice, please stop this. This is inappropriate, ugh! “ Anthony protested, interrupted briefly by Alice gripping his large, erect cock.

“Wow, you’re big?” Alice praised with giddy approval, her eyes turning from their sharp slants towards a cute, open bewilderment. It sort of gave off the impression of mockery, but one could tell well enough that wasn't her intent.

“We should be finding you help!” Anthony insisted.

“Excuse me, but I don’t need help!” Alice replied, offended. Sensually she lifted herself up to eye level with her teacher. “I’ve gained all I need from you, Mr. Batali. You’ve changed me for the better, intentional or not. But I don’t want us to end. Let me thank you…”

Alice clamped down on the no longer struggling Anthony. He wrapped his arms around the half naked woman pressing against his chest. He was hopeless against this temptation, the food messing with the chemistry of his mind in some way. Thought that didn’t seem possible. What kind of food had he created that could possible have wrought this!?

Anthony grabbed Alice’s firm ass, making her reel back and squeal.

“Hey now! That’s more like it.” Alice cooed, ripping off her top and exposing her bra-less breasts. Their large, teardrop shape tantalized the eyes with their slowly swinging motions. Anthony couldn’t help but cup one as he laid Alice backwards onto one of the lower kitchen counters. The plush feeling was exquisite, far more so than any woman he had laid with before. Her body truly radiated perfection across every curve and with every touch.

Anthony lined up his throbbing dick against Alice’s slick folds, wet from the anticipation. He froze for a moment to think over things again.

“Come now, Anthony…”

She had said his name so intimately, with the soft beckoning of a veteran wife who had spent years of contented bliss with her man. Her playful cockiness returned to her tone once she had his attention.

“Dig in! I’m the main dish… and you are dessert.”

Alice initiated, thrusting herself into Anthony’s cock. It was finally enough to snatch all doubts from his mind. Once he was inside her it became as natural as cooking for him, each of his motions a calculated means to make Alice feel as satisfied as possible. It didn’t take long for it to prove effective, Alice drowning in the moment, gradually giving full command over to him.

Her ass bounced off and dragged against the stainless steel through the ever shifting sex, her sweaty cheeks leaving smudges across the surface. Alice held desperately to her lover’s sides as he throttled her, the pace quickening with every thrust, the warmth of the dick inside her smoldering ever hotter. All of his body was lit ablaze with an odd heat, an unnatural heat.

His body simply going through the motions, Anthony hardly noticed the slacking in his musculature or the thinning of his limbs. All he could focus on was the growing heat, the unbridled pleasure surging through him. It was bettering his mind as well, though the sensation there brought along with it something new. He could feel a sharpening of his culinary senses, thoughts of gastronomy becoming razor focused in a way that added to the excitement. Just as Alice had experienced before, his appreciation for the art was reaching a nirvana like state that brought with it an erotic fondness for his craft. This intermixed with his lusting for Alice to create an insatiable dish for the soul.

"O-Oh! Oh my, seems it’s finally s-started-dahh!” Alice moaned, feeling the tempo of Anthony continue to pick up, his body clearly excited. It felt wonderful to have her teacher like this, relishing in her body while he experienced the bliss he so graciously had given her earlier. She couldn’t wait to see what his desires would birth.

Alice’s concoction was working quickly and efficiently on him. He was looking very thin now, his outfit sagging on his body as he lost some height and his shoulders were pressed into a slender slope. Alice’s arousal tingled as she heard the pops and snaps of her teacher’s bones, his hips widening and the curvature of his torso changing into something far more delectable like herself. The coarse touch of his skin against her body was different now, a smooth, well-conditioned, creamy complexion covering his entire being, making each thrust into her blessed by a soft touch. Anthony’s fingers especially were manicured, dainty and pristine in their slopes. Their gentle, yet firm grip upon Alice’s hips gave her the shivers. She knew teacher was special like her!

During the haze of the sex and changes, Anthony’s mind pondered on his youth, of the things he would've done differently, what he could do with all this swelling knowledge and inspiration within him now if he had more time in which to apply it all. Alice was right, it was time for a new movement in gastronomy, and maybe a woman’s perspective was needed. Well, not just any woman, a perfect specimen like herself. At this alignment of thought Anthony could feel her chest expanding rapidly, two breasts thrashing to life underneath her loose top, reclaiming as much of the empty space as they could.

Alice gazed in awe at the expanding growth on her teacher’s body, delighted at their size rivaling her own. With each thwack against her ass too she could feel teacher’s thighs bloating in size as well. They were soon like fleshy pillows colliding gracefully against her. My goodness was Anthony hot, her moaning face softening and sharpening into a fierce beauty such as herself, but one with more oval eyes with purple irises and less feathered eyelashes, as well as a more distinct pointed nose, and also sporting longer, blonde hair that fell to her swelling butt, with side bangs that partially crossed her cheeks and went down to her neck.

Anthony looked in every way a woman now that rivaled Alice, except she still possessed a cock. That cock was bloated though, ready to empty itself for good of her masculinity. Both of her balls had already receded, jettisoning every morsel of male sperm they had left into her swollen dick. Anthony’s womb was nearly formed and it wanted her dick inside of it, tucked away where it belonged.

“Yes, yes! Let it all go teacher!” Alice moaned ecstatic, hearing the octave of Anthony’s voice rise into that of a haughty bitch like herself, though Anthony’s was the haughtiest of the haught, very commanding and brazen in its tone.

Alice continued to shout through the sexual feast, “We will usher in a new age of gastronomy! You and I are the royalty towering above it all! We are like sisters! Me, Alice Nakiri! And you… Erina! Erina Nakiri!”

“Oh Alice! Yes! Yes we will!” Erina blissfully agreed as she felt herself hit the precipice of her meal, letting all the male creme within her squirt into Alice’s pastry hole.

“Please Erina! Let me taste your divine tongue! I want to taste your god tongue!” Alice shouted as she felt the warm currents unloading into her. The god tongue was a nickname many had bestowed upon Anthony due to his impeccable way of superbly judging the quality and workings of any dish by a single taste. Alice wished to drown under its glorious might.

Erina granted her wish, planting a deep, tongue battling kiss onto her sister chef Alice as she continued to empty herself of her old life. Each eruption of white deflated Erina’s dick and slowly it made its way at home under her folds, her new clitoris sparking to life with even more intense pleasure. The ordeal ended with both women crying out in unison, their soaked, quivering flaps brushing against each other in a joint orgasm.

The two trembling lovers, self-proclaimed sisters, embraced each other as they recovered. Through their heavy breaths were a multitude of amused giggles. Both knew what lied before them. It was time the world was introduced to the true beauties of gastronomy.