Don't Beat Your Mito(Food Wars Tg)

It had taken every ounce of experience, every piece of her craft to assemble, and from the gasp of pleasure she heard from Soma, she knew that her dish had worked finally after countless attempts. She had finally beaten him.

"H-AHHHHN! HFF HFF whoa Meat Meat how'd you get so good?" She didn't want to say it had taken almost a month without sleep and her purposefully waiting for a time when Soma would be more exhausted than usual, so she just said, "skill." His own dish was excellent as usual, but he just hadn't been able to find the ingredients he needed to truly excel, also a part of Mito's planning after a busy selection process had left Totsuki's stores emptier than usual. All of this led her to this one singular moment of victory as she smiled, taking out a specially cooked dish for the loser.

"Oh uh... now that I think about it, what did we put up again?" He was always so carefree, especially around his friends.

"Oh not much. Just my fortune versus your right to go to this school." That seemed to swipe the smile off his face.
“Uh… that’s a joke right? Ha you almost got me Meat Mea-”
“If you want to still go here I’d suggest not calling me that.” Her tone was no nonsense, making Soma start to sweat.

“Well… there is an alternative where you could become my protege.”
“That one! I’ll take that one!’ Soma was so quick to take her offer, not even considering any of the requirements that’d bring about as Mito smiled, taking out a bento with something special inside.

“Oh actually I’m still full from your di-” Now that made her laugh, cutting him off as she shoved a prepared meat kebab down his open throat.
“Rule one Soma, as my protege, there is no insubordination. You eat when I tell you to and there’s no way I can have you be a part of my empire the way you are now. This should fix that.” He wanted to argue back like usual, but something about the spices was compelling, her orders to eat taking over as he swallowed the tasty skewer’s chunks in a few bites, feeling strange as his skin began to crackle like a bag of pop rocks dropped in vinegar. Mito started stripping him then and there, revealing his bare chest as every strand of hair seemingly burned in a puff of smoke, his skin tanning to a matching tan color in splotches.

“M-Mito what the heck are you-”
“Shut up Soma and take off your pants, I want a clear view of everything that’s going to change. Oh I should mention it now since it’ll be obvious in a second, but you’re turning into me. Don’t worry you’re going to love it, not like you have a choice, I’m sure you can already feel it eating away at your masculinity can’t you?” His body betrayed his feelings, cock erect as it slipped out of his boxers, tanning nicely while his face blushed to a deep tomato, his naked form shifting about uncomfortably as tiny moans and ekes slipped from his closed lips. Running a finger down his chest elicited another moan, this one less held back as his stomach was trembling under her touch, collapsing into a curvier, feminine arrangement as Mito fingered his lengthening belly button suggestively.

“I thought I told you to shut up? Is that too hard for you?” She pinched his nipples on the word ‘hard’ making him squeal like a stuck pig, his cock looking like it was ready to burst as they hardened against her nails, growing to thick brown nozzles. Soma’s lips were trembling, swelling as he tried to bite them shut, their pouting only accenting his pleasured face as Mito pulled on his nipples, breasts pulling out from her rough, forceful squeezes.
“Fine just let it all out, tell me Soma how does it fee-” Her order led to him screaming happily, interrupting her taunting as breasts swelled to large, milky f cups, the order to let it all out transferring to his dick as the overwhelming sensations from his groped breasts shot out load after load of cum. Soma knew this was bad, an unnatural hollowness growing as more testosterone was pouring down his legs, but his head shot back, the pleasure too strong as blonde locks shot out over his red do, taming it down to a golden bowl, with just one singular cowlick standing against the flow.

“A-AH PLEASE M-MITO-” She cut him off with a kiss, smashing their faces together as she could feel his bones crumbling under her influence, a few careful bites and sucks drawing in his chin and crushing his nose to shape.
“Mmm that’s a good idea Soma, you should be begging. And I know what to make you ask for. Until you beg me to destroy your cock, no releases for you, sound good?”
“What?! N-ohhHHHHHH~ FUCK!” She gripped his balls, squeezing them as the juicy sacks deflated, her other hand vigorously rubbing his shaft as all that cum surged into his shaft, swelling his cock to an absurd size. Pleasure kept building, some force holding it back as Soma’s balls began to twitch, pain seeping into them as they begged for a release that wasn’t going to cum.

“H-AGGH AHH*HHHN~!*” His eyes were widening to dark emeralds, their gleam masked by thickening lashes as he tried to resist, his face scrunched up from pent up ecstasy as his features fully turned to Mito’s.
“Say it Soma, beg me.” She increased her speed, not stopping till his slippery shaft was agitated into a light pink, warmth pouring off of it like a preheated oven.
“I’m waiting Soma!” Since his balls were basically crushed, her other hand was now assaulting his ass cheeks, massaging them into perkier, softer flesh.
“Come on, we both know how much you’re loving this, your stupid cock never even got half this hard before.” She could feel him ready to break, the final straw coming as she rubbed down his thighs, massaging the meat into truly prime cuts of beef, their overwhelming softness and plush fat wrapping around his cock like they were the coffin to his masculinity, his eyes shooting open.
“A-AAAAGGGH P-PLEASE MITO D-DO IT!” Instead of doing it she let go, looking down at him disappointedly.
“Aww that’s all you had in you? This isn’t fun anymore. How about I turn you back?” And right as he perked up, looking hopeful, she laughed.
“Just kidding, welcome to womanhood Soma.

She pushed it in, dodging the messy shots of increasingly translucent cum as he cried in utter ecstasy, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his tip slurped inwards, Mito wiggling her fingers for good measure as a torrent of clear releases washed away his spent sperm, pooling around shrunken feet to christen her new twin finished. Soma wasn’t in any kind of state to really respond, her mind utterly sapped of thinking ability, her body shaking after such a violent release of everything. Mito decided now was a good time to set up the final pieces.

“Your name is no longer Soma, it’s Nikomi, you are my younger twin sister if anyone asks, but you will still remember everything. Now get dressed.” She had a spare outfit for her new “sister,” a dazed Nikumi slipping on the fiery bra, a pair of shorts cut off so close to the base they might have well have been panties and a red choker. Mito personally put on her other accessories, playing with Nikomi’s body as the changed boy moaned, snapping out of it as Mito snapped the clasps of her knife holders onto their thighs.

“Wh-What did you do to me Mito?! How did you do this to me?!” She decided if she’d answer Nikomi’s questions or just make her squirm, deciding why not do both?
“Hmm I wonder how I did this, I mean I’d love to tell you how to turn back, but unfortunately this recipe is a trademarked family secret. Only blood members of the Ikumi line can learn its wonders. And you would have to cook it yourself, it is very specific and I couldn’t make one to fix you up.”
“B-But I’m your sister now! Wait… I’m your sister?” Good the conditioning stuck.
“Yes Nikomi, though only to the staff and students here at Totsuki. Dear old daddy would just think you are some kind of freakish outsider who happened to mirror my looks very well. But I did say I needed a protege, but surely you couldn’t demean yourself for my favor just to get your old identity back…” She waited for him to squirm, but he completely misread her intention.
“Hell yeah! So you do understand me Mito! Yeah that’d definitely suck but since you get that’s not for me, was this just some weird prank for all the club stuff I made you do?” God he could be such an idiot sometimes!

“Okay lets try this again, you’re going to be my bitch boy for the next few months, catering to my every whim, testing out new dishes and helping me with exams. I’ve already sent the staff notice that you lost our match and are helping out with my family cooking for the next few months. I’ll make it a few years if you do not step up to my expectations. Now I’ll ask again, surely you couldn’t demean yourself for my favor, JUST to get your old identity back.” This time it was clear this wasn’t a real question, only one answer possible as Nikomi swallowed hard.
“Y-Yes Meat Me-” Mito cleared her throat loudly.

“Um, I mean yes Mito…”
“Let’s go with Sishou or Chan if you want to feel more sisterly. Now, you’ve made quite a mess and it wouldn’t be fair to make your dear old sister clean up after you now would it?” Nikomi looked at the pooled cum, splattered out along the floor along with some knocked over bowls that must have happened during her pleasured flailing about. She almost yelled out that Mito had been the cause of the mess, but bit her tongue, holding back on making this situation any worse.
“Yes Mito Sishou. Where’s the mop?”
“How should I know? You find it.” And so her new little sister went to work, and all Mito could think about was how much fun these next few months would be.

Two Months Later

It all still felt way too awkward for her, the sensitivity, the way her body moved and reacted, the way her tight thongs occasionally slipped inside her slit when she walked leading to an awkward moan as she shoved her hands into her pockets, subtly shifting them and hoping no one would get the wrong idea. It wasn’t like she could avoid the stares either. Mito was a very attractive woman and he had to start getting used to wolf whistles and the occasional handsy pervert, though his knife was a useful deterrent for the latter. It would have been nice to also not have been made so submissive. A few times he had almost given in to some passing sexual advances, some part of his subconscious permanently fucked into wanting to be dominated. The things that would turn her on now were shameful, the worst time of it when Mito had caught her playing with herself, her senpai forcing her to reveal every lurid details of her fantasies before calling in someone to do them while she watched. Of course it had been Mito who had sent her out in this outfit.

Mito was sure taking this thing way past the limits of everything she could have imagined… and it sucked that her aggressiveness turned Nikomi on. Even now he was trying to ignore the horny stares of her fellow customers, her thoughts drifting off to daydreams of them taking her then and there and defiling- Argh she really needed to get Mito Sishou to lower the conditioning, maybe as a compromise if she did well today. Sure the school had supplies and Mito could just get all her ingredients airdropped from her family but noooo, Soma had to brave the public to get the ingredients, without a bra, and the thong was her punishment for balking at going out without panties as originally suggested. She could only imagine what people were thinking as she stacked her carry cart with stacks of meat and seasoning.

In the checkout line one person grabbed her ass, another intervened for her right before she started moaning which was nice, but then he gave her his number and tried to set it up for a date. She said she’d think about it while thinking about where to trash the number. God only knows what Mito would make her do if she found out someone was pining for Nikomi. Mmm and she’d be utterly helpless to resist any order given to… she really needed to get back ASAP before her body made her do something dumb. She ignored the lame sausage jokes the dorky cashier made and started walking back as fast as she could, knowing damn well her shorts were giving every horny passerby a tight image of her ass cheeks every time she took a step. She was flustered for at least a half hour after returning, much to Mito’s joy.
“Took you long enough sis. Be honest, you were loving the attention weren’t you?”
“Sh-Shut up! I just want to start cooking already!”
“Be happy I’m not punishing you for that. Alright lets see if you can handle the basics of this Nikomi.”

This was it, the recipe for her cure, the ending to her torture in sight. Mito’s rules were simple, if she could handle the tasting portion of the recipe, then she could start properly learning how to cook it. Apparently each person could instinctively tell how to adjust the ingredients to make the dish turn someone back into them. Unfortunately, it was apparently overwhelming to the person cooking it, the recipe so heavenly that it made her original transformation pale in comparison. At least that’s what Mito said, her excuse for why she constantly enacted her perverted desires on her cute little captive though Nikomi had her doubts. There was no way her recipe could be stronger than that moment when her cock had- Nikomi still blushed at the thought of how many times she had masterbated at that memory, her hips still sore from Mito’s gift after hearing of her fantasies.

She watched attentively, parsing out everything Mito was doing as she began spicing and saucing the meat, fragrant smells doused in butter rising up as the heavenly aroma made Nikomi’s mind swim a little inside of itself. Something about it was just so enticing, her nipples stiff as she fidgeted, her arms just happening to rub against them as she wiggled around, her snatch leaking more and more as her panties grew doused. Mito threw some knowing smirks her way as the aroma continued building, not commenting at all as Nikomi started rubbing at the heat between her legs, barely holding onto her self control. If this was just the aroma of it… N-No! She wouldn’t psyche herself out now besides how strong could it be-

“It’s ready for tasting Nikomi… are you?” A single skewered piece of meat dripped from a toothpick, almost the same as the larger collection that had changed her all those months before. God why did she feel so nervous all of a sudden, it was just a taste test. She’d just bite into the thing and then it’d be over, here it was already in her hands and soon enough she’d be back to norm-
“AH AHHH AHHHHHHHHHH GAAAAAAWD~!”

It was a new universe of flavor, the sensations amplified in her new body as the different flavor profiles passed her around, playing with her mercilessly as if she were a whore to the meat. Vines of herbs were coiling around her, their fragrant flavors tweaking her nipples, teasing her skin, spreading her lips wide as the spices kneaded her breasts, leaving her horny and open to the main thrust, the A1 beef sliding past her lips, ready to penetrate. As it slid down her throat, she felt like the entire animal was coiling up inside, traveling to her most sensitive of areas and expanding, filling up her pussy to it’s breaking point and thrusting in and out as she collapsed, screaming as her white shorts grew irreparably stained.
“M-MITOOOOHHHHHH~! H-HEEEELP M-EEEEEEEEK~!” Every cell was buzzing in ecstasy, fluids pouring out her vagina like a waterfall. There was no way she could focus like this, cook like this, her mind drowning in ecstasy as she came hard enough to make her hips sore from all the thrusting, enough fluid shooting out to make her dizzy with dehydration.

After a few minutes it finally abated, Nikomi sputtering like a fish on dry land, gasping for air as she came down from just a taste of the unfinished recipe, her path to being Soma that much further away with this failure. Oh god, what would she have to do to handle all of that?! Mito being Mito of course shoved another bite down Nikomi’s open mouth, a smug look on her face as her sister squealed and came.
“That by the way was for not telling me you had a little boy toy on the side. A number? My my, perhaps you never want to go back to being a man again, you did seem to love my gift a week ago…” Mito hoped for an embarrassed response, but Nikomi was still lost in the bliss of her cooking judging by how quickly her stretch of the floor was becoming a slipping hazard.
“Oh come on dear sister, this won’t do. You’ll never be able to handle this recipe if you stay like that for any piece of meat that slides down your throat.” Nikomi moaned, thankful for the end of her bliss but scared at how thoughtfully Mito was looking at that number with her phone out dialing.

“Don’t worry sis, I know of a surefire way to quickly get you rea- Oh hello? Yes it’s me from the store, I was wondering if you would be interested in some tender meat. Oh there’s more than enough for your friends too, bring them over with hearty appetites. You know how chefs are, give us some money and we’ll strip away everything, service all that raw meat hard from the fridge till it can give no more. The meat’s will be simmering and juicy by the time you get here and I know I can’t wait to have you all dig in.” Nikomi shuddered at what the night would bring, excited and terrified as Mito started going over what outfits would best garnish her role as “the main course.” She hoped this would at least help her training to be worthy of the recipe, her pussy throbbing from the phantom insertion, ready for more. She had a long way to go on her journey if she ever wanted to be Mito’s equal and return to her old self. Well that’s if she wanted to return by the time Mito’s training was finished…