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The Heavy Flaw of the God's Tongue
🕑 Added 2022-09-01 04:52:13 +0000 UTCNote: In accordance with Divine Jaundis Law, this fic takes place when Erina is over 18 - specifically when she is roughly 20. This also means that this fic occurs after the main story of Shokugeki no Soma (Food Wars) has concluded. There aren't many spoilers here, but if you don’t want to risk it, consider reading this fic some other time.
Oh yeah, and this was written with just three seasons of the show watched a few years ago and a summary of the rest of the show read. If anything is egregiously off, then sorry!
“Good morning, headmaster!”
“Headmaster, good morning!”
“Morning, headmaster!”
Erina held herself with pride as she walked through the halls of Totsuki Culinary Academy. She’d been the director here for over two years and the school had only improved. She had overturned her father’s corrupt and inept policies that valued results over all else, which had led to her students being far happier whilst also outperforming themselves in the kitchen every single new day. Of course, those same students would bow to her as she walked by in the halls. She’d had many people bow to her her whole life, but these bows felt better than any bow she had received as the God’s Tongue.
While tactfully ignoring something about an Ice Witch from down the hall, Erina kept on her way until she happened to pass by a practice kitchen. The door was cracked open, letting a few traces of the cooking inside leak out. When those traces reached Erina’s nose, she froze. That smell. It was so familiar for some reason - and not because of the dish that the scent belonged to. It was… nostalgic… and it made her mouth water as well, which was rare for someone with her palette. She needed to find the source of this smell.
The blonde director pulled open the kitchen door and stepped inside. A short white-haired student whipped his head around and yelped upon seeing Erina walk inside. “H-H-HEADMASTER!” He squeaked while animatedly scooping all of his stuff into his bag. “G-Good morning! I was just doing some practice before my food war later today and-”
Erina ignored the boy and looked around the room. No one else was in here, yet another cooking station other than the one the boy was using had been used. It had a large catering pot with a lid on, as well as a sizable lidded pan. She took a deep breath. The scent… it was coming from those, not from the boy’s cooking.
She glanced at the boy, who was still stammering on about something. “Who was using that station?”
The boy froze. “H-Huh?”
Erina rolled her eyes. “The other station with food remaining on it. Who left without cleaning up their station?”
“O-Oh, that?” The boy asked, pointing at the pot. “I think it was one of the teachers here since he helped me work through some ideas and he was really knowledgeable, but I’ve never seen him before.”
Erina’s heart skipped a beat. “His name. What was the teacher’s name?”
The student flinched at Erina’s sharp tone. “I-I don’t know! I forgot to ask! H-He had red hair though! A-A-And a white cloth tied around his wrist!”
TCH! Erina scowled and crossed her arms under her chest. That cocky redhead thought that he could just pop into his old school and do whatever the hell he wanted to, huh? The nerve of that bastard to-
“I’MSORRYIGOTTAGETTOCLASSBYEMISSNAKIRIIIIII!”
A whirlwind of white and blue rushed past Erina and out of the kitchen. The door slammed shut loudly behind her. Erina sighed and shook her head. She hoped that spineless cases like that one were a rarity in his year. She wanted the future of cooking to be filled with innovation and gusto, not…
Well, all that aside. It was time to deal with whatever that rat Soma had decided to cook up. How dare he show up, use her academy’s resources and facilities, and leave a mess like this!? He didn’t even have the nerve to greet her! How could he leave without saying so much as hello!? This wasn’t even the first time he’d done this, either! She was going to wring that second-rate chef’s neck the next time she saw him! Honestly, what was his problem!?
Erina stomped up to the pot and tried to lift it. What- it was full! He’d left a full pot of food here! What the hell, Soma!? Why had he left-
Suddenly, memories of some of Soma’s old ‘cooking experiments’ filled Erina’s head. She hadn’t stayed in the Polar Star Dormitory for long, but she’d still gotten her fill of those atrocities in that short time. Eugh. Erina shook her head. Surely that wouldn’t be why he left so much in the pot… right…?
Well… there was only one way to find out… Erina slowly lifted the lid of the pot, preparing to cover her nose, and…
The full-bodied aroma of beef stew flooded her senses. The lingering scent of this dish that had been pervading the kitchen was an insult compared to what was filling Erina’s nose and mouth now. Saliva threatened to flood the blonde woman’s mouth as she stared down into the vat of decedent stew. Before she threw it out, maybe… just a bite… or two…
Erina shook herself back to her senses. She quickly glanced around the room, as if double-checking to make sure that no one was hiding somewhere, then cleared her throat. She quickly walked back to the door, opened it, and took a peek outside. The white-haired boy was gone. No sign of Soma. No students, either. Classes had started, so this extra prep kitchen would be empty and unneeded for a long while. She ducked back into the room and made sure the door was completely shut. Then she used her master key to lock the door. Erina didn’t want any… interruptions.
The headmaster took another look at Soma’s cooking station on her walk back across the room. On a second inspection, Soma had actually cleaned up. Everything that he had used to prepare the stew and whatever was in the pan was absent, meaning he had cleaned and stored it. The fool had just left the food itself here for whatever reason. Hmph. What a wasteful man. He was just lucky that Erina was in a forgiving mood today. She would let him off this time since the food he’d left was so appetizing.
A quick search of the drawers at Soma’s station netted Erina a serving ladle and a large wooden spoon. She turned on the burner beneath the pot to a low temperature just to warm up its contents, then took a quick look at the pan to see what was in there. It was… empty. A vein bulged on Erina’s forehead. That arrogant, lazy little redheaded piece of-
Erina angrily shook her head. Why was she getting mad, anyway? He’d just forgotten to put a pan away. So what if she’d thought there was going to be another delicious dish in there? There was more than enough stew for Erina to satisfy herself with. She wasn’t a glutton, after all. She didn’t need this whole pot and then yet more food. It was fine. Just… fine.
The pot was warm to the touch. Erina opened the lid again and breathed in deeply. The stew somehow smelled even more inviting now that it had been reheated. Erina swallowed a pool of saliva and eagerly dipped the spoon into the stew, making sure that she got a good chunk of beef in her first go. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she brought the spoon to her lips…
Mooooooo!
Erina was in a grass field, frolicking with the cows. Carrots and potatoes danced around her as she laughed and played. Erina took a bite from her delicious friend and out oozed… was that honey? As she lapped at the honey and pressed a hand to her cheek as the sweet liquid hid a sharp bite. There was chili powder too, along with over half a dozen other ingredients that Erina could individually identify. The cow was swimming with all these flavors, towing Erina along in its rich wake.
The kitchen snapped back into focus. Erina’s face was flushed red. It was too good. Even with her divine tongue, it was just too good! How had that man improved so much over the years since she’d tasted his food!? Just what had he been doing all this time!? Erina’s stomach rumbled loudly. It wanted more. She wanted more.
Erina slurped down the rest of the spoon’s stew, then quickly dipped it back in for more. The beef and veggies were so well-marinated and tender that they nearly melted on her tongue, letting her easily drink them down as if they were just another seasoning of the stew. Erina’s eyes glazed over as her tastebuds became overwhelmed by the sheer flavor that she was indulging in. Oh, she wished that this stew would never end, that she could continue eating this tasty dish forever!
No matter how much stew Erina filled her mouth with, it just wasn’t enough. Soon enough, her blue director’s blazer began to feel snug around her middle. Erina ignored the feeling, hastily slurping up as much stew as she could. Even as her stomach within her blazer began feeling tight, she didn’t slow down. It just wasn’t enough! The stew was just too good!
Erina started to huff and pant as her blazer grew tighter still. She winced after a particularly big swallow pushed its way down her throat. She was so full… but it was so good…! Her stomach felt heavy and tight, but… it could fit more… she needed it to fit more…
*PING!*
Erina gasped as her stomach suddenly jutted forward. The shock disrupted her enough that she managed to stop herself from taking another heavy gulp of stew. She dropped the spoon and took a few unsteady steps back. Now that she was back in her own head, her stomach felt even tighter and heavier than before. She groaned and rubbed her gut. Oh, she was so bloated… her stomach was managing to match her breasts, which was no easy feat. It felt so hard, too, like the rind of a melon.
The ‘ping’ from earlier had been the middle button of her blazer popping off, leaving just two left. Below that, Erina’s white dress shirt was also straining, leaving swatches of smooth, pale skin exposed. Erina’s fingers passed over this skin many times in her quest to soothe her poor stuffed insides. She’d never eaten this much before in her life. She was beyond stuffed… and yet… that taste… it was still on her lips. She… oh, someone save her from herself. She wanted more. She wasn’t hungry anymore, but she still wanted to taste that rich, addicting stew.
Soma, you bastard. If Erina couldn’t fit into her blazer anymore after today, then she would have your head! How DARE he leave something like this behind for Erina to find!? Cretin! Lowlife! HMPH!
With shaky steps and deteriorating willpower, Erina returned to the pot. She gulped. She’d already eaten so much, but the pot was still over three-quarters full… Oooh, just why had Soma made so much of this accursed stew…?
She couldn’t resist anymore. Erina picked up the ladle since the spoon had fallen into the stew and cautiously filled the whole metal utensil with stew. There was so much stew in this one ladle that it made Erina’s taut stomach turn over… but… it smelled so good…
Erina sipped at the stew. The sip turned into a slurp, and then a gulp. Her eyes half shut as she reveled in the flavor once again. At this point, Erina didn’t care if she burst - she just wanted more. More of this devil’s stew that had stolen her tongue.
Each heavy ladle’s worth of stew seemed to stretch Erina’s clothes closer and closer to their breaking point. Her stomach started to gurgle at some point, which should have been a warning to stop but instead did nothing to deter Erina from her reckless feast. She kept bringing ladle after ladle to her mouth until, after a series of creaking-
*PING!* *PING!*
The other two buttons on Erina’s blazer, starting with the top one, burst off. The glutted blonde, instead of being shocked as she was before, instead let out a sigh of relief. The extra room was heaven on her poor strained tum. Now she could fit even more stew…
While one hand was constantly seeing to keeping Erina’s mouth full of stew, the other had taken to constantly massaging her flank in a vain attempt to relax her overstressed organs. It ran tight circles alongside her swelling stomach, which felt good but did little to relieve any pressure. The idea that her dress shirt was in the way didn’t even cross Erina’s mind as she gulped down a particularly potato-heavy portion of stew. She didn’t want to stop eating for even a second to undo her shirt since that would be a whole second that she wasn’t being absorbed by this succulent stew.
Such as it was, the buttons on her dress shirt grew further strained and the ominous creaking sound returned. Erina winced as a painful gurgle ran along her belly. Her hand broke from its circling to massage the front of her belly. She found a shocking amount of skin under her touch there, with even her full navel on display. Her shirt’s buttons were hanging on for dear life, but-
*PING!*
The shirt’s first button gave up the goat. Erin was again flooded with relief. Her stomach, after the slight jolt, seemed to tremble violently. A painful gurgle rose up in her belly towards her throat this time, and Erina froze, scared that her gluttony was about to reject itself and paint the walls of her academy’s kitchen a new shade. Her throat twitched. Something was forcing its way up through the vast amount of stew. Then, suddenly-
*HHuuUUOoOOOOOOoOOOROOROoOOOOOOOO-UUUUUUUUUUURP*
Erina’s spare hand latched onto the counter to support her bloated body as Erina panted and coughed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Oooooh, she was too full… her stomach was upset at her now… her skin felt too tight for her body underneath her taut shirt, and it was so warm and bubbly in there… *HIC-OOoooOOrrp*. Erina groaned. Then… she dipped the ladle back into the stew…
Erina was on a path toward disaster. She couldn’t rub her belly anymore, instead needing to keep her hand on the counter to steady herself as she ate. She couldn’t eat at the same egregious pace anymore as burps and belches kept getting forced out of her taut gut between every slurp - and as each burp erupted, her stomach would jolt and tremble, sending spasms of tension throughout the whole distended organ.
*PING!* *PING!*
Two more buttons pinged off into oblivion. This time, though, the extra release of pressure barely even registered in Erina’s brain. Her skin itself was far too tight for the small release of pressure from some missing buttons to do much good. She just kept eating, nothing managing to intrude on her mind other than the relentless desire to keep this perfect taste in her mouth for as long as possible.
Uuuuugh… She… she couldn’t… She couldn’t eat anymore… Not… another… bite…
Erina let the ladle clatter down into the stew, but it didn’t matter much. There wasn’t enough stew left to cover the ladle. There was barely a tenth of the blasted concoction left. Erina had eaten all the rest. This size of pot… Erina had to have eaten at least a hundred servings of stew… oooooh, her poor stomach… it hurts… so tight… so heavy… so hot… uuuuugh…
*HuuOOOOOOORP*
The taste of the stew came back up Erina’s throat along with the gaseous belch. Even when she was so full… when it was hard to breathe and it hurt to stand up straight… when her shirt’s last two buttons were hanging on by a thread and sweat was starting to glisten on her giant, distended belly… how…
How did Erina still want more…?
The exhausted director grit her teeth. She needed to be done. She needed to lay down and rest, but so long as more of this accursed stew existed, then she wouldn’t be able to leave. There was only one option left.
She just needed to do it.
Erina reached in, much to her body’s protest, and got out the ladle she’d dropped. She used the ladle to find the spoon in the depths of the stew and pull that out as well. Then… she turned off the stove, grabbed the handles of the pot… and lifted it to her lips.
She was so full. She was SO full. Yet, despite this, her mouth still salivated as the stew slid down the pot’s side towards her, and her throat still eagerly swallowed every bit of stew that began pouring into it. Erina groaned plaintively as she felt her stomach stretch. She could literally feel the stew pushing its way into her gut, could feel her skin tightening.
It hurt so badly, but it tasted so good! Tears dotted the edge of Erina’s eyes as she shut them tightly, willing the stew to descend into her belly as quickly as possible. She felt a few warm droplets splatter onto her heated skin as some of the stew leaked past the edges of her mouth and down off her chin. *PING!* another button flew off, this time the very bottom one. Now her shirt was just dangling around her, pushed open and aside by her own straining gut. A single button right below her bust kept the whole thing somewhat pulled together, but even that was starting to reach its limits.
Erina’s legs shook and her arms trembled. Her stomach was making ungodly noises. Her jaw was sore. She had no energy left. She was so close though! There was only a little of the stew left… Just a little more… she could taste the end… it was right there…! An ominous creaking was filling the room again, but Erina didn’t stop.
So tight! Oooooh, too tight! It hurt! Oh, her belly! Too much! It was too much! She was too full! Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh-
“OOOOO- *HUUUUURP*- HooOOOoOOOOO MY- *UooOOOOOOOOOORRRP*- oh FUCK, it hurts- *HIC-ooUUUoOOOORRRRRRP*”
A massive clatter accompanied the empty pot landing on the stove. Erina doubled over, resting a whole arm and her forehead on the counter while her other hand gingerly held the side of her gut as if to try and hold it together. She’d thought she was big before when her stomach matched her chest, but now her belly was FAR bigger than her chest even when she was bent over with her bust hanging down as far as it could while in a bra. Hell, at this point, it might even still pass them by if she weren’t wearing a bra. Her upper stomach also seemed to be far more swollen than her lower stomach, pushing up against her breasts harshly even when they were hanging down like this. She was just… so damn big…
Erina hiccupped and whimpered, and her stomach seemed to tighten. That creaking sound was still here. Was that really her belly? Had she gone too far? It hurt so badly- *HuuuOOORP*. Ooooh, it was only getting tighter! Why was it getting tighter!? Ooooh no- *uUUOoOORP* no no no no no-!
*hic-HUUROOOOOROOOOOOOUUURuuUUUURROOOOOOOOOO-OOOORORUUURP*
*PING!*
As the loudest belch Erina had ever heard in her life rumbled up her throat, the final button of her dress shirt lost its grip. Her shirt fluttered open and her chest bounced as it was freed. Erina sucked in a deep breath and belched again. Her ragged gasps had gotten easier now that her chest was freed, but it was still so hard to breathe. At least the creaking sound was gone, though…
Oh, fuck, Erina needed to lie down… but she was too afraid to. Her skin still felt like it might split apart at any moment if she moved at all. She was stuck leaning against the counter with her trembling legs. At least she had remembered to lock the door. She’d been worried about someone walking in on her eating Soma’s cooking and having to justify herself, but this was a whole different reason to be terrified of being seen.
*hUOoOOOo-uuuuUUrp* Oooh, please digest faster… it hurts so badly…
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And here's this month's exclusive concluded! Even if it turned out shorter than I would've liked, I actually think this one turned out really well content-wise. I got tired of the show and stopped watching, but Erina was always a character I enjoyed seeing even if she was such a jerk for no reason, so I was happy to give her some attention here.
Oh yeah, and attached is the pic that I used as reference for adult/director Erina. I'm preeeetty sure it's from the epilogue of the show, but I could also totally be wrong.
I'm not gonna talk about much update stuff here since I'll be making an update post tomorrow featuring the winners of the art poll. Look forward to that~. See y'all later!
Comments
Jaundis
You're totally right, I forgot to attach the pic even though I literally mentioned it in the afterword, heh. It should be attached now though!
SilvieSky
Buttons pops are one of my favorite stuffing tropes, so to have two articles of clothing and not just one get busted open by her swelling belly was just... so good~. Also, love how she was glutted but couldn't resist the temptation of the stew! Always fun to see a gal keep eating when she's already stuffed because the food is just too good. Another lovely story, as usual! (Not sure if I missed it, but there does not seem to be a picture attached.)
