A Bowl That Satisfies
#86 of Patreon Reward Vignettes
Tenth vignette for FA: BasilSanguine , Once again at In the Mix.
Kerry is having a new chef, a bear named Chervil, try out by demonstrating some of his magic stew on Clover in his "empty" state.
Contains: Russian Accents, Cooking, Magic Herbs, A Goo Wolf, References to Vore and Vore Tattoos, Rapid Weight Gain, Rapid Growth and a bit of Implied Teasing.
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A rotund brown bear set a leather case on the kitchen counter and then dramatically opened it, revealing a number of small tins. The bear, Chervil, was amidst his demonstration for consideration for employment at In the Mix within the bar's kitchen.
In attendance was the bar's owner and bartender, an amber-colored gel wolf by the name of Kerry. Seated at the table beside him was the bull who had quickly become one of the most popular servers, Clover. The bovine had his cheek rested on one fist, elbow braced on the tabletop. He was empty for the first time since he'd last been separated from his partner, and as such barely reached five feet tall, even including his small horns. It was such a rarity that he was constantly experiencing hunger pangs... but the wolf said this demo required him to be empty....
"Now, what are those?" Kerry pointed to the assortment of tins within the leather carrying case.
"I know you are quite the mixologist, especially when it comes to potions..." The bear spoke with a heavy Russian accent, his brash voice as bold as his style of gesture. "I am quite the herbologist myself! These are my rare and mystic herbs and spices."
The bull scooted a bit forward into the table, sitting up straight once again. "And what are they for?" Clover asked... he was interested, yes, but also impatient to get to the eating. A chef demo and he had to be empty? He'd definitely be eating the results for Kerry.
Grinning, Chervil opened one of the tins and took a pinch of the powder inside, rubbing his fingertips together to sprinkle it into the steaming pot beside him. "I have noticed, friend bull, that you are so very famished! This mixture will solve that in a few bites!" He opened another tin, but this time sprinkled shredded foliage into the pot. He continued, adding more from different tins with practiced assurance. Then, he used a large spoon to scoop up some of the mixture, taking a sniff.
As the chef worked, Kerry took notes on a legal pad that was sitting in front of him, sniffing the air himself.
Placing the spoon back into the pot, the bear reached for a lidded pot of salt that the regular cook kept around. "Ah yes, the kosher-grind salt is very good for this application." Chervil commented, taking a large pinch and sprinkling it into the pot from as high as he could reach.
Clover swallowed a mouthful of drool... somehow, it had gone from merely the scent of a few ingredients boiling to an unctuous appetite-stoker in a few short minutes.
Chervil retrieved a small bowl that fit comfortably into the palm of his hand, bringing it to the side of the stew pot. He carefully ladled out a precise amount of the chunky stew into the bowl and then brought it around the counter to the table that his judges were seated at. The bear set the tasting bowl in front of Clover and pulled a fresh spoon from his chef coat pocket, offering it up.
Taking the offered utensil, the bull scooped up a bit of the thick soup, immediately putting it into his mouth. He exhaled with a weak groan, the flavor hitting as strong as the scent. It was cooked down to the point where he hardly had to chew at all, yet not so hot as to be unpleasant in the mouth. He swallowed soon after, already reaching to get another spoonful.
The brown bear backed away from the table, hands clasped together with a broad smile. He was watching the bovine's reactions, but also appeared to be anticipating something.
"It really warms you up..." Clover murmured as he put another spoonful into his mouth. At the same time the chair he was sitting on let out a creaking groan of protest.
"That is how you know it is working!" Chervil danced a bit in place, eagerly awaiting.
The bull's spine noticeably elongated, sitting taller in the seat. Clover scooped the last spoonful from the small bowl and shoved it into his mouth, eyes closed. His ample rear spread and overflowed from the seat of the chair he was sitting on, and the changes were only getting faster. After swallowing the last of his sample, the bovine's head shot up rapidly, to higher than the bear's head where he stood. The chair groaned in protest.
Kerry perked, watching as Clover finished growing... about nine feet tall if he was standing, wide, curvaceous hips, full belly... Uniform clinging and stretching as it was designed to... "Well... that's certainly some definition of sating hunger, Chervil."
Clover looked down at himself. He was his proper size... or rather, the size he was when he was full of customers. The only visual difference was that he lacked the stain-glass window designs of those he had stored on his hips. "Woah..."
"That would come in handy when there is no one around for you to devour, Da?" The bear laughed aloud.
"If it really sated my hunger that would get in the way of my job." The bull commented, poking his stomach with a bit of disbelief.
Kerry laughed as well, reaching over to pat his server on the side. "You go surprise JT while I talk to our new chef about scheduling, alright?"