#ff pufferfish

That was the beginning of havoc in Tierra that day.

Steak was probably the one that suffered the most for the first round of charms that day.

He was in the midst of a banter between Red Wine, Bloody Mary and himself again.

“RED WINE, GET OUT OF HERE, RIGHT NOW!”

The two of them had walked in on an opportune moment.  As per usual, neither of them had a clue about what Steak and Red Wine were arguing about this time.

“Steak, you ignorant swine!  You know nothing!”  Red Wine was occupied with attempting to pry Bloody Mary off of Steak who was trying to fend the both of them off at once.

“Ha!  But, what does Red Wine know~?”  It was unclear how Bloody Mary ended up in the usual fights between Steak and Red Wine, but as of late he seemed to cling onto Steak which made the fighting even more hectic.

“Stop dawdling and move!”  Red Wine grabbed onto Mary’s head and was pushing at him with a great force.

But of course, Bloody Mary was still clinging onto Steak.  He had his arms wrapped around Steak’s torso and his legs locked onto one of Steak’s.  Despite both Red Wine and Steak’s effort to remove him, he did not budge.

He was really latched onto poor Steak.

“Fufufu~.  Shall we then, Master Attendant?”  Milt held up a little charm which had taken the form of a crane.  A laugh was all the incentive she needed to send it flying off to the rambunctious trio.

They both watched as a soft light shone and the three of them stopped moving.

“What the hell was that?!”  Steak was the first one to break the silence.  But instead of his burly and deep voice sounding out, it was soft and higher pitched.

The light cleared away to reveal a smaller Steak.  A way smaller Steak.  The poor food soul had shrunk to chibi size and was dismayed at how he was now smaller than his own swords.

But once he got over that, he turned around to see that Red Wine and Bloody Mary were to where to be seen.  Until he looked up.

The first thing he saw was one set of huge ass racks almost sticking completely out of a red bathrobe, and Red Wine’s shirt unchanged in the 3D plane.

The both of them had undergone a gender change.

“W-what is this blasphemy?”  Red Wine’s tenor voice was not spared from the charm’s work.  He, or rather she, now had a higher pitched voice similar to that of his old master attendant’s.

“Ohohoho~.”  Bloody Mary accepted this change more easily and she knelt down and swooped up small Steak into her bosom.  “Now, now, it would seem that I’m more… equipped to take of you, aren’t I, Steak?”

Steak could not respond as his face was being muffled by Mary’s huge lumps of chest fat.

Red wine’s face was just as red as her food counterpart’s.  She dug her hands into Mary’s chest to rip Steak from the encapsulating bosom.

“GIVE HIM BACK!”

But Mary still held on.  “No!  I need him more than you do!”

“BLOODY MARY!!!”

“MMMMPPFTTT-!!!”

They could barely see Steak’s struggle with his little, itty, bitty arms against Bloody Mary as he desperately tried to escape.

“Aww, Steak, you’re tickling me there~!”

Milt burst into laughter with her master attendant as they quietly fled the scene to impose their wrath on their next victims.

Cue Tempura and Miso Soup.

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH MEN?”  Tempura’s voice was actually louder than the ‘Torment Steak Trio’s’.

“A MEATHEAD LIKE YOU WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND!”

A sinister smile bore itself on both food soul and attendant’s face as they took a quick glance at each other and nodded in silent agreement.  Milt’s charm made its way over to the bickering duo as well.

With a similar flash of light, Tempura found himself, or now it was herself, unable to argue her previous argument with Miso Soup as her gender swapped too.

Miso had a bright red face and was sputtering out incohesive words as Tempura examined herself in curiosity.

“I-I’m a woman now?”

“T-t-tempu-”

“AHAHAHAHAA!”  Both hands on her hips, Tempura stood almost menacingly in front of Miso.  “WELL, WELL!  NOW THAT I’M A WOMAN, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME, MISO SOUP?!”

“I-I-... T-there’s n-not a c-chance-”  Miso had a difficult time looking at Tempura now.  Underneath that huge ass rack was still the masculine meathead that was Tempura, right?

Tempura flung herself at Miso.  “ACCEPT ME!”

“NOOOOOOO!!!”  Miso for the first time, ran away from an approaching woman.  And it wouldn’t be the last time either since Milt’s charm did not wear off for a good while.

“AHAHAHAHAA!!!”  Milt burst into laughter at the results of her charms.  “THAT WAS SO FUN, MASTER ATTENDANT!”

She had to pat her attendant’s back in an attempt to stabilize both them and herself from the laughter that ensued.

“I HAVEN’T HAD THIS MUCH FUN IN SO LONG~!”

Milt grabbed ahold of her attendant’s hand whilst jumping up and down in excitement.  “Hey, hey!  Let’s do this again sometime alright, Master Attendant?”