Marzipan City, a place as colorful and chaotic as a spilled bowl of soup, was already buzzing with its usual morning madness. The sky shimmered in shades of pink and orange, and the streets were filled with bizarre, food-themed creatures going about their business,whether that business was selling screaming fruits, juggling sentient dumplings, or chasing runaway bread loaves.

At the heart of this culinary carnival stood Mung Daal Catering, an old yet sturdy establishment that had withstood years of disasters,many of them caused by its own employees. Inside, beyond the clattering kitchen and the overpowering scent of spice and sugar, a small bedroom door creaked open.

Truffles Daal emerged. And she was not happy.

Her frizzy purple hair stuck out at odd angles, her oversized glasses sat lopsided on her face, and her expression was that of a woman who had seen too much nonsense and expected to see even more before breakfast. With a loud yawn and a scowl, she stomped toward the bathroom, muttering under her breath.

"Another stupid day in this stupid city with these stupid people" She grumbled, kicking aside a stray sock.

She flicked on the shower and let the hot water pour over her, washing away (some of) her irritation. Next came brushing her teeth,furiously, as if her toothbrush had personally wronged her,followed by slapping on some moisturizer with the grace of a war general preparing for battle. Finally, she picked out her signature outfit: a green dress neatly adjusted around her wings and, of course, her oversized mushroom hat.

With a final look in the mirror and a resigned sigh, she muttered, "Alright, let's get this over with."

As Truffles stepped out of her room, she suddenly felt herself unable to keep flying, it happened yet large hips wedged themselves snugly between the doorframe, bringing her movement to a complete and sudden halt. She didn't flail. She didn't scream. She just… sighed.

With a tired, almost practiced effort, she rocked herself back and forth, grunting slightly as she worked to free herself. The doorframe creaked in protest, but Truffles had been through worse. Finally, with a satisfying pop, she stumbled forward, straightening her dress with a shrug.

"This dump truck is useless these days" She muttered, shaking her head as she trudged downstairs, if she got a coin each time that happened she would be able to retire by now.

The kitchen was quiet,too quiet. For a house that usually rattled with chaos, it was unsettling. As she reached the main table, something caught her eye.

A letter sat neatly on the counter, addressed to her.

She narrowed her eyes on it. No food stains, no crayon scribbles, no suspiciously bite-shaped tears. Clearly, Chowder hadn't been anywhere near it. That alone made it even more suspicious.

She stared at it for a moment.

And then… she reached for it.

"What's this?"

Truffles ripped open the envelope with the grace of a woman who had absolutely no patience left. She unfolded the letter, adjusting her glasses as she read:

Dear Truffles,

Had to leave town for a week to track down a rare ingredient! Shnitzel and I are off on an important mission,don't wait up!

Be back soon! Love you! (P.S. Don't let Chowder burn down the kitchen!)

Mung Daal

Truffles' eyes twitched.

Her teeth clenched.

Her grip on the letter tightened.

A WEEK?!

She inhaled sharply through her nose, her whole face twitching like a pot about to boil over. Not only had her husband left her alone with Chowder,arguably the single most exhausting creature in existence,but he hadn't even had the decency to tell her beforehand!

And another thing! It had already been a full year since Mung had done anything remotely "husbandly." No romantic dinners, no surprise gifts, and certainly no nighttime cuddles A.K.A SEX! Now, he just up and left? For a week?!

Truffles gritted her teeth so hard it was a miracle they didn't shatter.

With a deep, shaky breath, she crumpled the letter in her fist. Oh, when he got back, he was going to have more than just rare ingredients to worry about...For now, though, she had bigger problems. Like the purple menace that was probably about to wake up and make her life miserable.

Her day had officially gone from bad to worse.

With nothing better to do,and a whole lot to complain about,Truffles did what she did best.

She swore.

"Son of a soggy soufflé!" She snapped, pacing around the kitchen. "Of all the brainless, noodle-headed, irresponsible stunts! A whole week! A WHOLE WEEK! Leaving me alone with that walking stomach! I swear, when that old geezer gets back, I'm gonna"

She stopped mid-rant, eyes narrowing.

Speaking of that walking stomach…

The house had been eerily quiet all morning. Too quiet. That meant one of two things: Chowder was either still asleep (unlikely) or he was up to something (very likely).

"Alright, where is he?" she muttered, stomping through the kitchen. She checked under the table. Behind the fridge. Inside the cabinets. Nothing.

Then, just as she was about to start yelling, she noticed movement behind the main counter.

She crept closer, peering over the side. And there he was.

Chowder.

He was hunched over, his usual goofy grin nowhere to be seen. His pudgy little hands fidgeted against his lap, his fur looking slightly damp, and,was that sweat? The boy looked like he had just run a marathon, and knowing him, that only happened when he was being chased by an angry food monster.

Truffles raised an eyebrow. "Alright, what's wrong with you?"

Chowder flinched. His big, round eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again,like a fish out of water.

"Uh… uhm… Hi, Miss Truffles! Uh… uh… Lovely morning, isn't it?!" he blurted out, voice an octave higher than usual.

Truffles folded her arms. "Chowder."

"N-Nice weather we're having! Haha! I mean, look at all that, uh… sky!"

Truffles leaned in. "Chowder."

He gulped. "Uh… d-did you know that if you put a pillow in the oven, it,uh, never mind!"

Now Truffles knew something was definitely up. Chowder might have been an idiot, but he was a loud idiot. This? This was suspicious.

She placed her hands on her hips and stared at him down. "Spill it, kid. Now."

Chowder laughed nervously "S-Spill what? Haha! Oh, you mean like a drink? Because, uh, I definitely didn't spill anything,"

Truffles' eyes narrowed.

Chowder gulped again. Hard.

Something was very, very wrong.

Chowder still hadn't turned around. Normally, he was an open book,a very loud, messy, and illiterate book,but now? He was hunched over, back pressed against the counter, refusing to face her.

She crossed her arms. "Look, kid, I am not in the mood for your nonsense today. So you can at least do me a favor and explain what's happening."

Chowder let out a long, dramatic sigh, shoulders slumping. "Miss Truffles…I dunno what's wrong with me."

Truffles raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'wrong'? Did you eat something bad? Did something bite you? Did you finally figure out what soap is?"

Chowder shook his head. "No, it's… different." He hesitated, rubbing his arm. "When I woke up this morning… I felt weird. Like, really weird. And then, when I got out of bed, I noticed… I, uh…had something new."

Truffles' eyes narrowed. "What do you mean 'something new'?"

Chowder gulped. "It's… it's big. It's throbbing. And I don't think it's supposed to be this… big."

Silence.

For a long, uncomfortable moment, Truffles just stared.

Her brain whirred as the gears started turning, connecting the dots piece by piece.

Big. Throbbing. Larger than it should be.

Her expression slowly shifted from confusion… to suspicion… to realization.

"…Chowder" She said, voice low "Did this happen this morning?"

Chowder blinked. "Uh… yeah?"

There was no way.

There was absolutely NO way.

But what if,

No. NO. Not in her house. Not on her watch.

She swallowed hard. "…Kid. Turn around. Now."

Chowder tensed. "Uh… are you sure? Because,"

"NOW."

Chowder yelped and whipped around.

And then Truffles saw it.

She saw what he was talking gasped. Her hands flew to her face as she staggered back in shock.

Chowder's eyes widened in panic. "O-Oh no! It's bad, isn't it?! I knew it! I'm gonna EXPLODE, aren't I?! This is how it ends! I always knew I'd go out in a weird way!"

Truffles stared wide eyed. "Chowder…is yours?" She asked, pointing at what seemed to be a champion size erection protruding pretty easily since he wore no pants.

Truffles stared. Her hands were still clutching her face as she took a hesitant step forward, eyes locked on the massive, throbbing penis attached to Chowder's of all people

A huge, ridiculous, oversized cock.

She had seen her fair share of in her never, in all her years, had she seen one like THIS.

Chowder wiggled slightly, and his member twitched, before she realized, Truffles reached out and poked his member.

It throbbed.

"Oh!" Chowder lets out.

She immediately jerked her hand back. "Oh! S-Sorry" 'Its so warm'

Chowder gulped. "It's fine but Uhh…M-Miss Truffles? Why are you looking at me like that?"

A slow grin spread across her face. An idea had struck her at the moment, it was crazy? Yeah it was, but she was just so darn frustrating these days…this was a chance, one that she would take full advantage of it.

"Chowder" she said, her voice dropping into a low, almost mystical tone. "What's happening to you… is completely normal."

Chowder blinked. "Wha,REALLY?! I thought I was mutating! Or growing a twin! OR TURNING INTO A WERE-CATERPILLAR!"

Truffles shook her head. "No, no. It's something that happens to all great chefs at some point in their lives."

Chowder gasped. "IT IS?!"

"Oh, yes." Truffles nodded sagely. "This is what we call… The Trial of the Sacred Chef's Growth."

Chowder's eyes sparkled. "OH MY GRAVY! THAT SOUNDS FANCY!"

Truffles held up a finger. "It is. Very few are chosen for this honor." She paced dramatically, her hands clasped behind her back. "Legend tells of the great culinarians of old,each one blessed with a mysterious, new appendage that symbolized their readiness for the next stage of their cooking journey."

Chowder bounced in excitement. "DOES THAT MEAN I'M GONNA BE A MASTER CHEF?!"

Truffles shrugged. "Eh. Maybe. But first, you must prove yourself."

Chowder gasped again, shaking in anticipation. "DO I HAVE TO BATTLE A GIANT MEATBALL?! DO I HAVE TO WRESTLE A JAR OF MAYONNAISE?! DO I HAVE TO EAT A WHOLE TOWER OF PANCAKES IN ONE BITE?!"

"Chowder," she said, voice low and dramatic, "The next step to your ascension... requires great patience and discipline."

Chowder gasped. "OH NO! DO I HAVE TO MEDITATE?! I CAN'T SIT STILL FOR MORE THAN TWO SECONDS BEFORE THINKING ABOUT PIE!"

Truffles ignored him. "You must meet me in my room... in half an hour."

Chowder shuddered. "That sounds ominous."

"It should." Truffles turned away, hands clasped behind her back. "Prepare yourself, kid. Your training begins soon"

Chowder nodded furiously. "OKAY! I'M GONNA GO EAT GIVE PANCAKES TO PREPARE!"

Truffles smirked. "You do that."

She watched him waddle away, then turned back to the banana, barely holding back her excitement.

Oh, she had plans for this banana.

Big plans.

She licked her lips.

This… was gonna be good

*Later that day…*

Chowder, still in his predicament, waddled his way up the stairs. Each step was a struggle, the sheer girth of his "appendage" throwing off his balance. By the time he reached Truffles' room, he was already sweating again.

He hesitated. Something about this felt… weird.

'Oooh boy im really sweaty today'

But if this was part of becoming a Master Chef, then by gravy, he was gonna see it through!

With a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

A beat.

"Come in."

Truffles' voice was smooth. Too smooth.

Chowder gulped and pushed the door open.

The room was dimly lit. There was an air of mystery, almost like the moment before a big, life-changing event.

And there, sitting on the edge of her bed, was Truffles.

She smirked at him, eyes twinkling with mischief, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Well, well, well… you actually showed up."

She wore a lingerie of lace and satin, teasing against the skin with every slow, deliberate movement. The bra cups with a sultry softness, sculpting curves with the delicate touch of sheer mesh, where the fabric dares to be both revealing and supportive. The panties sit low, a tempting sliver of silk tracing along the extra thick hips, hugging close like a secret meant only to be unraveled.

Her smirk was confident. Too confident.

"So… what do you think?" She purred.

He blinked rapidly. His face was hot. His ears twitched "Uh… Uh… You look Great?" He squeaked. "Why are you dressed like that?"

Chowder had no idea why she looked so happy, but something about the weird outfit made him feel… strange. Like nervous-excited-weird.

"This is all part of it" She patted the spot next to her. "Now come closer and get in bed."

"W-Wait… I gotta get in bed?!" He squeaked.

Truffles nodded sagely. "Of course. It's tradition."

Chowder gulped. "I-I dunno, Miss Truffles… I mean… I don't…"

Truffles sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Chowder. Do you wanna be a Master Chef or not?"

Chowder gasped. "I DO!"

"Then get. In. The. Bed"

Chowder sits on the bed, stiff as a breadstick, hands clasped nervously in his lap. Truffles loom over him, her grin smug and knowing.

Truffles grinned. "Good… good… Alright, Chowder. Close your eyes"

"W-what? Why?"

"It's part of the tradition! A good chef must trust the process!"

Chowder gulps His ears twitch as he hesitantly squeezes his eyes shut. Truffles hums approvingly, then shuffles away. A moment later, there's a loud THUD! Something heavy lands right in front of Chowder.

"W-what was that?!"

Truffles grins "No peeking! Now, reach out and feel it. Tell me what you think. A true Master Chef needs good senses,this is a crucial test!"

Chowder, trembling, slowly extends his hands forward. His fingers make contact with something…soft. Round. Strangely familiar. He gives it a light squeeze.

"I-I-It's so… plump… and firm…"

Truffles nods "Mmmhmm. And?"

"It's… smooth… a-and a little squishy too…"

He kneads it a little more, face scrunched in deep concentration. His cheeks are burning.

"Ooooh yeah it is, now Smack it!" She said,

"W-WHAT?!"

"You heard me. A good chef must be bold. Slap it"

Chowder hesitates… then, with a trembling hand, he winds up and delivers a hesitant..

Slap*

"You call that a slap?! You gotta do it harder! Faster! Like it urges for it!"

"I-I dunno if I ca-"

"C'mon, put some passion into it! Like a real chef!" Truffles scream.

Chowder, completely panicking, winds up again and *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* Each hit sends a bouncy recoil through the mysterious object.

"OOooh Fuck…Now we're talking!"

Truffles groans in pleasure as it is revealed that all this time Chowder was groping and slapping her large fairy ass, red marks adorned her ass cheeks, her facial expression that of enjoyment.

"DID I PASS THE TEST YET?!"

"Worry not Chowder, this is all just the start, I will make sure you pass all the steps but keep your eyes closed and I promise to give you some cake after this"

"Oooh boy cake! I hope it's chocolate" Chowder said eagerly.

Truffles rubs her ass, biting her lower lip 'He really smacked my phat ass hard~Oooh yeah I missed this feeling,maybe he is useful for something other then eating everything'

Thanks to Chowder now Truffles was really in the mood for having some fun, sure one would say this is wrong but for her right now? All she wanted more than anything was to scratch that scratching scratch she felt inside.

'Lets see how hard this thing is'

Truffles eager hands then proceeded to touch onto the large purple throbbing cock, feeling just how rigid it was, feeling how much the blood being pumped there made it look so rugged, not to mention the smell, ooh it was strong! Just the way she liked it.

"Now Chowder you may feel a bit strange for a moment but trust me, its gonna feel real good"

She places both hands on his thick manhood, her fingers spreading out slowly, testing its firmness. She starts with a feather-light touch, tracing small, lazy circles with her fingertips, her nails barely grazing the surface. Before pressing her palm against the sides and starts rubbing in slow, deliberate motions,up and down, up and down,like she's massaging the tension out of a stubborn lump of dough.

"Ooooh~?" Chowder starts moaning.

"Ahh, there we go… nice and easy. You feel that, Chowder? That's the pent up energy responding"

"E-Energy?"

"Oh yeah. It's loosening up. Now we add a little pressure"

She tightens her grip ever so slightly, her thumbs pressing in firm, rhythmic circles. Her strokes become longer, more purposeful,one hand gliding up the length, the other following close behind.

'It looks so good'

She suddenly grabs the banana with both hands, squeezing it with confidence, her fingers pressing in just the right places. She rubs faster, then slows down, teasing it. Her movements are precise, calculated,like she's done this a thousand times before.

"I-I feel something building up,what is it?" Chowder said, his breathing getting heavier.

"I'm almost there Chowder, try to hold on a bit longer" She said with a smirk, still wanting to enjoy this a bit more of his tasty banana.

This time rather than stroking more of it she leans forward towards his member, puckers her lips and plants a slow, exaggerated kiss on the tip, making an obnoxiously loud MWAH sound. Then she pulls back slightly, smirking.

"Yeah… you like that, don't ya?"

She drags her tongue slowly along the length, making sure her exaggerated, cartoonishly loud slurps could be heard. She swirls her tongue around the tip, then pulls back, lips smacking.

"Mmm. That's the stuff"

She takes his cock in both hands, rubs it one last time for good measure, and then proceeds to slowly shove it down her moist hungry mouth.

"Whoaaa!" Chowder shouted, not knowing what was happening as his eyes were closed "I-Its so moist what's happening?"

'Damn, it's so much bigger than I thought.' She started moving her mouth up and down, sucking him off. 'It's unreal, has Chowder been hiding this?'

Never would she thought that she would be here with chowder in her room, sucking off his cock who just turns out to be really big, though she wanted him to have volume too, as she started fondling his balls.

"I-I CAN'T HOLD ON! OOOOHHH GEEEZ!"

And just like that the den was broken and Chowder unleashed a thick, whipped stream worth of cum that ERUPTS from the tip like a pressurized geyser, launching directly into Truffles' mouth at full force.

"MMMPH?!"

Her eyes went wide and her cheeks puffed out, her throat visibly working as she struggled to swallow the massive, overwhelming mouthful. The force is relentless,it just keeps coming.

"M-MMMHFF! GLLK! GULP!"

Thick natural protein dribbles from the corners of her mouth as she swallows frantically, it lasted for a good while before it finally ended, and Truffles removed herself from his hoseo f a dick. Chowder, who had been tightly squeezing his eyes shut the entire time, finally dared to open them. He blinks a few times, looking around, then down at himself.

"…Huh. I feel… way lighter"

He stretches his arms, rolling his shoulders as if some great burden had just been lifted. A sudden wave of relief washes over him, and he lets out a satisfied sigh.

"Wow! I feel so much better!"

Truffles, still standing there absolutely filled with his blast just now, stares at him, blinking. H

"Trust the process…'Good god, he came so much, its unreal' This was just step one"

Chowder, still riding his wave of post-banana euphoria, practically glows with newfound energy.

"Step one?! Oh boy! That means there's more! What's next, Miss Truffles?! That felt so good it was like when I first ate my first ice cream, pure joy"

"If that's the case then Close your eyes once more Chowder"

Chowder immediately obeys, shutting his eyes tight with a look of concentration.

"Trust me. You've come this far. Once we're done, everything will feel much better"

Truffles takes a deep breath, as if she's preparing for something huge. She slowly leans in, making sure Chowder's eyes are still tightly shut.

'Especially for me' "Just follow my lead, and we'll finish this, together. All will feel much better, and the problem will be…gone"

*Meanwhile…*

Mung and Schnitzel are sitting at a small, quiet fishing spot on the edge of a peaceful lake as Mung is lounging in a lawn chair, feet up, relaxed, with a fishing pole in hand, while Schnitzel is leaning against a tree, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed as he watches the still water.

The chef is leaning back, sipping from a thermos "Ahhh…this is life, huh, Schnitzel? Peace, quiet, just the sound of the water and the occasional fish bite. Now this is what a real vacation looks like!

Schnitzel looks over at him, his brow furrowed. He paces slightly, clearly uneasy "Radd Radda"

"Worried? About what?"

Schnitzel tilts his head toward Mung, his expression serious, though there's a hint of concern behind it "RADDA! Radda radda"

Mung chuckles, shaking his head, and reclines even further into his chair "Mad? Oh, come on, Schnitzel, she's not mad. Trust me, it's just how things work in a marriage! You leave for a week, do your thing, and then boom! you come back, and everything's fine. It's part of the deal, my friend. It's all about trust and space!"

Schnitzel eyes him skeptically, crossing his arms even tighter. He gives a low, frustrated growl and shakes his head slightly "Radda?"

[Mung lets out a carefree sigh, staring out at the lake as a gentle breeze rustles through the trees. He adjusts his fishing pole, clearly unbothered.

"Exactly! See, that's the beauty of it! A little time apart keeps things exciting, keeps her on her toes. I'm sure Truffles will have a great time keeping the kitchen in line and... well, doing what she does best"

Schnitzel grunts in a low, dissatisfied tone, then looks back at Mung, shaking his head. Mung just chuckles, casting his line into the water with a satisfied grin.

"Trust me, Schnitzel. You think she hasn't got everything under control? I bet right now she cant wait to see me'

*Back to Chowder and Truffles*

The bed in Truffles' room shakes violently, the sound of heavy breathing fills the air. There's an occasional loud thud followed by a muffled grunt. Truffles is moaning, clearly exerting a great deal of effort, greeting her teeth, the bed rocks back and forth as if a small earthquake is taking place.

'Fuck! FUCK! Ooooh shit!' She groans to herself.

Chowder, full of excitement, is moving his hips back and forth "Woah! This is incredible! I've never seen anything like it! I could've spent all this time without knowing about this feeling, I should've been doing this forever!"

After Truffles got a taste of what he could dish out, the next step she had in mind was to basically get on all fours, ask Chowder to hold on to the first thing he could grab and start thrusting with his new growth, turns out Truffles was not used to BIG BOYS like him in quite a while, and he had not just a lot of energy but he went all in with no mercy, treating it like a game.

Truffles, breathing heavily as he feels his member hitting her womb, letting out a shaky smile, sweat covering her brow. "T-That's right, Chowder! This is what step two is all about i-its a fun process"

The bed continues to shake, and Truffles lets out a particularly loud scream, as Chowder penetrates her from behind with increased speed, her large ass cheeks clapping all the time while his hands hold on to her hips, his balls slapping against her.

"Oh! Oh! AH! Ahhhn! Ooohhmm~Yeah just like that, show me what you got" Truffles said,biting her lower lips, hair totally messy.

"oOOOh Hamburgers! Its happening again, what do I do?" He asked,the feeling bubbling inside.

"Let it out, let it all out Chowder! Fill that hole with the hose with all you got"

Chowder's eyes widened as he looked at the ceiling, his face contorting with exaggerated effort as he yelled, "It's coming out!"

Then it surged with a force that quickly flooded Truffles' insides, causing both of them to let out loud, dramatic groans of pleasure. She could feel the pressure that went inside her, it was really intense and filling, almost making her think she was going to explode.

Truffles groaned, her voice dripping with exaggerated satisfaction. "It's so much~" She muttered as the water finally stopped, the boy's pipe giving a final, exhausted sigh.

Chowder let go of her and laid flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling, tired and wheezing. He was completely oblivious to Truffles' as he lay there, too worn out to move and see what he just did.

"I feel woozy~"

Truffles, also drained from the whole ordeal, took a deep breath and, with a playful smirk, gave him a thumbs up. "You did good, Chowder. Top-tier chef material, for sure."

Chowder's exhausted smile spread across his face, but before he could respond, he drifted off to sleep right there on the floor.

Truffles looked down at Chowder, her lips curling into a slightly mischievous, perverted smile. She crossed her arms, her mind wandering. "Hmm, if what he did today is any indication of what he can do, I hope that bastard husband of mine comes later than a week..." She chuckled to herself, already imagining all the things she could teach Chowder if he kept up this kind of potential "Plenty of things to show him, that's for sure..." She muttered under her breath, eyes glinting with playful intrigue.

A\N: Truffles here is in the style of Denizen1414 (there are pics of her in this style for real) for those who care hehe.