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The Hungriest Prowler in Chaldea at the Edge of the World

I’m not a butcher, I’m not a Yid,

Nor yet a foreign skipper,

But I’m your own light-hearted friend,

Yours truly, Jack the Ripper.

-Anonymous

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The diminutive Assassin watched from afar as Ritsuka Fujiwara conversed with the purple haired Shielder in the hallways of Chaldea. Her large chartreuse colored eyes tracked them as they smiled and talked with one another, until they eventually walked out of the little girl's sight. Biting her lip softly she pulled her tattered black coat over herself tightly as she retreated back around the corner, the grey silver of her hair contrasting against the shade she was hiding in.

“Mommy...” the girl said, giving a dejected sigh, the faded marks on her face from wounds long past belying her otherwise innocent looking features. Lost in her own thoughts, the Assassin named Jack the Ripper silently hung her head.

“Mm? Mommy? You mean Master?” a young gruff sounding voice called out from behind Jack. She turned to see two girls around the same height and similar age as her. The one who spoke had the appearance of a frightening oni, horns protruding from her forehead that was adorned with tribal tattoos. Well, as frightening as one could look while popping pieces of candy into her mouth from a bag she had pulled out of her loose fitting yukata with those blood red colored claws of hers, using the other to brush the light yellow curled bangs of her hair out of the way. Both her hands and her bare feet had dark black talons, like a beast, that could easily slice flesh into ribbons. The bright gold of her eyes looked on inquisitively at the Assassin, who seemed to be struggling to recognize her fellow servants.

“Ah, Ibaraki. And...uh, you!” Jack said, pointing her bandaged finger at the other servant whose name she had clearly forgotten.

“It's Chacha!” the peeved Berseker childishly shouted, her lips pursing into an indignant pout. “You know, the super duper beauty of Chaldea!”

Jack just stared back wordlessly, tilting her head in confusion.

“U-Ugh, never mind!” Chacha huffed, as she removed her ornately designed helmet to scratch at her head in exasperation.

“We saw you starin' pretty hard at Master there. Was wondering what's up with that.” Ibaraki said, ignoring her annoyed companion. Jack watched as another couple of hard pieces of candy were crunched between the oni's razor sharp fangs.

“We were only looking at mommy, just like we always do. But it felt strange this time.” Jack said, eyes downcast as she looked at her feet.

“Strange?” said Chacha, confused.

“Like in what way?” Ibaraki added, crumpling the now empty candy bag and tossing it behind her without much thought.

Jack only shook her head. “Dunno. Normally we think about cutting mommy open and crawling inside...”

“Yeah, t-that sounds normal to think about.” Chacha said, trying her best not to sound weirded out.

“But now when we see her, we feel...different. We feel really funny inside of here.” Jack tried to explain, placing her hands on her abdomen. Immediately Chacha felt her cheeks begin to redden.

“Oh, I get it.” Ibaraki said matter of factly.

“Y-You do?” Chacha said, turning to look at the calm Ibaraki in surprise.

“Of course I do. What's there to get? You understand right?” Ibaraki said looking at the blushing Berserker.

“Yes! Naturally!” Chacha squeaked, her voice pitching upwards. “Chacha knows all about things like this! I'm a lady after all!”

“Mhmm? What is it?” Jack said, now curious.

“It's totally simple. She just wants to eat Master, that's all.” Ibaraki said, giving a cocky smile, sure of her answer.

“Pffft!” Chacha nearly spat.

“Ooooh. We get it now.” Jack said in awe.

“R-Really?” said a shocked Chacha after recovering.

“Yeah see, it only makes sense that having an empty feeling in your belly means you're hungry! And when an oni gets hungry that means it's time to eat someone!” Ibaraki boasted proudly.

Chacha wanted to refute what she heard, but saw Jack seemed to agree with the way she was smiling and nodding her head furiously. “But she can't just eat Master!”

“Yeah, that's true. We'd get in big trouble for that. That just means she should eat someone else instead." Ibaraki said, rubbing her chin with her clawed finger.

“But how do we eat someone?” Jack asked before Chacha could object to the idea of cannibalizing anyone at all.

“What, never done it before?” Ibaraki said a bit surprised. She often forgot not everyone shared the same palate as an oni. “It's totally simple. You just grab who you wanna eat, and then just-”

Jack watched attentively as Ibaraki mimicked biting down on something, showing off those same dagger like teeth that were more than capable of rending meat from bone. The Assassin tried to imitate Ibaraki, opening her little mouth and chomping at the air. Though she looked more like a fish gasping for breath than a man eating predator.

“Nibbling them to death?” Chacha said.

“Yeah, that's not gonna work at all.” Ibaraki bluntly said.

“Oh...” Jack said, crestfallen.

“Well, don't feel to bad about it, not everyone can eat in the same way an oni can.” Ibaraki said, trying her best to console the small girl. “Maybe we can just boil them in a pot or something.”

“Ew, gross.” blanched Chacha.

“Or maybe eat them in a way that doesn't leave such a mess.” said a haughty voice, catching the girls' attention.

Looking out from around the corner, they saw who had been listening in to their conversation. She was a small thin female servant, clad in a simple pink Chinese dress and high heels, her long flowing purple hair done up in twintails. Though her age appeared to be no older than Jack, she carried herself with the dignified manner of a mature Empress, a hand on her hips while the other was just below her mouth, at the ready should those smirking lips of hers open to deliver a laugh.

“Kufufufu, if you would like, I could show you just how to gobble up someone in a way that doesn't make you look like some barbaric commoner.” the Assassin named Wu Zetian smiled, as the other three girls looked on curiously.

---

“J-Just why am I here?” Illyasviel von Einzbern said.

“Shh!” Jack shushed. “We're trying to listen!”

“Thank you, my cute little pupil.” Wu said to a beaming Jack sitting on the floor. The Assassin of the Nightless City stood on top of her bed as she prepared to give her lecture in the ways of people eating to those who gathered in her room.

It was an odd assortment of students she had assembled. Alongside Jack, Chacha, and Ibaraki, Abigail Williams now sat among them, her interest having been piqued from overhearing their talks, excited at the prospect of the group secretly convening to discuss illicit activities. The mysterious waif from Salem was a good foot taller than anyone here, decked out in an anachronistic style of gothic lolita type fashion. Her long blonde hair was adorned with numerous ribbons and a hat, her frilled black poofy dress whose sleeves were long enough to cover her hands and its length coming down to just above her knees, showing the white bloomers she wore. Her shining blue eyes eagerly anticipating what Wu Zetian would show them as she sat cross legged on the floor, fidgeting.

They had also somehow dragged in the Einzbern duo of Illyasviel and Chloe, both wearing matching sailor outfit styled school uniforms, which Wu had insisted would add to the atmosphere. Illya nervously fiddled with her white hair, her red eyes darting from the bed to the room's door, as if she suspected they would be caught at any moment.

“Just relax already and go with the flow Illya.” her tanned skinned twin (in a sense) Chloe said, playfully poking the girl's sides. She promptly took the hair clip off her head, allowing her white rose colored hair to come undone and fall down around her shoulders to show just how at ease she currently was. Illya could see herself frown in the reflection of Chloe's purplish irises as the Archer looked back at her with a smug expression on her face.

“But Kuro, they're talking about eating people.” Illya hissed in a whisper.

“Yeah, that's right! Got a problem with my choice of diet?” Ibaraki said, leaning over and giving Illya a hard stare. The girl quickly shook her head and remained quiet, afraid she'd wind up as the first course.

“Now now, settle down little ones.” Wu chuckled, clearly basking in the attention she was getting. “I'm sure this is all new and exciting for most of you. But we'll get to the real super mega juicy bits in just a minute. First, I want to make sure I introduce my teaching assistant! Introduce yourself now. Hurry up.”

“U-Um okay!” said a nervous dark skinned woman sitting on the bed next to the standing Wu. Almost a good foot taller than everyone in the room, she had a very exotic appearance about her, matched only by just how little she wore and how explosively buxom she was. She felt herself blush as six pairs of expectant eyes stared at her enormous breasts that practically rested in the seat of her lap. “My name is Scheherazade, er, are you really going to eat me?”

“I didn't bring you here as an assistant to ask pointless questions, Schez.” Wu smiled through the slits of her eyes, making the tall Caster gulp and go silent. “Now, to get started, I'm here to show just how exactly to make a person your meal, and leave no annoying evidence behind! It's a trick any assassin worth their salt should know.” Going around Scheherazade, she placed her hands on the woman's shoulders as she stood behind her.

“This is wild.” Chloe smiled to a still anxious looking Illya.

“See, all it takes is just a bit of practice and a trick in manipulating the mana in your body. Though since you're all servants it will come easier to you than most normal people.” Wu continued as she began to remove the more extraneous part of Scheherazade's clothing. In the middle of disrobing her wriggling subordinate, she paused and looked toward the door. She gave a soft chuckle, as if she spotted something that interested her.

“Something up?” Ibaraki said.

“Just pausing for dramatic effect my dear banana.” Wu laughed softly.

“So you really are going to eat her then?” Abigail said, raising her hand as if she were in an actual classroom. “But, she's so, you know... so big.”

Scheherazade felt herself blush even harder. It was true, though she really did not like to admit it. She was one of the more, meatier, looking servants in Chaldea. Huge bosoms notwithstanding, the rest of her body was gifted with many plentiful curves, which only had been further made more generous thanks to several long stretches of lazy days spent snacking. As such, the Caster of the Nightless City was dwarfing Wu not only in height but in width too. It was no wonder that they were all curious to see just exactly how the small Empress was going to consume such a gigantic looking meal.

“Good observation.” Wu smiled as she playfully leaned over, resting her chin on the top of Scheherazade's head. “But you'll see in a moment that size doesn't really matter. Having the right angle, opportunity, and hunger is all you need to get a nice heifer like this down.”

“H-Heifer?” Scheherazade sputtered.

“Now, just sit back and watch okay? This first part is pretty easy if you see how it's done. Now, are you ready Schez? You better just relax and not do anything stupid like struggle. If you scratch my face I may have to get some of my toys out to tenderize you.” Wu warned.

“Just please promise me you'll let me out after this okay? I really don't want to dieermmpnhh?!” Scheherazade attempted to say, her voice abruptly muffled as Wu's lips quickly and surprisingly enveloped her entire head in one swift motion.

“Oh my god...” Illya gasped as she saw the small Nightless City Assassin quickly begin to swallow down the much larger woman, Scheherazade clenching her fists, trying not to fight back despite her instincts of survival screaming otherwise. Jack and the others stared in rapt attention at the the Caster being casually devoured while sitting on the bed, Wu easily sliding her shoulders into her widening mouth.

Giving an evil chuckle, Wu grabbed Scheherazade's bosom with her hands, causing her to give out a yelp while in the back of the Assassin's gullet. Another resounding swallow, and she managed to wedge those two wobbling fat orbs into her maw, stretching the sides of her mouth out momentarily before gulping then down. Already, Scheherazade was beginning to fill out her stomach, her upper half being dumped into the awaiting sac, splashing her face with the organ's juices as Wu moved about to get in a more comfortable position, her belly causing her dress to ride up as it swelled.

In no time at all, she was halfway through her meal, Scheherazade's wide hips being gripped by Wu as she carefully hoisted her up. Now being the one sitting on the bed where the Caster had been, she allowed gravity to aid in the latter half of her feast of storyteller. Wu's middle growing larger by the second, Scheherazade's legs weakly kicked at the air, disoriented from the awkward way she was being forced to curl up in the stomach. Smiling around her full mouth, Wu playfully twirled her hair around her finger as she craned her neck back and let Scheherazade easily slide the rest of the way down. With an almost audible squish, her belly rapidly ballooned far past her knees, nearly hitting Chacha who was sitting in front of her in the face with its sudden girth as Scheherazade was completely ingested, forced to curl up inside the small tight digestive organ.

“Fuuuu...Exquisite.” Wu exhaled as she flopped backwards onto the bed, allowing her now mountain of a gut to proudly stick up high into the air, her wide eyed students staring in astonishment at the massive Scheherazade shaped bulge that lay on top of the now glutted Empress. Her belly nearly dwarfed her own body, and the other servants could easily see the vague outline of Scheherazade squirming uncomfortably within the stretched pale skin, her smooshed face being crammed up against her own bosom. Daintily placing her small fingers on her lips, Wu's cheeks puffed up slightly as a belch rumbled in her throat. Groaning from the wonderful feeling of distention, Wu wanted nothing more than to just shut her eyes and allow herself to be carried away in the bliss of digestion. It truly had been a while since she last used this technique on someone, and it would seem such a waste not to enjoy it fully. Thankfully, her assistant made sure to remind her to continue her lesson to her eagerly awaiting students.

“Pppleefff leff mii oufff...” Scheherazade weakly muffled out.

“Oh, hush you. Don't spoil the mood.” Wu said, grunting as she propped herself up by her elbows, looking over the sides of her massive gut so she could see Jack and the others. “Now where were we... Ah yes! As you can see, even a big one like her can be eaten no problem. It just leaves you feeling a bit, urp... full, that's all.”

“Amazing.” was all Chacha could say.

Ibaraki nodded her head. “I figured it was gonna be this. I've seen big oni in my time swallow down people this way too. Though, I've never really tried it myself...”

“She just ate her. Like whole. We just watched someone get eaten Kuro.” Illya said, breathing heavily, as she gripped the edges of Chloe's shirt, shaking it with her hands.

“Yup. Pretty useful thing to learn if you ask me.” Chloe grinned as she watched Jack and Abigail poke and touch Wu's towering belly. Scheherazade was starting to panic, as evidenced by the way the massive bulge of the girl's middle thrashed about, making the two who were prodding Wu's engorged sides giggle.

“So funny.” Jack said, clearly entertained interacting with the doomed stomach trapped Scheherazade. “Does this mean you're her mommy now, since your tummy is all big and round?”

“In a fashion.” Wu chuckled, patting her belly. “I am certainly filled with life at the moment.”

Jack seemed pleased with her answer, smiling at the thought that now maybe the empty feeling within her could be solved.

“But it's only temporary. Which brings us to lesson number two. It's all good to have a nice meal, but if you're in a hurry and don't want some nasty interlopers ruining your dinner, it's best to hurry things along so you can leave without anyone the wiser.” Wu said as she placed her hands at the sides of her middle. “Now make sure you all watch real closely this time. You just have to concentrate, and relax, and let your body do the work. Like this.”

Letting out a long breath of air, Wu closed her eyes as the palms of her hands rubbed large circles over the form of Scheherazade. As the girls watched, they heard something inside shift, loudly. A loud, glorp, is what emanated from Wu's depths, and within seconds her gut roared to life.

“Mmmnnnpphhh?!”

Scheherazade tried to kick and scream, but by then it was too late. The churning in Wu's belly was furious, the pool of acidic enzymes becoming a deadly whirlpool as the large Caster's body was assaulted by the deadly stomach, feeling her body begin to soften, then melt. On the outside, they saw the contours of Scheherazade's form shrink away into nothingness, Wu's once bumpy middle smoothing out as the woman lost her shape, turning into an unflattering heap of swirling mush. The process only took a matter of minutes, and before anyone knew it, it was just as quickly over as it had began.

“See? Simple, easy, and very satisfying.” Wu laughed as she hopped off the bed, her stomach loudly sloshing as she did so. While not the hugely overwhelming burden it once was, her belly was still quite large, drooping past her knees like a pink overfilled sac. She made a show of walking around the room, her soft round middle bobbing up and down with each step, sending the watery mess of Scheherazade splashing about in her belly. Feeling full of herself, Wu stroke a pose, and in doing so, squeezed out a sizable pocket of air that shot out of her mouth rudely as a large belch.

“Oh, pardon me!” Wu giggled. “It takes some getting used to, but this way you can make your getaway and enjoy the rest at your leisure.”

The servants nodded their heads, more than impressed with their teacher's skills. There was one lingering questions on their minds however.

“Do you really think we can pull it off?” Abigail asked.

“Are you joking? I couldn't even call myself a proud oni if I couldn't eat one lousy human like that.” vowed Ibaraki.

“Oh, c'mon Illya, it'll be fun.” Chloe said, tugging the arms of the girl who was furiously shaking her head.

“C-Chacha can do it! It'll be easy peezy for me, just watch!”

“Us too! We wanna try too!” Jack excitedly chimed in.

“I'm almost moved to tears by just how eager my students are. It's only second to just how awesome of a teacher I am.” Wu said, making a show of wiping her eyes. “I have no doubt you'll all go put to practice what I have taught.”

They were about to leave the room, when Wu suddenly raised a finger. “However!” she warned. “There are limits to this technique, and you're all still greenhorns, so be careful... Or else.”

Silence briefly filled the room as the girls looked uneasily at one another, save for Jack who only smiled and titled her head, having no clue to what Wu was talking about. Eventually Wu waved them off, shooing them out of her room so that she could enjoy the rest of digesting the dwindling Scheherazade broth in peace.

---

It was easier said than done however putting into practice what they had just learned. They were, after all, not the most mature of servants, and had no idea how to actually hunt supposed prey down. A gaggle of young girls huddled close together wasn't exactly the most inconspicuous thing in the world either, and Chaldea staff and various other servants looked on puzzled whenever the group passed by, the girls inspecting them up and down as if they were appraising them.

“This is just dumb!” Ibaraki huffed, lips snarling in frustration. “Why can't we just grab the first person we see and eat them?”

“I'd like to see you try eating someone like Serenity then.” Chloe said, referring to highly poisonous servant that they had just passed by in the halls.

“Are you doubting the strength of an oni's stomach? I could chug down molten lava and not even singe my tongue!” Ibaraki said, glowering at the disbelieving Archer.

“Yeah, sure you could.” Chloe shot back, rolling her eyes.

“Maybe I should make you my meal, you annoying fly.” Ibaraki glared.

“Woah, hey! C'mon, let's just maybe cool down a bit. We haven't even been looking for someone to, ergh, eat for more than ten minutes.” Illya blanched as she tried to get in between the two bickering girls.

“Why not that lady?” Jack said, pointing toward someone walking down the hallway. While they were arguing, most of the staff cleared out of the area where they were at, leaving them mostly by themselves. So it was Jack who had noticed someone finally approaching in their direction.

A tall, elegant white haired woman in a long similarly colored dress that had trouble containing the generous bouncing of her chest, strode angrily down the halls. In her hands tightly clutched some sort of small mascot looking animal, a brown bear in a yellow almost stereotypical caveman attire, who she seemed to be intensely arguing with.

“Does she look good to eat?” Jack asked, looking at the group.

“More than good.” Ibaraki said, flashing an eager toothy gin. “I'm really impatient right now so I'm taking this one for myself. I'll show all of how an oni properly eats their prey!” The other girls didn't bother to stop the Berserker as she made her way toward her chosen quarry.

“I can't believe you, Darling!” Artemis huffed, as she squeezed the small bear in a vice like grip. “How could you go and feel up Da Vinci right in front of me!”

“It was an honest mistake, my paws slipped! So please stop trying to gouge out my eyes.” Orion said, trying to calm the highly jealous Goddess down before she ended up crushing his skull. Out of the corner of his eye he say a brief flash of yellow, and recognized that it must have been that young looking female oni. It was a useful skill of his that he had, being able to photographically memorize any woman he had seen, one couldn't be called a playboy otherwise. Ibaraki was out of his strike zone though, a bit too young, and flat, for his liking but she had her wild charms. Not that it was the issue here, as he saw she had a predatory look about her as she readied herself for a pounce, no doubt aiming for his lover.

“Ah, this could be trouble. I think you might want to duck.” Orion warned.

“Trying to change the subject, Darling!? I won't have it, you and me are going to have a very-Ahhh!” Artemis yelped in surprise as she was tackled out of nowhere by the charging hungry oni, knocking Orion out of her grasp, as the two females tumbled into a darkened section of another hallway.

“Oh geeze... She really slammed into her.” Chloe said, slightly impressed by Ibaraki's ability to take on someone larger than she was with little effort. The girls quickly made their way from their hiding spot to check on if Ibaraki was making good on her promise to show off her predatory capability. Though as they saw for themselves, Ibaraki wasn't lying when she made that claim.

“Gluurngk!” was the sound the small oni was making as she harshly grabbed and shoved more of the flailing Artemis into her jaws. It was a scene straight out of some antique Japanese painting, with a crazed looking monstrous creature hunched over her prey, flaming golden eyes locked on to the act of messily devouring the helpless curvy maiden.

“Helllppphhff!” Artemis tried to yell, her voice damped within Ibaraki's stomach, which already started to bulge out grandly from the hefty Goddess's body. She screamed in pain everytime Ibaraki cruelly grabbed at her with her claws or chewed at her soft body with those unforgiving fangs of hers. Artemis's shapely legs kicked wildly, banging against the floor, as she tried desperately to fight back from being eaten, but found it futile against the ravenous strength of the Berserker.

“This... isn't at all like what we saw with Scheherazade...” Illya whispered, shocked at the violent display in front of her. The other girls had to agree, as how Wu presented it seemed more, palatable, when the person being eaten wasn't putting up such a desperate fight. At the same time, the sheer viciousness of it was almost exhilarating for some of them watching.

“It's so awful. This is something only really bad girls do...” Abigail said, breathing heavily, hardly containing the crooked smile on her face.

They continued to watch as Ibaraki wolfed down Artemis, shoving those last bits of her protesting legs into her salivating maw until her teeth closed shut, ensuring the Goddess's doom. With a harsh gulp, the oni sent the rest of her tumbling down into her packed stomach, forcing Artemis into a cramped tight ball. Her belly was massive now, completely covering her lap and reaching far past her feet as she sat on the ground, catching her breath. Much like Scheherazade, they too could see the entire form of the woman's curves pressed up against the skin, her shocked face pushing out as much as she could in terror, trying to escape this hellish wet prison she found herself in.

“S-See?” Ibaraki gasped, grinning as she wiped her mouth. “Wha' I tell you, never underestimate an oni...Urrrraphh!”

Letting out an uproarious belch, one of Artemis's sandals flew out of her mouth, the soaked piece of footwear landing on the ground. Grunting, she maneuvered her legs around, getting a better foothold to which to haul herself up, using the Berserker strength of hers to easily lift the heavy girth of her middle, pleasantly sighing as her body adjusted to the sudden shift in weight. It looked even bigger as she stood, if such a thing were possible, the bulge that was Artemis jutting out impressively from Ibaraki's otherwise small frame as she proudly showed off her catch to the others.

“Okay, I'll admit, I'm impressed.” Chloe said with a smile.

Slowly sucking on each finger of her hand, Ibaraki relished the lingering taste of Artemis. “Mhmmm, I had almost forgotten how tasty humans were.”

“She was a goddess, I think.” corrected Illya.

“She's meat now. Meat in my belly.” Ibaraki cackled as she ran her hands over her abdomen's swell, enjoying the feeling of the woman's struggles against her palms.

“Um, what do we do with this bear thing?” said Chacha, pointing to Orion who was standing by them at their feet.

“Oh don't mind me. In fact I was just about to leave.” the mini heroic spirit said.

“Darrlllinfffhph hellppphhf!” Artemis choked out upon hearing her beloved's voice.

“Sorry babe, them's the breaks I guess. Don't worry, I'll be waiting around until whenever you get re-summoned again! Until then, there's plenty of other fish in the Chaldea sea, ya' know? Catch you later!” Orion waved as he bounced off with a spring in his step.

“DARLLINGGGHFH?!” the subdued visage of the goddess raged, the handprints on Ibaraki's belly angrily pushing out with all their might to try and and grab at their unfaithful lover, much to the oni's chagrin. She didn't realize what she had been missing up until now. It felt invigorating forcing her prey to submit against their will inside of her gut. This was the epitome of being on oni! Going forward there would be no other way she'd enjoy her meals other than through swallowing them whole and alive, kicking and squirming for her pleasure like this.

“Oh, she's a real fighter.” Chloe chuckled, poking the angry Artemis bulge.

“And a screamer too.” Abigail added, a cruel mischievous grin on her face.

Though as much as Ibaraki enjoyed the pathetic goddess's struggles, she figured it was time to silence her for good. Already she began to feel her belly begin to go into overdrive, instinctual memory kicking in from being full with human flesh. She didn't even need to put Wu's teachings into practice, this was all second nature to Ibaraki. She hadn't been the leader of the Mt. Ooe oni for nothing.

Despite her divinity, Artemis did not last very long. As soon as the stomach began pumping in and splashing her body with torrents of acidic juices she could already feel her form began to quickly soften. Outside the girls watched enraptured seeing the second woman in a day melt inside of someone's gut, the outline of the goddess rapidly losing shape within Ibaraki as she was turned into formless mush. The small oni smirked seeing the noisy woman screech for a final time before slumping into paste, her body breaking apart and melting away. Smoothing out, Ibaraki's belly soon started to shrink, as Artemis was sucked away into her bowels, nourishing the girl as what remained of the servant swirled down into her intestines loudly like a drain that had just been unclogged.

“Yeah, that's the stuff.” sighed a contented Ibaraki, rubbing her now smaller gut. Though not as huge as it once was, it still protruded out enough to be cupped in her hands like a round ball, Artemis having become a noticeable paunch for the oni.

“S-So that's all that's left of her now?” Illya gulped, her head almost spinning from the gruesome, yet mesmerizing, display of having seen someone get digested so quickly.

“Yeah, from goddess to pudge real quick.” Chloe smirked.

“I think I could go for another.” Ibaraki grinned, licking her lips. The taste of consuming live prey was starting to reignite her primal demonic passions. “I can't call myself an oni if I don't fatten myself up nice and good on some more ladies.”

“No fair, it's our turn!” Jack interrupted. “We wanna go next!”

“That's right, you've had your meal. Let some of us have fun now.” Chacha added.

Ibaraki gave out a snarl, but just as quickly acquiesced, shrugging her shoulders. “Fine. But hurry up will ya. I'm already beginning to get real hungry again.” Her stomach giving out a low burble.

“Then why don't we split up to help speed things along.” Chloe offered. “Groups of two would work nicely don't you think. Just in case one of use needs some backup.”

“Chacha doesn't need backup!”

“Well I'm sticking by you regardless. If you mess up that just means I get to have your leftovers.” Ibaraki grinned, playfully punching Chacha's shoulder.

“Mrrrr, whatever!” Chacha huffed.

---

So it was decided that they would form three groups of two. With Ibaraki tagging along with Chacha, Illya being assisted by Abigail, and finally Chloe helping out Jack.

“So, do you have any sort of plan?” Chloe asked, as she walked next to the girl. Despite being the same age and height as her, the way Jack composed herself, wrapping her coat around her like a security blanket, made her look smaller than she was.

“Plan?” the Assassin said, looking to Chloe befuddled.

“Yeah, I figured.” Chloe sighed. “Well, as someone who knows how to stalk and corner people, I'll give you some tips. First though, is to locate the right target. We gotta find the perfect snack for you, wouldn't want to upset your tummy now would we?”

Jack nodded, going along with what the tanned skinned Archer was saying even though she didn't really understand most of it. She followed her as they quickly traveled down the halls, carefully scoping out each corner, until finally they found just the right servant.

“Yeah, I think she'll do perfectly all right.” Chloe said, that trickster smile of hers appearing on her face. Jack looked over to where she was gesturing, seeing who exactly was on the menu that was meant for her.

Pink hair bouncing with each step, Medb confidently strode past them, not even acknowledging their presence. She had places to be after all, ones that might require the devious touch of the Eternal Lady herself. Taking her hand out of the fluffy white coat adorning her, she causally flicked her hair over her shoulder, making a show of it even though she was pretty much alone in the hallways.

“What a primadonna.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Well, at least she's the perfect fit for you. Petite, tasty looking, and that whole class advantage thing you have over Riders.

“Class advantage?” a puzzled Jack said.

“Look, it just means she'll go down easy okay? So you ready?”

“Sure am! Hey pink lady!” Jack loudly announced, tossing her black coat aside as she pulled out her knives and jumped out of the corner of the hallway. “Let us eat yo-”

“Ack!” spat Chloe, as she quickly yanked the eager Assassin back.

“Hm?” Medb turned around, thinking she heard something behind her, though saw nothing. Shaking her head she continued on her way.

“What the hell was that?!” demand Chloe.

“You said if we were ready and we were.” Jack answered.

“But you don't yell to the person you're gonna eat that you're gonna eat them.”

“Why not?”

“Argh, look, just do what I say and follow my lead okay?” an now exasperated Chloe said as she began to whisper in Jack's ear.

A few moments later, and again Medb heard something behind her, but before she could turn around the pattering of feet whizzed past her and then in front of her, as a small girl suddenly stood in her way.

“Hello!” the small Archer said, giving a wide smile. Medb only raised her eyebrow, not answering. “Um, you know this is where you say hello back.”

“Why should I? You're clearly in my way, you little gnat.” Medb frowned.

“Well that's rude. I just wanted to see what the queen of all lewd things was like in person. Gotta say, I'm not really that impressed.”

“Oh, how devastating! Some little whelp doesn't think too highly of me.” Medb said, feigning anger.

“Yeah, I didn't think she'd be so, you know... old.”

Chloe smiled as she saw Medb's eye twitch. It was always fun setting off hags like her that always thought so highly of themselves. As fun as it was though, this was merely a diversion. Quickly glancing her eyes to the ceiling, Chloe spied the carefully approaching Assassin. Jack, like a small black spider, crawled along above them, using her knives as a handhold as she stabbed them onto the tiles. The plan was to get the drop on the unsuspecting Medb, and all that was needed was the right position for the attack.

“I would love to teach a petulant brat like you a lesson, but you aren't worth my time.” Medb said, trying to walk past Chloe.

“No no, I'm sure I could learn a lot from someone as world weary as you.” she snickered, stepping to the left to prevent Medb from leaving.

“Just get out of my way you annoying pest!” Medb growled.

“Sure thing, just a tad more this way if you could.” Chloe said, nodding as she waved her hands.

“Hah?” Medb said, taking a step where Chloe was directing her. “What are you playing at now?”

Finally noticing that the Archer was gesturing to someone above her, a now very frustrated Medb looked up to find out what exactly was going on. She was treated to the sight of a small girl, mouth open wide, plunging toward her rapidly.

Glurmph!

“Nice.” Chloe smiled as she saw the head of the haughty Rider get completely engulfed, that once sneering face of Medb now locked in a expression of utter confusion as it bulged out from Jack's neck.

“M-Mmmphfh?!” she tried to shout out, but Medb's voice only came out as unintelligible nonsense. Quickly, her hands went to try and remove the offending servant tightly attached to her head, tugging at Jack's waist to try and dislodge her. The anti-female trait and class advantage worked against her favor however, just as Chloe said, Medb finding herself unable to pull Jack away. A muffled squeal of panic erupted from the small girl's throat as Medb blindly started to run, harshly bumping into walls as she felt the the edges of Jack's mouth began to encircle her collarbone.

Chloe found herself giggling, enjoying seeing how much the Rider was freaking out at being devoured by someone smaller than her, each gulp of Jack's inching her further down. She figured the use of gravity would be of massive assistance for someone like Jack who wasn't experienced enough yet. It was quite the sight all things told, seeing the proud Celtic queen briskly disappear into the Assassin. By now she was merely a stumbling pair of legs with a bulging Jack attached, the upper portion of her body tightly wrapped in that bumpy pink mass, the imprints of her hands uselessly pushing outwards, reaching toward nothing. Jack's small legs excitedly kicked in the air, as she continued to descend over her protesting quarry. Medb's movement were further restricted once the girl's mouth firmly clamped down on those meaty thighs that must have tempted thousands of men in the past. Still, Medb tried to resist her fate, feet awkwardly shuffling until Jack finally reached her ankles, giving a loud slurp of finality, her lips touching the cold floor. Then the Eternal Lady was no more.

Jack hiccuped as she carefully rolled onto her side. The huge fleshy beanbag of her pale middle lay on the ground beside her, pretty much dwarfing the girl as it jostled and shifted about with Medb's angry movements. Unable to move, Jack cradled the enormous round bloat with her arms and legs as she caught her breath, drool running down her smiling lips.

“So, how was she? Tasty I'm guessing.” Chloe asked, leaning over the prone stuffed Assassin.

“M-Mmmmhh...nnnh...” Jack happily mumbled, too inundated with the sensations of her first glut to answer properly.

“That's good. Though maybe we should move somewhere a little less easily seen.” Chloe said, as she grabbed hold of Jack's arms and began to tug. It took a bit of effort, but she was able to drag her gorged teammate into a nearby unoccupied room. She figured there Jack could digest in relative peace, once she got her bearings straight enough to put what she had learned into practice. Medb's struggling had all but stopped at this point, the Rider's body going still in the small girl's stomach as it awaited to be broken down.

“M-Mommy...” Jack drunkenly gurgled out through sleepy half lidded eyes.

“Don't think she was exactly mommy material, but eh. We're just getting started. Speaking of which,” Chloe said, rubbing her toned stomach as she peered out of the room, her eye catching a wandering servant floating by, “I think it's time I get one of my own.”

---

“Just eat someone already. I'm getting more bored than hungry.” Ibaraki yawned.

“D-Don't rush me! Chacha just has particular tastes alright.”

Things weren't going so well for the duo. While she had proclaimed an eagerness to land a meal like Ibaraki had, Chacha had no clue how to go around it, and her companion did little in the way of offering any sort of assistance. For now, they contended with just loitering around waiting for the others to show up.

“Just admit you can't do it. It'll be faster and less boring that way.” Ibaraki said, tapping her finger against the wall she was leaning on.

“Chacha can do it! It's just that, everyone whose walked by has been big and scary looking.” Chacha said quietly.

“Pah, if you were an oni like me it wouldn't matter how big or strong they were, I'd swallow them up all the same like it was nothing!” Ibaraki boasted, even though she agreed with Chacha on some level. Most of the servants they had run across had been the intimidating looking male servants. As much as Ibaraki prided herself on being a vicious demon, even she wasn't too confident if she could single handily take down someone like Heracles. That did not mean that she could not farm some enjoyment in teasing Chacha. “How about this then. If you don't eat the next person we see, you have to admit you just suck.”

“F-Fine then!” a flared up Chacha said, taking off her helmet and tossing it on the floor to show she meant business. “Chacha will show you she can be as mean and hungry as any dumb oni!”

It did not take long for a target of their bet to show up. A very pale skinned woman walked slowly down the halls, taking precise, almost calculated steps. She looked every bit like a Japanese lady of the court, clothed in the cocoon of the intricate fabric of a kimono. Even though she looked as delicate as porcelain, the sight of her made Chacha gulp nervously.

“A-A Berserker huh?” Chacha mumbled.

“And a demon.” Ibaraki added, smiling watching as Kijyo Koyo slowly approached their position. “So, you gonna chicken out then?”

“No! Chacha never backs away from a challenge.” she said, even though her eyes were wide and she felt a tingle of dread run up her spine. “Chacha will gobble that dumb demon up, gurgle her nice and good, and have her make me all va-va-voom and boin-boin!”

“Good, then go and chew her up already.” Ibaraki said, giving Chacha a swift kick on her butt, pushing the stunned girl out in the open in front of the soft skinned beauty.

“A-Ah...” Chacha sputtered out as she locked eyes with the taller Berseker.

“Hm?' Kijyo said as she looked at the small servant that popped out from the shadows.

Taking a deep breath, Chacha summoned all of the courage she could muster. “P-Prepare yourself! Nyaaaaahhhh!”

“W-What?!” the confused woman replied as she stepped back, baffled by the suddenly charging young girl. Her confusion may have benefited Chacha, as being caught off guard allowed her to be tackled by someone whose luck stat managed to be higher than hers. Both tumbled to the floor, with Chacha quickly grabbing hold of Kijyo's head, ripping the ceremonial headdress off of her. “Quit this at once!”

“She's got some courage at least.” Ibaraki smirked. Despite being smaller and weaker than the female demon, Chacha had managed to position herself in an advantageous leverage, and after a bit of a struggle, got to wedge her mouth awkwardly over Kijyo's head.

“Stoommmppfhhh!” the demonic Berserker tried to object as Chacha forcefully pushed her jaws over her face. It was obvious that young girl wasn't used to being on the attacking side of things like this, let alone trying to devour a person larger than she was, whole and kicking. Her amateurish predation aside, she was making decent progress, having already crammed in the woman's shoulders into her mouth. Not wanting to swallow all that annoying clothing, Chacha pulled Kijyo's kimono off of her, eliciting some muffled shrieking from the offended Berserker. She felt her face redden as she gulped down those soft mounds of the dignified lady's breasts. Just what would her auntie say if she saw her cute little niece with her mouth around the waist of a nearly naked struggling woman?

Kijyo's legs flailed uselessly on the ground as Chacha continued to furiously try to choke her down while laying on her side. The offending woman's hips had become quite the obstacle, the fertile curves getting stuck in her mouth, unable to be swallowed further. With Kijyo being halfway lodged in her throat, Chacha began to find herself beginning to starve for oxygen. Starting to become distressed, she slapped and pounded at Kijyo's generous behind with her small fists, causing the woman in her belly to let out a startled yelp from the sudden spanking she was receiving. Flashes of lights began to dance in Chacha's eyes, wondering just how embarrassing it would be for her to be found dead while in the middle of foolishly consuming her live meal. As her visioned darkened, she saw a familiar shape out of the corner of her eyes.

“This is kinda pathetic. But if let you croak here I might get in trouble. So don't say I didn't help you, okay?” Ibaraki said, placing her foot on Kijyo's backside, and giving a very forceful shove. Like a cork bottle, the woman came loose with an almost audible plop, her lower limbs quickly plunging down Chacha as the small girl took large grateful swallows of air, hardly noticing her bulbous middle ballooning out, tearing a hole in her clothing as the woman painfully curled up inside of her. Her hands weakly pawed at the enormous swell, feeling the shape of Kijyo uncomfortably squirm beneath the skin as she panted heavily.

“T-Told you Chacha could do it...” the girl said between ragged breaths, wondering in the back of her mind just exactly how Ibaraki made it seem so easy.

“Gratz I guess.” Ibaraki said, looking disinterested. “At least this means now I can go eat something more to eat. So just, hurry up and digest that demon lady.”

“Digest..?” Chacha gulped, looking bewildered. That's right, she had forgotten about needing to melt this woman she had made a meal of. But how? She wasn't really paying attention back when Wu was giving her demonstration, was it something she needed to do specifically to start the process?

“Yeah digest. Gurgle that meaty hag up.” Ibaraki repeated.

“O-Okay.” an unsure Chacha answered. It was hard concentrating, she had never felt so full in her life. She tried to get on her feet to maybe try and get those stomach juices flowing, though it felt like she was dragging around a giant boulder in her gut, even with her Berserker strength aiding her. At best all she could do was find herself laying on top of the Kijyo bulge like a sort of lumpy bed that constantly moved about from its upset occupant. She tried to focus, hoping to find that mental switch that would allow to her melt her prey down like Ibaraki and Wu had, but Kijyo's struggles only distracted her. Not to mention having to see that disconcerting sight of the woman's face bulging out one the edges of her belly, peering right back at her as her constant suppressed screams of rage filled the halls, nearly beginning to sound like a roar.

“Uh oh.” Ibaraki said, backing away. It was too late however, and before she could avoid it, she found herself being knocked back by the sudden force of a violent expansion. As she tumbled to the floor she could hear the surprised cry of Chacha who was unlucky enough to now find herself gifted with the addition of an extra nine hundred pounds of demonic dinosaurian meat in her gut. Though knocked several feet away, Ibaraki had to crane her head up just to catch sight of her vastly encumbered comrade who was stuck on the pink mountain of her own middle.

“Gunnnnghh...” Chacha piteously moaned, her head spinning from the shock of Kijyo multiplying in size as she reverted to her scaled monsterish form. Her belly was absolutely massive now, blocking the hallway with its girth. It seemed that the woman's gambit to try and pop Chacha had not exactly paid off, and while the girl was clearly in a world of discomfort, Kijyo was no less closer to finding freedom from her gastric prison.

As she stood up, Ibaraki saw with amusement Kijyo's vague outline, that dragonic snout of hers angrily pushing against her confines as she furiously battled her fate of eventual digestion. Chacha squealed as she was rocked from side to side against her will, her small hands clinging on for dear life as they gripped her stretched sides like she was riding a violently bucking bronco. The oni couldn't help but snicker as the poor girl was bounced and tossed around by her own gigantic belly, the meal she had made of the Berserker quickly developing into a terrible case of the tummyaches.

Chacha's eyes widened as she felt a warmth erupt within her. Both watched as her belly for an instant glowed a bright red, then ceased. Knowing that it would do little to try and contain it, Chacha opened her mouth wide and allowed the explosive beam of energy to shoot out of her in a very literal explosive belch, blackening the ceiling as it scorched along its fiery path. A final puff of smoke escaping her singed lips, Chacha slumped onto her own swell, breathing shallowly. The rabid efforts of Kijyo seemed to cease as well, having exhausted herself and now weakly twitching inside of the girl's stomach.

“I-Ibaraki, get her out of meeee...” Chacha begged, her hands weakly massaging her sore sides as it loudly began to churn, her stomach finally deciding to use this opportunity to try and break down the behemoth load of meat within.

“Only way is down, not up. Just be thankful she didn't slice you open.” a smug Ibaraki chuckled.

“Bleeergh...” Chacha groaned, sticking her tongue out.

“Good heavens, what is this thing?!” a voice from the other side of Chacha's belly wall yelled out, most likely coming from a shocked Chaldea staff member.

“Well, I think I better go catch up with the others. Later Chacha!” Ibaraki quickly waved as she turned and ran off to avoid the eventual spectacle the bloated girl was soon to attract.

“W-wait, don't just leave me hereeee!” Chacha wailed, her legs kicking uselessly in protest as she watched the traitorous oni girl leave her to deal with her gut busting situation by herself.

---

Placing her fingers to her soft lips, Chloe felt her cheeks puff up as the trapped belch rumbled inside of her mouth.

“Pwaaaah. That was certainly an experience.” she exhaled, a wide grin plastered on her face. She allowed her hands to carefully trace along each contour over the skin of her now widened belly. Leaning her head back against the wall of the room she was resting in, she admired the delicious view, or lack thereof, in front of her. A round chocolate tanned mountain protruding upwards from her reclining frame, lightly wobbling with her unfortunate victim's weak efforts to avoid digestion. A handprint there, a vague outline of a shapely butt here, and limbs pushing against their tight confines as her stomach rumbled pleasingly. It was quite the indescribable feeling, something that just observing it before did it no justice to how wonderful it felt. That deliciously oppressive weight pushing down from inside her, how the sweet pain of distention mixed with the pleasurable tingles of fullness, and of course just how wonderful it felt to completely dominate someone in this manner.

Chloe let out a soft, “Oooo.” as she felt her belly shift with her prey's restless movements. In a moment of serendipitous coincidence, her meal positioned itself in a way to end up looking right at her as Cleopatra's despair ridden face bulged out from the surface of her belly. “Well Miss Pharaoh,” Chloe smirked, tracing her fingers over the muted silhouette of the woman's lips, “how do you like your stay inside a cheeky little devil's tummy?”.

“Mmmnngffh...” was all Cleopatra could groan out. Chloe giggled, half tempted to risk pulling a neck muscle leaning over and planting her lips on that pained visage's own. Then again, Cleo had gotten plenty of kisses earlier, so there wasn't much need to spoil her further. She didn't think it would end up being so easy bagging her own meal, she did have her own special tricks after all, but this silly Egyptian Queen was almost a total pushover. She might have had airs of nobility around her, and projected some sort of outward arrogance when she was confronted by the pipsqueak of an Archer, but one assertive wall slam from Chloe's arm as she locked eyes with her intensely almost made the woman's legs into jelly on the spot. After that all it took was just a quick mana transfer to seal the deal. Not all servants were receptive to her kiss but love struck fools like Cleopatra were especially weak to it. Afterwards it was a simple matter of gulping her down with little to no resistance. By the time the ingested woman came to her senses, Chloe had already dragged her pharaoh gorged belly back into the room, out of sight and earshot from anyone that might have been able to save her.

Giving out one last tortured gurgle, Cleopatra finally succumbed to the younger girl's unkind stomach, her body going slack as it gave in to the pool of digestive enzymes surrounding it. “Aw, that's too bad. I was hoping you'd wriggle for me more, oh well.” Chloe smirked as she derisively patted the cheeks of the now stilled woman's face bulge, before placing her palm over Cleopatra's head and giving it a strong push, feeling it soften and break apart as it was shoved back into the awaiting pool of acids. Feeling another pocket of air bubble up in her chest, this time Chloe let the belch roll out of her mouth unrestricted, enjoying how crass she could be without anyone reprimanding her.

“She's gone now?” Chloe heard Jack ask. She couldn't see her due to the huge bloat of her belly blocking her view.

“Just about.” replied a smiling Chloe, as she rubbed the sides of her churning middle. “What a pathetic way to go. A so called queen of Egypt becoming some brat's tummy fat. Totally embarrassing. How about you Jack, how is yours doing?”

Jack hummed as she walked, or rather, waddled about the room. Medb had mostly become slurry by now, and had reduced in size enough for the small Assassin to be able to regain mobility, albeit awkwardly. Her belly now resembled an overfilled watery balloon than a lumpy mass that once contained the female Rider, each step she took sending the huge fleshy sac into a fit of loud sloshing, causing her to hiccup. Making her way back to the bed, she proceeded to sit on the edge of the mattress, watching as her middle jiggled about until it came to a rest between her legs.

“Almost done. But now we feel empty again.” Jack said, gently caressing her rounded belly.

“Yeah I figured.” Chloe yawned. “Well, let's take a short nap. Sleep off the rest of these hags and then maybe we can see if the others wanna grab some more servants to eat.”

---

Illyasviel von Einzbern considered herself an unwilling accomplice to this whole scheme. She had only been conversing with Chloe at the time, going about her day in Chaldea like any other when her troublesome half had noticed Ibaraki, Jack, and some of the other smaller servants crowding around Wu Zetian. Like a bee to honey Chloe had dragged her along to see if something fun was up, though what the group had been discussing was anything beyond what Illya could ever conceive.

If you're interested I can show you how to gobble up people nice and easy!

Such enticingly salacious words had certainly charmed the girls, and they had followed Wu like if she had been the Pied Piper. Illya however still found herself aghast at what she had been roped into. And as she sat on a bench next to her current partner in crime she wondered just how exactly she planned to get out of this situation.

“You seem nervous. Everything okay?” The Salem girl asked, as she absentmindedly kicked her legs.

The Foreigner servant, Abigail Williams. Illya had never really talked to her much, if at all. She always seemed a bit out there. It's not that she found her unusual or anything. Though her tentacled form always did squick her out a bit. She seemed like a girl much like any other, just that she kept to herself most of the time. Which is why it came as a bit of as surprise for Illya to have seen her join the group so enthusiastically in this bizarre activity.

“No, I'm okay.” Illya answered as she played with her fingers. “It's just you know, this thing and all. It's kinda weird right?”

“You mean eating people.” Abigail said, matter of factly.

“Y-Yeah.” whispered Illya, a bit shocked Abigail had said that loud enough without worrying about if someone would hear.

“And you're worried about it?”

“O-Of course! What would happen if we were to get, like, in trouble?”

“That's what makes it fun.” Abigail said, her lips cracking into a wicked smile. “Us being naughty and eating up Master's pretty servants behind her back.”

Illya decided to change her mind and came to the conclusion that Abigail was just as crazy as the rest of them.

“Besides,” Abigail continued, “I'm kind of tired of people saying I look like I'm made of skin and bones. I could stand to gain some weight.” She pulled up a portion of her black dress to show Illya her sides. True to what she said, she did look pretty thin for her height, the outline of her ribs easily seen on her skin. Still, for Illya that really didn't justify Abigail's decision, it seemed twisted no matter how you tried to spin it.

Their conversation was interrupted however when they saw that a fellow servant had wandered into view. Illya quickly shut her mouth, hoping that they hadn't overheard the ghastly things they were talking about.

“Oh, it's you two.” a blonde woman in a blue baseball cap said around a mouthful of food she was chewing on. “Whatcha doin' here?”

“N-Nothing Miss X.” Illya quickly stammered, “Just you know. Girl talk. I guess.” She stole a glance at Abigail, who had gone quite tight lipped at the moment. Illya noted how hard she was staring at the female servant, and it put her on edge right away.

Not that she couldn't blame Abigail for looking so intently. Mysterious Heroine XX was quite the sight for the two young girls. Being one of the so called Summer Servants, X's normal everyday attire was a swimsuit, and not much else. Now Illya was no prude, but it was awful distracting whenever one of these summer themed ladies was paired up with her in battle. So much skin showing, it was a little embarrassing to be honest. And in X's case, it was quite a lot of skin she was flaunting.

X was infamous in her snacking. Every time someone ran into her she always seemed to have some sort of fried treat or dessert in hand, munching on it. And her body definitely showed the results of a constant slovenly diet. Servants normally wouldn't gain weight, but with the constant influx of mana thanks to the Chaldea systems, a servant could find themselves adding on the pounds if they weren't careful. For X, she had not been very careful at all.

Her body wasn't the svelte shape that she had been summoned into any longer. She had gained a portly looking midsection, with her round belly hanging over the straps of her bikini bottom. The same was true for the rest of her body, having gained a considerable amount of pudge everywhere like her thighs and arms. Then there was the issue of her breasts. Illya blushed again trying not to gawk at those bouncing huge jugs that were barely being constrained in her top. X had certainly become quite the porker of a servant in her off time. It seemed like she would run out of breath if she tried to apprehend rouge Sabers in this condition. If she was self conscious about looking like she had doubled her own weight she didn't show it, packing away the fatty foods like she always did, much like she was doing now as she dug into the plate she was holding stacked high with pancakes.

“I'm getting awfully peckish now too that I think about it.” grinned Abigail, leaning forward in her seat.

“Please think about this!” pleaded Illya, tugging at Abigail's sleeves.

Ignoring her Abigail stood, eyes drilling holes into the large woman in front of her. “You know Miss X, if you don't mind-”

“A-Abigail!” Illya stammered, too afraid to see what would happen next.

“Would you please share of your tasty looking pancakes with me!” Abigail politely asked, causing Illya to nearly fall off the bench in shocked relief.

“Hm? Oh you want some?” X replied, with Abigail nodding profusely. Illya clutched at her chest as she breathed heavily, this was all too much for her to take. Though, if she were honest, she could see why Abigail seemed so taken by the breakfast item. They were pretty enticing looking, very fluffy looking thick circles of cooked batter topped with a nice nob of golden butter, and absolutely drenched in a generous amount of syrup. It almost made her want to take a bite herself.

“I looove pancakes. And I haven't eaten since breakfast...” Abigail said, rubbing her stomach.

“Hmmm. Well, sharing one wouldn't hurt...” X said, looking at her plate. She began try and figure out how exactly she was gonna divide and give Abigail one, she hadn't brought any extra plates or utensils with her. So she wound up awkwardly trying to cut into one with the fork in her hand as she juggled the plate with the other. Now X wasn't clumsy, at least not in any way more than the average person, but she often never thought or planned ahead. So she didn't account for the force she was applying to her pancake distribution, and wound up having the plate tip over, spilling them all over the top of her breasts.

“A-Ah.” Illya gasped, seeing the stack of pancakes neatly flop over all over X's large chest, the syrup practically pooling into her cleavage.

“Ack, dammit! My pancakes!” X said, clearly more upset over the loss of her food than the mess she made all over herself. “I really wanted to eat those.”

“Haaaaa...haaaa...” Abigail panted, gawking at how the butter began to melt from X's body heat. “D-Don't worry, we can still eat those pancakes....”

Illya's eyes bulged as she saw a tiny black keyhole appear in the middle of Abigail's forehead. Before she could even let out a squeak of a warning, she felt herself suddenly constricted by a massive dark tentacle appearing from a gap in space. As she was lifted up into the air, she saw that X too had been similarly entangled in Abigail's cephalopod like appendages she had summoned. Though it took at least two tentacles to full wrap around X's meaty form.

By now Abigail had shed her clothing, appearing in her more visually pale form. Her eyes, including the third one that manifested within the void of the keyhole inside her forehead, glowed crimson instead of their usual blue, and her blonde hair turned into a shocking shade of silver. She was right in that her body looked almost abnormally thin, but with the way she was gazing at the trapped X, Illya kind of knew that she probably wouldn't be very underweight for long.

X for her part, tried to struggle, but the tentacles were far too strong, unable to fight back properly thanks to a severe lack of exercise. Abigail made sure to cover both her and Illya's mouths too, to prevent any protesting yells that might attract unnecessary attention. The pancakes, the objects of Abigail's desire, were smooshed all over X's body, totally covering her in head to toe with the sticky mess of syrup. Her eyes widened as she felt herself begin to inch closer to the Eldritch looking girl.

“Over the lips...” Abigail began as if she were reciting an incantation, smiling as she showed off her impressive row of sharp looking teeth.

X tried to scream, but the tentacles covering her mouth made sure to mute whatever she was trying to say.

“Past the gums...” X was nearly inches away now, and Abigail licked her lips expectantly.

Illya tried to use her strength to break free, but she was as powerless as X. Without her wand which she had left in her room, she was as weak as any normal looking young girl.

“Look out tummy...” Abigail's mouth opened wide as she used her hands to guide X ever closer. “Cuz here she comes!”

With a thrust her tentacles shoved X into her salivating maw, almost knocking Abigail backwards with the force of it. X's head was pushed right into the girl's throat in one swift motion, and soon began to feel Abigail's esophagus eagerly tug at her, trying to pull her in deeper.

Illya watched in shocked astonishment at how Abigail was manhandling her fellow Foreigner, the tentacles trying to cram in the plump servant as quickly as possible, without any sort of delicacy.

Abigail's eyes glazed over, rolling white as she moaned in ecstasy over this syrupy covered ham that she was tasting. Not content at how the speed of things were going, she gripped at X's love-handles and tried to pull her in tandem with the thrusting motions of her tentacles. X's bound legs tried to kick for all their worth as she was devoured messily by this ravenous girl. Illya gulped in awe as she saw Abigail's throat and chest obscenely swell from X's huge body as she traveled toward her awaiting stomach. With a heart wrenching glurk coming from Abigail's gullet, the last of X plummeted down into her belly with all the force of a cannonball being dropped from the air. The huge glut of her middle for a moment touched the ground from its momentum and then bounced back up again as it fully accepted its nearly three hundred pound meal of pancake covered Mysterious Heroine XX.

Abigail looked almost comical, that rail thin body of hers, dwarfed by the turgid mass of X curled up within her gut, her frantically squirming form visible beneath the all too stretched skin. It took her freed up tentacles to keep her standing, the burden clearly too much for Abigail to stand up under her own power now that she easily quadrupled her own weight in an instant. Carefully, they eased her back onto the bench, where she slumped down, relieved and exhausted. Her tongue rolled out of her syrup smeared mouth as she panted, allowing a shallow reverberating belch to escape her lips, groaning from the impressive distention hanging between her spread legs.

Despite Abigail's appallingly glutted state, she still managed to keep Illya stuck in tentacle limbo, the girl almost beside herself at what she had just witnessed. To think someone as frail looking as Abigail was capable of choking down someone of X's size was fearfully astounding. Even as painfully gorged as Abigail appeared, there was no mistaking the total look of bliss on her face, moaning as she traced her fingers over the bulges X was making as she jostled about inside her belly.

“I can't move...” Abigail brokenly giggled, her head weakly resting on her shoulder as she looked up at Illya. “She's gonna make me really chubby isn't she?”

“Um, I guess.” Illya said, finally managing to free her mouth. “Do you mind letting me go now please.”

“Now why would I do that?” Abigail smiled, showing her sharp canines again as she started to bring Illya closer.

“A-Abigail?!” Illya gasped, feeling herself panic.

“You can call me Abby, we're friends now right?”

“Abby. Please don't hurt me.” Illya gulped.

Abigail tried not to laugh, she didn't want to upset her packed belly, but she still chuckled at seeing Illya's frightened face. “You're really funny Illya. I just wanted to help out and get you a tasty meal like I did.”

“I don't really want to eat anyone.” Illya repeated, though she felt like she wasn't being given an option here to decline.

“Oh don't worry Illya. You'll really love it, trust me okay? I'll help make it as easy as possible.” Abigail said as she lifted a finger up. Illya tried to refuse but felt her chin be pulled down by the tip of the tentacle holding on to her.

“Ahhh?!” Illya gasped as something opened up in front of her mouth. It must have been one of Abigail's portals that she used to summon things with, but why so close to her?

The answer was made clear in a moment as something wormed it way over her tongue. Tears welling up in her eyes she felt her jaw unnaturally unhinge as her mouth begin to fill with something far too big, and alive.

“There we go. Nice and easy...” Abigial smiled as she watched Illya squirm as something was forcefully being pushed into her throat, swelling it out.

Illya wanted to scream, but she felt the vibrations of whoever was being crammed into her do that for her. She didn't think it was possible for a person to expand this much, she felt like she could rupture at any moment as her stomach began to bloat up from the introduction of whoever was being pushed into it.

Worse still however was that Illya couldn't deny how wonderful they tasted.

Her tongue tingled with the creamy soft texture of flesh running over it, her taste-buds singing with how sweet the person was that she was ingesting. It was like she was swallowing a human sized bar of ice cream. Soon her mouth began to salivate, her lips dribbling with the viscous fluid. Like a flip being switched Illya quickly found herself to be gulping down the treat Abigail had offered to her willingly, wanting to get them inside her and fill her up.

Illya felt something catch on her teeth. Grimacing at the annoying obstruction to her meal, she flicked her tongue and snapped her jaws, pulling in the final bits of her feast, barely acknowledging the black high heels falling from her mouth to the floor below. A final pleasant gulp and she felt her stomach bulge grandly, the huge dangling pink swell poking out from her clothes, swaying vigorously in the air with the movements of whoever she had eaten.

“So how was she? Was she a good choice for your first time.” Abigail asked.

Illya didn't respond at first, just giving out a drunken giggle as she let out a ragged wet belch, her face flush and her eyes swirling in their sockets. Her body hung limply in the grasp of Abigail's tentacles, giving into the glut washing over her. Skadi, who illya didn't even know that she had devoured, bounced around in her confines, utterly confused at why she had found herself pulled into a cramped dark pit out of nowhere. As her wits slowly came around, Illya managed to choke out a single word.

“M-More...”

Abigail grinned with a Cheshire cat's smile as both Skadi and X's muffled screaming joined together in the hallways, the two girl's bellies wobbling with their churning prizes.

---

It was around evening with the the group finally managed to reconvene after the various meals they had acquired for themselves had dwindled away enough for them to move about without attracting too much attention. As they gathered around, they each saw how they still carried some remains of the servants they had eaten, which wasn't much of a surprise, considering that their stomach were dealing with the task of digesting adult sized women.

“Looks like some of us had fun.” Chloe teased as she poked Illya's rounded middle. The girl turned her head away, biting her lip as she blushed furiously. “To be honest I didn't think you'd have it in ya!”

“Gurgled Skadi up nice and quick too. Like if she was a natural.” Abigail grinned.

“Doesn't surprise me.” a not too impressed sounding Ibaraki said. “So called nice girls like her are always hiding their true beastly nature.”

“It...didn't feel that great honestly. Plus my diet is ruined too.” Illya bluffed, not wanting to admit just how euphoric she had felt as Master's all star loop-farming Caster was pumped away into her intestinal tract.

“You looked like you bagged yourself a nice catch too blondie.” Ibaraki nodded at Abigail.

“Hmm, can you tell?” the girl giggled as she lifted up her baggy black dress, revealing her still tremendous looking tummy that stuck out like a pink shelf. X had been the largest of the women they had eaten, not counting transforming dinosaurians, and it clearly showed as she still was stewing around as bubbling pulpy chyme in Abigail's innards. Already X was contributing nicely to the younger Foreigner's body, giving her a more healthier shine to skin, as well as giving her a nice layer of fat, no longer looking as emaciated as she once had been.

“Hey, wasn't Chacha with you? Where did she go?” Illya asked Ibaraki, wondering where the spunky Berseker was.

“Oh right, her.” Ibaraki replied, feigning interest. “Um, she kind of had trouble with hers. Indigestion and all that. So she's gotta deal with that on her own, I guess.”

“R-Right...” said Illya.

“So what about you Jack?” Chloe said, directing her attention to the small Assassin. “Still feel hungry and stuff?”

Jack nodded, patting her still bulging middle as she showed it off. “S'all gone. Can we have more?” Clearly the emptiness that she had been feeling hadn't been abated by digesting Medb.

“I like the sound of that.” Ibaraki said, flashing her fangs with a wide smile. “Been itching to gobble down some more since this morning.”

“Seriously? But we all just digested a full grown person. Shouldn't we take it easy? I mean, Miss Wu did say to be careful and all.” Illya said, trying to dissuade her ravenous friends.

“Oh please, your stomach has been noisy as hell this entire time. We can all hear it.” Ibaraki huffed, making Illya go beet red in the face. “An oni obeys their instincts. If you're thirsty, you drink. If you're sleepy, you sleep. And if your belly rumbles, you stuff it with meat. That's the Mt. Ooe way!”

“Count me in then. I still have quite a wicked appetite.” Abigail said, licking her lips.

“Well,” Chloe said, gesturing them to follow her, “I think I might know what will be perfect for dinner.”

Their curiosity piqued, they followed the Archer as she led them toward Chaldea's mess hall. But instead of going directly in, she had them take a route around an adjacent hallway, were they could peer in from a ventilation slit. Using some metal crates located nearby, they stood on their tiptoes, looking in to see what exactly Chloe wanted them to get a view of.

“There's a singularity event going on you know.” Chloe began, an excited grin on her face. “That's why Master is so busy today. Apparently the node they are traveling to is set up to be required they use male only servants. And that's when the thought came to me just how perfect the timing is now, when all those female servants are gathered up eating here. See?”

True to what she said, they could easily see that only women were in the mess hall as they sat and ate dinner. They spied Rulers like Jeanne D'arc and Astrea sitting together alongside Sabers like Mushashi and Okita as they ate their plates of food that had been served to them by the kitchen staff being run by Boudica, Mata Hari, and Minamoto no Raikou. Florence Nightingale could also be made out in the cooking area too, obsessively cleaning the counters, making sure all the surfaces were spotless of any bacterium.

And there were many more. Goddesses, warriors, queens, vampires, knights, almost the entirety of the female servants Master had summoned throughout her time as humanity's defender were here, like a veritable buffet. Already five sets of stomachs began to grumble in unison upon seeing the sight. They didn't see fellow comrades in arms in that mess hall, not any longer. Wu had opened their eyes to the delights of the flesh, and all they could see was a big menu of various meaty treats all there for the taking.

“This is seriously messed up you know.” Illya whispered, even as she wiped her drooling mouth. “Are you telling me we're gonna eat everyone here?”

“You betcha.” Chloe replied, trying to keep herself from dribbling all over her own chin with her uncontrollable saliva as she spotted the goddess Ishtar letting out a yawn as she stretched in her seat, giving a clear view of her long supple legs.

“Heh, that's the spirit. We're gonna gorge ourselves stupid. Show all these losers what it's like becoming our fat.” Ibaraki said, feeling the rise of her instinctual urges bubbling to the surface again.

“In that case I call dibs on her...” Abigail wistfully groaned, as she pointed to a servant who was walking toward to where Raikou and Boudica were serving the food.

The others gulped as they saw the woman sauntering her way to refill her plate. It was unmistakable who it was, that shining crown sitting on top of a mane of golden blonde hair done up in a bun. The Lion King herself, Artoria Pendragon.

“Back for more already?” chuckled Boudica.

“Yes. And make sure to give me extra tangy sauce with my fried chicken this time.” the all too serious Artoria ordered.

“I-Is that really her. I don't remember her looking like that...” Illya stammered, almost confounded by Artoria's appearance. She was the same intimidating looking King of Camelot that they had always known, it just that now they viewed her in a new light thanks the the changes in how they perceived the world now. It wasn't a strong and powerful king they were looking at, but a royal cow almost bursting out of her blue leotard. Every step she took causing those absurdly sized udders of hers to shake along with her shameless rump that jiggled along with it. Much like X, her frequent trips to Chaldea's kitchen made her look all the more curvier, but unlike the slovenly summer servant, she carried it far better, far more alluring. Her femininity bursting at the seams even compared to the more motherly looking servants like Raikou or Boudica. For the girls, she was a meal that could tip, no break, the scales in the grandiosity of how substantively robust she was. A true Queen of Heifers.

“Yeah, you don't see that everyday.” Ibaraki said, almost at a loss of words herself. “Back at Mt. Ooe someone like her would show up once in a blue moon during the times onis would raid a village. A noble or princess or whatever rich lady that really lived the good life ya know.

“They used to call em Winter Stoppers.” the oni girl continued, neither her nor the others taking their eyes off Artoria as the woman went about cramming her greasy meal of chicken in her mouth. “Cuz if you ate one, you wouldn't need to worry about starving for the whole season. I only really saw one in my life, during a pillaging with Shuten. She claimed that one for herself, and I don't ever remember her looking so gorged before or since. We all thought she would burst, she couldn't even move for a solid week...”

“We want the king mommy!” Jack suddenly interjected, cutting off Ibaraki. “And the kitchen mommies too!”

“H-Hey wait a minute, that's not fair!” an upset Abigail said turning to look at the fidgeting Jack.

“Not fair either. It's not fair...We want mommy...” Jack sniffled, clutching at her sides as if she were in pain as her middle let out a strained howl.

“Think she's serious about this one Abby.” Chloe said, putting her hand on the Foreigner's shoulder. “She has other things in mind beside hunger I think.”

“Let her take them then, if she thinks her belly he can handle it!” laughed Ibaraki. “As far as I'm concerned you are all honorary oni, and as oni you take what you want, whenever you want!”

“And so how do we go about it then?” Illya said, not exactly happy at her status of human being downgraded like that. “Pretty sure they'll wipe the floor with us if we just burst in and try to gnaw on their arms.”

“Well duh dummy.” Chloe said, derisively tapping on Illya's head with her knuckle. “Use that fifth grade education of yours and think a bit harder.”

“Ow, okay okay! Well, since we're a team of an Archer, Assassin, Berserker, Caster, and Foreigner, we could use that to our advantage. Like maybe use Abby's, euggh, tentacles in a surprise attack to make sure they can't move.”

“There's our smart little magical girl.” Chloe winked.

“Yeah, thanks a bunch Kuro.”

“Abby can also teleport us into strategic positions in the mess hall too.” added Chloe. “We can have Jack be in the back of the kitchen so she can get those 'mommies' she wants packed away in her tummy and Ibaraki can use her noble phantasm to handle any of the stronger servants that might break free. As for me I'll use my projection magic to keep the doors shut with iron bars.”

“And after that it will be easy pickings. I like that plan a lot, very crafty.” Ibaraki smirked.

“It's what I do best.” Chloe smiled back. “So are you two ready as well?”

“Yeah!” Abigail and Jack shouted in unison.

“And you Illya?” said Chloe as she looked at her twin.

“We're really gonna be fat after this aren't we?” Illya said, giving a hint of a smile as she sighed.

“You better hope Ruby will be able to make some quadruple X sized magical girl outfits for you Illya.” Chloe chuckled, as she hopped of the metal crate and made the signal for them to move out, the black spot on Abigail's forehead already twisting into the all too familiar shape of a keyhole.

---

Wu Zetian whistled as she walked down the hallways, giving a wink to any male staff member who managed to catch her eye. It was always cute how they quickly looked away, pretending they weren't trying to catch a glimpse at her. Not that she could blame those cute boys, she was quite the full figured looking empress.

“Fu fu fu, oh dear Scheherazade, you simply just know how to pamper a lady don't you?” Wu tittered, a hand over her mouth as she felt her enlarged backside wobble every time her foot hit the ground. The ample Caster had done her job in providing Wu with plenty of nourishment, and then some. Now her body was reaping the rewards from digesting the entire rich meaty body of the Nightless City woman. It came to no surprise to Wu to find out that Scheherazade, who was known far and wide for those outrageously fertile looking hips of hers, decided to head southward as adipose on Wu's lower half. As such her dress, which already showed plenty of skin beforehand, served little more than a hand towel's worth of covering on the two jostling fat filled mounds of her gigantic tush, their size easily surpassing the width of her shoulders. The effect was all the more startling thanks to her height, making it look even more absurdly big on her stature. And with every click of her heels, those huge round cheeks slammed together, producing an audible clap on impact, the sound echoing down the halls, practically notifying everyone of her presence.

Laughing again, Wu took joy in her newly acquired gains. Those girls had certainly reinvigorated her desire in wanting to partake the pleasures of tasting flesh again. She began to even entertain some thoughts in maybe luring in one of those Chaldea cherry boys and having some fun with them before sending them down to her pit of a tummy.

The voice of Leonardo da Vinci coming over the loudspeaker suddenly broke her fanciful thoughts of torturing another person in her gut as Wu stopped to listen to the announcement.

Hello! This is your lovely cute genius Leonardo da Vinci speaking. Would our dear Master of Chaldea please come to the main office, as we would like to discuss the little matter of a servant on servant incident that has happened in the mess hall!

“The mess hall? What could they ever be talking abou-” Wu began, before cutting herself off. Servant on servant incident? Though it wasn't uncommon at all for bickering servants to occasionally come to blows, Wu had a feeling that this case might involve her cute little students she had taught earlier in the day. No, in fact she was sure of it. She had already heard some chitchat about a mysterious pink blockage in the south end of the halls, and with the declaration Da Vinci had made it was clear that those silly girls had went and gotten a little too greedy.

“I should probably take a look then, before things really hit the fan. I am their teacher after all, and I have a duty to make sure they learn from their mistakes.” Wu said as she made her way to the mess hall, not that she was prepared to actually discipline them. She was quite sure of herself that they were suffering the consequences in full already.

By the time she reached the premises a small number of Chaldea staff were already there loitering among themselves, looking quite unsure of what to do. They all were looking at the entrance, the door to the mess hall looking quite the worse for wear, its surface having the markings of dents, like if something from within was trying to slam its way out by any means necessary.

“Out of the way peasants. Go gawk somewhere else if you can't make yourselves useful.” Wu dismissively waved, using the battering ram of her hips to push herself past the crowd. They didn't bother to stop her as she walked right up to the door and let herself in, the broken hinges creaking as it slowly swung open, Wu letting herself inside.

It looked less like a dining and kitchen area and more like a battlefield where an explosion had gone off. All the chairs and tables and been thrown or smashed apart, the floor and ceiling showing cracks where things had been slammed against it. The walls were littered with various battle scars, slashes from swords, stuck arrows that had been shot, and various burn marks from all sorts of magic. But Wu could tell from it it wasn't the evidence of a struggle between two sides, but more the clear signs of a desperate attempt at escape.

“I'm a tad impressed to be honest. But I'm still let down that you all didn't heed my warning my little piggies.” Wu chortled as she stepped further in.

A once bustling mess hall filled with numerous female servants now was empty save for only a few. Wu could make out four of the disheveled looking victors of this impromptu battle, as they all laid on the ground at opposite ends of the dining hall, each one loudly voicing their discomfort as they suffered from the immobility inducing spoils of greed they had attained all for themselves.

“O-Oh...hey Miss...Uuuuuurggggpphhhh...Miss Wu...”

Wu Zetian turned to see who was calling out for her between strained belches.

“Ah, the Williams girl.” Wu grinned, seeing that it was Abigail lounging nearby the entrance, sitting on the ground as she reclined against the wall. “I see you and the others just finished dinner, yes?”

“U-Uh-huh...” Abigail burbled out, smiling weakly as her mouth hung open, her jaws sore to the point where she let herself drool freely all over herself. “Had a...really big...blurrrph...meal...”

“Hm, I can tell.”

By now Abigail had reverted from her Eldritch form back to her normal looking self, a twelve year old blonde haired Salem girl. Though she looked a little worse for wear at the moment. The small hat she had been wearing was completely lost from the ensuing scuffle, as were many of the ribbons that had been tied to her hair, only one remaining as it hanged loosely askew. Her black dress as well had been all but obliterated, leaving her with only her white bloomers and some torn fabric covering her chest. One of her shoes had been knocked off also, leaving the foot bare, her toes wriggling as Abigail squirmed uncomfortably. From the dark smudges on her skin it was clear that their plan, while successful, didn't go one hundred percent as easily as they thought it would. Not that it mattered to them really, as they had won out after all through sheer attrition and hunger.

A hunger that was now a totally foreign concept to Abigail, who let out a long low moan as she clutched at her sides with her hands, bringing her knees up as much as possible, her legs splayed far apart to allow the grotesquely massive pink mass of her middle to rest on the floor in front of her. The glut of her belly far overtaking the size of her own body, bulging out every which way from the sheer amount of female servants she had recklessly crammed into herself with the aid of her tentacles.

She had certainly had free reign to eat who she pleased, the privilege of being the one in charge of holding on to all the captured women with her summoned octopus like limbs. Aside from the ones she had allowed Jack to have, Abigail had gobbled up some of the more high end and rarer servants. Numerous females were packed tightly in her belly, having put away a good amount of them before she had felt herself grow sick and green in the face from her audacious gorging.

Wu could make out how they were thrashing about in the taut skin, which wasn't very hard to tell considering just how stretched out Abigail's middle was, the pink flesh having expanded to the point where it became an almost translucent pale.

She had made a meal out of those two foolish Babylonian sisters, Ishtar and Ereshkigal. They were easy pickings, their air-headed personalities having allowed Abigail to devour them quite easily at the same time. While they had always been at odds with each other, they were now treated to having to share the same sweltering confines, squished uncomfortably close together amid the jumbled pile of other female servants. Both their faces bulged out on the edge of Abigail's skin, cheek to cheek as their mouths shouted out muted cries, making it look like they were still bickering as they teetered on the verge of digestion.

They hadn't been the only ones sharing stomach space of course. Abigail had managed to pick out a fine selection of royals and divinity to snack on. The beautiful and curvy forms of Marie Antoinette, Sheba, Anastasia, Europa, Nero Claudius, Tamamo, Parvati, and Nitocris were all tangled and squeezed up on the walls of her stomach. A multitude of handprints now beating up against the skin, their tortured faces joining along with Ishtar and Ereshkigal's as their murmured wails coalesced into a chaotic din. All their clothes, having been messily torn way by Abigail's tentacles, littered the floor around her like discarded candy wrappers.

Abigail's belly gave a sudden violent shift, Wu raising her eyebrow at the sudden curious movement going on in the girl's stomach. Abigail moaned, hiccuping as she again felt her engorged middle jerking about from something she had eaten that wasn't agreeing with her all too well. Scanning her eyes over the rest of the debris of fabric, Wu could see the familiar torn remains of Quetzalcoatl and Penthesilea's clothing, the Sun Goddess and Amazonian Queen somehow still managing to have enough strength to try and tag team Abigail's innards, assaulting the girl with an attempt at digestive fury. Despite their actions, they all were still trapped within, and Wu knew that it would only be a matter of time before Abigail's stomach claimed them all. Still, for a young girl who had weighed just shy of under one hundred pounds to be able to consume twelve whole female servants, several of which who had been either taller, more powerful, or both; well, the results certainly spoke for themselves.

“S-So how did I do..?” Abigail slurred, still playing the role of the student, allowing another rolling belch to fly out of her hanging maw. Already the sounds of ominous churning began to muffle out the women's screams, growing louder as her stomach started to go into overdrive, ready to assault all of their wriggling bodies with torrents of acidic enzymes.

“Hm, A for effort I suppose.” Wu said, a finger on her chin. “But I'll have to fail you for eating above your station. A girl like you shouldn't be having Queens or Goddesses as a layer of fat on their tummy.

“Thass okaay...I was never a good girl in school anyway...” Abigail lazily smiled as she curled up around her immovable girth, wrapping her arms around what they could reach of her expansive middle. Resting her head on her belly, her eyes slowly closed as the final vain attempts of her stomach's temporary inhabitants trying to avoid digestion rocked her to sleep.

“Simply adorable.” Wu smirked. “Hopefully the others are just as entertaining as you were.”

Making her way across the dining hall, Wu decided to inspect the vanilla and chocolate colored mountains that were laying close to one another. Even as she approached the two, she could tell how the pitiful moans coming from their lips were of a different caliber of pain compared to Abigail's. There were definitely to be no peaceful slumbers of digestion in this case for either Chloe or Illya.

“Sounds to me like someone is having a bit of the tumbly rumblies.” Wu patronizingly said, leaning over the prone girls who were laying on the back, immobile and unable to move.

“G-Gee, what gave you that idea..?” Chloe grimaced, clenching her teeth as she felt her stomach's contents roil within her. She arched her back, gasping as the towering bilge of her gut convulsed, the stewing bodies that she had eaten being pushed around, her belly trying to force them into a more comfortable position, though failing at it due to their insistence at fighting back against their digestive oppressor. The swords of Okita and Mushashi were close nearby, as was an open notebook full of sketches belonging to Hokusai.

The scrapes on her body told the story that their plan had almost ended in failure. While at first, everything had gone off without a hitch. Abigail's summons had swiftly rendered all the female servants unable to move, and with the entrances barricaded, no one would be able to leave or interrupt them. From there they allowed themselves to relax and enjoy themselves at their leisure. Chloe didn't particularly care who she was going to eat, they all looked pretty scrumptious to her, but she did choose to start with the JK looking fox gal, Suzuka Gozen. Feeling her slip between her lips was pretty heavenly, and the familiar sensation of her stomach surging out with a fresh lively meal had made her tremble. With the tentacles doing their jobs, Chloe didn't have to worry about how to subdue them. She had always been at a height and strength disadvantage when compared to these more mature looking servants, but with them all wrapped up it took no effort at all to slurp them down, getting to relish how they would futilely punch and kick within her.

The pirates Anne Bonny, Mary Read, and Francis Drake were all made short work of, Chloe enjoying their salty curses as they flopped around on top of one another in her swaying belly. With a stomach full of four women, Chloe figured it would be a good idea to take a breather and relax, that way she could digest and make some more room. No reason to rush things and make herself sick, unlike some other gluttons like Abigail or Ibaraki who were jamming servants into their mouths like if they were starving hounds. Laying on her back on one of the tables, Chloe stretched and enjoyed the satiety of the moment, letting her eyes gloss over the various women she would be choosing next, enjoying how they glared at her and her huge belly that clearly showed the forms of their fellow servants slowly digesting within.

That's when things quickly went sideways.

It was that blasted artist's fault. She had clung on to her sketchbook and managed to draw some flying minions that quickly came to life and started to gnaw at the tentacles bounding Musashi and Okita. Within moments they were free and began to slice away at the other trapped servants. It was total chaos at that point, and even though quite a number of the women had already ended up in the girls' bellies, that just made things all the more difficult, what their the encumbered states and all. It was only through some more underhanded tactics and some luck that allowed them to quiet this rebellion by way of gastric force. Though not without some repercussions, as Chloe was forced to choke down several more, making sure to devour those pesky two Sabers and Hokusai who had started this mess. But if that wasn't enough she had to deal with the Assassins Carmilla and Consort Yu as well. It would have been quite the sight to anyone seeing her trying to evade their attacks with a gut that was huge enough to obstruct her view and limit her movements. Fortunately Abigail managed to use the remainder of her mana to summon one final set of alien appendages from space and time and send whatever servants remaining right down all their throats. Of course, that meant now she had to deal with being gorged right into a painful stupor alongside Illya.

“Kuroooo...” the usually peppy magical girl sulked as she contended with her own tribulations from a horrid case of bellyache. “Why'd I let you talk me into this...”

“It's not my fault you ate those...glurrk...those bimbos... Couldn't you tell who you were eating?” Chloe grunted.

“Ooooouuuhhh...” Illya moaned, her ears burning with embarrassment at being discovered in such a shameless display by Wu, having witlessly binged herself into such a stupefied glutted state. She whimpered as she wriggled underneath her terribly huge belly swell. It was almost identical to the size of Chloe's own middle, both of their colossal turgid masses bumping into each other as they swayed from their victims' desperate movements.

Before the day had even started she never would have thought she would end up in a situation quite like this, stuck on her back painfully cradling a stomach so huge she couldn't even see over. Every inch inside of her belly stuffed full with the writhing bodies of those women she had ingested. Her eight in the morning self probably would have screamed at the sight of her if she saw what she would end up looking like by the end of the day. She was certainly glad Miyu hadn't been summoned yet, as Illya couldn't fathom her reaction in finding out her best friend was now nothing more than a gluttonous cannibal.

Wu wondered why exactly both seemed to be in such a great deal of distress. Abigail had eaten more than both of them and didn't seem all that bothered by it. But from the way the bloated pair were floundering on the ground it made it look like they were ready to burst at any moment. Though Wu had to admit how cute it looked seeing them in such obvious pain, Chloe and Illya holding on to each other's hand like if they were comforting one another during labor pains.

A flash of red, and all their eyes went wide as they saw Illya's belly glow from something within briefly.

“Oh?” Wu said, craning her head forward. Again there was another illuminating flash, the skin of her belly starting to perspire from the intense heat forming in her stomach. By now Wu had figured out why exactly Illya and Chloe were suffering so, thanks in part to the silhouettes she was able to see bouncing about in the girl's middle.

“Hmph. Did you need some supplementary lessons after all? You should have realized eating Rulers or servants that can cast fire aren't the best dietary choices.” Wu snickered.

“D-Duh Sherlock...I told dum dum here the same thing...” Chloe wheezed.

It was quite true, the resilient damage resistant Rulers and the spicy flame producing servants were doing a number in Illya's innards. Looking back she really should have just stuck with having eaten only Scathach. The Lancer had been tasty beyond words, and really served to compliment her previous meal of Skadi. She was content to just leave it at that, feeling nice and stuffed from the purple haired woman tightly curled up inside her belly. But then those Sabers got loose...

In an indecisive panic, Illya did the only thing she could think of, which was to scarf down whatever female servants were in reach. How was she to know that the likes of Jeanne and her Alter double were sitting table to table with others like Astrea, Himiko, Nezha, Kiyohime, and that swimsuit wearing saint Martha? It wasn't until after the tussle had ended that the now gorged Illya realized who she had messily scarfed down.

“I-I think... I'm gonna be sick Kuro...Hurrrph!” a queasy Illya gasped as her hands flew to cover her mouth, her cheeks rounding from the rising pressure in her rumbling throat. Her belly started to balloon, the heat from the bouts of fire, the air she had swallowed, and all the noxious stomach juices mixing together into a volatile cocktail.

“H-Hey! You better not dare Illya! A-Ah! ...Blurrph!” Chloe tried to protest, until she too felt a sudden welling in her own throat. She clamped her mouth shut, her own cheeks comically puffing up, trying to hold back the inevitable eructation, but it was useless to do so.

Two great plumes of black smoke, tinged with fiery sparks billowed out of their open mouths as a pair rippling belches echoed in the mess hall, Chloe and Illya expelling all the pent up gaseous air that they had been suffering from, their lips tingling from being lightly singed. The unique phenomenon was all the more strange, considering Chloe hadn't eaten any servants of the fiery persuasion.

“A curse of shared pain eh? What a delightfully wicked torture to have placed on you.” Wu smiled as she traced her finger along Chloe's quivering middle, lightly touching the tattoo like marking that was under her navel. “My compliments to whoever did that to you. I should try it out myself some time fufufu...”

Leaving the two to wallow in their feedback loop of endless indigestion, Wu figured it was the best time as any to follow up on the one who was probably the main instigator behind this scheme. Sure Chloe may shown them the goods in the dining room, but that devious little oni was the one who had cajoled them all into desiring more, exposing their hidden hungry ids, and making them act impulsively upon it. So it did not really surprise Wu Zetian any to see the mischievous Mt. Ooe ringleader look like a beached whale in the corner of the mess hall.

The bloat of her middle was immense. It was no exaggeration to say that from where Wu stood, she couldn't even see Ibaraki herself, the girl hidden behind her own elephantine swell. It took a bit of maneuvering to traverse around the massive orb, which quaked with the mass of women trapped within, a veritable crowd that she had consumed. Their agonized visages being pushed up against the skin of Ibaraki's belly, telling the terrible story how they were all in a deadly crush, an amassment of tangled up limbs and bodies forced to be compressed together by the quivering clenches of her compassion-less stomach. Even from the outside, one could tell it was a true hellish pit going on within Ibaraki, the unfortunate female servants fated to be doomed to a painful digestion all thanks to having the ill-fated luck to be chosen by a voracious little oni to be her dinner.

“How disgustingly covetous of you, not even sparing a single one.” Wu sneered, giving a wicked smile herself as she cruelly flicked the forehead of one of the many annoyingly loud face bulges as they muffled out anguish wracked pleas, the imprints of their hands blindly groping at the air. As she rounded the massive bulk of the gut she at last saw the insatiable creature, happily laying on her side upon a soft nest of discarded clothing that had been selfishly pilfered from their now disrobed and churning owners. “You really are the epitome of an oni Ibaraki.”

“Hehe...W-Was there any other d-doubt...Urrrgggphh...” Ibaraki burbled out, letting a bubble of air work its way out of her system.

“You'll be quite the little butterball once this is all gurgled away. Did you even have the courtesy to know who you gobbled up?” Wu teased as she casually leaned on the ever shifting sides of Ibaraki's tum.

“No...why would an oni care for the... names of livestock...” an intoxicated Ibaraki giggled, sticking out her tongue playfully. She hadn't even bothered to count how much she had eaten. Twenty, thirty, maybe more. It did not really matter to her, just that she had eaten as many female servants that her stomach could barely handle.

“Oh my, livestock are they? Master won't be happy at all to hear all her precious servants called that.”

“Dun' care...” Ibaraki hiccuped.

“Even if she makes you pay once she finds out what happened?” Wu grinned.

“I-I'm paying for it right now...Gehehehe...” the gorged oni brokenly cackled as her clawed toes curled from the incoming wave of a grand scale tummyache. The turbulent motions of sweet pain crashing against her as her entire gargantuan middle undulated, the congested organ straining to contain the harrowing burden Ibaraki had presented it in her mindless gluttony. She really did look like a mere appendage next to the voluminous pink immensity, but Wu had a feeling the oni preferred to be so helplessly glutted like this. She never considered indigestion on this level could be a form of masochism to derive twisted sanctification from, but impish demons like Ibaraki continued to delightfully surprise Wu.

If only Shuten could see me like this...Ibaraki wistfully thought as she stroked her trembling gorged sides. The lucid part of her mind did hope she hadn't accidentally ingested her beloved sworn oni sibling, but her brain was a bit too meat addled at the moment to consider the ramifications if she did. For the time being she allowed herself to float in and out of daydreams of a smiling Shuten praising how prodigiously full she looked, as she massaged the surface of her vast mound with her soft palms, burying her face against Ibaraki's now nearly smoothed out belly as she nibbled at the remaining yet undigested bulges of female servants, breaking apart their softened faces between her lips.

“I'd hate to interrupt your fun times,” Wu chuckled, seeing Ibaraki shudder in pleasure,” but aren't we missing something?”

“More food..?”

“No you tubby oni brat. I was wondering where your little Assassin friend is. She was the one I first offered to help after all.”

“S'in tha kicchen...lemme alone now...wanna digest...” Ibaraki yawned, weakly waving Wu away. Soon she was crassly snoring away amid the occasional burp escaping from her drooling lips. The tortured multitude within her had gone deathly still now, and her stomach roared like a frightening beast as it enveloped all the women, viciously contracting around them as it prepared to melt them away into nothing.

Ibaraki was corrected in that she would be able to find Jack in the kitchen area. Peering over the counter, Wu giggled as she saw the star of the show herself Jack the Ripper, all nestled up on the floor with her back leaning against the wall as her small legs playfully kicked at the ground. She had made quite the mess in the premises, silverware and all sorts of pots and pans having been tossed around, with the food that had been prepared for all the servants splattered on the floor and on her as well.

“Kufufu. Sorry I took so long in saying hello little Miss Ripper. Hope you weren't too bored!” Wu giddily announced.

Jack turned her head to see the purple haired woman looking down on her from the counter. Smiling she opened her mouth, but instead of a return greeting a sharp belch ripped out from her throat instead, surprised at the sudden burst of air being expelled from her stomach that had squeezed it out. “E-Excuse us...” Jack blushed, placing her fingers over her lips.

“You're excused sweety.” Wu smiled. “It looks like you girls had a lotta fun.”

“Mh-hmm!” Jack nodded with a wide joyful grin.

“Gobbled everyone up didn't ya? Is that why your tummy is all nice and big?”

“Yeah!”

“Mind telling me who you ate?” Wu asked, even though she already knew who exactly was stewing in there. It was just more fun this way.

“Mommies! Lotsa big mommies!” Jack giggled again, excitedly rubbing the bursting replete sides of her girth. “We can't move now!”

“Oh, I can tell.” Wu smirked as she gazed at Jack's insanely massive tumid orb of a belly that rested on the cold tiles of the kitchen, the gigantic pulsating sac rippling from the movements of its many heavyset guests.

Much like the others, Jack had eaten until she had gorged herself into immobility. While she in the end had only eaten five female servants, a far cry from the numerous women girls like Ibaraki had consumed, she was left with a belly just as absurdly enormous as the rest. Those women who she went and guzzled down had been massive specimens in fertility, their bodies having developed the outrageous proportions needed for the purpose of breeding in exceptional numbers. Due to awakening to a predatory appetite thanks to Ibaraki and Wu, Jack's twisted consciousness had been rewired to view these stout and stacked women as mere meat. No longer was the wish for Jack to return to the womb, but to fill the void within her with these ample full figured servants. Not since the existence of the entity called Jack the Ripper had first been created did she feel such a throbbing desire in her chest. And at the sight of Artoria Pendragon, Jack had finally been pushed over the edge into wanting them all inside of her.

Mata Hari and Nightingale had been simple enough to ingest without much problems, thanks to Abigail's abilities in making sure they were unable to fight back. Their healthy buxom curves had traveled very satisfyingly down the small Assassin's throat, and into her eagerly awaiting belly. Just with those two alone her middle had bloated up enough to be larger than her own body, and she had to drag herself to the second course that was awaiting her. It was the next two that really tested Jack's mettle, as Raikou and Boudica were oozing with motherly adipose. She took her time with them, easing them carefully down her gullet, feeling every exaggerated contour as they slithered into her insanely expanding stomach. Jack really couldn't believe just how large they were, and felt herself stretch to her limits as her belly struggled to contain the newly added Rider and Berserker. All four of their combined weight had left her unable to move, and she found herself stuck, pinned by her mountain of a wobbling belly. This wasn't enough for Jack however, that emptiness deep in the pit of her stomach still crying out for more, crying out for that fertile Goddess of Camelot who had beguiled her so with that body of hers that far outclassed the likes of either Raikou or Boudica.

It just that by then Artoria and the other remaining servants had managed to free themselves.

“Trying to devour us like mere wild animals. If that is what you have become, then I shall strike you down like one.” Artoria coldly said as she approached the immobile girl. Jack tried to back away, only able to drag herself back against a wall, fearfully watching as the imposing Lion King drew near, preparing to summon her lance and most likely pop her like a balloon. But even with murderous intent emanating from Artoria, Jack couldn't help but find herself ogling at that overripe body of the woman, her belly impatiently rumbling and practically calling out for Artoria to fill it.

Artoria Pendragon had given the greedy Jack a disgusted look then, and was more than ready to deal out her brand of righteous fury. Whether by dumb luck or the fate of the gods, Jack was spared an untimely end thanks to some spilled barbecue sauce that Artoria stepped on, the woman suddenly finding herself slipping and losing her balance as she tumbled forward, right into Jack's eagerly yawning maw.

“Kicked and screamed all the way down I bet.” Wu said, having pulled up a chair to sit at the counter, her massive rump providing plenty of cushioning. Giving a derisive snort she rested her chin in her hands. “I'm glad you didn't wind up choking on that crown wearing hippo.”

Just as Wu figured, Artoria Pendragon had been without question the absolute embodiment of abundant fecundity that Jack had been searching for, and had nearly asphyxiated on as she ingested the mountain of a plump woman, the undertaking of swallowing whole the entirety of Artoria an almost impossible ordeal. But the yearning ache within Jack drove her to gulp that corpulent king down even, drowning in ecstasy from the absurd bulk of curvy sustenance as Artoria descended in her gullet to the awaiting cramped depths of her belly. That the Lion King had tried to use all of her strength to fight back, to avoid the inevitable, was obviously futile in the end, as evident by the now gigantic female shaped bulge that pitifully writhed in a five women pile within the great stupendously huge belly that towered over the small Assassin.

“Hmph, the proud and noble Bovine Queen gobbled up by such tiny girl. Pathetic wanna be kings like her who can only moo lamely inside of a peasant's tummy deserve to be turned into fat that better reflects their worth, kufufufu!” Wu arrogantly chortled, throwing her head back as she reveled in the misfortune of Camelot's now deposed and slowly churning King.

Jack cooed as she felt her belly jostle from Artoria's distraught attempts to avert the unavoidable fate of digestion, her mad unhinged howling barely being carried through the flesh of the girl's middle as she pounded away futilely, wedged awkwardly between the stilled remains of the other four women It provided no end of entertainment for the delighted Jack, the girl engrossed by her own quaking girth, watching Artoria's painful unrest in her gigantic belly with glee. The void that had plagued the core of her self now squashed, blotted out by the preponderance of motherly female flesh whose final maternal task would to be nourishing Jack the Ripper. Already the stewing bountiful forms of Raikou and Boudica were well on their way to becoming part of her body, Jack's intestinal tract voraciously sucking in heaping gallons of nurturing chyme.

“Wish I could stay and watch you turn her into some royal porridge, but I don't want to stick around and be implicated either.” Wu sighed as she hopped off the chair, her huge butt taking a good several seconds to stop their jiggling momentum. “Empresses like me don't do very well in time out.”

As she made her way toward the exit, Wu allowed herself one last look at her so called students. She admitted she felt a tinge of pride in seeing those girls stuffed to the gills on almost all of Chaldea's roster of female servants. To sow such disorder in such small amount of time, the impetuous voracity of youth was something to be feared alright! Plus it had provided quite a bit of entertainment, and had whetted her own appetite.

“Maybe we'll see.” Wu purred, rubbing the soft paunch of her middle. “Maybe we will see...”

---

Ritsuka Fujiwara, the last Master of humanity, hummed to herself as she walked down the halls of Chaldea. She had a spring in her step, and couldn't contain the grin on her face as she made her way toward the Second Archive.

“Wooo baby, can't wait until tomorrow's event rotation. That's when I'll be able to whip out all my female servants.” Ritsuka said, practically twirling around. “Not that there isn't anything wrong with using my cool male servants, but there's a reason why I spent my stockpile of saint quartz on these cuties!”

It was why she was heading in this direction after all. She wanted to check up on one of her most prized acquisitions that she had nearly gone broke trying to summon, Kingprotea. The large Alter Ego servant had taking forever to answer the call of her Master, and Ritsuka spared no expense in making sure all her skills and saint graphs had been properly raised. She even splurged and gifted the girl a few Holy Grails too on top of it. Mash was a little peeved that Ritsuka was spending resources and grails so freely, but she couldn't help herself, as Chaldea's Master this sort of thing was her one and only privilege right?

Hello! This is your lovely cute genius Leonardo da Vinci speaking. Would our dear Master of Chaldea please come to the main office, as we would like to discuss the little matter of a servant on servant incident that has happened in the mess hall!

An incident? That's a weird thing to announce. Ritsuka thought. Something like two servants duking it out was as common as a cold, so she didn't know why Da Vinci even bothered to announce it that way. Oh well, things like that could wait, she had more important services to attend to.

“Oh Kingprotea~ I hope you're ready for some farming tomorrow!” Ritsuka chirped as she stood outside the servant's personal quarters. It was unique compared to others, having been constructed to allow for the servant's unusual skill that allowed her to grow infinitely. Just her base height alone was nearly thirty meters tall, and the roof of her living space had to be removed just in case she had a random growth spurt. She didn't mind the frigid cold, as her body, already as sturdy as iron, was covered in a warm grass like substance as well. But her best trait of all, at least in Ritsuka's opinion, was that the Alter Ego was part of the Sakura Series, much like Meltlillith and Passionlip, meaning that they all shared the same adorable features. Opening the door that led to the larger area, Ritsuka peeked inside, hoping to see that giant round and cute face with those deep pools of pale purple in her eyes looking back at her expectantly.

“Bwuuuurpphh! Ahhhh....”

“Hm?” a confused Ritsuka said, turning around and closing the door behind her. “Hmmm?”

That was strange. She was sure her eyes had been fooled into thinking she saw something totally weird in there. Had farming all day caused her to hallucinate? Ritsuka gave herself some light slaps on her cheeks, shaking her head to try and clear out any fatigue that might have been there. Snapping back to face the door she opened it, peeking inside once again.

“Oh Kingproteaaaa~ I hope you're ready for some farming tomorrow, since I know you're totally in there!”

Paul Bunyan gave out another deep ringing belch, happily sighing as she lazily picked at her teeth with what looked to be a huge gnarled wooden-like horn, trying to scrap out the trapped green fuzz between them.

The one star Berserker now sat in the place where Kingprotea once was, reclining as she allowed the truly monstrous swell of her belly to pin her underneath its weight. Ritsuka gulped, it was pretty clear to her now where her precious Alter Ego had gone. Bunyan gave the vast sides of her girth a contented slap, and Ritsuka could hear whatever was inside violently slosh around, sounding more like a raging typhoon whose waves were crashing against the shore. The surface of her middle was completely smooth, a soft pink Everest that undulated along with the breathing of its owner as the oceanic sized muck that used to be Kingprotea swirled like a maelstrom within.

It was truly mind boggling just how big Bunyan's belly was. Ritsuka knew that the young Berserker could alter her size much in the same way as Kingprotea, but that gut dwarfed the girl by leagues of magnitude, it was impossible to see even the top from whey she was standing, a towering tumescent fleshy skyscraper that defied belief. What most likely that had happened, Ritsuka figured, was that Bunyan for whatever bizarre ungodly reason, decided to eat the Alter Ego, and had matched her size in order to do so. But Kingprotea, clearly not having any zeal in the notion of being digested alive, had tried to outgrow Bunyan, hoping to rupture her from within. Obviously that didn't pan out successfully, leaving the blonde haired lumberjack beyond stuffed.

Paul Bunyan let out a pleasant sounding coo as her monumental sized stomach gave out a booming gurgle, shaking as it pumped lakes worth of SE.RA.PH soup into her dilating intestinal tract, her bowels graciously swelling from its feast of frothy Alter Ego stew.

Ritsuka felt herself go light-headed as her treasured five starred Kingprotea was drained away unceremoniously into the Bronze servant's innards. “All my saint quartz...all those grails...” she sputtered before she felt her legs buckle and then give out, the poor Master of Chaldea face planting onto the floor as she mercifully lost consciousness.

---

“I feel like I'm gonna die...” Chloe wheezed, panting heavily as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.

It had been another grueling day of farming the various nodes across singularities, and the girls felt like they were ready to return to the Throne out of sheer exhaustion any minute. The seven of them were catching their breath in a resting area in Chaldea, given a day's reprieve as their Master waited to regain enough energy to deploy them out again.

With a good portion of Chaldea's female roster having been wiped out, they had become the de facto main force. Having consumed so many of Master's strongest servants, they had gained considerable power, and it would be a waste not to use it to their advantage. Not that it let them off the hook for their ravenous crimes. Ritsuka had full intention to re-summon the servants that had been lost to her, but in order to do so they had to return to the Throne which was an impossibility until, as Da Vinci put it:

“Those little tubsters completely burn off every single ill-gained calorie!”

Which was no easy task as it turned out. Seemed that it was far easier for a servant to gain weight, rather than lose them. Still, their Master was determined to try, going so far to even gift them all matching black tank tops and spat shorts, which they were currently wearing, to make sure they were reminded of exactly what their main mission was.

“Grrr.” an irritable Ibaraki growled. “Who does Master think she is. It is an offense to an oni's pride to try and take away what is rightfully theirs!”

“Oh hush you.” a tired Illya said, fanning herself. “This is all your fault you know. Do you even know how mortifying it is to be gawked at every day? We look like blimps.” As far as she was concerned, her reputation as a moral upstanding magical girl was all but ruined now. No one would want to rely on an out of shape ten year old with a track record of mercilessly consuming and digesting her fellow servants.

It was true what Illya had said. After a rather lengthy tortuous digestion, no small task thanks to the vast size and numbers of female servants they had consumed, they all were reaping the after effects. Their bodies having been tasked with the audacious burden of trying to metabolize hundreds, if not thousands, of pounds of meat all at once. Not knowing just how to deal with the frightening load it was given, their digestive systems did the only logical thing it could do. Make fat.

Each one looked a caricature of their once thin selves. Layers of soft chub attached to their small frames, nearly tripling their own weight in excess adipose. Hips widened to carry the heavy jiggling mass, thighs plumped up until they squished into each other, and butts expanded into cushy round dumptrucks that did their best to try and house as much flab as possible.

Being as short as they all were, the results had been dramatic. But their most strikingly newly fattened feature about themselves had been the change to their midsections. Like jumbo sized Scarlet Letters attached to their torsos, Jack, Abigail, Chloe, Illya, Ibaraki, Chacha, and Bunyan carried around the penultimate weight of their transgressions, those massive potbellies a blaring confirmation of what their gluttony had wrought. Each bloated sphere that hung far past their knees was like a warehouse that contained the fatty remnants of all those tragically digested female servants. For Illya it was like being shackled to a giant ball and chain, her prison sentence to be so grossly heavy. She wondered how someone like Jack could even move, the Assassin must've weighed no more than seventy-ish pounds before her huge maternal repast of Arotria and the others, but now that fat enriched gut of hers probably weighed triple her own weight, making her unsteady on her feet since now her center off balance was all front loaded. Not that Jack seemed to mind, in fact other than Illya they all seemed pleased with their self-indulgent gains.

“Master can run us ragged all she wants. I like that she has to rely on us now that all her favorites are stuck as tummy fat.” Abigail snickered as she wriggled her wide hips, making the orb of her middle provocatively shake from side to side.

“Chacha likes having a big butt! Auntie is super jealous of me now too!” the plump niece of Oda Nobunaga cheekily grinned.

“Yeah Illya,” Chloe smirked, “don't be such party pooper. Enjoy all the poundage you got. I mean look, doesn't Jack look the happiest she's ever been?” Illya glanced over to the Assassin, seeing that the girl was currently hugging her massively fat stomach, crooning at it like a mother to a child.

“Kuro, I'll say it again, you're all nuts.” Illya uttered, slapping away the creeping hand of Chloe that was trying to squeeze her doughy expanded sides.

A low insistent grumble came from Ibaraki's middle. Raising an eyebrow, she stroked it, trying to quell the hungry organ. “Jus' too bad that we can't eat anyone else. Having to suppress my true instincts is cruel if you ask me.” As part of their punishment, they had all been sequestered away from any sort of possible temptations, lest there be another incident of a servant up and vanishing.

“Than maybe you should just do what you want. You are an oni after all right?” A breathy, almost hedonistic, sounding voice called as the door to the room opened.

“Shuten!” Ibaraki declared, a surprised grin on her face as she instantly recognized who it was. For a girl as tubby as she was, Ibaraki waddled quite quickly to greet the eponymous oni herself, Shuten Douji. “I'm so glad you came to vis-Oomph!

The excited Ibaraki was suddenly propelled backwards as she came in contact with an almost wrecking ball sized fleshy obstruction that had promptly appeared, its huge girth nearly being wedged in the doorway.

Illya and the others gulped as they saw Shuten Douji slowly walk in, belly first, the almost ground scrapping pale taut torpedo of her gorged middle leading the way by a clear dozen feet ahead of her.

“Oh, my apologies Ibaraki.” Shuten tittered as she carefully made her way inside, her bare feet shuffling on the floor. She motioned toward her huge middle. “She's gotten a tad unwieldy since I indulged her.”

Stroking the top of her ginormous gut, the apex of which she was clearly having trouble seeing over, Shuten made her way to the benches where Illya and Chloe had been sitting, the two giving the gigantically round oni plenty of room as she carefully turned around, proceeding to sit down. The legs to the bench groaned painfully, barely withstanding all the weight now placed upon it.

“It's good to get a load off. Haven't had a chance to rest after having my little snack.” Shuten smiled at Ibaraki who had only just managed to stand on her two feet, her fatness having made her look like a turtle stuck on its back for a good minute.

“Glad you could join us.” Chloe said. Illya noticed that she seemed to be slightly uneasy around the oni. As devilish as Chloe could be, maybe she considered Shuten to be too much, even for her. “To be honest, I kind of thought you had been digested.”

“Shuten, digested? Ha!” Ibaraki barked, proudly placing her hands on her swollen hips in a defiant pose. “Even if she had wound up in my gut, she would have shrugged it off!”

“Hmm, dunno if even I could survive that sort of trip, but I'm flattered to hear you think I am stomach acid resilient Ibaraki.” Shuten giggled. “No, it's just that not every servant is a fan of big crowds, some prefer seclusion. That, and I was told by a certain sour milk smelling obese cow not to come within fifteen feet of her. So I didn't.”

“How lucky.” Chloe said, nonplussed.

“I must say though that she looks much better this way.” Shuten grinned, flashing the tips of her fangs as she looked over to where Jack was at. “But I am surprised that a violent madwoman like her succumbed so easily to such a precociously hungry child like you. How did you pull it off? I'm quite curious.”

“It was easy!” Jack happily exclaimed, opening her mouth wide as she pantomimed something going in with her fingers, then snapping her jaws shut as she gave an exaggerated gulp, finally giving the hefty underside of her jutting potbelly a pat with her hands. “Now all those big mommies are stuck in our big tummy, forever!”

Shuten chuckled, amused at seeing the beaming face of the now rotund looking cannibalistic Assassin. “Good. Being a thick glob of belly fat suits a corpulent heifer like her more.”

“Um, Miss Douji?” Illya tentatively asked.

“Shuten is fine dear. Those that partake and enjoy the flesh of others may call themselves a true oni. This is a blood bond we all share now!”

“Hell yeah! We might as well be officially siblings now.” Ibaraki grinned, wrapping her arm around Illya's shoulders.

“T-Thanks.” Illya said, going along with it. She winced internally, feeling her ego take another hit as she felt herself inch closer to attaining a demonic trait against her will.

“Illya Douji, I'm sure Iri will love that.” a mischievously smiling Chloe murmured loud enough on purpose for the daughter of Einzbern to hear.

“Nnngh.” Illya gritted her teeth, dying inside. “A-Anyway, I was wondering how you found out about this place. I didn't think Master told anyone about it.”

“A plump little Empress was nice enough to let me in on the secret.” Shuten said with a smile.

Of course, Miss Wu, how could I forget. Illya thought, not too surprised that their teacher, who had slinked away before she could share in their punishment, was managing to still sow in some seeds of chaos on the side. “Okay, but then how'd you get past the guard? Master had Mr. Heracles stand watch at the end of the hallway to make sure no one could visit us.”

“Not too quick on the uptake are ya Illya Douji?” Chloe teased, poking her lap filling paunch. “You've been staring at all seven hundred pounds of Mister Demigod the entire time. Or what's left of him anyway.”

“Bwuh?” Illya said, dumbfounded.

“Don't act all surprised! Shuten easily made meals out of hulking warriors all the time back at Mt. Ooe!' Ibaraki bragged. “Some so called great immortal hero might as well be a zero in her belly!”

“Don't think I've ever been so properly gorged in quite some time.” Shuten said with a broad grin, taking a moment to place her finger over her lips to briefly stifle a belch that had bubbled up in her throat. “I would have fell into a food coma on the spot if he hadn't had taking so long to settle down.”

“Not so tough are ya now huh?” Ibaraki laughed as she poked the front of Shuten's immense gurgling belly. “Hope you enjoy your last few labours being getting to travel through an oni's innards and plumping her up nice and good!”

Shuten softly laughed. “Relax Ibaraki. No need to rile him up now, he's been quite resilient the entire time, even as mush. He's resurrected a few times already, and I'd hate to spoil the mood if he were to reform in my intestinal tract, fufu...”

“Being a party to gossip, breaking curfew, turning one of Master's strongest servants into slop,-” Abaigail said, glancing over at where Chacha, Jack, and Bunyan were, watching them as they played with their pudgy bodies by bouncing their giant potbellies into each other like they were sumos. “and then meeting with us like we were a secret coven of witches. All very fiendish if you ask me.”

“Well when you put it that way it sounds like I've done something quite scandalous and vulgar.” Shuten said, eyes narrowing to slits as her lips curved into a grin. She idly traced circles onto the skin of her great vast middle with her hands as it shimmered from the bubbling churns, busy with the process of digesting the herculean feast of Heracles. “I do know how hard it is to be forced to abstain, to try and hold back those urges. But that's not a healthy thing for an oni to do. So maybe it wouldn't hurt once in while to sneak out, and have some fun. That is, if you still have the appetite for it.”

“Well Illya Douji. Feel like you have some room left in there?” Chloe said as she stood up and stretched.

“I-” Illya began, before her stomach spoke up for her, letting out a prolonged unmistakable rumble. “I guess...a little wouldn't hurt.”

“That's wonderful. It's always best when humans and oni bustle around together.” Shuten said, running her tongue over her sharp canines as she felt another few dozen gallons of divine heroic spirit puree be funneled down into her bloating innards. Freed up of some much needed room, her middle joined in with hungry growls of its own. Soon the room was inundated with the anarchic choir of several bellies aching to be filled. “In fact I think it would be a nice occasion to re-visit the mess hall. Wu Zetian did mention that today all the male servants will be there for dinner, and I think they would greatly enjoy our presence...”