Season XX Episode 61: Are Y ou, my Meal?

By: Fatedmeal

Ache

Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be a mentos? I didn’t know what th ose sugary pills were as we didn’t have any in the servantverse. But y ou can throw them in a soda pop. Watch the little ball of sugar bubble up and fizz le out into nothing. Sugar overflowing with sugar. I wonder if master ever had similar thoughts.

“Hey…Hey! HEY!! Could you stop staring at me and just come out with it already.”

Medb yelled at the blonde haired and blue capped servant. The latter was a woman clad in a white bikini with blue fringes . She that had been trying to telepathically communicate with the former of the two. Queen Medb, a pink haired servant dressed in white clothes.

Finally, XX, the blonde-haired and pony-tailed servant crossed her arms . O ver the blue mini jacket that covered her arms and shoulders. The impractical clothing only descending pas sed her clavicle. There was barely anything else that constituted the blue-eyed servant’s attire. Thus, bikini-clad servant had a lot of skin to display.

“I think that I want to eat the master.”

Mysterious Heroine XX said. A statement that made the pink haired Medb scoff.

“Then why don’t you?”

The Celtic queen retorted, not taking her fellow servant’s words seriously.

“There are other servants. Servants who want to eat master as well. Should I just…take her from them? I’m pretty sure some of them are in love with her.”

Medb tucked her hair behind her ears as she listened.

“Why does that matter. If you like something, then why not just take it. Food is food.”

Medb plainly replied. Now only half-listening to the servant that she speculated was just blowing hot air.

What even is this conversation? Can’t she find someone else to bother?

“Yea…but master is also my wallet as well. What! Am I supposed to spend my Cosmo currency here? They don’t accept it here.”

XX moved her hands and smushed them against her puffed out cheeks. Even thinking about her master had brought an ache to her chest. At least that was what it was at first, but the more she thought about her the more that ache changed. Eventually there was a roaring agony that radiated from the former Galactic Police detective’s taut abdomen. The fine musculature that overlayed her belly rippled from anger. A rightful one upon being deprived of what it desired. Her master.

These feelings were rapid fired delivered to Medb in the form of hastily prepared words from XX’s lips. Just as the warrior queen was leav ing the table.

The pink-haired servant looked at XX with an indignant rage. As her wrist was being gripped by the space traveler.

“What! It sounds like you are just fucking lovestruck to the point that you are stressed about it. Besides aren’t you usually one to protect your master.”

Fuck. I’d probably eat her myself if it means that I can convert Chaldea to my rule.

Medb countered before yanking her arm away. She finally left XX to her own ruminations.

The reasoning behind Medb’s statement was a simple one. A pathology that the warrior queen can pridefully say she was familiar with, because she had struck the hearts of many men and women with her beauty and strength. G astrointestinal problems would typically arise after extended severe psychological stress from trying to win the warrior queen’s favor . Medb would have brag ged that she had left many belly aches in her wake.

However, such information was lost on XX.

“Love! How could an office lady like me love master? Especially since I’m older than her. My colleagues might end up calling me a cradle robber.”

XX whispered to herself. Although, she couldn’t deny that Ritsuka’s body made her mouth water. Her master’s thin legs that just had enough meat on them to give a plump yet lean appearance. Those legs merged at her hips to form two rounded curves called her glutes. Then Ritsuka’s scrumptious fat would thin out into a tummy that might have been a touch too tight. But XX was certain that it would be packed with flavor. Ritsuka’s savory adipose would return as two sizable mammary glands for XX to munch on, before tapering up to a neck for the servant to relax her jaw on. Then, finally, there was her Ritsuka’s head. Where XX’s master kept her bright smile and her orange hair tied up in a side ponytail. An adorable countenance that the older woman couldn’t help but want to mess up.

The thought of her friend, definitely not romantic interest, being gobbled up by someone else brought both a profound ache and sense of emptiness through XX being. As if she were an empty g alaxy with naught much but an exploding star in the center of it.

I can’t wait any longer. I’ve been a p enny pincher before, so I’ll figure out what to do about by the time of my next salary.

XX stood up and licked her lips. She placed her right fist in her left palm and cracked her knuckles.

This unrelenting feeling . I’m not sure if it merits a hostile takeover, but I’ll make sure to sate it.

XX without concern for her surroundings, began to sprint towards Ritsuka’s room.

Get ready master, I’m about to teach you the harsh reality of capitalism.

XX licked her lips as her heart thundered in her chest. However, the cardiac muscle didn’t constrict as tightly as her stomach . An organ that the g alactic d etective psyched up to hold her master within its embrace.

Ha! Love, what does that have to do with office lady like me. My blood is practically energy drinks and ramen at this point. The idea of a romantic suitor is well out of my range .

XX chastised herself. Even though her heart throbbed all the same. A distinct ache that couldn’t pathologically be explained by biological mechanisms or somatization.

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“Haaah~”

Ritsuka sighed after she left the bathroom. Her change of clothes was laid out on her bed in advance. A task that the master was mindful enough to do ahead of taking a shower. She left the steamy restroom in nothing but a thin towel and a slight ache around her mid-back. The soft towel clung tightly to Ritsuka’s lean figure like a damp wrapper. The wet and white fuzzy fabric was nearly see - through with how it soaked up the water. The damp fabric covered the upper curve of her pert breasts down to her mid-thigh. If Ritsuka wasn’t careful in her movements then it would be possible for an individual to get a view of Ritsuka’s nether regions. However, that was not a concern for the master who felt safe within her room. Rather, her thoughts were more focused on what felt like a sharp pain, like an ice pick going through her back and towards her front.

Did I pull a muscle during a previous mission?

Ritsuka hoped that was all it was , rather than internal damage earlier from blunt trauma. As the training exercises have only become more vigorous due to the dangers the Lostbelts posed.

Thus, with Ritsuka’s thoughts elsewhere, she didn’t hear the noise of someone running outside her door. Nor did the master expect for a servant to come barreling through her doors, just as she went to pick up her clothes.

CRASH!!!

Ritsuka immediately turned to face the entrance behind her. However, the human’s reflexes were much too slow to react in time. XX leaped in the room after kicking the door. The servant’s blonde bang of hair flow ed freely in the gust of wind before she stomped down on the floor. The older-sister type character (as she sometimes would refer to herself in reference to her master) panted . Less so from the effort it took to run to her master’s room, but out of anxiety. Of what she was about to do.

Oh Avalon! What is master going to think?

From the nearly naked master’s perspective, she just saw the fractured door give off several dying sparks. The alarm that should have been in place during such an incident had failed. Ritsuka looked back at XX and saw that her servant was now looking at her. But her blue eyes seemed uncharacteristically wide and there seemed to be a little drool that was dripping from the formerly overworked office lady’s lips.

GOROOAN

Did she just bust through my door because she is hungry?

XX clutched her stomach in her hand. The other hand rested squarely on her hips as her thighs flexed. The older woman’s body was raring to leap at her master.

Oh gosh! Master looks so cute!

XX felt some saliva slip out of her lips at the tantalizing sight that was her master.

And appetizing…

Before it could drip down further, she extended her tongue and slurped up the unintentional secretion. The space detective in a bikini left a shiny gloss on her lips from doing so. But who wouldn’t salivate when a dear friend was presenting herself as a fine piece of sculpted meat?

It’s almost as if she read my mind. Master even washed herself and wrapped herself in easily removable packaging.

XX squeezed her hand over the patch of skin, nerves, muscle, and fat that covered her growling stomach. A greedy organ that reinforced the servant’s growing belief that her master had noticed XX’s ailment with clairvoyant clarity. That Ritsuka had disrobed, washed, and then packaged herself in a transparent wrapping for XX’s ease of consumption.

XX stood straight up and began to walk towards her master. The servant’s flushed face was matched by Ritsuka’s own blushing countenance. However, the rubor on the younger woman’s cheeks would soon deepen to a hue like that of a tomato.

“XX, what is with that weird look on your face? Is everything all right?”

Yes. The Chaldean master was a delicious red tomato. XX licked her lips once more. The servant’s vibrant pink tongue glistened with drool that tickled Ritsuka’s nares with an acrid aroma.

I’m so happy that you are willing to be my meal master.

“All mine.”

A heavy and warm gust of XX ’s morning breath blasted from her mouth and onto the young mage’s face. Ritsuka yelped as she tried to back away from the advancing older woman. Even though the master was around two inches taller than the blonde-haired servant, she couldn’t help but feel intimidated by XX’s lustful gaze. Like a deer caught in headlights. It didn’t help that the back pain that Ritsuka had only flared from this unexpected stress. She kicked her legs outward and up in the air. The master’s upper body rolled on her casual clothes.

The ache deepened for the two ladies. For different reasons as Ritsuka’s back pain increased from lying on her bed. XX’s desirous ache increased from seeing her master rolled out on her clothes. Like a fine slab of meat on an impromptu plate. XX’s master had even offered her feet by pushing them up in the air. A gesture that XX took literally into her hands.

“Ma-master. If I knew that you were this understanding, then I wouldn’t have wasted so much time worrying.”

XX said before her respirations began to deepen. Hot and moist blasts of air hit the wiggling feet. The master’s cute soles twitched from the attention that XX’s lust-fueled panting provided. An action that was driven by Ritsuka’s own blushing countenance and heavy breathing. Ritsuka’s pained gasps were mistaken for moans by the hazy-brained onee-san.

Fuck. She really wants this as much as I do. I don’t think that I can stop myself…I don’t want to stop myself.

“Ahh~”

Ritsuka gasped as the dense nerves in her soles were stimulated by a hot mass. The culprit being the origin of the warm air that spread moisture over the bottom of her feet.

XX’s tongue extended like a damp and un rolled carpet. The organ undulated and the older woman quivered as the salty residue of her master’s soles impacted her tastebuds. XX marveled at the refined complexity that the bottom of Ritsuka’s feet alone offered. An intermingling of lightly applied sweet flavoring and the bitter tang of her natural body’s taste was reminiscent of the nights when the office lady guzzled down energy drinks. The taste only invigorated XX to hasten her consumption of the quivering younger woman that laid before her.

“ Ah! ~ what are you doing XX?”

Ritsuka attempted to inquire between heavy gasps as she saw XX lavish the bottom of her feet with oral attention. The entranced servant left a sticky film of drool before she stuck her tongue through the space of her toes.

Oh…Ahn… God . Is she trying to fuck me?

For XX , Ritsuka was unlike those sugary drinks that also made her heart race after guzzling them down. The prominent headache that seemed to coincide with the energy rush was absent. Only a blissful radiation of warmth that made XX tremble in her high-heeled sandals.

I had no idea that master was so intoxicating.

BURGROAN

XX’s head cleared momentarily. She then felt her stomach angrily growl after she stopped for a moment. But this moment of clarity allowed the servant to remind herself that her master’s altruism was an ultimate one. That after XX consumed her that would be it. Ritsuka would exist as nothing more than delightful roll of flab for her to fondle. Her breasts and ass would be laden with the fiery orange-haired mage’s existence. As soft fat deposits. Then an odd idea emerged in XX’s empty head. One that she would regularly not do with any other meal. But the moment that the idea sprouted it spread at a tremendous pace.

It must be because master is a special meal. Yea. There is no other reason.

XX told herself as she rotated raised one of her sandaled feet up and onto the bed. The servant maintained her grip on the master’s legs as she lifted her other foot onto the bed. The bikini-clad woman pushed down any inane thoughts of love that Medb spouted to her earlier. Then X X rotated her body so that she was still facing Ritsuka’s saliva-slathered feet , and the recumbent master was facing the space traveler’s rear .

The thick drool dripped down the younger master’s legs. The irritating goop prepared the orange-haired woman for an easy entry into XX’s alimentary tract. The first step in turning the shivering master into feminine meat goop herself.

Meanwhile, Ritsuka stared in awe at the sight of XX’s fatty ass cheeks. From the master’s angle and how the servant crouched over her body, the white bikini barely contained the XX’s wide hips. Attached to those hips was a rear that eclipsed the thin girl’s own bottom . One that hovered over her chest. Ritsuka felt the bed shift as XX shuffled backward. The n the office lady’s ass the light of the ceiling as it drew closer to the master’s face. Ritsuka stretched her neck and saw the dense mammary tissue spill out of XX’s bikini top from the sides. The junk food that the servant had subsisted on prior must have allocated itself mainly on these two assets. Ritsuka looked up even further and saw the onee-san’s smirking countenance… giving her one last longing look.

“I hope that you are ready for a hostile merger master.”

XX said before turning back to her master’s feet. She widened her jaws and felt them click. The pair of mandibles distended outward as the servant wiggled her prodigious rump.

“Wait…cough…XX. I don’t want to have sex…”

Plop

Glurk

The lustful onee-san seated her weighty rear on Ritsuka’s face. The master ’s head was nestled nicely between the crevice created by the bikini clad woman’s curvaceous contours.

Nearly simultaneously, XX slurped up Ritsuka’s writhing feet. The pair of soles bathed the servant’s mouth with the divine taste that XX became addicted to in a short time. The galactic detective wrapped her tongue around the feet that reached to the back of her throat. She took in the natural taste before chew ing on them lightly. To see if such an act would elicit more flavor.

The unintentionally teasing action made Ritsuka’s body stiffen and for her breathing to become erratic. Warm currents of air flowed over XX’s cheeks. A sensation that was like the seat warmers that XX had installed in her spacecraft. But it provided a pleasant tingle that spread betwixt the office lady’s cheeks and in two directions. Up XX’s spine and down to her nether regions. Resulting in a toe-curling euphoria distinct from the gustatory pleasure that XX was currently partaking in. As the onee-san ’s lower lips begin to drool sensual fluids from the master’s rapid breathing, so too did the older woman’s upper lips. The ambrosia that was her master’s flavor had nearly left the uniquely starved servant in a sensually gluttonous daze. XX would rub her rump against her master’s face. Not taking heed from Ritsuka’s verbal contestations to the treatment. Or her attempts to wiggle out of the older woman ’s hold. The mage’s weak arms were unable to lift the servant’s hips off her. Likewise, Ritsuka’s attempts to slam her body against the servant’s breasts went unnoticed. Instead, the master only quietly suffered as she tried to not suffocate under the entirety of her onee-san ’s weight.

XX!!

The first few seconds of being steamrolled under servant’s ass w ere soft ones . As the doughy cheeks were plush to touch. That was until the slightly shorter woman’s weight settled fully on Ritsuka’s face. The soft cheeks , made fat by greasy fast food, became firm as the dense muscle underneath flexed and displayed their might. Ritsuka’s face was dead center under XX’s ass. The back of the servant’s bikini was chewed up by the cleft of her ass. Thus, so too was Ritsuka’s face as her head was smushed against the pair of ass cheeks. The cheeks of the master’s face were forced together by the walls made salty by the older woman’ s perspiration. A distinct spicy and bitter aroma wafted up Ritsuka’s nostrils and down her partly opened mouth. It didn’t help the young mage as her breathing became erratic. The potent odor traveled through the open-air channel and down to her lungs. Ritsuka’s lungs diffused the malfeasant and tainted oxygen to the rest of her body’s system. She tried to communicate the treatment that she was being subjected to. But the only response that the young mage received was of XX lightly squeezing her chest with both of her thighs. The thick structures of adipose and muscle treated Ritsuka teasingly.

However, the feeling of a viscous and pruritic liquid was the most violating sensation that Ritsuka had to endure. The heavy drool within XX’s mouth coated the young mage’s feet in a slimy film. The result of an action that Ritsuka would never think would come from the Mysterious Heroine. Someone who was both simple-minded and considered her a friend.

What changed? Is she being controlled? Was there something that I ignored, and this is the result?

Ritsuka’s answer came in the form of a change in texture. From the rough stalagmites of XX’s molars to the soft and velvety hold of her esophagus.

Glurk

The older woman having grown accustomed to the taste decided to listen to her needy stomach. XX wetly swallowed both the saliva that built up in her mouth and the pair of feet entrapped in her maw.

Ahhn~ master.

The sensation of having her throated distended. To handle the girth of her master’s adorable feet, slathered in XX’s own drool, was divine. So too was how much closer it made XX feel to her master. As the bikini-clad office lady’s action dragged Ritsuka’s body closer to her own and settled the younger mage’s lower legs in her warm mouth. Thus, the cycle started anew as XX slobbered over the length of Ritsuka’s lower calves. The taste was less sweet and sourer , b ut it reminded the space traveler of those gummy treats she would sometimes have after taking a pit stop. Or was it the other way around ?

XX. Please I’m not just some toy for you to use.

Ritsuka pleaded in her mind. As she felt her body tighten painfully as a nascent cloying sensation spread over her feet. It felt nothing like XX’s mouth as the walls were not lined by her glistening teeth. Rather, the young mage could feel her feet grabbed by suckling and sticky walls. If Ritsuka’s body wasn’t forced more painfully close to the servant’s own, then she may have figured it out sooner. Alas, Ritsuka was left to pathetically wail in confusion as she tried to grab at the ass cheeks that seemed to swallow her face. As despite Ritsuka’s body being dragged forward, up, and down XX’s gullet, the former’s head was forced deeper into the crease of the bikini bottom. One formed by the onee-san ’s ass cheeks voraciously chewing at the fabric. The zesty and toxic aroma pervaded Ritsuka’s senses even more strongly. So much so that she didn’t notice the next heavy gulp.

It was a simple act for the famished servant to suck up the lower half of Ritsuka’s calves. As the entire experience impelled her to do so. The distinct flavors that blessed the space traveler’s palate with each lick, gnaw, and swallow. The tight embrace bestowed on XX’s front from Ritsuka’s own body growing closer to hers. A mere byproduct from eating the master in this position. As XX’s breasts were smushed by Ritsuka’s writhing and relatively thin thighs.

She really needed more meat on her bones.

XX evaluated as she felt the pointy nubs, at the end of Ritsuka’s breasts, tickle against her lower abdomen. The towel that covered the master’s frame had begun to come apart. Thus, the smooth tummies of the two women came into delicious contact with one another. A skin-to-skin contact that sent an extra rush of Dopamine through XX’s cranium. One that was mainly fueled by the master’s seemingly devoted attention to the blonde-haired servant’s rear. Ritsuka’s furtive breaths and voice vibrated against XX’s fatty cheeks. Stimulating the nerves adjacent to the servant’s now glistening vulva. However, that was yet to be apparent underneath the white surface of XX’s bikini. The servant tensed her meaty cheeks over her master’s face. She drank in the pleasure of her master’s emboldened efforts at servicing her wide hips.

Maybe your thin frame won’t be that much of an issue. You’ll be a lovable pair of fat ass and breasts after this is all said and done.

XX thought as she dragged her tongue over the upper half of her friend ’s calves. She then patted the back of her master’ s rear. The frivolous act caused Ritsuka to thrust her pelvis into XX’s mammary glands. Her breast’s wobbled and the plateauing bliss spiked once more.

Glurk

That was all the motivation necessary for XX to continue her consumption of Ritsuka. Her next swallow caused the servant’s jaws to widen as the greater girth of the master’s thighs came to rest in XX’s wet mouth.

Mmhh ~ for such thin legs they pack quite a savory and fatty taste.

Finally, Ritsuka felt her head dragged forward within the clutches of XX’s ass cheeks. The clammy ass skin rubbed against her cheeks and caused the master to wheeze.

Damn it. If only I could get out of here now.

Ritsuka thought as she still had one command spell left after today’s training. The young mage hoped that she would be able to use it to cause XX to pause and assess what exactly was going on. Unfortunately, the young mage felt the slick and tight surface spread over her lower legs, and her body becoming painfully bent by this point. To the point that the bones in her lower limbs were audibly creaking.

Fuck…XX…what are…you doing?

The pain that had started out in Ritsuka’s mid-back now radiated up her shoulders and down to her legs. The master’s body convulsed, but the only accomplishment from that motion, under the tight grip of XX’s full body, was the draped towel falling fully off the former’s body . The cold room air hit Ritsuka’s damp skin. This string of events would cause the younger woman to clench and unclench her toes.

An involuntary response that made XX purr in quiet appreciation. The extra stimulation to the stretched nerves lining her esophagus augmented the full sensation that she had only experienced a few times. Such as when she shoved a large and fatty subway sandwich down her throat.

Glurk

I can just be so hungry.

Glurk

XX dragged the remainder of Ritsuka’s legs up into the death trap that was her mouth. Her jaws painfully expanded until only a residual numbing pleasure remained. The fullness that her descending alimentary canal felt would soon be accompanied by a stuffed gut. One that was currently sweltering in anticipation as Ritsuka’s feet finally passed th rough the older woman’s esophageal sphincter. The beating heart and expanding lungs were barely perceived to the master, compared to the burning sensation she felt upon having a part of her body pushed into this caustic chamber. One that had processed many fatty and greasy foods into muscular tissue and fluffy fat on XX’s frame. It was a wonder how she was able to fit all of it into her metallic suit. Although, that was a concern that she was less worried about recently. Especially with how often Ritsuka had the office lady go out to battle in nothing but a swimsuit .

It was finally at this point that said master’s head was ripped out from underneath XX’s rear. However, Ritsuka was unable to help herself, as the lack of fresh oxygen had done a number on the weathered mage. With her body weakened, the young mage was barely able to move her anything. Thus, Ritsuka’s face smacked against the now moist frontside of XX’s bikini bottom. The fabric now damp ened from the syrupy liquid that slowly oozed out the vulvar lips of XX’s loins. Ritsuka in relatively closer proximity to cooler air, took in deep gulps of the air. An air tinged with a proteinaceous and sweet scent. One that contained the aroma that wafted from the liquid desire expelled from XX’s lower lips, upon devouring her master with her upper lips.

The master, who had breathed in the nauseous fumes of XX’s rear, panted and inhaled. This would invariably lead to Ritsuka’s undoing and continued inability to speak. As her friendly onee-san interpreted the delightful stimulation as an invitation. The older woman scooted forward. A minor movement by the servant that had tremendous consequences for the young mage. As the space traveler’s puffy vaginal lips, that have spent many travels being unattended to in the cold depths of space, were pushed into Ritsuka’s tired mouth. The distinct mixture of fruity yet sour flavor splashed on the orange-haired woman’s tongue. However, XX’s ass had not only matted down the orange hair of this tired girl, but the salty liquid that splashed from between the older woman’s cheeks left the young mage parched for liquid. Thus, the master unintentionally suckled upon the sensual fluid that leaked out of the bikini clad onee-san . Therefore, she was still left in the dark as to what exactly XX was doing to her.

Glurk

pwah

That was until XX had decided to partake on Ritsuka’s sweet peach of a rump. The gentle curves were hugged by the roof of older woman’ s jaws and held between her sharp molars and canines. The young mage’s sensitive lips were then left to the mercy of XX’s tongue. One that she thickened and thinned through expert talent and skill. The servant dived the pink and saliva-soaked organ into Ritsuka’s now sopping lips. An unwanted arousal on the master’s part as her face was dragged up to the top fringe of XX’s bikini.

Ritsuka breathed slowly and deeply. The sharp pain that radiated across the entirety of her body began to dull, but it was soon accompanied by nascent sharp jabs to her rear. As XX masticated and slobbered over her master’s springy cheeks. Said master only had an inkling of what was going on. As she felt her the bottom of her bare breasts collide and jostle against the bottom of XX’s own larger melons. Her erect nipples painfully rubbed against the skin that lied under XX’s breasts. There was an odd bump that her left nipple would rub against. The young mage was unable to connect that any time she tried to move her foot in the burning clutches of XX’s selfish stomach, it would cause the servant’s stomach bulge to rub against her, Ritsuka’s, own nipple. Instead, the young mage’s attention was focused on the alien protrusion that invaded her vaginal lips.

Ah~

The servant’s slimy instrument, her tongue, dived in further. Compelled by the weak moans that left the master’s mouth. It was at this point that Ritsuka noticed how weak and hoarse her voice really was. The gentle swaying that the master felt made it more likely for vomit to leave her mouth rather than coherent words.

In this unintentionally sadistic act, one borne of misunderstanding, the taste that left a revolting residue in Ritsuka’s tongue was thoroughly enjoyed by XX. As the sexual fluids that leaked out of the quivering future pudge’s vulvar lips was a sublime addition to a much-desired meal.

It was as XX drained Ritsuka of her vaginal juices, that t he older woman realized that it doesn’t matter if Ritsuka was willing or not. She had been ignoring these feelings for too long. The servant wanted her dear master to be womanly sludge moving through her intestines. Fattening up her cells that would plump her already large breasts and ass.

Mmhh~ It’s just a natural part of space capitalism. No need to fret so much for being such a wonderful meal.

XX gave a final extension and stroke of her tongue.

Ah~

Ritsuka’s toes curled within XX’s tight stomach walls as she let out a deluge of womanly fluid that dripped onto the space detective’s palate. She swirled the delicious liquid, sadistically acquired, within her mouth as she gave a few final gnaws of Ritsuka’s form as cheeks. Then XX grabbed hold of Ritsuka’s free hands. The over exerted master’s limbs were limp and easy for XX to squeeze into the space between her lips.

Glurk

Ritsuka felt her body jerked upwards. The master’s vision caught a glimpse of the expanding bulge of XX’s belly. One that her chin would hit against. But not before the young mage saw the large girth of XX’s throat expand with the mass of her ass cheeks. The confusing sensations that the master felt throughout this entire experience had finally begun to make sense. Then her pert breasts mashed against XX’s own heaving mammary glands.

Glurk

Ritsuka’s lower abdomen would only receive a few languid strokes of XX’s tongue before the latter decided to slither it down her expanded esophagus. The lumen of the muscular pathway gripped the soft structure possessively. It was only outmatched by how tightly the office lady ’s own stomach clung against Ritsuka’s lower limbs. The distensible walls only expand ed as far as necessary. As a result of this abrupt swallow, Ritsuka’s face was pushed into the growing bulge of the onee-san ’s opulent belly.

Oh god ! Has XX been eating me this whole time!!

How this happened was on the forefront of the master’s mind. Only for her thoughts to be interrupted as the predator’s belly greeted the prey.

GLROGLE

A signal that preceded an intensified burning that spread over the lower aspects of her subsumed body.

It hurts. Shit…I can’t…talk.

Ritsuka tried to do more but wheeze . However, having a pair of fat cheeks crush her face, being waterboarded by sexual fluids, and now feeling her taut belly being violated by an intrusive tongue and jaws was all too much for the woman who originally just had minor back pain. The trauma built up and left Ritsuka in this weakened state. Unable to convey her distress. The fear that she would be reduced to a disgusting pile of slop overwhelmed her thoughts.

What can I do?

Without any energy to use her last command spell, Ritsuka was only able to weakly sway until the next…

GLURK

Such a tender tummy. She is just sliding down my throat.

GLURK

Ritsuka’s vision was tugged up and above the servant’s milky breasts and towards her bulging neck.

“X…”

“…”

Ritsuka felt her strength wan e as gravity worked against her attempts to meet her servant’s face. Even if the master were able to flex her neck completely towards XX’s face, the most that the young mage would see is her own chin. Therefore, she was forced to extend her neck down into the sweaty chasm that was office lady ’s breasts. The soft pillows squeezed on the woman’s face. The dark shade didn’t provide any comfort for the prey. As it only attuned her senses to what was happening to her body.

The muscular folds of the stomach walls clung to Ritsuka’s body more tightly than her combat uniform ever had. The folds protruded against her sensitive skin unforgivingly. The gastric organ clenched and gurgled at her body. As if it was angry that Ritsuka didn’t immediately melt into sludge upon entering the stomach. The soft and velvety walls of XX’s throat now encircled over the master’s form cheeks. The peristaltic motions of the esophageal lumen tenderized the cheeks. Until they felt sore as XX slathered the last of her belly and upper arms. All before the servant decided it was time to munch on her master’s firm and erect mammary glands.

Gulp

Such a delicious meal. I better make these last bites count.

Ritsuka silently gasped as she felt her sensitive chest pulled into the wet maw of the beast. The squelches that reverberated from XX’s mouth droned over the young mage’s head. She could only see the stalwart muscles of office lady ’s throat move synchronously with the heavy chewing of her breasts. A sharp pounding reached the helpless master’s temples as it felt like this moment dragged on for hours. The blood in Ritsuka’s body having flowed down to her head and caused her to come in and out of consciousness. During the master’s moments of consciousness, she couldn’t help but feel completely objectified by her servant. Ritsuka couldn’t even gleam the truth from older woman ’s blue eyes. All the answers that Ritsuka obtained were from the predator’s body language. XX’s hands had moved down and out of Ritsuka’s vision , but the latter could feel her servant’s coarse hands caress the belly that held the prey’s sharp outline. The older woman ’s legs were flexed and pushed to the side. Her feet just out of view, but attention to the fine muscles in her calves would relay to the perceptive master that the servant was scrunching her toes in pleasurable bliss. Meanwhile, the breasts that entrapped Ritsuka’s head would spontaneously jiggle and offer these free glimpses to the rest of XX’s body. Her formerly flat abdomen was stretched thin. To the point that the fine muscles and vasculature could be discerned from the prey’s eyes.

No…oh god…I’m just a…

Glurk

Ritsuka felt a tight pressure over her throat as her breasts were swallowed up into the cramp space of the esophagus. Her shoulders and arms pushed the servant’s throat out further. The crushing pressure of XX’s incisors caused the master to inaudible choke in pain.

Mmhh~ just a couple more…

GLURK

The wet sounds that XX’s mouth made became louder in Ritsuka’s ears as the older woman’s lips passed over the back of her head. The space detective’s breasts that used to cup Ritsuka’s head now jostled far below. As if waving farewell.

Her neck is so tender and bitter. Nothing like the fatty mounds earlier. Mmhh~ I never thought that I would compare breasts to wagyu beef but… is this what wagyu beef would taste like?

GLURK

XX slurped up Ritsuka’s neck and widened her jaws to take in the full circumference of the master’s head. The servant felt her master’s face smear against her rolled out tongue.

Mmh~ I should end this last bite as soon as possible. I don’t want to sully this tasty slab of meat with a bad aftertaste.

XX swirled her tongue over the salty surface of Ritsuka’s face. The master was reduced to a hyperventilating mess as the malfeasant odor of XX’s maw was a h arrowing experience . The servant’s mouth was differen t from the other spaces that the master’s head was trapped in. Due to an unhealthy diet of red meat, carbonated drinks, ramen, and greasy foods, the servant’s breath burned through the master’s nose . Furthermore, the saliva that splashed into her gasping mouth tasted like bitter sludge. If Ritsuka’s entire body wasn’t trapped in an organic vice, then she would have shaken from revulsion. The viscous drool oozed from top to bottom. Over Ritsuka’s head and draped it in a slimy film. Acrid salivary bubbles frothed in front of Ritsuka’s eyes, and the pops, squelches, and passage of air within XX’s mouth boomed in Ritsuka’s fragile eardrums. Just as the master fully took in her new surroundings, the incisors that ushered her face in to the unbelievably cramped space had begun to close. Along with the lips that she was slipped through earlier.

No…

To think that I protected and helped you on so many missions.

Clack

Ritsuka was thrown into complete darkness and the mouth that her head was squeezed into began to heat up. Her desperate attempts to breath the stale air soon became a struggle to not drown in the muggy drool. As the level of salivary secretions began to ascend.

When all I really wanted to do was slurp you up like bowl of well-cooked ramen.

XX’s lips closed. Her cheeks bulged outward with the mass of her meal. She swished the heavy fluid between her cheeks. A somewhat adorable action done by the semi-nude office lady. As long as you didn’t consider that a younger woman was trying her best not to drown in that drool being swished between cheeks.

Glurk

But you tasted so much better

XX’s throat expanded outward after her cheeks deflated. The outline of her master’s face, open mouthed in terror, sunk down the servant’s neck and past her collarbone.

Pwah

XX fully reclined on her master’s bed as the latter fully settled in her fully engorged stomach. The servant could feel her blood being redistributed to the gastric organ, which had already begun to douse healthy amounts of acid over her meal.

Urp

“Excuse me.”

XX said to nobody as she brought her closed fist up to her mouth. She patted her belly with her other hand as she looked down at the well-defined outline of her master. The space detective was even able to locate her master’s side ponytail from looking at the rough bulges alone. Ritsuka seemed to be gasping like a fish, as the skin of XX’s abdomen sunk into both over the master’s eyes and mouth to an equal depth.

Mmh~ my stomach must be clinging as hard to you as the stalker trio usually does.

XX count ed her blessing s for not crossing them earlier as she was eating you. The office lady, in a first time in a while, finally felt full. A sated feeling that escaped her even when she ate a bunch of food. One that sprouted whenever she gazed at the orange-haired girl’s smiling face. No, it would be more fitting to say that the onee-san felt whole. The first time in a while since coming to her master’s home in Chaldea. XX fully reclined onto her master’s bed and over the clothes that the latter had laid out. Articles of casual clothing that were stained by older woman ’s love juices. But that held little meaning to a servant that just wanted to relax and listen to her dear master quietly digest into paste and plump up her curves.

Oblivion

The last thing that Ritsuka wanted to do was stay still, and she didn’t feel whole. A fact that would become increasingly evident as time passed with her trapped in XX’s cockpit of a stomach.

XX…

It was unsurprising that the weak mage was unable to move her arms or legs within the stomach’s stalwart walls. They muscular folds clung so close to Ritsuka that they might as well have been a second skin. Leaving sores and welts with each movement the master tried to make. Such a tight fit left Ritsuka with barely and breathing room and robbed her of any light that would have existed in a lightless chamber. This gastric cockpit was nearly as desolate and hopeless as floating alone in space. However, Ritsuka wasn’t wearing any space gear to protect herself from the hazardous environment. Just a nubile exterior that was left at the mercy of nausea-inducing fumes and a caustic pool. Both were slowly filling out the few empty spaces within the gastric chamber. The worse environmental hazard in this nebulous space were the ubiquitous acidic bubbles that were spawned from the frothing liquid. They would coalesce into densely packed pearls that would slowly expand in size, with the movement of the enzymatic tide, until they popped right against Ritsuka’s sensitive skin. The sores that were left from the overly amorous stomach walls would soon progress to ulcers and bloody wounds. The body ache that Ritsuka had was just a candle compared to the heat that this environment subjected her.

At the very least, Ritsuka didn’t have to worry about her natural orifices being impacted by the acidic spittle thrown from popping bubbles. As the firm stomach rugae bulged towards each one. The stomach walls gave a deep and unwarranted kiss to the meek mage’s own mouth. As the other sides of the walls wrapped over her ears. Thus, with each contraction, that also brought the acerbic surface closer to Ritsuka’s barely shielded eyes, of the stomach walls, the mage felt the gastric vibration reverberate through her head. As the cloying walls blocked her ears and eyes. Leaving just a growing burning pain to be received from those sensory organs. Thus, the throbbing of the gastric walls in Ritsuka’s unprotected mouth communicated more information than the two other specialized sensory organs. Of the rolling pressure and churning that the stomach walls had been inflicting on the helpless slab of meat. All the magical knowledge, weak circuits, and connections with God -like servants and heroes meant very little. As the pressure and heat of XX’s stomach sloughed off her master’s skin. The first of many layers that was ripped off in tatters before plummeting into the brewing broth. Connective tissues lost its connection as the two women became closer together physically. As the master slowly dissolved into a plump ball of meat and viscera within the spacefarer.

GLURSLOSH

A spacefarer that had decided to curl her body up in Ritsuka’s bed. XX had lazily grabbed the towel that was wrapped around her delicious master’s body. The servant decided that she would simply clean the gooey mess of love juices, as she relaxed from the large meal. The older woman dragged the damp towel over the deluge of her female ejaculate. Firstly, from the sticky clump that seeped through the front side of her white bikini. A simple enough task as XX inspected the towel for the absorption of sexual fluid. The onee-san ’s action of pushing her hand over her distended belly seemed to hasten the process of Ritsuka’s digestion. As the office lady could feel her digestive system contracting with greater vigor upon Ritsuka’s form. In fact, the onee-san was able to observe the circumference of her corpulent dome shrink with each breath that she took.

Gosh master. I had no idea that you were so fragile. Ooph~ I should really pay you back for how eager you are to mess up my figure.

XX lovingly rubbed the firm and bulgy outline of her master. The servant’s hand idly traced over the pair of bulges that were her master’s breasts. The office lady could barely see the muscle and skin that bulged into the master’s mouth, forming the fine outline perceived by XX ’s eyes, sink in as it seemed like she tried to speak.

“No need to thank me master. I’ll be sure to mess you up a little before you add to my softness. So, there is no need to rush. You are going to be such lovely weight.”

XX said with minimal movement from her master. The lack of response was interpreted as an affirmative by the simple servant. A s t he thought of her master being unable to move from the skintight hold of her stomach’s walls never entered the office lady’s mind. However, XX was able to feel the accumulation of gas bubbles within her digestive system. No doubt from the foreign entrance of melted human tissue in the servant’s digestive system.

Uuarrp

Mmhh~ it’s a bit bitter, but I can still taste master .

XX blushed to herself as she smacked her lips. The ghastly taste of her acidic brew was overshadowed by the savory aftertaste of her really close friend Ritsuka. Someone who was quite close to becoming swirling sludge through XX’s intestines. As the veritable pressure cooker of a stomach was hard at work in kneading the adorable master into a squishy pile of meat dough.

Ugh. Why isn’t this coming out?

XX was stumped at the sticky substance that had squirted out of her earlier. Specifically, the portion that was left to congeal over her master’s clothes. As it seemed that the sticky substance was more likely to be smeared on to Ritsuka’s casual clothes than absorbed into the towel’s soft fabric. XX’s efforts only spread the wet stain over Ritsuka’s cute clothes.

Glurslosh

Mmh~ I probably shouldn’t stay here for too long.

XX looked at the malfunctioning door. Stray sparks still flew, and it made an occasional dissonant noise that was possibly secondary to an electrical discharge. XX raised her feet up to the ceiling and then brought them back down to the other side of the bed.

Slosh

The office lady then rolled off the bed and picked herself up.

I don’t want to be caught by any envious servants who would want master for themselves.

XX gulped as she imagined that her prey-laden form may look appetizing to some of the larger servants. The short female servant began to walk out of the room. XX carried the full weight of the mage that was larger than her without much effort or complaint. Except for an audible slosh or squelch from her gluttonous belly, but she viewed that as more of a sign of approval from her digestive system. The servant could already feel the flow of bilious brew swirl through her small intestines. Undoubtedly carrying the first dissolved parts of her dear master. The young mage’s incorporation into the shorter and older woman’s figure would be a prolonged affair.

Hmm~ I guess that I’m the taller one now.

XX rubbed the swell made by Ritsuka’s scalp. Her statement holding true as the immense pressure of the stomach lining had compressed the younger woman’s spinal cord.

From the perspective of Ritsuka, this was anything but a walk in the park. Her muscles burned as the first layer of nerves that lined her skin were fried. The mechanical movements of the stomach, the clenches, contractions, and rubbing were made erratic by her servant’s physical movements. Even the initial movements of XX , just moving the towel , had a disastrous effect on Ritsuka’s unprotected limbs and other surfaces that were much too close to the stomach walls. The rugae tore the skin off her frame and even ripped the layer underneath. Fatty tissues that cushioned her muscles and retained heat were left at the vicious brunt of the acids. Furthermore, the increased motions of both the predator and prey, the former from cleaning the sexual mess left on the bed and the latter from the pain that the walls caused her, resulted in increased stimulation of digestive enzymes. The chief cells of her gentle servant, one that treated her as a casual friend, was now dousing her vulnerable form with pepsinogen. An acidic precursor that contacted the hydrochloride acid pool. Thus, a fresh wave of pepsin was released to drill and tear through the young mage’s sensitive muscles.

Fuck. Fuck. Why is this…fuck…happening.

Ritsuka could feel the blood flowing from her vasculature out of her body. The heat of the stomach’s interior increased as the blood flowed into the organ and its adjacent . XX’s sizable liver and other gastric accessory organs pushed on the master’s fragile sides. Meanwhile, the intestines from down below pushed against Ritsuka’s numb legs. The bottommost part of her body was already dissolved through to the bone. Nerves broken down into base molecules and all. The steps that XX had begun to take brought those limbs ever closer to snapping like brittle twigs. Ritsuka would have cried as she felt the organs around her bulk up by the minimal sustenance her melting body gave them. However, it seemed as if tears were beyond her in this nebulous and isolated space. The beating of XX’s heart began to soften in Ritsuka’s ears. The dark nothingness of the stomach remained, but the intense agony over Ritsuka’s eyes from having the stomach folds rub against her corneas began to dissipate. Her eyes having been reduced to jello from the abrasive pressure. Viscous liquid that leaked out as the stomach swayed with XX’s continued pace. A pace that spread the frothing enzymes all over Ritsuka’s body. From the bottom of her toes which have been reduced to bones to the top of her head which had her hair roots slowly ripped from the scalp.

This can’t…get any worse.

Ritsuka thought as the acidic fumes burned her muscles into a yellowy goop. One that wouldn’t fall as oily deposits as her fatty layer had earlier. Alas, the young mage would be mistaken. XX’s chambers suddenly jerked and with it the legs of her lower limbs snapped. Adding the calcium that made up the bone and the marrow into the fatty stock of acids. The reason for it being the arrival of a distinct voice. One that Ritsuka could barely hear. But the way that the voice vibrated against the walls , and reached Ritsuka’s partially dissolved ears , told the dissolving master one thing. That this was someone aside from XX talking. The bikini clad office lady ’s heart had begun to race, and the master came to believe that her simple-minded friend, who had somehow been led astray to devour her, was found out.

Yes…Please I’m in here.

The master felt prodding hands feel the tummy-flesh that sealed her away from the outside world. Her superficial nerves, which could have told the slushy master who was feeling her had burned up. Instead, the deeper layer of nerves that were exposed to the hands that rubbed the young mages prison only inflicted Ritsuka pain.

What…who is rubbing? Is it the other person? It’s me… I’m in here. I’m human !

Ritsuka didn’t have the patience to wait as she could feel the enzymes as a dense liquid deep through the holes of her muscle tissue. Tearing up the layers of fat from her torso and then letting them descend in the once clear brew. A brew that was becoming stained red. There was little time, so Ritsuka gathered her willpower and resolve. The last remnant of the energy within her body. A body that had been robbed of her skin, and patches of muscle and fat.

Please let it be Mash, Da Vinci, or anyone that can convince XX to spit me out and take me to the medical bay .

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Earlier XX had stopped in the hallway. On the way to her room, she had come across a pink-haired servant that she had seen earlier. Unfortunately for the master that was soon to be office lady pudge, it wasn’t a shade of pink that was bordering purple. Instead, it was a vibrant shade that belonged to Queen Medb. The Celtic queen who hadn’t taken XX’s earlier words seriously.

“Holy shit ! You actually ate goody-little two shoes.”

Medb said with an open-mouthed grin. The edges of her lips were curled up in an expression that exuded a queenly smug. The warrior queen’s teeth were bared like a predator, but they only served to emphasize the sneer she held at the sight of XX nervously shuffling in one spot. The bikini-clad woman was pushing her fingers into the tortured meal’s face. Medb could tell from the softening outline from the bottom of XX’s paunch that digestion was already well underway. The fact that it was another idiotic goodie two-shoes that was doing this deed was the icing on the cake. On that note, the warrior queen took a couple steps forward and saw that XX’s cakes had already expanded significantly. Her thighs and ass having swelled from what the intestines already absorbed.

“That is only because she is that important to me.”

XX said as she moved slightly and caused her caused her twin melons to jiggle.

Even her chest looks like it’s expanding.

“Right…it was because of that ache right. So, it’s gone?”

XX’s face adopted a dim witted and dreamy gaze. At least that was Medb’s evaluation as the predator squashed her hands against the softening and receding outline. The distended abdomen looking more like a semi-circle as time passed as these two women faced each other. Not even Ritsuka’s distinct side-ponytail was visible at this point. The tummy’s skin having smoothed over the prey’s face. Only the rounded ends of Ritsuka’s limbs and the impressions made by her eyes and mouth were still visible.

“ Of course, my tummy ache is gone. Master even offered herself up on a silver platter.”

BURUGLORSH

XX was beset with pride even as her abdomen roared. The abdominal muscles rippled from the spontaneous gastric activity. The bikini clad woman ’s expression faltered as she felt a bundle of acidic bubbles build up within her. Meanwhile, Medb merely crossed her arms. The cruel smirk having not left her visage.

What a dunce. Mistaking a heartache for a tummy ache . Ah ~ well. This is one way for the two of them to get more intimate. Although…I’m having a hard time buying that the master would just off herself to nourish one of us servants. Despite how much of drag she is by acting all altruistic all the time.

The Celtic queen’s answer came sooner than she thought. As a significant pressure breached the entrance to the stomach and slipped into the esophagus. It then traveled up XX’s with only the smallest hint of a bulge.

Ugh

Rather, it was when the gastric volume of stringent air reached her mouth did the servant’s cheeks bulged outwardly. A sight that was similar to a chipmunk as the skin of XX’s cheeks gleamed under the ceiling light. The faintest hues of a blush reached the servant’s cheeks before she released a…

U UU RRRAAA RR HELPI’ M STUCKINHERE RRRRPP!!

…raucous belch. One that caused the servant’s lips to flap from the intensity of her own burp. A deathly vapor that carried the stomach’s stringent moisture and the final words of the master.

Oh! I guess she isn’t so willing.

“ Urp …Sorry about that. I really should be going. I’d rather spend my time with master with just the two of us.”

XX stuck her tongue out at Medb impishly before passing her.

Huh…does that space dunce not realize that master isn’t willing at all.

Medb knew that XX wasn’t the type to lie…or tell a lie with a straight face. The reason for the bikini clad servant ’s continued ignorance was simply that her grossly voluminous belch having spread her jaws wide enough that it muted the sounds released from her soft throat. Not that Medb cared.

“Happy for the two of you, but it looks like your bikini can only hold so much.”

The Celtic servant merely took one look at XX’s widened rear, brought her hand up, and delivered a swift smack.

“It looks like it might tear before our little master is turned into your chub on your broad butt.”

Medb gave a snobbish chortle before walking her own way as well.

Hmmm~ now I just have to figure out how to get rid of the rest of Chaldea. Mash, Da Vinci, and who else. Doesn’t matter. I just need to find some gullible fools to do my bidding.

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Dang. I’m sure that Medb wouldn’t be so haughty if she found herself at the business end of my throat.

XX huffed before l i cking her lips. As it seemed that her first voracious experience has whetted a certain appetite within the bodacious office lady. Only the future would tell whether that proclivity would stay like the soft wealth of master-pudge that would be hanging off XX’s curves.

Regrettably, for the master, it seemed that was a future she wasn’t going to see. She felt her lower legs break into brittle calcium shards and proteinaceous tissue. Solutes that spread in the growing solution of death. The chemical and physical tearing of Ritsuka’s existence has left her legs gone, arms in tatters, and abdomen bare of any skin or fat. The abdominal muscles and sacks of fat that were Ritsuka’s breasts, which had dropped off and on top of her belly, were all that remained to protect her internal organs. The sinuous muscles that protected her ribcage had begun to fray. Impeding the movement of her breathing and the delivery of the stringent and deathly stomach atmosphere. Rapid shallow breaths were all that Ritsuka could accomplish. A breathing pattern that only led to carbon dioxide and more acidic elements to build in Ritsuka’s collapsing body. The tide of acids flowed over her body as she felt her spine snap. It was like a muted gasp compared to the ominous howls of the innards down below and the door to XX’s room opening. Ritsuka’s fibrous tissue and oily fats were sucked up by the voracious pyloric sphincter.

No…my voice…

Ritsuka felt her voice fail her as the vocal cards in her throat snapped and broke apart . Her last attempt to escape this situation had ended in failure. The false hope left the master in bleaker despair. Then when she had no hope to grasp onto at all. Such loss could not have been reflected on her visage. As the skin and muscles that constituted the young mages face had either been burned up by acidic fumes or melted down by enzymatic fluid.

Why…is no one coming…

Ritsuka couldn’t even feel her misguided space servant amorously fondling the softening outline of her form. Her powerful grip breaking several structures of Ritsuka’s body that had long since lost their innervation.

“Wow master. I can already see that you are going to all the right places.”

The onee-san pressed her fingers into her growing breasts. The fatty tissue splayed out between the gaps of XX’s fingers, and she could feel her bikini top begin to strain from the additions from the present meal. The same could be said for her bikini bottom as the strings bit into her hips. She peeked over her shoulder and pressed her fingers into her ass. Still sore from Medb’s smack, but the extra cellulite cushioning that her master-pudge provided blocked most of the impact.

“I don’t know if you can hear this master, but as someone who has always supported me in fights, I’m glad that you are still supporting me now.”

XX bubbled with blissful glee as she smacked both of her cheeks playfully. The office lady then walked over to her own desk and sat down on her chair , with a soft cushioning provided by the new fatty layer was much cherished by the busy woman. She pulled up the window that was already opened to ServantTube and decided to watch the latest Ereshkigal stream that she had just missed. All the while the servant wiggled her tush in the seat and felt her master move. A gesture that XX thought was an internal massage. One that caused the nerves that lined her stomach lining to be delightfully stimulated. Resulting in a dopamine cycle through the space-farers brain . Thus, the onee-san also massaged the top of what she assumed was the master’s scalp. With a gentle yet strong force. To mess and destroy what remained of her dear and sweet friend. An adorable young woman that was now destined to become her blubber. Although, if XX’s metabolism had any say in the matter, most of her cute master would end up on her hips and chest.

T hanks master. Just sink into the lovely stomach juices. Accept as my lovely muscles accept your being into their own.

In reality, Ritsuka’s recent movements were her death throes. Spasms that caused the acids within the stomach to filter deeper into her open gashes. The viscera and muscles that protected the young mage ’s organs broke apart after XX sat down on the chair. As the older woman’s heavy and voluminous breasts laid down on top of the gravid dome. The mammary glands c ompress ed Ritsuka’s head and beg an the cascade of motions that led to a deluge of pepsin and hydrochloric acid to fill in the young mage’s interior. Muscle fibers burst into mitochondria-laden bubbles from the pressure of the flow , and organs simmered under the great heat of the liquid. The boiling broth melted the ligaments and viscera that kept these organs together and attacked the deepest layer of Ritsuka’s nerves. Sending the agonizing signal of the terminus of this horrendous torment. The younger woman’s spasms began to die down as the nerves were eaten away and the last layer of muscle fibers fell off her bones. Bones that began to fragment, splinter, and shatter as the stomach walls began to contract further upon the master’s curled up body. If it could still be called that. It was not much more than half of a skeleton of organs held together by lose strands.

GLURCH

Ritsuka’s spinal cord was snapped and the cerebrospinal fluid that flowed in the sac within sputtered out like it was flowing out of an exhaust pipe. The clear liquid barely dilut ed the red gunk that was an acidic protein paste .

SSHGLURSHK

The next contraction of the stomach folds shot out the chunky organs and bone-speckled muscle fibers into the gluttonous intestine’s maw. For further processing. Ritsuka’s consciousness flicker ed throughout all of this. The stomach efficiently drained all the extraneous matter that composed her individualized existence. Until Ritsuka was nothing more than a bundle of heart, vessels, a lung, and an intact skull.

Buruglorsh

All the while, XX was kneading her tummy rolls as she looked up Boudica’s cooking channel. The servant salivated at the sight of the many mouthwatering dishes available. A hunger that was unlike the one she held for Ritsuka rooted itself within her when Boudica brought a sizable pot roast. The servant resolved that she would arrive at the mess hall tomorrow to try to stuff such a large bird down her gullet. Right now, the blonde bikini babe was content with her currently stuffed intestines. They were engorged with all matter of processed meat and fat. Bloated innards that squelched as the natural peristaltic motion ushered the digested parts of master through XX’s villi. Eviscerating the master’s form even further as the meaty sludge was doused with bile and lipases. All to make it easier for XX’s intestinal cells to bloat themselves with Ritsuka’s essence. Further sustenance for the servant’s own muscle and curves. Plush pudge and firm biceps for XX to flaunt in her bikini bod.

Maybe I should ask Raikou what she does for her attire?

XX shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She thought of how difficult a task it would be to ask that endowed woman about such lascivious attire. Especially since XX was sure that her own ass and breasts w ill both jut out and wiggle with an equal weight to the taller servant once Ritsuka had fully settled in as soft layers.

Splurck

Oh

XX felt her belly deflate and she looked down. Any impression that it was her master within her belly was now gone. It looked more like XX had stuffed herself silly with a boatload of burgers. An event and the immediate results were ones that XX was intimately familiar with from the past.

I hope that you are going to be a smoother bowel movement then a large bag of fast food.

XX squeezed the paunchy sack of fat and flesh wistfully. The servant was disheartened that her master was physically gone, but she felt whole. The ache within her was now gone. With no sign of it returning.

Good Riddance.

However, contrary to XX’s belief, her master persisted . If you could call Ritsuka’s current existence a living one. The young mage’s sole lung was, and the remnants of her cardiovascular system were mulched as she was slurped up by the pyloric sphincter. The young mage’s skull fractured and the gray matter within her head had begun to leak out into the intestines. A narrow pathway that clung tightly against the master’s skull. To the point that XX couldn’t see the protuberance of the cranial structure though her newly acquired layer of pliable fat. It was within that skull that Ritsuka’s mind was trapped. Or what remained of it. As her recent existence was one of unending pain followed by a nascent agony. Usually, to replace the old one as it ebbed away. A process that broke and eroded the master’s mind. However, just before the neural tissue that constituted her individual self , spilled out into digestive gunk in the duodenum, Ritsuka’s thoughts returned for a very short yet bright moment. As if she came back into this nebulous existence with an epiphany.

The digestive cavern that she, and all humans travers e through, the known universe expands onward. Until the day that it will invariably contract inward. Leading to an end of all things. Thus, being digested by one of her servants could have been seen as predestined. Fate.

At least…it was someone…who was kind…simple…and sweet…

Although, the master didn’t mind. As her human mind had well and truly broken. She was nothing more than good for this space traveler. To pad out her curves for time immemorial and far into the future. Whatever point in time that XX would manifest next. Thus, it didn’t matter if the servant that she would cling to as far or muscle, sculpted into leaner curves or packed on, was kind or cruel. All that matter was that it just happened. A fated meal. Ritsuka’s ache was now gone.

Good Riddance

CLRUCH

The small intestines narrow passageway was not as elastic as the unforgiving stomach. It was also far less forgiving. The cranial structure was smashed into fine shards and lost, with the gray matter, in the stream of meaty paste. One that flowed at a smooth rate through the twenty feet of small intestines. The important parts were sucked up and then packaged into red blood cells. These couriers traversed the bloody streams to far celestial bodies that were XX’s muscle, fat, and organs. Meanwhile, what was left behind traveled in the long black canal that led to one point. A singularity for all matter that the older woman consumed to be expelled from. The hot walls warmed the sludge even as the moisture was siphoned out of it. As the dark matter condensed into a coil speckled with white lights. Minute bone fragments that once housed dreams of a master. Now they merely peppered the excrement as a unique constellation. A slimy fetid matter that crawled into the large intestine. Where the parched walls swallowed up any remaining fluids. Ritsuka’s existence was reduced to a twisted coil. One that reached the end of its journey just before XX was going to sleep.

Mmph~ I guess that is enough ServantTube for today.

Standing up , XX felt the impression that her master left on her body. I t was to the point that her bikini bottom and top left an impression on her assets. The fabric clung so tightly that the office lady was a bit worried that they would leave marks. Her rear and breasts wobbled and jiggled as they tried to spring free. A change of clothes or possibly sleeping in the nude sprung in XX’s mind. However, that decision would have to wait. As nature was calling for the master to return to earth. The servant walked ever so cautiously, to not tear her bikini, to her personal restroom.

XX felt like she was defusing a bomb as she pulled down her bikini bottom. The servant fearful that the fabric would first tear before leaving her master-laden ass cheeks. Fortunately, after a long minute, the soft fabric passed over the office lady’s glutes and down her legs.

There we go.

The seat was cold to touch for the servant’s rear as she sat down.

Time to get down to business

Disposal Scene Ahead (Post-Vore Scenes after Disposal)

XX relaxed her pelvic floor muscles. After years of greasy and fried foods she had become an expert in disposing of large loads. Many times, the space detective would tell herself that she would eat more fiber, before and after finding a new meaty dish. The office lady felt the wrinkled holes of her widen to the point of the creases disappearing. She brought one hand to one of her ass cheeks and pulled it to the side and leaned forward. The servant was a bit fearful that her bowel movement would unnecessarily smear against the insides of the mountainous hills that were her ass cheeks. Ritsuka’s transformed appearance left the onee-san ’s dark insides and were once bathed in the bright light of Earth’s atmosphere. Except for the fact that the light was blotted out by XX’s twin moons. The fetid log flowed out in smooth manner. One that caused the older woman to slightly moan in tacit approval of the younger ex-woman vacating her bowels through such pleasing methods. Her anus was tickled but did not ache as it stretched to accommodate the large girth of Ritsuka’s current form. The former woman’s star speckled form met the water with a release of steam. The loaf of excrement cooled and congealed as it began to flood the watery basin of the toilet.

Ah~ much better than a bag of burgers. Much kinder to my figure as well.

XX looked down at her slackened paunch. There wasn’t as much tummy flab as when she first felt her master become ex-master in her digestive depths. A byproduct of her efficient metabolism. However, the servant’s body still had plenty of fat and muscle siphoned from the former master to distribute over her figure. But that was something to marvel at when she was not using the toilet.

MMHH~ Another thing that I love about you, is how you are coming out as one giant log. You’re a really good bowel movement master.

XX’s gracious thoughts remained unchanged as the former master left her bowels as a heterogenous dark log. One that remained unbroken and smooth despite being filled with bone fragments. Little shards that only served as little spikes in pleasurable stimulation for the woman that was expelling this large mess. It seemed as if Ritsuka must have eaten healthy for both her and the woman on the toilet. As the former master must have been packed with fiber. The toilet bowl became filled with a dark swirl of feces. The brittle bone fragments stood out against the fetid backdrop like stars within the dark cosmos. Finally, XX’s dark hole closed and the last of Ritsuka’s processed body left her dear onee-san ’s rectum. The latter of the two wiped between her rear of any refuse. Of the former who now looked a lot less cute now then she did going in.

FLUSSSHHH

Disposal Scene End

One would think that Ritsuka, after having her body destroyed and then repurposed as building blocks of XX’s fat and muscle, would be lost to oblivion. However, the opposite was more likely to be true. As the sentience of the former master had returned. Just not in the form that the cute orange-haired woman had as part of the individual living. Her mind blinked in and out as she caught a glimpse of a toilet. One that was swirling after being flushed before her world spun.

What!!! Was I just…?

Ritsuka didn’t have time to think as an odd sensation passed over her existence. As if the muscles that comprised her being slowly stretched, and then she felt a taut mask being pulled over her face and body.

Is that XX’s bikini bottom?

The pressure by this fabric , that pressed upon the sentience, was unlike any of the clothes that Ritsuka had worn. It was reminiscent of the traumatic experience that the young mage had went through. Of being trapped within her friendly onee-san of a servant’s insides. Being forced to soak up the acids within XX’s stomach until she broke apart. Until she became the very solution that bathed and tore her body apart.

Shouldn’t I be dead?

Ritsuka thought through the agony of being compressed by all sides. Her mind began to pick up familiar stimuli. Of the malfeasant aroma that she had inhale at the beginning of consumption. When XX had first sat on her with her rotund rear. The former master could taste the rear’s perspiration that had only grown more concentrated as it collected with the office lady’s cheeks. After the latter had spent hours of watching ServantTube .

Am I XX ’s butt fat?

The heat that one would expect from the insulating tissue, being composed of adipose cells, only further solidified that fact. Then the former master’s current master began to move. The bikini-clad onee-san’s callipygian cheeks and glutes creased and wobbled against the constraints of the tight bikini bottom. For Ritsuka it felt like her body was being bloodlessly cut by a knife. With the rear’s spicy aroma and stringent sweat being spread over her senses constantly.

Ugh. I really need a new wardrobe to handle my master-filled pudge.

… !

XX…can you hear me!

Ritsuka tried to call out after hearing XX’s thoughts. The entrapped sentience hopeful for even the slightest bit of clarity of her current situation. Alas, the consumed and digested girl, reduced to nothing more than soft fat swells was not heard.

It was as if Ritsuka was somehow able to peer upon a star’s thoughts from afar, but XX could not do the same. The former master heard how the older woman was delighted by the fact that her heavy paunch of a tummy had reduced to a minimally pudgy midsection. Most likely t hanks to her metabolism. A train of thought that struck fear in Ritsuka heart after they re-entered XX’s room.

What if I’m burned all up? Would I cease to exist?

Alas, that was an occurrence that was very unlikely to come about . A fact that was not known to either the servant or her thinking fat. XX’s body, her spirit origin, through the immense love and affection she held for her master, one that she conflated with simple hunger, had trapped Ritsuka’s spirit within her own body . The former master was now a part of XX forever more. Through all points of time that the servant would be summoned.

You know. I think that I can still fit in my mechanical suit.

Oh god no. Anything but that.

If being constrained by just XX’s bikini bottom felt nearly as bad as being trapped in the space traveler’s suffocating stomach. Ritsuka couldn’t imagine her mind being able to handle the pressure and heat of being trapped within a mechanical space suit.

That wasn’t for Ritsuka to decide. It also wasn’t up to the butt fat when the servant would go to sleep. As a now drowsy XX, having spent the entire day digesting and absorbing her former master, was now escaping into dreamland with her tight swimsuit still on. She flopped onto bed and drifted away while Ritsuka was forced to stay awake as her rear. A rear that was forced against the soft covers of the older woman ’s bed. A state that only increased the potency of the aversive stimuli that Ritsuka was first to feel. The salty sweat that coalesced as an invisible butt sludge suffused through Ritsuka’s intangible sensory organs. The fatty lumps couldn’t even escape from this revulsion. With only a mind to experience and no body, Ritsuka was forced to fully take in every aspect of being her friendly onee-san ’s ass.

Maybe…maybe Mash and Da Vinci will notice. What if Sherlock could…

PFFFRTTT

XX wiggled her rear unconsciously as she released residual gas in her sleep. The deathly vapor that had built up from breaking down Ritsuka into fetid matter was released upon the poor girl-reduced-to-fat’s senses. It was a small release of gas. One that barely quivered the skin of XX’s luscious, expanded rear, the thick cake that were her thighs, and didn’t even affect the newly tender office lady’s hips. But it tore apart at Ritsuka’s mind like a jet’s engine being fired right in front of her . It was so intense that the woman-pudge thought that this was how she was going to die. That her mind would shatter from this violent stimulus. Unlike the time when Ritsuka’s skull was gently crushed by XX’s intestinal walls, there were no destroyed nerves for the pudge to escape the pain from. Ritsuka’s consciousness was forced to experience this sudden fart through the cells of XX, her new master.

Near the terminus of this short release of gas, Ritsuka felt her mind fly away. An event that was independent of her will, but one that Ritsuka welcomed.

Where…where am I.

A similar sweaty fragrance pervaded Ritsuka’s taste and smell along with a tight confining sensation was still present. However, her vision wasn’t completely sealed as the fat of her new being was not completely concealed by XX’s bikini top.

I’m her…breasts-

XX rolled over in her sleep. Lifting her ass up into air and pushing her breasts down and into the mattress. The intense sensations that Ritsuka thought she had escaped only returned once more. But this time as massive jiggling breasts that heaved with even the slightest of XX’s breaths. A disorienting experience that Ritsuka was forced to contend with as the distinct swill of acerbic sensations pervaded through her existence.

“Mmmhh~ master you shouldn’t have brought me an XL Big Gulp. I’m trying to cut down on my weight.”

The older woman rubbed her body against the disheveled covers.

The former master would remain as XX’s breasts until her mind became unable to handle it. Then , once again, like a comet moving though the vast space of the universe, Ritsuka’s soul shot through the space of XX’s spirit origin and lodged itself back into XX’s rear. This was never of the former master’s own volition or judgement. A sequence of events that would occur more often than not during the night. As XX was a restless sleeper.

It was with each vacillation of torturous experience to a reprieve , from becoming newly emerged fat once again, that weathered down Ritsuka’s willpower. Her mind slowly became putty for the unaware office lady as she became servile to her powerful body. T houghts of escape became farther and farther from her mind, and the idea that she would be nothing more than office-lady fat settled in her mind. However, this wa s all only over one night. XX, the onee-san who simply couldn’t face that she loved her master as more than a friend, had all the time in the universe to make the soft pudge her own. In body, mind, and soul. And Ritsuka was helpless to being ground into sentient fat that only thinks to serve her new master. A friendly onee-san from space.