“She said she would be here.”

A simple, flat statement. Unenthused. Unimpassioned. These things, Hata no Kokoro in a nutshell, at least on a surface level. But anyone who knew the menreiki well enough could tell that she was more than a little sad, even without noticing the fact that she was holding a frowning porcelain mask as she sat and moped on the stairs outside of Hakurei Shrine.

Lately, Byakuren and Miko had been pushing Kokoro to make friends. Endless speeches from the latter had been the primary thrust of this, but Byakuren's method of "feeling sorry for how lonely she seemed and giving her endless amounts of smothering hugs" had also been an excellent motivator. Unfortunately, as it always seemed to paradoxically be in the outwardly placid world of Gensokyo, stuff was always happening. As it just so happened, more or less everyone she'd made friends with during the stolen mask incident a while back happened to be the people either in charge of causing problems or resolving them.

Reimu, she hoped, would be different than the others. The Shrine Maiden of Paradise seemed so… Okay, well, not nice, but begrudgingly tolerating of dealing with youkai traipsing around here? And yet, even though she'd sworn yesterday that she'd been around to have a nice chat with Kokoro, the whole place was seemingly empty when she showed up at the agreed time.

"Nobody wants to be around me, I suppose," she pouted. A lot of people were off-put by Kokoro's expressionless face, but even when they realized there was a roiling sea of emotion beneath the bland expression, it still made talking to them difficult. That wasn't all, though! As of late, she'd been noticing another thing that seemed to set her apart from most of the prominent ladies around here. They were…

"Oh! Aren't you that mask girl?" The voice was somewhat familiar, though she couldn't put a name to it until she looked up, (inwardly) startled at the appearance of two women standing above her. On one end, a green-haired girl in a shrine maiden outfit looked down at her curiously with her hands on her hips. She was matched by a dour-looking lady in maid clothes with white hair and eyes like drawn knives.

"The one that's always being so loud but just staring straight ahead. Yes." The first girl who had spoken, who she now realized to be Sanae Kochiya. The maid was… Sakuya Izayoi? Yes, that sounded right. The maid, who seemed less interested and more mocking, leaned in with a frown, "What are you doing at Hakurei Shrine? Seems like a terrible place for a youkai to cause trouble."

"Isn't your mistress a vampire or something like that?" Kokoro's response caught Sakuya off guard, the graceful maid's eyes going wide. She even got a little giggle out of Sanae, who she turned to with a frown. The motion caused her chest to jiggle. Actually, now that she was paying attention, so did Sanae's laugh! Her breath hitched as she realized both of these women were sporting the exact disparity she was thinking about earlier: they both were exceedingly curvy. Both women's chests were fully rounded and glorious, with just enough curve to their tummy to be enticing without being outright chubby, with broad hips and (she assumed) nice butts.

Kokoro couldn’t have been much further from that and she detested it; in comparison, she was a little too short, a little too stubby, and flat as a board. Her baggy shirt and that pumpkin-like skirt she sported did a decent job of disgusing it, but she knew all too well the sub A-cup and petite waist wasn’t going to do a whole lot of anything for anyone.

It made her feel unnoticeable, unhappy! But… Well, maybe that just wasn't a hurdle she could get over. Some things you just couldn't fix.

“What? I mean she’s right. You’re not exactly normal either, Sakuya. And besides, weird people congregate here all the time.” Sanae hadn’t noticed Kokoro’s mood shift, the mask in her hand having morphed into less of a frown and more of a scowl. “Really, though, what are you doing here?”

“Reimu was supposed to meet me but didn’t show. I guess she’s probably out solving an incident or something.” She shrugged her shoulders. Kokoro decided not to let this stuff get to her; why not just play nice with these two? Maybe she could get the desired effect of making a friend out of them. Carefully, she inquired, “What about you two?”

“Oh. That’s, um… A little embarrass-” Sanae began, seemingly prepared to pass it off as irrelevant before the steely maid spoke up.

“Sanae was going to borrow a bra. She’s the same size as Reimu.” Sanae gawped at how open and frank Sanae was. Sakuya shrugged, though it was difficult for her to hide the smug grin of satisfaction on her face for getting back at her, “What? Honestly, I thought that was probably the same reason our little mask-ed friend was here. Reimu sends to lend her clothes to someone or another at least once a week.”

"Sanae, I don't think they would fit. She's a bit mousy, and the chest is…" Sanae fell into a blush and went silent. She seemed to be a little bit kinder than Sakuya, but the words still caused a twitch of very rational annoyance to run through her, her hands tightening on that scowling porcelain face in her hands.

“I guess you have a point. It would just hang off. Honestly, I’m a little bit jealous. The lack of back pain alone…” Sakuya slipped her hands beneath her own chest and hefted it a little, letting it bounce and slowly come to a jiggly stop for emphasis.

“I know what you mean. I swear, every day it seems like they get a little bigger…”

The mask in Kokoro's hands continued to shift, slowly moving to an outright angry face and, bit by bit, segueing into the terrifying visage of an oni.

“The point is, our little friend here is built like a china doll. So she’s definitely not going to-”

Something snapped inside. Violently. As always, were you to simply take a look at Kokoro, you would see only dull-eyed neutrality, but the way she suddenly stood up and pressed her hands on either girl's back spoke dramatically louder than anything her masks could show or her words could convey. Both human women were mashed together suddenly, their ample tits squeezing tightly together, almost forehead to forehead, with the only thing truly keeping them separated being Kokoro's face.

“If you two are so interested in my figure…” She seethed, the venom on her words palpable enough to make shrine maiden and maid break out in a cold sweat, “Why don’t you become a part of it?”

"H-Huh?! We- Mpprmhgh!" Sanae, shocked, didn't even have time to put out the half-baked apology she'd concocted in her head the moment things got a little bit scary as both she and Sakuya (who was already angrily wriggling) had their heads pushed through a pair of hungry youkai lips. With zero issues handling the capacity, the menreiki gulped powerfully.

“She ’s… Guh!... Eating us!" Sanae cried incredulously. Yes, to be fair, that was exactly what youkai were supposed to do most of the time, but not typically to her!

"Can't reach my…!" Sakuya growled angrily, more at the fact that her carefully styled hair and the frilly maid headpiece atop it had been soiled by copious amounts of drool. Her hands were desperately reaching down for the bundle of knives tied around her leg, the perfect and graceful tools used so often to chase annoying people out of Scarlet Devil Mansion held just out of reach as the youkai swallowed heavily, passing by both of their shoulders and pinning their arms to their side.

The effort of eating them wasn’t particularly hard on Kokoro; she was terribly stretchy. If anything, it was rougher on both of them as the jiggling, heaving mounds of flesh that both of them seemed so terribly inconvenienced by were roughly manhandled by being introduced into her maw. Saliva immediately soaked through their tops, and the mask youkai paused to enjoy their flavor. Her tongue shamelessly darted into their cleavage, rolling around the hills and valleys of both women's bustlines.

"Do something, Sakuya!" Sanae was howling between pants and gasps, not wanting to indicate that this was feeling better than it should have. The motion of the gulps and the nimble exploration of the tongue had made her top come undone, braless chest now subject to the nimble pink organ.

“You’re the shrine maiden! It’s your job to- Guh!" Sakuya's own top had come undone, although there was no getting beneath that black lacy undergarment that kept them hidden just below. Shrine maiden power (or edgy time-stopping maid power, when you really got down to it) meant a whole lot of nothing when you were getting swallowed and could barely move your arms, let alone work magic or even spell cards.

Although her face remained bitterly indifferent and stony through the process of this, she couldn't help but enjoy the taste she was sampling off of those curves. Her stomach rumbled, something not missed by the pair, and they both let out a frightened cry. The darkness they were contained in rhythmically lurched forward and reluctantly relented from their forms. Again and again, the hungry girl's body beckoned them to come forward and spill down her throat, but the gulps relented each time. A terrible, edging tease that made it all the more startling and impactful when the throat did gulp them in deep enough to claim their chests.

The pressure increased tenfold around Sakuya and Sanae, and both let out muffled groans as the enviable knockers were bundled up and pinned within the tight air passage of Kokoro's gullet. Their bodies (what was not yet being actively consumed anyway) writhed, but the mask youkai reached around and gave both of their thick rumps a grope and a squeeze, beginning to use that handhold to push them deeper and deeper within themselves.

"Nrghhm…" The only thing they could really be thankful for is that no one was around to watch; even Reimu's usual cadre of shrine dog and annoying witch and oni were absent, which meant no one got to see Sakuya's skirt ride up around her ass while fingers kneaded into that plush asscheek, "I…I'll make you… P-Pay!" Those words sounded astonishingly hollow at the moment, even to the maid, especially when Konoko lifted both of them right off the ground once she reached their midsections and allowed the pair of legs to gloriously kick and pump at the air in a futile attempt to escape.

"You can't do this! I..I've got so much more stuff to do! I'm important!" Sanae wailed helplessly. And she was! Who would bring Kanako-sama tea in the afternoons in exchange for head pats? Sanae seemed to have a little bit more of something or another to say, but it was cut off by the abrupt intrusion of both of their heads into the stomach.

Suddenly, the wider space was working against them; a grim reality for the pair who had both been desperate to get a little bit more space in there! They schlorped through the fleshy barrier in a tumble, and immediately they were flopping all over each other. Sanae went muffled and distorted mid-futile cry, Sakuya bewilderedly looking around in the dark and sweltering interior of the belly to try to figure out why. It took her a few seconds for her to realize that the way in which they had landed had caused Sakuya's tits to plomph very firmly down on the green-haired shrine maiden's face. Oh well! No time to worry about that! As soon as her hands were free from the vice of the gullet, she immediately began to push and pound at the slick walls around her!

The experience was quite pronounced on the outside too. The rapid gaining of mass in the mask youkai’s midsection quickly outstripped what the baggy flannel top she had on could accommodate, and buttons holding back parting fabric quickly gave way, flying off to allow the overfull gut she was now sporting to bounce free into the cool autumn air. Neutral position or not, Kokoro moaned happily from the fullness. It probably would have caused a noticeable vibration had the two girls inside of her not been busy fighting each other for the privilege of being the one on top at the moment.

The stupendous display, as assorted bulges were pressed and wedged across her pale stomach, which was rapidly pinkening with the strain, was lost on her. She was far too distracted by the flavor of it all to care. Two pairs of thick thighs slinked between her hungry lips, but she decided not to bother pushing or gulping on the rest of them. With both Sanae and Sakuya mostly being in her stomach at this point, it was as simple as leaning her head back and letting gravity bring them the rest of the way into her maw.

Sakuya's bare legs twined against Sakuya's thigh-high clad limbs as her throat bloated with their shape. The final portion of them both to disappear within the now-satiated youkai were their feet, two pairs of high heels being nudged off of their feet and clattering to the brickwork outside of the Hakurei Shrine unceremoniously. A quick but torturous lapping against sensitive feet and toes later, and Kokoro's air passage was finally cleared of delicious, meaty human. She announced the fact in the most fitting way possible: a thunderous burp.

"That's better… Hnn.." Kokoro thumped back down to where she had previously been sitting, with the new addition of a writhing and bucking midsection now alive with both girls she swallowed fighting vigorously. The gastric prison they'd been dumped into was not generous with space; she could see both of their scrunched faces vividly pressing out from the inside, along with the rest of those impossibly lewd bodies they'd been bragging about. Did they really think they were going to get away with that? Did they not see how angry it was making her?! "If you ask me, both of you are getting what you deserve."

"Sakuya… W-What do we do? What do we do?! I can't draw my magic s-stars in here…!" She was in a full panic, a bit like a happy bunny that had been grazing moments before looking up to realize a hungry wolf was looming over it. Never mind that the wolf had already gorged itself at this point! She kept trying to trace the multicolored lines of her magic with her fingers, and little sparks would illuminate the slime-drenched interior before going out just as quickly.

"Got to… Get my…" Sakuya growled; in a gut or not, she had no doubts that she was going to get out of there, but she was terribly furious that she was going to have to cut into her own personal time away from tending to the little mistresses to have her clothes laundered! That confidence, born of countless battles won without much effort, died just as she finally managed to work one of her hands down to where those infinitely spawning blades she used were fastened just above her garter… Only to finally find nothing but slimy skin and stockings. She gawped.

"Looking for these…?" Kokoro sneered; the shoes weren't the only thing they'd lost while being swallowed. Sakuya had been so busy struggling against Sanae's cow tits that she hadn't even noticed the weapons being lifted off of her person! She gave an irritated, although useless, shove of her elbow to one side that made the belly slosh and wobble. Kokoro shut one eye and groped it, snickering; say what you want about humans and their powers, but one advantage youkai certainly had was that their bodies were made to be durable. Especially when they were preying on their primary food source. Even in a situation like this, two women, both taller and broader than her, fell under that purview!

But… Was this really right? She was supposed to be out here making friends. She’d come to do just that with Reimu, and instead she’d ended up gobbling both of them over a minor quibble. Reimu was sure to be mad when she found out… Maybe she ought to let them out? Yes, that’s what Miko and Byakuren would say.

"Just… Ugh! Let us out!" Sakuya shouted, muffled by the stomach walls, but managed to sound quite angry, nevertheless. She threw herself forward and suddenly those enviable tits were mashing against the front of her belly along with a near-perfect outline of the maid's midsection. "I didn't mean to insult your flat chest! If you let us out, we won't do it again!"

Kokoro would have had an absolute litany of furious masks swirling around her after hearing that had she not been so intent on finishing the job now. Yes. Yes, that was the way of it. Youkai were made to eat humans, and humans were made to digest.

"I don't have a flat chest." There was a loud gurgle, and suddenly, the stomach was alive with bubbling and burbling. Both women immediately began to fight, but Kokoro knew that it was far too late for either of them. Their shapes were repeatedly highlighted as the walls began to unleash an array of churning clenches on them. "You'll both see to that."

The cries of panic became screams of panic, barely audible through the stomach lining and over the cavalcade of digestive fluids splashing both very temporary occupants within her. Tightening and untightening, Kokoro groaned happily at the sensation of the pair slowly becoming less solid and more akin to mush inside of her. And as they did, naturally, their outlines became less and less defined. Incredible busty figures highlighted in taut skin metamorphosized into indistinct and hazy renders of what used to be human.

It took mere minutes to digest the Moriya Shrine Maiden and the Scarlet Devil Manor's head maid, the noticeable impacts on her stomach receding bit by bit. By the time all was said and done and the motion and cries in her belly had finally ceased, what remained was a shrinking potbelly that was still fairly hefty but didn't bely what she had just ate anymore. Not in size, anyway. As she grasped at the undersides of the gut and jostled it, she could hear the rattle of bones and see an assortment of jagged skeletal bulges weighing down the lower reaches of the stomach. Someone's eyeless skull here, a broken ribcage there. All of it would eventually be mulched down by the youkai's quite-effective stomach, but it was a more involved process than skin and flesh.

Regardless, she could hardly pay attention to them for too long; unconsciously, the mask of utmost joy found its way to her, flittering about as she realized she now had a bustline just as big as Sakuya and Sanae did! With her shirt as broke as it was, and her complete foregoing of a bra (why wear one when there was nothing to put in it?) she could see her newly accumulated flesh in all of their bare, rosy-nippled glory. She put her hands to them, letting out a smug giggle as she pushed up before letting go, watching them bounce: "Told you. Consider this penance for being absolutely rude."

Her chest was not the only beneficiary of the two girls' donations (probably the largest donation to ever grace the grounds of Hakurei Shrine, when one thought about it) either! An ass so big it hitched up her skirt was a secondary reward, lifting and spreading the fabric. The faces cut into the lower hem were distorted as a result, which was quite a silly display. Less silly were the wobbles and claps her ass made with every step.

"The only problem is I can't really walk around like this, can I?" What consternation. She really wanted to go home and show her two guardians the rewards of her "friend making" efforts. She could hardly walk around the Human Village on the way back with no bra… Wait! She could just borrow Reimu's! Silently, she sat down and thanked Sanae and Sakuya for the idea, as well as the curves.

Well, almost silently. The second her now-ample body plopped onto the stone, it dislodged a bit of gas in her gut. Her mouth widened and out flew a small assortment of pockmarked and ruined fabrics that hit the ground with a messy splat beside the pairs of high heels just ahead of her. Sanae's white and blue sleeves and Sakuya's stockings, both covered in slime and riddled with little acidic pockmarks, were now steaming in the midday sun.

“Excuse me.” The mask flittering around her shifted to embarrassment. Better to hide those before Reimu showed up, or she would have a lot of explaining to do…