Another collab my friend from the fate collab series  Fleshlord (still in progress, dw), this time involving Angela from Library of Ruina : )



warning there's a tiiiiny bit of male stuff in the accompanying drabble



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“My apologies, dear guests, but your ordeal ends here. You fought well… but not well enough. Bhwourr-oouUURRRPpp!”

The Library was usually silent in the aftermath of a Reception, as libraries were wont to be, but its typical ambience of rustling pages and pen whispering against paper was overpowered by a pervasive dirge of thick, reverberating churns. Kneeling in the middle of the floor like a blob of pallid flesh, Angela stifled a hiccup that transitioned into yet another burp steeped in the aftertaste of acid.

She pushed out a moan, kneading her palms into her overtaxed stomach in an effort to hasten the digestion process. Though hidden behind the burgeoning shelf of her tits, Angela could feel its mass slosh beneath her fingertips, inches of flab built from the many guests she had previously mulched. It busily occupied itself with digesting the Kurokumo Clan, with the discarded blades strewn around the thundering, roiling heap being all that remained of the Syndicate. Yang and Gin had long since completed their transition from humans to the gallons of chyme being sloughed through Angela’s guts - Sayo, in spite of her meager frame in comparison to her henchmen, was the only one left in a semisolid state, with only the occasional outline of a handprint to betray her presence beneath its layers of blanketing lard. The gurgles bubbling out of the organ muted whatever choice words Sayo had to say about her situation.

Angela suppressed another deep belch into her fist. As the Library expanded with every book added to its shelves, so too did Angela’s robotic characteristics begin to fade to make room for her developing humanity. Steel became flesh, and the slightest vestige of emotion polluted her otherwise perfect processing, but perhaps the most curious change was the appetite she had become afflicted with; the white-hot void in her stomach that urged her into swallowing the Full-Stop Office mere minutes after welcoming them inside. The euphoria of being stuffed to her limit with live meat conflicted with the indignity of such shameless greed, but while a machine would have dismissed the inefficiency of it all, the intrusive voice in her head convinced her that she earned the reward. She fired off invitation after invitation to lead a stream of guests directly down her throat, pushing her limits with each and every reception. Her curves swelled with countless Fixers, hips and thighs bulging outwards with flab, while her chest surged far ahead of her.

“Yo, Angela. Still busy with those guys? You’re gonna have to save some room for our trip to HamHamPangPang when we get out of here… but at this point, I’m more concerned with whether you’ll be able to fit through the front door.” Roland lifted a leg and nudged his shoe into her gut, letting it slosh beneath his heel. “I’m starting to think your bad habits are rubbing off on everyone else. Malkuth was pinned to the floor all day after she ate every member of the Rusted Chains, and Netzach almost digested the books of Jeong's Office after falling into one hell of a food coma. I can only imagine how bad the other librarians will be once they wake up…”

Angela glared at him behind the swells of her breasts. “Are all humans this blatantly hypocritical? You’ve been looking soft around the edges yourself ever since you single-handedly devoured the Molar Office.”

Roland grimaced, suddenly acutely aware of just how tightly the fabric of his dress pants fit around his thighs. “Okay, okay, I get it. That’s that, and this is this, alright? Just don’t blame me once you find out you’re gotten too big to leave.”

A sequence of gurgles heralded a sloppy, stomach-emptying burp that erupted from Angela’s lips with all of the force of an explosion, potent enough to leave Roland reeling back. Sayo finally succumbed under the pressure of the gut’s crushing walls, breaking apart into a spray of molten soup and leaving behind a tome that sank to join the many submerged books for the Director to regurgitate later. She felt her bloat diminish with every liter of Kurokumo Clan-suffused slop that was pumped deeper into her intestines - already, she could feel the straps of her bra reinforce their grip on her breasts as they surged with new heft. Unable to help herself, Angela licked her teeth as she drummed her fingertips along her belly’s uppermost curve. After the millions of years spent reciting the same script, she more than deserved the chance to indulge a little.

How many more meals were waiting for her out there once she finally found the one perfect book? She couldn’t wait to find out.

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