A Tam Lin's Tour (Comm)
 
 
 
Britomart kneeled before High Queen Morgan and lowered her head, half in respect and half to hide her face, for she was blushing deeply in a most unbecoming way for a knight.
 
The Lancer Class fairy had just returned from a series of incredible challenges and ordeals the Queen of the Fae had concocted for her, to test Britomart's skills and worth. It had been a great adventure with its fair share of adversity, but with the unexpected (but welcome) help of Novum Chaldea's Master, she had been able to conquer and so, had been appointed as Morgan's new expatriate Tam Lin.
 
Now, she had returned with High Queen Morgan to her quarters to receive her first orders as a knight serving under the mage sovereign.
 
"Your Majesty," Britomart began, solemnly. "I am still overjoyed with this honor that, undeserving as I am, I have received. As a Tam Lin, I swear to be my Queen's sword and shield, and to offer this body of mine to whatever cause will bring glory to the memory of Faerie Britain!"
 
"Your enthusiasm is commendable, my Tam Lin. If indeed you are so willing to offer your body to such a cause, then I am certain that I was not mistaken in granting you this rare chance," Morgan spoke coldly, but not cruelly. She conducted herself as the ultimate ruler, even though now she was but a servant amongst many with the purpose of protecting Proper Human History. "Nevertheless, I have no mission to give you at the moment and, as it would be a waste to tarnish your spear with meaningless appointments in the training room, I have another idea."
 
"I'm willing to follow Your Majesty's will, no matter what!"
 
"Britomart, my new faithful Tam Lin, you are still ignorant of our ways, as you were not amongst our ranks in the Faerie Britain people called a 'Lostbelt'. Therefore, as your Queen, I command you to spend a few days watching your fellow, more experienced Tam Lin to learn with them the true meaning of serving me. This is all." Morgan waved her hand to indicate that the Lancer was free to go and Britomart, getting up, bowed then curtsied rather awkwardly and made her way out.
 
"A few days...watching my fellow Tam Lin...?" Britomart blushed as she returned to her room. She felt even more awkward around them than when she stood before the High Queen herself! But at the same time, they were the coolest, most beautiful women the Lancer had ever seen. Having an excuse to spend time with them without looking like a creep might actually turn out quite interesting...
 
 
 
DAY 1: BARGHEST
 
 
"So those are orders of the High Queen herself...I see," Tam Lin Gawain appeared to reflect on the matter for some time then, having reached a conclusion, added in a harsher tone: "That's alright with me, but I expect you to take this very seriously, do you hear?"
 
Britomart nodded.
 
"First and foremost, I believe that you should learn about our base of operations, our new Camelot, if you will. Remember, although we are still loyal to Her Majesty, we also are servants of a mage from Proper Human History which, feeble as it is, we must protect. Come and I'll give you a tour of Novum Chaldea."
 
Britomart nodded and followed. Gawain, or Barghest, kept speaking as she showed the new Tam Lin "intern" the different places. Here was the dock, where the Nautilus used to be kept, here was the control room with Trismegistus II, that excentric girl with the glasses was Sion. Here was the underground library and that was the Caster Murasaki Shikibu. Here was the cafeteria and those three discussing dinner were Boudica, Emiya and Tamamo Cat.
 
The Lancer kept nodding as her fellow faerie spoke, but she didn't hear a single word that came out of the Saber's mouth. All she could think about was that perfect voluptuous body, which she eyed continuously as she drooled and admired that massive woman. Barghest was using her black dress rather than her usual armor, today being a sort of day off for the servants, and it left little to the imagination: her thick, shapely legs were covered only in pantyhose, with thighs strong enough to crush golems. Her dress itself allowed a sideboob view of the blonde knight's perky, humongous breasts.
 
Gawain of Many Loves...she had received another nickname in the Lostbelt she originated from: Gawain the Glutton. Although loyal and strict, deep down Barghest was still a death-dealing, man-eating hellhound, more dangerous than any Black Shuck or Gytrash by the very fact she was endowed with such statuesque beauty in her humanoid form. Her appetite was unmatched amongst faeries and she had devoured every lover she ever had. Britomart admired Barghest's self-control for now that she had been summoned to Novum Chaldea, she spent her days surrounded by some of the most beautiful people from human history and myth.
 
Yet, if only that self-control would snap, even for just a moment! The Lancer was well aware that she was herself an exceedingly beautiful warrior, her chest large while her waist was thin and her hips wide. She felt sure that she could outdo any lover Gawain had ever had until now and even if she didn't qualify as a lover, she'd still be a delicious meal..................
 
 
"Oh, who am I kidding?" Barghest suddenly came to a halt then, turning around with surprising swiftness for a warrior her size, she pinned Britomart against her wall, her gigantic tits on top of the Lancer's head. "A weakling such as yourself has no place amongst our ranks. Her Majesty surely meant for me to dispose of you, as you clearly don't deserve to serve the High Queen.
 
Barghest slowly opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and panting hungrily and dog-like. Her warm breath reached Britomart's face and made it grow even redder. Now it was the Saber's turn to eye her fellow servant and it soon became clear that any sense of camaraderie which might have ever existed between them was long gone. All Barghest saw was a large piece of meat.
 
Accordingly, she grabbed Britomart and, easily raising her body, shoved her fellow Tam Lin down her maw hastily and sent her down with a single mighty gulp, as if the Lancer had only been a tiny morsel.
 
 
"𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙤𝙤𝙊𝙊𝙤𝙐𝙪𝙧𝙍𝙋𝙃!" Barghest belched with her mouth closed, a fist before her mouth, then, remembering how a proper knight should behave, she cleared her throat and said: "Not bad, for a half-baked faerie like yourself. Still, being a quick protein snack is the best you can do."
 
The blonde patted her overgrown gut, where the Lancer was tightly packed away. Inside her prison, Britomart didn't fight for freedom, simply accepting her fate gladly. She could never reach the likes of a great knight like Barghest, so if she at least could satisfy her hunger even if just for a few hours, then she'd be useful at least once in her life.
 
"You're not even going to resist? Huh, what a poor excuse for a Tam Lin you are. I had steaks who fought harder than you. Well, do as you please, it's not like you'd ever have any chance against my body of steel anyway." And having said that, Barghest walked away, her massive gut just a bouncing, sloshing afterthought in her gigantic frame.
 
Inside, Britomart was kept in a most uncomfortable position by the stomach walls enveloping her body. Not only did they constantly press her soft flesh, but she was also constantly assailed by an ever-growing pool of gastric juices that seemed to burn her very Spirit Origin. It was no exaggeration to say that Barghest's body was made of steel, for her gut's muscles clearly were strong enough to withstand even the attack of a powerful Noble Phantasm.
 
The constant pressing and crushing from the fleshy walls, plus the corrosive acids searing her body meant that Britomart wouldn't last long in her current condition. Still, the new Tam Lin wasn't particularly unhappy with her situation. She couldn't compare to Barghest in beauty or battle prowess, so couldn't see any better use for herself than being a source of extra mana for the blonde. She wasn't even that strong of a Lancer, so if she was disposable to the High Queen, Master would care even less about what became of her. They were constantly summoning all different sorts of amazing Heroic Spirits, so a humble knight of herself would be easily forgotten amidst all the great figures that crowded Novum Chaldea.
 
Besides, it gave her pleasure knowing she'd help satisfy Barghest and become one with a much more powerful warrior. Before conscience left her for good, she wondered what use her body would have. Perhaps she'd thicken the Saber's thighs even more? Or maybe help harden her muscles, so she was even more formidable in combat? Or even, Britomart blushed just by imagining this, she'd go entirely to the blonde's bust, ballooning out her breasts until they doubled in size!
 
 
Soon enough though, Barghest's belly began to soften up, the bulge the Lancer originally made loosing form with a morbid gurgle.
 
"Finished, already? I'll be lucky if you manage to keep me satisfied for half an hour! Ugh, how I detest weaklings..." The blonde Tam Lin gave her gut a cruel squeeze, breaking down the last solid part of Britomart. Soon enough, what remained of the faerie's mystic form was being pumped through Barghest's innards, supplying the Saber with a relatively low extra quantity of mana and not much else.
 
Well, there was something else, but it was a rather small detail, which nevertheless gave the Saber some unfortunate wardrobe malfunctions.
 
"A-Are you kidding me? I need! To! Get! In!" Barghest was having one of the hardest battles in her life, but it wasn't against any malevolent servant or rebellious faerie. She was trying to get her old armor to fit, even though she now had a hanging potbelly. "W-What will the others think if I fail to wear my own armor because of this, of this meaningless chub! I can already see Tristan teasing me to no end, oh...THERE!"
 
Barghest exclaimed, victoriously. She had managed to squeeze herself inside her large armor, although it didn't fit her as comfortably as it used to only a day before.
 
"I can barely breathe in here, but at least it hides my middle-section pretty well. What a Tam Lin you were!" The blonde spitefully talked to Britomart, or rather, what remained of Britomart in her own voluptuous body. "You were summoned only to become an annoyingly chubby potbelly! I hope you're proud of yourself, Britomart!"
 
 
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"Britomart! Britomart!"
 
"Huh? Oh, h-hi." The Lancer answered, returning to reality after a long time daydreaming.
 
"You don't seem too well," Barghest said, slightly worried. "As your fellow Tam Lin, it's also my duty to make sure that you're not exhausting yourself needlessly. Should we make a quick break to replenish our energies in the cafeteria?"
 
"W-What? No, I'm...I'm fine, never been better, heheh!" Britomart was red as a tomato and sweating heavily. Had Barghest noticed her strange behavior? Could she perhaps surmise the lustful, inappropriate thoughts going on inside the Lancer's head? That'd be awful! Britomart grew so desperate by this possibility that she rushed away, apologetically looking back towards the confused Saber. "I'm terribly sorry! I totally forgot that Da Vinci wanted to show me something! S-See ya!"
 
Phew, that was a close call, Britomart thought to herself as she reached her room and locked the door. Her face was still all red and she wiped some sweat from her brow. At least she managed to make it through the tour with Barghest. There only remained...all the other Tam Lin servants to deal with. Gulp.
 
 
 
DAY 2: MÉLUSINE
 
"You can sit wherever," Mélusine said, stuffing a chip inside her mouth and munching it loudly. "Make yourself comfortable and all that."
 
"T-Thanks," Britomart looked around but there wasn't really anywhere for her to sit. Mélusine's room was filled with pile after pile of books and manga, besides bags of snacks, CDs and DVDs. Tam Lin Lancelot herself was lying on her belly over an extremely untidy bed while devouring her potato chips and reading a book at her leisure.
 
"We don't have any mission today," Mélusine explained, nonchalantly. "So I thought that I could show you what we Tam Lin do in our free time. I heard you've been through Bargie already, but don't let her give you the wrong impression with her prim and proper disposition, we also need to relax when we can just like anyone else."
 
"I-I see..." Britomart lowered her head. "It's just that I was expecting to make myself u-useful to Lady Mélusine...maybe even have the honor of sparing against a fellow Tam Lin who's also a Lancer..."
 
"You wanna make yourself useful? Why didn't you say that before, silly!" Mélusine happily exclaimed, completely ignoring the second part of Britomart's wish. "Then, bring me a soda from my minibar over there!"
 
"O-Of course, Lady Mélusine!" The other knight obeyed at once, grabbing the cool, sugary beverage. Lancelot...indeed, she was the proudest, most beautiful of all faeries! And yet...what a lazy knight she was!
 
Britomart had heard about how absurdly strong and graceful Mélusine was, even by Tam Lin standards, and yet it appeared that the rumors that she was slightly immature or even childish weren't completely far from the truth: Mélusine always woke up late, could be extremely whimsical and was often indulging herself in lazy amusements either with Master or by herself. Still, Mélusine was a gallant and valorous knight, as cold as a machine when destroying enemies and as beautiful as a flower when outside the battlefield, in her delicate dress, which she happened to be wearing now, much to her fellow Lancer's temptation.
 
As she approached Mélusine from behind, soda in hand, she couldn't help but look at the dragon faerie's cute butt. Maybe she would still feel a bit peckish after she was done with those potato chips, then maybe..................
 
 
"Gotcha!" Mélusine said playfully as she turned her head around and grabbed Britomart's arm. The surprise of the elf-like knight was such that she let the soda she was holding fall to the floor. "Heh, I might look small, but my grip could make a Berserker sweat! Come here, Britomart!"
 
Saying that, Tam Lin Lancelot pulled Britomart closer to her body, then she let go of her arm and grabbed the back of her head. Britomart, naturally, offered no resistance, allowing the little woman to do with her as she pleased, which turned out was exactly what Mélusine intended to do.
 
The smaller Lancer then raised her skirt with her free hand, also pulling her white panties aside, exposing her naked ass. The reason why she did this soon became clear, for Mélusine shoved her fellow knight's entire head inside her rear end!
 
Mélusine's face was contorted in a paroxysm of extreme pleasure as her cheeks blushed and she bit her lower lips. Recovering from the first surge of stimulation, the faerie put her powerful anal muscles to work, sucking Britomart's shoulders and a good part of her arms. What a sight it was, such a petite girl with a voluptuous woman considerably larger than herself sticking out of her cute, soft butt. And yet, the supposedly strong knight and adventurer was being manhandled, or rather, butthandled by the muscles in Mélusine's rump.
 
Mélusine's tight rear expanded to receive Britomart's huge boobs, which felt divine going in. Tam Lin Lancelot was now holding her bedcovers so firmly it was a miracle they didn't tear. She couldn't contain a gasp of pleasure and approbation as Britomart's torso was slurped further.
 
"Britomart, could you be a dear and struggle a bit for me? Thanks!~" Mélusine said calmly as if she was asking for a small favor, but the other Lancer wanted nothing else but to please, so she obeyed and started struggling feebly, much to Mélusine's satisfaction.
 
Her anal muscles sucked Britomart's body further until only what was beneath her waist stuck out of her butt. A pair of legs kicking the air weakly was the best Britomart could do now to entertain Mélusine, and, growing bored, the more powerful Lancer decided to put an end to her pleasurable game.
 
The closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment, then sucked with all her might and in the blink of an eye, slurping Britomart's own fat ass and legs with an obscene sound.
 
"Agh!" Mélusine panted lustily, the sudden burst of activity proving more stimulating than she expected. Her belly had also quickly expanded as Britomart made the reverse trip inside it and the short servant had to admit that this was the first tummyache she thoroughly enjoyed. "Nothing personal, Britomart, it's just that having two Lancers amongst the Tam Lin is quite awkward to my taste. With how pathetic you are, you could end up giving me a bad name, and I WAS feeling a little peckish after those chips."
 
Inside Mélusine, Britomart had just recovered her tongue, but instead of speaking, pleading or screaming, she simply gasped as the conscience of what had taken place finally set in on her mind. She'd been turned into a buttsnack by a servant who was way smaller than herself, a petite, skinny brat! But Mélusine's looks were deceiving, and she was amongst the strongest servants on humanity's side. She was no simple faerie, but the ancient dragon Albion, which by itself already put her leagues above most of the other faeries. Her stomach was super tight due to her small frame, but the ease with which it handled Britomart made it clear that it was more than capable of retiring her from the Throne of Heroes. It didn't help at all that Mélusine was still lying on her belly, pressing the other Lancer between her body and the bed as she resumed reading her book as if nothing of real importance had taken place.
 
"Comfy in there?" Mélusine asked maliciously, pressing her gut with her hand and poking Britomart's weakened body with immature viciousness. "Well, you should be more careful inside a dragon's den, but then again, I'm glad you're so gullible. Anyway, enjoy your stay, because soon you'll know how being a real Lancer feels like, heheh~"
 
Mélusine's guts were as terrible as you'd expect a dragon's to be and before Britomart realized, she couldn't feel her limbs anymore. Soon she'd be converted into mana for the cute Lancer and if she was lucky, Tam Lin Lancelot wouldn't go into details of how pathetic her demise was. In a way, it was a fitting end for a useless Lancer such as herself.
 
Soon, acids, crushing stomach walls and Mélusine's weight on top of it all did their trick and Britomart, as a solid, living object, was no more. What remained of her began being pumped through the dragon's greedy insides, absorbing all the mana she could offer until Mélusine's stomach was as flat as it had started.
 
But there were some obvious changes in Mélusine's form, as she found out upon sitting on the bed to look down at how slim her tummy had returned to being. What a surprise she had when she felt all that extra padding when she sat and looking behind her back, saw a pair of humongous, skirt-rising buttcheeks!
 
"Really? Out of all the different places you could have gone...you chose to go straight to my behind?!" Mélusine pouted, angrily. "Now I've got, a booty bigger than Bradamante's, you perv!"
 
The Lancer smacked her own fat cheeks, wincing as she instantly regretted her aggressive display of anger.
 
"Ouch! Grrrrr, thanks for ruining my figure, you dummy...but then again, being so jiggly back there IS kinda fun and if I'm not mistaken, big butts are all the rage..." A mischievous smile appeared on Mélusine's cute face. "I could see Master getting all flustered when I show up in their room and decided to make a chair out of their face, too. In fact, I think I'll pay them a visit now, teheh~"
 
Mélusine got up, her now massive rump jiggling behind her as she exited her room.
 
 
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"Britomart? You're bringing me that soda or what?"
 
"E-Excuse me, Lady Mélusine!" The weaker Lancer was brought back to reality from her perverted reveries and handed the dragon faerie her cool beverage before recoiling, as much from herself as from Mélusine.
 
The more experienced Tam Lin raised one eyebrow.
 
"You seen unwell. Do you want to lie beside me in bed?"
 
"N-No, I'd hate to bother you so! I-It's just that I remembered that I have an appointment with, huh, David. That's right, he was going to give me some music lessons! I'm terribly sorry, Lady Mélusine!"
 
And so once again Britomart made her escape. Mélusine just shrugged and turned her attention back to her book and her bag of chips.
 
"What a weird faerie. I wonder what she was so nervous about. Maybe I should have shared my snacks with her? Oh well."
 
 
 
DAY 3: BAOBHAN SITH
 
 
"Eeeeeeh, are you sure Mother gave you permission to join us?" Baobhan Sith inquired. "You don't look strong at all..."
 
Today, Britomart had to spend some time with the High Queen's "daughter" herself, Tam Lin Tristan, a sadistic faerie who also happened to be a vampire.
 
"I mean, I don't even know how you overcame Mother's challenge! I bet you just let our silly Master do all the hard work while you just cowered behind some stronger servant~"
 
"That's not...completely true...." The Lancer tried to defend herself, but it wasn't easy when one considered that Master barely used her, favoring stronger servants instead.
 
"Eeeeeh, why are you blushing then? It's true, right? Right? I knew it, you really are one of those servants who only exist to take up space, riiiight? You're not strong at all, even though you are a knight. Master uses me all the time, the same goes for the other Tam Lin, so I guess poor Britomart is the only odd one out~"
 
Britomart couldn't reply. How could she say anything when every attack Baobhan Sith made reflected her own thoughts and opinions about herself?
 
"It's such a shame people from Proper Human History are so spineless because back in Faerie Britain, I'd put dead weight such as yourself to good use!" Baobhan Sith giggled mischievously. "Heeeeeeeeey Britomaaaaart, think that I we both asked Master, they'd let you be my toy? It's not like they use you for anything anywaaaaay~"
 
"I don't think Master would approve that," The Lancer ventured a reply, for indeed, Novum Chaldea's Master was used to breaking fights amongst servants.
 
"Oh, don't be shy, Britomaaaaaart," Baobhan Sith passed her arm around the Lancer's waist. "When you act so serious it reminds me of Bargie, and it just makes me want to stick a needle right between your breasts with my Fetch Failnaught~"
 
Britomart squealed, but the spoiled vampiric princess didn't let go of her.
 
"Just kiddiiiiiiiiiiiing," Baobhan said in the Lancer's ear. "I'd much rather teach you how high heels taste like than put a curse on you. It'd be such a waste of a useless, cute toy..."
 
Baobhan Sith's smile was venomous, her personality more akin to a demon's than to that of a Princess of the Fae. Yet, it was undeniable that she was an extremely beautiful woman. She was not massive like Barghest, nor graceful like Mélusine, but she had a slim voluptuosity accentuated by her highly obscene outfit, that of her Second Ascension, which left little to the imagination.
 
A beautiful monster, that was Tam Lin Tristan. A princess who had no qualms about torturing, cursing or gorging on someone's blood. In a way, she was the perfect woman to devour Britomart..................
 
 
"But now that I think of it, trash like you hardly qualifies as even a toy," Baobhan Sith continued. "It's absurd that you even are a Tam Lin in the first place. Doubtlessly, Mother designed those ordeals for you as a jest, isn't it right, Britomaaaaart?~"
 
The Archer squeezed her breasts against Britomart's, much to the latter's surprise.
 
"You're a complete cow, but I'm no Mélusine either, see? If I had to guess though, I'd say I'm a much better package since I'm actually usefuuuul...and you're a pile of free mana lying around at beeeeeest~"
 
Baobhan then grabbed Britomart's head and shoved it between her chest, pressing it with her large pale boobs.
 
"You're such a pushover, are you sure you're even a knight? I can't see you as Throne of Heroes material at aaaaaaall. What I can see you as though, is part of my Spirit Origin, so rejoice I'll be claiming you now~"
 
At those words, a powerful suction began to come from Baobhan's cleavage and Britomart's head disappeared, followed by her neck and shoulders. Tam Lin Tristan moaned as more and more of the Lancer's body was consumed by her cleavage, her pale tits growing exponentially as Britomart was melted into mana and greedily absorbed.
 
When Britomart's own breasts disappeared into Baobhan's, the latter's chest more than doubled in size. The Lancer kept flailing her limbs weakly as the vampire's carnivorous cleavage made quick work of the rest of her torso. Finally, Britomart's legs were slurped down and her dissolution was complete. Tam Lin Tristan was left to admire the results of her feast.
 
"This is much better than drinking blood~"
 
Her tits had become two sagging, gigantic mounds of fat, pale flesh, hanging down heavily and making Barghest look flat-chested in comparison. Hell, it gave Passionlip's a run for their money! Such a deep cleavage there never was in Novum Chaldea, even amongst the bustiest servants. It was hard to breathe, but oh so worth it.
 
"Mother, look, I brought Britomart with me~" Tristan later visited Morgan in her quarters, flouncing her heavy, gigantic boobs excitedly.
 
"She looks beautiful on you, my daughter. This imposing chest is appropriate to my heir," Morgan smiled, then grew stern. "What a pitiful end for a knight, Britomart. What you your mother think if she saw how your Spirit Origin was obliterated and converted into fat in another faerie's bosom? I rarely make mistakes, but I'm convinced that allowing you to become a Tam Lin was a serious one..."
 
 
 
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Britomart let out a piercing scream, which startled her teasing companion badly but also brought her back to reality.
 
"What's wrong with you?!" Baobhan Sith demanded. "You're THAT afraid of me?!"
 
"I...I..." Britomart's face was redder than ever. Thus far, this had perhaps been the wildest, most humiliating her imagination had ever been. "I'm sorry!!!"
 
Blushing even more, the Lancer rushed away, leaving Baobhan Sith staring incredulously.
 
"Could that weirdo...actually be getting hot? Huh, just my luck finding a perv who likes being dominated and pushed around..."
 
 
 
DAY 4: MASH KYRIELIGHT, HABETROT AND...
 
 
"I don't know came over me these last few days," Britomart lamented as she walked through a hallway, rubbing her temples. "Those evasive thoughts keep getting hold of me and I lose my grip on reality. One thing is to indulge in fantasies, but being trapped inside them is so shameful for a knight...!"
 
Britomart happened to cross the path of Mash Kyrielight, the Shielder, and Habetrot, the small faerie, who were chatting with one another. They stopped upon seeing the Lancer's expression though.
 
"Britomart, is anything amiss?" Mash asked. "You look stressed out."
 
"Don't tell me that Queen has been working you to the bone, Lady Britomart!" Habetrot joined in, also worried. "If you want, I can try to ask her to go easier on you since you've just been summoned and all that."
 
"It's...alright..." The Lancer said in an unconvincing way, sighing. "Thanks anyway.
 
"That does remind me a bit of how, technically, we're Tam Lin ourselves," Mash laughed, trying to break the ice. "The sixth Lostbelt really was like nothing else we've ever experienced before..."
 
"You? Tam Lin?" Britomart gasped, surprised. "Why Mash, I thought you were a human! Well, a Demi-Servant, but still!"
 
"Oh, it's a long story," The Shielder blushed slightly. "I wasn't really myself back them. I happened to go by the name of Tam Lin Gallahad for some time, that's all."
 
Mash...not only Master's oldest, most precious servant but also a Tam Lin! Britomart had only now noticed how beautiful she was, still so young but already so mature! And Habetrot too, smaller than even Mélusine, but a formidable Rider-Class servant in her own right, while Britomart was just..................
 
 
"In fact, I just talked to Senpai, and they gave me permission to dispose of some servants," Mash went on, licking her lips. "I believe that as a Tam Lin, you're quite superfluous, Britomart. It has been a pleasure meeting you, but I think it's time to convert you into something more useful by turning you into magical energy for my body."
 
"Wait Mash, that's no fair!" Habetrot protested. "You're Master's favorite, so you can eat any servant you want, but Lady Britomart is my fellow faerie, so if somebody should get to eat her, that's me!"
 
"Habetrot, really, we had this discussion before. Senpai wants me to eliminate their least used servants, besides, she'd ruin your figure. No offense Habetrot, but you're on the tiny side..."
 
"That's precisely why she'd be a better meal for me! She's a snack at best for a woman your size Mash, but for me, she'd be a feast! Come on, don't be a glutton, learn to share!"
 
"But Senpai trusted me to fulfill this mission! I can't let them down! I have to be the one to dispose of Britomart!"
 
 
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Their discussion had grown so intense that when Britomart went back to reality and found the two servants staring at her silently she had a bit of a shock. If they could only see the contents of her mind, how ashamed the Lancer would be! Blushing and covering her face, she ran off and decided on what to do.
 
"I need to have another audience with the High Queen, only Her Highness will know what to do...!" She thought aloud dismayed.
 
 
...
 
 
"Your Majesty," Britomart began, on her knees before the enthroned Berserker. "These last few days I have been plagued with temptation after temptation. For a long time, I've had a low opinion of myself and admiration for the bodies and deeds of other female knights, but things have grown out of control since I came to Chaldea and got to meet the Tam Lin under Your Majesty's rule. Day after day I fought against lustful urges and it's a miracle that I managed to resist at all, or else I'd have shamelessly offered myself as a meal for my companions. I wish it was different, but I can't control those thoughts and when they come, I lose myself to them..."
 
"I see," Morgan said upon hearing Britomart's curious confession. Her face was set in stone, her expression unreadable and her tone betraying only a deep reflection upon the subject matter. She thought for a few seconds that for the Lancer seemed like an eternity before saying: "Tam Lin Britomart, come hither."
 
The Lancer got up and, ashamed, obeyed her sovereign's orders, although she felt that there was something wrong with Morgan's expression. The Berserker eyed her body and appeared to like what she saw, nodding in approval, then saying.
 
"Yours is a special case and after giving it some thought, I've decided on the best course of action. I'm stripping you of your title as a Tam Lin and are being demoted to the High Queen's Dinner. Your last order as my servant is offering yourself to me, to satisfy my hunger."
 
"Y-Your Majesty!" Britomart gasped, but a hot feeling overcame her. To be claimed by the High Queen herself! Was she being serious?!
 
"Rejoice, you shall be given a purpose which shall satisfy your deepest desires of being dominated by somebody stronger than yourself and give your existence true meaning. Now come, I'm famished."
 
Britomart obeyed, approaching the Berserker. Morgan didn't even get up from her throne, simply grabbing the elf-like faerie by the shoulders and shoving her head inside her awaiting maw. If Morgan was enjoying Britomart's taste, she did nothing to show it, for she devoured the Lancer mechanically, gulping her quickly and efficiently.
 
In a moment she was swallowing Britomart's breasts and in the next was already at her waist. Slurping down her shapely legs was a walk in the park and with one last gulp, the High Queen's exposed belly quickly expanded, a voluptuous feminine shape curled up in that orb of white flesh.
 
"Your taste was satisfactory," Morgan said, so nonchalantly that it bordered on the neglectful. "Based on my stomach's active groans, I believe your Spirit Origin shall be annihilated fast. I sometimes forget how overwhelmingly powerful my Ether body is, especially as a Berserker."
 
Britomart didn't have much time to enjoy her new condition as the meat inside her Queen's stomach, for said organ started breaking her down almost as soon as she entered it. Her Spirit Origin was completely destroyed in about a minute, and what remained of it was pumped through Morgan's insides as her curves grew in the blink of an eye, her body being so perfect that the conversion happened almost instantly and there was no waste of precious mana. Her pillowy thighs thickened, her breasts doubled and even her hips widened as her butt grew large enough to make her throne feel like a small, awkward chair.
 
 
𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙋!
 
 
A gigantic belch erupted out of Morgan's mouth, contrasting tremendously with her usual dignified attitude. She put a hand to her lips, only slightly put back by her own display of crassness.
 
"How unladylike of me. It only goes to show though that my body has enjoyed you, Britomart," She sighed, satisfied and reclined on her throne. The Berserker gave her breasts a squeeze, then poked her own soft thighs and smiled faintly. "I must say, you added quite nicely to my figure. Baobhan Sith shall be overjoyed to the point of it being hard to keep her hands away from my curves."
 
Her stomach, which was now almost completely slim, with just a bit of cute chub about it, let out a lazy, happy gurgle, sharing the servant's satisfaction. Morgan poked it.
 
"You'll never have to worry about being a fellow servant's food again, Britomart, for you've been completely erased from the Throne of Heroes and added to my own Spirit Origin. Your adventures, your displays of courage and gallantry, they're just fat on my rear now. And what more..."
 
A golden symbol of the Lancer Class appeared on one of the Queen's oversized tits, confirming Britomart's erasure from the Throne and status as a lesser component in the Berserker's Spirit Origin.
 
"A power boost? How pleasant. I believe that now I have authority over your Noble Phantasm as well. My husband will be pleased to know that I've grown stronger without any considerable sacrifice."