Remember that time in LB6 where Koyanskaya got utterly huge after devouring Morgan's army? I rember...

Another collab with my discord friend! Shoutout to MeatPedal from DA for helping me draw her so HUGE too!



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A return to Gloucester’s pastel streets was a welcome change of pace from the bloodstained fields surrounding Londinium in the aftermath of Woodwose’s defeat. The streets were alive with faeries dressed in finery, silhouettes in evening dresses and suits occupying the atmosphere with eager discussion of Murian’s moonlit gala. Standing in the midst of the bustling crowds, Ritsuka Fujimaru and her group conversed amongst themselves, mindful of their volume lest the surrounding throng caught wind of their scheming - Gareth and Habetrot had long since left to peruse a certain clothier’s shop, leaving talk of the next Bell of Pilgrimage to the remaining rebels. Between Oberon’s volley of light-hearted jabs pointed at Artoria Pendragon’s Caster self and Senji Muramasa unable to resist teasing the flustered Child of Prophecy, however, little progress was being made with regards to their plan.

Ritsuka was just a moment away from amending the conversation when the cobblestone road was suddenly thrust into a fit of trembling beneath their feet - a chain of earthquakes mimicking low, plodding footsteps as they mounted in strength. Storefront signs rattled on their hinges and faeries fought to avoid being thrown off balance, until finally a wide, cream-colored heap bulged over the horizon. A pair of doughy orbs balanced atop the pile of flab pushing through the crowds, matched by a set of wobbling haunches packed into form-fitting green fabric, wide enough to eclipse even the great breadth of the stack of rolls. Lip curled into a sneer as she sang insincere apologies to the faeries bulldozed by her sheer mass, Tamamo Vitch Koyanskaya was only identifiable from the rosy pink locks tucked under her hat and the equally pink tail curled over her quintuple-wide ass; her perfect hourglass figure had been buried beneath countless layers of shuddering lard that spilled outwards in every direction.

Upon meeting the horrified faces of Ritsuka and her party, Koyanaksya’s eyes glinted mischievously behind the lenses of her glasses and she allowed a ghoulish smile to spread across her face. The immature Beast lumbered forward, smothering Ritsuka between the brick storefront that had been situated behind her and the expanse of rich blubber pouring out of the ruined remains of her dress. The impact knocked the air out of her lungs, leaving her palming against the soft flesh keeping her pinned while it sloshed against her. A sequence of churns rumbled beneath Ritsuka’s fingertips, culminating into a sonorous, stomach-emptying belch that flung ropes of drool from the gape of her fanged jaws. She licked her chops once it drew to a spluttering end.

“What a pleasant surprise, running into you all again!” Koyanskaya surveyed the surrounding group; Muramasa moved to unsheathe his blade, eyes smoldering beneath his brow, while Artoria and Oberon looked on with confusion and disgust respectively. “I’m surprised to see that old Woodwose didn’t massacre you and your merry little band of misfits, but I suppose that’s a good thing for me. I doubt you would be half as much fun to play with as lifeless scraps of meat… and I’d much rather do the honors myself ♪”

Artoria took a step forward, tightly clutching onto her staff. “That’s right, even one of Morgan’s highest-ranking soldiers was no match for the Round Table Army. Our achievements are what earned us an invitation from Murian.”

“My, my, only one soldier? That doesn’t sound right. Knowing High Queen Morgan, she would have sent an entire army to ensure her victory. Mm, I wonder where they all could have possibly gone…” Her tongue lashed against her fangs as her claws sank deep into her burgeoning flesh, which burbled ominously in response to her words. She cast a sidelong glance to Oberon, who returned her gaze with a disdainful frown. Her eyes moved back to the Master trapped against her overflowing gut, still helplessly pawing at the soft, wobbling flesh keeping her pinned in place.

“That’s enough about us… what happened to you? I don’t remember all of… um, this last time we met.” Ritsuka tentatively took a handful of doughy flab and jostled it in her grip, though her curiosity was short-lived as Koyanskaya slammed her weight into Ritsuka anew, her bulk quivering from the impact like gelatin. The pressure bearing down on her ribs left the human girl gasping for air, yet even her own wavering vision could not spare her from the bestial slits leering at her past the swells of those immense breasts. Smirking, Koyanskaya leaned forward, eclipsing Ritsuka’s sight with her looming cleavage until they enveloped her head entirely - burying her so utterly that not an inch of her remained visible to the outside world, with her struggles amounting to little more than imperceptible jiggles rippling across its well-cushioned surface like water.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to talk about a lady’s weight so brazenly? You can’t blame me for wanting to… aah, sample the local food while I’m here. After all, I need a lot of meat to sustain myself as a developing Beast… perhaps you would be interested in a firsthand look into just how insatiable my appetite is?” Against the wall of cloying, sweaty flesh she was pressed into, Ritsuka could barely hear her mocking words over the noise emanating from her depths; a stream of gluts working to process gallons of chyme, audibly pumping deeper into her intestines, all heralding another deep, prolonged burp that spurred her flab into a quivering fit. It was only when Ritsuka thought she was mere moments from asphyxiating when Koyanskaya finally, mercifully, stepped back. “But that can wait. Lady Murian would never let me hear the end of it if I kept her waiting, especially tonight of all nights. Until we meet again, Proper Human History~”

With a curt little wave and a grisly smile, the pile of flab that called itself a businesswoman continued on her way, leaving the exhausted Master to collapse into Muramasa’s arms. The tremors that followed every labored footfall once again afflicted the earth, while the sound of thickly sloshing guts and fat slapping against fat overpowered any attempt at conversation made between the surrounding throng of faeries. One unfortunate laggard was hoisted by the collar and nonchalantly squeezed down the length of her throat once she ascertained that she was away from prying eyes, licking her teeth once they were packed into her middle. A fleeting belch passed through her lips, yet a light exhaust of gas was all that the fists assailing her stomach lining accomplished. Hardly the fruitful hunt that she was used to but a serviceable enough snack nonetheless.

Koyanskaya, for her part, was looking forward to the day she could finally sink her teeth into the Last Master of Humanity and the rest of Chaldea, but she supposed that would have to wait until this Lostbelt was pruned away. For now, though… from the rumors she’d heard on the grapevine, the illustrious Faerie Knights would make excellent additions to her Spirit Origin. Two of them, anyway - the spoiled pink one seemed like little beyond empty calories, but no meal was complete without a delightfully decadent dessert waiting at the end. Then there was Morgan herself, a delicacy teeming with magical energy that was practically begging to be conquered and enjoyed. The thought of indulging in all that Faerie Britain had to offer roused a needy groan from the stomach aching to be filled to its limit again.

"The Insect of the Abyss that will swallow the whole world? Mm... sorry, Oberon, but I might just beat you to the punch ♡"

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