Barbara, the deaconess of the Church of Favonius, was unable to sleep and she lay in her bed and stared up at her bedroom ceiling. Ever since she witnessed Rosaria devour some thieves a month ago, she’s noticed a lot more things about her that she hadn’t before. For one, Sister Rosaria’s breasts always seem to grow a few sizes after digesting her late night meals, but they soon revert to their normal size a few days later. If she wakes up early enough some days, Barbara could hear the sloshing of Rosaria’s full stomach as she sneaks back into the church to digest during the day while the other sisters are doing their duties. It explains why she has gone so long without anyone finding out her voracious tendencies. What’s more, it turns out Sister Rosaria isn’t the only one. The other day Barbara saw Noelle, a maid of the Knights of Favonius, walking in town with a very large stomach and no one seemed to bring it up. There was also grandmaster Jean among a few others who, according to rumors, have put on a lot of weight in a mysteriously short amount of time recently.
 
 
Barbara then heard the sound of footsteps outside her door. No one should be up at this hour, she thought as she peeked out the door. She caught a glance at Sister Rosaria sneaking out again, probably to punish even more criminals with her stomach. Barbara still can’t even fathom as to why Sister Rosaria can do such horrific deeds without any remorse. It seems effective at leaving no evidence, or...are people actually tasty? She has never thought about it before. The thought about swallowing a living being whole and alive, her prey desperately squirming and struggling inside her. It sounds like nothing a sane person would even consider doing. Against her better judgement, Barbara quietly followed Rosaria without even changing out of her pink pajamas. She knows she’d be powerless to stop her from eating people, but the sight of Rosaria’s big full stomach....the thought of seeing it again strangely compelled her. Maybe this time, she’ll have the courage to speak her mind...hopefully.
 
 
Barbara followed Rosaria from the church's dorms, outside and towards the garden behind the cathedral. That happens to be Rosaria’s favorite place to smoke so Barbara felt relieved she wasn’t going to eat anyone this time. Why did she follow Rosaria out here anyways, she thought. It’s not like she can stop Rosaria from eating people. But whenever she thinks about Sister Rosaria, all she can think about is how soft and warm her belly was. After being lost in thought for a minute or so, she started to walk back, but then she heard several muffled screams and a lot of rustling from where Sister Rosaria went.
 
 
Rosaria was holding a man by the face as a pair of legs fruitlessly flailed from her mouth. Her stomach was already massive, much bigger than she was the last time. She must’ve eaten about 4 or 5 people already, even though she looked away for no more than a minute. The man’s face lit up upon noticing Barbara and in the moment managed to free his mouth from Rosaria’s grasp.
 
 
“Barbara-sama! I-It’s me, Albert! Remember me? I’m the president of your fanclub! Please, help me!” She knew she recognized him somewhere. He was always the guy Sister Victoria was yelling at for sweeping up leaves outside the cathedral as well as the guy who’s always singing her songs out of tune. Rosaria swallowed the last of her prey and turned to Barbara.
 
 
“You know these guys?” She asked.
“N-No…I don’t...think so.” Barbara said meekly. Her eyes were drawn not to her hostage, but Rosaria’s bulging stomach.
“You heard her.” Rosaria lifted Albert up to her gaping mouth, ready to claim her last meal for the night, however her stomach gurgled and groaned angrily as if it was protesting her. “Damn, didn’t think they’d be this filling…” It seems her stomach was at it’s limit. Albert seemed to relax a little, thinking he’d be spared, however Rosaria dragged him and surprisingly her massive gut over to where Barbara was.
 
 
Without warning, Rosaria shoved Albert’s head deep into Barbara’s mouth. She gagged. How was he even able to fit in her mouth, Barbara thought still in shock. Rosaria continued pushing him deeper down her throat despite Barbara’s attempts to pull him out. Her feeble strength was no match for Sister Rosaria as she continued to force Albert further down her throat. Barbara couldn’t breathe. If he wasn’t coming back up then then the only way was...
 
 
*Gulp*
 
 
She swallowed. The sudden tug almost pulled Rosaria’s arm down with him. Her throat was stretched to its limit, her chest started to hurt, but it was too late to stop now. Barbara continued to swallow in earnest as she could feel Albert’s head enter her stomach. It was surprisingly easy now that he was halfway inside her. If she can swallow him, maybe she could spit him back out right after, at least it made sense in her head. Her belly swelled with each gulp until it ripped through her pajamas, her favorite no less. Barbara swallowed the rest of him on her own with quick successive gulps until his feet finally descended down her throat as she gasped for air.
 
 
“What in the archon’s name have I just done?!” Barbara’s stomach felt heavy and bloated, like an overinflated balloon. She could feel every movement and struggle from Albert as it made a clear defined bulge on her taut belly.. All of his cries and pleas for help were just muffled noise that was steadily being drowned out by the sounds of her stomach beginning to digest its meal. Her stomach was in pain, and yet...why was it so euphoric?
 
 
Barbara bit her lip and rubbed her stomach gleefully. She never knew how empowering it was having a human being at the mercy of your digestive system. Barbara put her fingers to her lips and recalled his taste, since she was in shock the entire time to notice. She could not identify the flavor. It was so unlike anything she’s tasted before, however what she did know was that it was delicious. Her belly grumbled and gurgled in earnest, like it had finally accepted Albert as Barbara’s meal. However, Albert’s struggles persisted and grew in intensity. Barbara’s stomach was starting to hurt again, but not in a pleasant way. Her virgin stomach wasn’t prepared for this much fight from her prey as she felt like she could vomit at any moment.
 
 
“Drink this.” Rosaria tossed her a small vial with a strange lime green potion. It looked like one of the bottles Lisa uses in her lab. Barbara hesitated to drink the unknown potion, however another strong flurry of kicks persuaded her otherwise. So popped open the bottle and downed it as fast as she could. It had a sort of minty flavor. Her stomach then started to feel hot and bubbly. The groaning was much more intense than before, almost drowning out Albert’s agonizing screams. Barbara was coming back to her senses. There was a person dying inside her stomach right now. Maybe it wasn’t too late, she thought. If she really tried, she could spit him out and heal him before things got worse.
 
 
Rosaria then suddenly grabbed Barbara by the wrist and dragged her along with her own titanic belly back to the dorms, preventing Barbara from doing anything. The entire way there, Barbara’s stomach noises grew more ferocious and Albert’s struggles steadily weaker. “It’s too late to let him out now. No one can see us like this.”
 
 
By the time the two arrived in Rosaria’s room, Albert’s movements had come to a complete stop. The only sounds left were of Barbara’s stomach churning away at his sloshy remains. She pressed her hand onto her belly and was surprised by how squishy it was already. Her hand sank into her flesh like a warm pillow. She began to playfully knead and squeeze it, making her stomach slosh, gurgle, and bounce. It was hard to believe there was a person inside her, but now they’re just liquid mush in her gut. She continued playing with it until a bubbly sensation built up in her stomach, rose up her throat until “BEEELCH!” An alarmingly loud burp erupted from her mouth. She’s always thought belching was so unladylike and something only drunkards took pride in, however she never could have imagined how liberating it would feel.
 
 
“Keep it down.” Rosaria said. “We don’t want to alert the other sisters.” Sister Rosaria had already changed out of her work attire and into her more comfortable, lasciviously sexy undergarments. Barbara blushed as she couldn’t take her eyes off Rosaria’s voluptuous and bloated figure showered in the moonlight. The struggles from her stomach seem to have already ceased making her belly perfectly round and smooth, but Barbara never saw her drink a potion. Rosaria plopped onto her bed with a dangerously loud creak as a small “Buurp!” came from her mouth as well. “You should go back to your room. I’d rather be alone to digest all this.” She said, patting her belly.
 
 
Barbara got on her feet and heaved herself up, however she could barely stand. Even with her prey partly digested, her stomach was incredibly heavy like a sack of potatoes. Soon Barbara’s legs gave out, fell back down to her knees as the impact jostled her stomach. “Urp!” A small burp escaped. To think Sister Rosaria can move with a belly several times bigger and heavier with ease.
 
 
Rosaria sighed. “Fine, stay here. Just go back to your own room as soon as that creepy stalker of yours digests.” She tosses Barbara a pillow then lays on her bed to sleep with her gigantic stomach resting on the floor. Barbara thought calling Albert creepy might be a little harsh; “overly passionate” might be the better term.
 
 
Barbara laid on the wooden floor and rubbed her stomach. A lot happened that night. She still couldn’t believe she actually ate a person and digested him. What would Lord Barbatos think of her now, she thought with a sullen sigh. She did feel horrible about Albert’s cruel fate, but as much as she hated to admit it, having a full belly like this felt amazing. The harmonizing noises from her own and Rosaria’s bellies were oddly relaxing like a strange gurgly lullaby. Barbara soon succumbed to her own fatigue and drifted off to sleep.
 
 
The next morning, Barbara awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling. Her body felt heavy. She groggily stood up and realized she wasn’t in her room. It then all came back to her. Last night, Albert, and Sister Rosaria, everything. She looked in the mirror on the wall and nearly screamed in surprise. She had gained weight all over. Her pajamas were on the verge of tearing apart, her thickened thighs and her huge butt being the biggest culprits. Her breasts have also clearly grown up at least 3 sizes. They might now be even bigger than her sister’s. She then squeezed her soft chubby potbelly hanging out from hole it made the night before. She pouted as she was hoping the weight would all go to her breasts like Sister Rosaria. How would she even explain this to the other sisters? Barbara then heard a loud groan as Rosaria sat up. Sister Rosara’s stomach had shrunk quite a bit from last night, but it was still quite massive. Her breasts, ass, and thighs have grown significantly already and threatened to tear apart her lingerie at the seams. Barbara blushed as she wondered how much bigger she’ll get once she finishes digesting. Rosaria’s belly groaned deep and loud, like a monstrous beast. It didn’t sound nearly as pleasant as the night before, coupled with Rosaria’s pained and sick expression.
 
 
“Damn it, *urp* those fuckers gave me indigestion.” She complained as she massaged her stomach.
“I guess even you can get stomach aches.” Barbara teased, which only got a furious glare in response.
“Just go back already, before Sister Victoria *urp* notices you’re missing.”
 
 
Barbara knew she was right, however she realized something. With Rosaria incapacitated with her stomachache, this is finally her chance to lecture her about eating people. She just needed to speak her mind and...
 
 
“Could I...rub your belly?” What in Barbatos’s name did she just ask?! There are human corpses melting and churning away in her stomach, for archon’s sake! Barbara knew that, and yet...the allure of touching such supple, soft, and smooth flesh was all too irresistible.
 
 
Rosaria was taken aback but just rolled eyes and told her to do whatever she pleased. And so Barbara did just that. Up close, she could hear Sister Rosaria’s stomach working hard to digest her massive meal. Her every breath made her belly subtly shake and wobble and slosh around it’s liquefied contents. Barbara pressed her hand against her pale flesh. It was taut, yet undeniably soft and incredibly warm to the touch. She rubbed her hands all over, which just affirms to her how massive Rosaria’s belly was. “Urp!” Rosaria kept letting out small hiccup-like mini burps. Barbara then remembered how refreshed she felt when she burped the night before. It might just be that there’s just too much pressure inside Rosaria’s stomach. So she pressed into her stomach as hard as she could, which then started to rumble ominously. “What the fuck did you-” Rosaria’s cheeks puffed up until-
 
 
“BUUUUUUUURRRRPPP!!!!!” A deafening belch exploded from her lips which knocked Barbara back on her butt. Rosaria’s stomach started gurgling a lot healthier as her pained expression turned into a rare look of relief. Barbara thought she looked rather cute for a moment.
 
 
“What was that noise?!” The voice of Sister Victoria yelled from the other side of the door while knocking furiously.
“W-We were just…training!” Barbara was a terrible liar, and everyone at the church knew it. “Y-Yeah, Sister Rosaria was just showing me a new way to use my Vision.”
“Well, do your ‘training’ elsewhere from now on.” They heard Victoria storm off. Barbara sighed in relief.
“Hey,” Rosaria said, “you won’t tell anyone about last night, got it?”
“Y-Yes, ma’am…”
“Good. Now get out of here so I can digest in peace. *Burp*”
 
 
And so, Barbara snuck out of Rosaria’s room to avoid running into any of the other sisters. Just walking back to her room Barbara could feel her whole body jiggling, wobbling, and bouncing in tune with her steps. It was very embarrassing just thinking about people staring at her. At the same time, she had a weird sense of pride. Her breasts grew several sizes from eating just one person. How big would she get if she ate as much as Sister Rosaria? With that thought, a soft hunger growl came from her empty stomach.
 
 
“Hm...what should I get for breakfast…” Barbara pondered, rubbing her chubby belly. Maybe she’d go and order a satisfying salad, or maybe a breakfast sandwich, or getting a little taste of Sara might be good too.
 
 
The End