A Librarian's Duty
 
 
Lady Murasaki Shikibu, the librarian of Chaldea, finally finished arranging the new books on the shelves after hours of work. Fixing her glasses and gray cloak, the writer looked proudly at her desk, now empty, but which earlier that day had a gigantic pile of books on it.
 
She sighed tiredly, after all, all that organization had been exhausting even for an onmyōdō user. Murasaki picked up one of her favorite books and sat down in her comfortable chair. Finally, she could relax and read in peace. Caster opened the book, but as soon as her eyes began to decipher the words written on it, a commotion arising in the library prevented her from concentrating on reading.
 
Putting the book aside and getting up to go look for the source of the sound, Murasaki found a table with a group of Chaldea girls. The Lancers Caenis and Elisabeth Bathory, the Berserker Penthesilea, and the Rider Quetzalcoatl were talking loudly in a multitude of incomprehensible sounds, while the Ruler Jeanne D'arc seemed to be trying futilely to encourage her companions to be silent.
 
"Ladies!" Murasaki tried to gain the group's attention. "Ladies! LADIES!"
 
The writer's last shout caused the group to shut up and look at Murasaki, who blushed a little.
 
"We're in a library! Please, if you are going to talk, do it in a low tone!"
 
All the girls apologized awkwardly, and Murasaki wished them a good read and returned to her desk and her book:
 
"Well...where were we?"
 
Murasaki picked up her book and managed to read it for a few minutes, until the noise started again. She returned to the group to see that Elisabeth had chosen the worst possible place to practice her singing.
 
"Please, girls! I've already warned you! This is a library," Murasaki reprimanded the group again, and after they apologized, returned to her desk.
 
She was about to sit down when she heard another commotion. The librarian, always so polite and controlled, finally lost her composure and ran towards the group:
 
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO REPEAT?" What she saw was Penthesilea and Caenis fighting greedily over a book, a rare edition of Homer's Iliad. Jeanne tried to separate the two but the fight was too furious.
 
Then another voice joined the confusion:
 
~Elisabeth Bathory looked with disgust at Murasaki Shikibu, thinking 'Damn, isn't it enough that this dairy cow interrupts my singing practice, she also has to come waving those vulgar tits around here all the time? Frankly...'~
 
Murasaki was outraged, redder than Boudica's hair. This was her narration curse, which revealed her victim's thoughts and feelings to everyone but herself.
 
"D-DAIRY COW???? LISTEN HERE, YOUNG LADY! I DON'T...." Murasaki's attention left Liz as Caenis and Penthesilea's fight reached its climax.
 
A loud sound was the indication that the two finally tore the book in half:
 
"Oops..." Was the initial reaction of the two.
 
Murasaki was paralyzed, trembling.
 
"Hey, listen, Miss Librarian..." Said Caenis gracelessly. "We had a little problem here, but couldn't you use your onmy whatever to fix the..."
 
"Oh dear, don't worry....I'll certainly fix this whole mess....by dealing with the source of the problem!" Murasaki leaped at Caenis and shoved the warrior's head into her mouth.
 
The other women watched in horror as the Caster quickly ingested the Lancer's athletic body, getting to her feet quickly. As soon as Murasaki swallowed them, she already grabbed Elisabeth by the horns:
 
"I'm sorry! I don't actually think you're a dairy cow!" The Countess implored.
 
"My narration doesn't lie, dear.... but now you're going to help this cow here produce milk!"
 
The idol's lean body didn't stand a chance, being devoured like a snack in the blink of an eye. Penthesilea was the first to recover from the paralysis caused by the strange event:
 
"You she-devil! Take this!" The Berserker jumped at the librarian, but ended up hitting her hard against her gelatinous belly and being bounced back in the opposite direction, hitting Quetz.
 
Both women fell to the ground and passed out, and the Caster acted quickly. She stuffed the Amazon Queen's feet into her mouth and gradually swallowed her, ending with a loud GULP. Quetz was next, and it was quite a difficult meal due to her athletic build and strong body, but Murasaki eventually managed to swallow the goddess completely.
 
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! Oh dear, forgive me!" The pale librarian blushed intensely after such a scandalous and disgusting release of gas.
 
Jeanne D'Arc was paralyzed from start to finish. Unable to react, she watched her fellow servants being swallowed one by one by the quiet librarian. And from the way she looked at her, now it was her turn.
 
"P-Please, I tried to stop them! I did my best! So please, don't eat me!"
 
"Oh, Jeanne, I know you're a good girl.... how many times you peacefully frequented this library? But you were among those troublemakers, weren't you? You were responsible, and you failed to contain them, so..."
 
Jeanne's legs were shaking, the holy maiden on the verge of tears.
 
 
"Oh, don't worry, dear! You'll get special treatment compared to the others! I told that flat-chested reptile that she would be part of my breasts, and so will you...but in a different way!"
 
Murasaki drew a symbol made of purple energy in the air, and her outfit underwent a small transformation: a large cleavage appeared in her dress, in the bust area. The Caster placed Ruler against the wall using her large belly, and Jeanne could feel the desperate movement of the other servants in their tight flesh prison.
 
Lady Kaoroku brought her cleavage closer to the blonde until her breasts brushed against her face, and this touch seemed to activate some special effect, as Jeanne's head was sucked into the space between the woman's breasts. The saint tried to squirm and struggle but it was too late, and by each second more of her body was sucked up by the cleavage.
 
The more the blonde's body was absorbed, the bigger Murasaki's bust got, the pleasurable sensation of her tits growing making the timid bookworm servant blush again. Finally, the Ruler's feet disappeared into the middle of that cleavage and the librarian was faced with the damage her meal caused to her body.
 
The belly area of her dress abruptly ripped, revealing her belly button and her most of her snow white gut. Her heavy tits piled up over her swollen belly, each tit nearly rivaling it in size.
 
"Well, ladies *HIC!* I think I can read my book in peace now, yes?"
 
 
 
 
After a long digestion......
 
 
 
"URP! I can hardly believe it! UUURP! You really were such troublemakers! You gave me a godawful indigestiONOOOOOOOOUUUUURRRP! Awawawa..."
 
Murasaki Shikibu walked through her library, her white belly now a pile of layers of fat where her prey were nothing but soup. Her breasts had finally surpassed her belly in size, but her ass was also impressively massive.
 
 
Lady Murasaki sat at a table with a book she wished to read, Caster Helena Blavatski reading a volume on occultism on the opposite side of the table. The two women read quietly, until the loud gurgles of Murasaki's stomach began to break Helena's concentration. Out of politeness, the little servant girl said nothing, continuing her reading with difficulty.
 
Her concentration was again broken by a sound similar to a loud fart, which caused her to put down her reading material and stare at Murasaki with astonishment.
 
"These old chairs make the weirdest noises, don't they? Hohoho..." Said the japanese servant, red as a tomato and as awkward as one can be.
 
Helena tried to forget that awful event and return to her reading, but the gurgles and sloshes of the next few moments made it impossible to even finish a sentence. Helena was trembling, her eyes wide and sweat dripping from her forehead. Her patience was running out.
 
She put the book aside, ready to complain to her reading partner, when Murasaki let out an imposing, scandalous belch that threw a gooey, half-digested panty straight into the other Caster's face.
 
"Oh heavens, forgive my manners! It must be something I ate!"
 
Helena slowly removes the garment from her face, throwing it on the floor. Her face was now damp, and her rage had reached unimaginable levels. At that moment, Murasaki's curse narration activated:
 
~Helena Blavatski glared furiously at Murasaki Shikibu. She had finally crossed the line! But now that she thought about it, Helena had skipped breakfast, and that chubby japanese hog had plenty of meat on her bones...~
 
"Hmmm...well....lady Blavatski...." Murasaki began, embarrassed, only to be interrupted by a loud growl coming from the other woman's stomach. "Awawawa..."
 
Helena looked at her fellow Caster with evil intentions and licked her lips. Lady Murasaki gulped, sweating.
 
 
 
......
 
 
 
 
"OOOOOOOOOOOOUUUURP! Oof, that felt good! I think I tasted you again in that one, you fat pig," Helena teased the woman stuck on her massive belly, larger than her own body, which she supported on top of the library table.
 
 
Intelligible pleas were emitted from the large belly, which was also outlined with Murasaki Shikibu's bust, ass, and unhappy face.
 
 
"Ah, don't start with the drama! You know you've earned it!" Helena punched her belly violently, making her prey squeal and unintentionally forcing another gaseous belch to escape. "UUUURPF! By Mahatma, you really have no manners, do you?"
 
 
Murasaki then stopped pleading and began to cry. Helena rolled her eyes and picked up her volume:
 
"Well, it's going to be hard to read with you gurgling inside me, but I'd be lying if I said my belly isn't a great support for books. Now, in which page was I?"
 
....
 
 
The last master of Chaldea was walking nonchalantly through the halls of the facility, when something captured his attention:
 
"Hey, master-saaaaaaan!" An excited female voice called out to him, and when Ritsuka Fujimaru looked in the direction the voice was coming from he almost fainted.
 
Before his eyes was Caster Helena Blavatski, the faithful and helpful servant who had accompanied him in his missions for so long. But there was something seriously different about her, starting with her height, which was that of a mature woman. Most surprising, however, was her form.
 
The occultist who until a short time ago was a delicate flat-chested lass now boasted a hourglass-shaped body, her large ass impossible to contain by her clothing, and her massive tits' upper part escaped the Caster's garments, showing plenty of skin. She was also sporting a potbelly, and her skin looked paler than normal and her eyes had a purplish glow, but Ritsuka didn't notice these details.
 
-You know, master, I was thinking ....there are still many mystical concepts I haven't had a chance to teach you, so who knows, maybe we could stop by your room later? I can give you a private lesson...
 
The young master, redder than a tomato and with blood running from his nose, nodded, his silly expression gaining a laugh from the servant girl.
 
"So that's settled, right? Well, I'll see you lateOOOOOOUUUURP!" A burp sent a gooey object flying out of Helena's mouth, which then hit the wall and fell into a trash can. "Oops, sorry, haha! My lunch was a bit heavy!"
 
Ritsuka now could no longer hide his erection. Luckily for Helena Blavatski, Chaldea's air-headed master had not seen the object that would now be lost in the trash forever, a pair of glasses with cracked lenses covered in gastric juices.