"T-that should put y-Ourp! ...in your place, you... you Germanian Harlot!"

With that, the third daughter of the Valliere's nodded self-assuredly, pointedly trying (and failing) to keep her eyes from sinking down to the massive expanse filling out her uniform in every conceivable meaning of the word. The eyes of those few utilizing the school's hallways this late at night similarly stayed glued to her figure; Louise was used to the jeering, mockery had been a constant companion throughout her short tenure at Tristain's foremost magical academy. What she had failed to acclimate to thus far were some of the more... lascivious glances she was drawing.

After her previous encounter with that ridiculously buxom maid, she had expected her female classmates to view her, ahem, "improved" physique with unbridled jealousy-she hadn't expected them to begin to covet her instead. And now, as she leaned over herself to fruitlessly search for an easier method of hauling her newfound bulk; the lustful aura that some of her classmates seemed to radiate in her presence had evolved into outright hunger! Something she dearly hoped was only metaphorical, given her own recent behavior.

Her attention returned to her own person as a lurid groan racked it's way through her flabby expanse, the tumultuous organ signaling another gaseous outcry that splattered the remains of a battered brassiere across the marble flooring. Pausing in her waddle, Louise steadily ignored the distant panting gaze of her former hecklers-turned-admirers, opting instead to wipe the offending drool from her lips, and continue climbing towards her dorm. The maids could handle the mess, assuming any of them would be left by morning.

Honestly, Louise thought, if she had known Kirche was going to blow up her waistline this much, she probably would have had second thoughts about slurping down that fiery red mane. She couldn't help it! Where engulfing that maid had been a concerted effort to increase her measly figure, something that had backfired in a rather similar manner; the consumption of her long hated "Rival" was something of a spur-of-the-moment decision. Of all of her classmates, the usually teasing and flirtatious Germanian had been the only one to actually react to her expanded physique in a predictable way; that didn't, however, mean that she enjoyed the ridicule-and once her short temper had snapped, the next thing she knew was the sight of two deliciously toned legs sinking into her esophagus.

She had barely payed the oddly laboured breaths of her meal's blue-haired companion any mind, her own attentions muddled by the occurrence of a woman twice her height filling her stomach; however, this time the sensation wasn't quite so nauseating-perhaps it was due to her previous experience, or maybe it was because Kirche's admittedly large bosom was a far cry from Louise's own recent gains-nevermind the absolute titty monster that had been the maid Siesta...

But still, the weight of Kirche amidst her guts wasn't exactly comfortable, per say, but it did feel Good. It was that which stayed in Louise's mind as she slowly digested her former bully over the course of the following week or so; she kept up appearances by sticking to routine-she wouldn't allow Kirche anymore victories by keeping her from attending class. Her classmate's oddly fixated behavior kept anyone from verbally accosting her, and in truth: Germania was a lesser kingdom, where titles could be bought rather than passed down amongst true nobility or earned-no one dared come to the redhead's rescue, not when it was the valiant Karen of the Heavy Wind's daughter whom had eaten her.

So her instructors left the matter of whom occupied her digestive tract well enough alone, and rather chastised Louise for her consistently miserable magic performance instead. Not to say that one didn't affect one another; the frenzied movements of her meal frequently interrupted Louise's attempts at spellcasting-she was unsure if Kirche had picked those moments in particular to resume struggling, or simply opted to due so anytime she heard Louise's voice. Regardless of Kirche's intention, every explosion that resulted only jostled her prison, dousing her bare flesh in another wave of caustic fluids and further disorienting the woman.

Louise was grateful that she would at least be spared from cleaning the aftermath of said mishaps, her weighty figure preventing her from competently washing by herself, let alone scrubbing a classroom floor. As much as she might enjoy the idea of pressing Kirche into the hard tiles for hours on end-she had little desire to be stranded on her belly afterward. So she settled for simply pressing her gut harshly into her desk during the next lesson instead, hopefully it would help keep her from idly rubbing over the immense swell and focus on her learning.

Nearing the end of the week, Kirche had all but faded from the world; only faint movements were felt within Louise's stomach, and even she was uncertain if that signified any living remnant of what was almost certainly just a rough slurry coursing through her internals. She would admit that Kirche held on far longer than she had envisioned-it was an embarrassing prospect, having to use the restroom with another person-even if said person was the cause for doing so. But now, even if she knew that the woman would in all likelihood still be floating around her intestines for a good while longer-for all intents and purposes, Kirche's long digestion was finally coming to an end.

It was something of a peculiar train of thought to Louise, she considered, belching up a few errant strands of red hair. She had gotten accustomed to the sensations associated with the woman living in her stomach, the feeling of power she held over her was especially enjoyable. Even if the resulting weight continued to both infuriate her and enrapture her peers, the mere fact that the meter-wide bench that made up her hindquarters used to be a person that, until recently, had made her life an insufferable living hell was nearly unbelievable to her. The knowledge of triumph almost outweighed her physical heft in that regard; she considered the changes that had been brought about as a result of her success.

While her belly still hung past her knees, even after a week spent breaking down and expelling vast amounts of Kirche, the immensity of her middle was unfathomably plush-one could sink their entire hand up to the wrist in her belly-fat. Likewise, her skin was as silky smooth as ever, without a dimple or unsightly crease-no stretchmarks, wrinkles, and even the folds that she had acquired were kept to a minimum, and in a certain way, accentuated her figure-if that made any sense. Her backside had indeed ballooned to epic proportions, leaving Louise to give up on trying to pull down her skirt and accept that keeping her classmates from viewing her panties was the least of her decency concerns. The fact that her hindquarters dwarfed any chair or stool the academy could provide flushed Louise's cheeks as scarlet Kirche's mane.

Even considering the embarrassment associated with the added weight, Louise didn't know if she could say that she actively disliked the changes. In a roundabout way, it had sort of solved her bullying problems-and while she hadn't gotten any better at magic, she had definitely become more confident in herself-and established some sort of respect, or dominance... or something, amongst her former detractors. Even if she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following her most of the time.

Regardless, as Louise studied the coursework for the Summoning Ritual they would be performing the following semester, she figured that things were finally turning around in her life.




Tentatively a followup to the previous FoZ sequence I got a while ago; Louise has done away with the current primary antagonist in her academic career. Though it seems Kirche proved to be far more fattening than even that of the enormously well-endowed Siesta of Tarbes, Louise doesn't seem to be letting it bother her quite as much anymore. Her classmates, on the other hand, can't seem to get enough of her-I guess an ass, or really anything that big on someone is a rare sight. Let's just hope none of them get it into their heads to try and replicate her successes. Though, I've a sneaking suspicion that a certain someone is thinking just the opposite, to be honest.


This was done up by  Scyn! They've done a fantastic job of her figure here, and I already have more ideas in mind for this setup~

Previous Parts (sort of):

https://aryion.com/g4/view/727501

https://aryion.com/g4/view/734820

https://aryion.com/g4/view/738848

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