The bloat of her middle was immense. It was no exaggeration to say that from where Wu stood, she couldn't even see Ibaraki herself, the girl hidden behind her own elephantine swell. It took a bit of maneuvering to traverse around the massive orb, which quaked with the mass of women trapped within, a veritable crowd that she had consumed. Their agonized visages being pushed up against the skin of Ibaraki's belly, telling the terrible story how they were all in a deadly crush, an amassment of tangled up limbs and bodies forced to be compressed together by the quivering clenches of her compassion-less stomach. Even from the outside, one could tell it was a true hellish pit going on within Ibaraki, the unfortunate female servants fated to be doomed to a painful digestion all thanks to having the ill-fated luck to be chosen by a voracious little oni to be her dinner.

“How disgustingly covetous of you, not even sparing a single one.” Wu sneered, giving a wicked smile herself as she cruelly flicked the forehead of one of the many annoyingly loud face bulges as they muffled out anguish wracked pleas, the imprints of their hands blindly groping at the air. As she rounded the massive bulk of the gut she at last saw the insatiable creature, happily laying on her side upon a soft nest of discarded clothing that had been selfishly pilfered from their now disrobed and churning owners. “You really are the epitome of an oni Ibaraki.”

“Hehe...W-Was there any other d-doubt...Urrrgggphh...” Ibaraki burbled out, letting a bubble of air work its way out of her system.

“You'll be quite the little butterball once this is all gurgled away. Did you even have the courtesy to know who you gobbled up?” Wu teased as she casually leaned on the ever shifting sides of Ibaraki's tum.

“No...why would an oni care for the... names of livestock...” an intoxicated Ibaraki giggled, sticking out her tongue playfully. She hadn't even bothered to count how much she had eaten. Twenty, thirty, maybe more. It did not really matter to her, just that she had eaten as many female servants that her stomach could barely handle.

“Oh my, livestock are they? Master won't be happy at all to hear all her precious servants called that.”

“Dun' care...” Ibaraki hiccuped.

“Even if she makes you pay once she finds out what happened?” Wu grinned.

“I-I'm paying for it right now...Gehehehe...” the gorged oni brokenly cackled as her clawed toes curled from the incoming wave of a grand scale tummyache. The turbulent motions of sweet pain crashing against her as her entire gargantuan middle undulated, the congested organ straining to contain the harrowing burden Ibaraki had presented it in her mindless gluttony. She really did look like a mere appendage next to the voluminous pink immensity, but Wu had a feeling the oni preferred to be so helplessly glutted like this. She never considered indigestion on this level could be a form of masochism to derive twisted sanctification from, but impish demons like Ibaraki continued to delightfully surprise Wu.

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A massively engorged Ibaraki from the duo of stories featuring the bratty pack of FGO deciding to indulge their hungry tummies.

https://aryion.com/g4/view/656573
https://aryion.com/g4/view/724895

The bustingly bloated banana oni herself was drawn by the ever talented  FoF !

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