Musashi sailed across the rough sea, making her way to the base herself and Yamato were assigned, alongside the Kongo sisters. Her sister had needed to stay in Japan for the time being, so she travelled alone. Her escorts weren’t able to brave the rough seas, but her size allowed her to make her way to the base. Upon her arrival, she found everything deserted. Every battleship, even the commander, gone without a trace. There were signs of a fight, and Musashi’s first instinct was to suspect the sirens... Upon closer inspection, these weren’t signs of a siren attack. Some shipgirl had done this! Musashi worked her way to the radio station and made calls... Ships had been going missing in the area. The most likely culprits were the Northern Parliament, but something in Musashi couldn’t help blaming the Americans for the incident. She dismissed it as a wild hunch, before receiving orders to proceed to the joint base between the Eagles and the Sakura Empire. Upon her arrival, she was greeted by a rather plump American battleship, Wisconsin was her name, Musashi thought. One of the Iowa sisters, whom she had a healthy respect, and perhaps a little bit of fear of. Something about the way Wisconsin looked at her made her uneasy, like she would need to watch her back. The American had about an inch of height on her, and by the looks of it she might also have a few pounds of weight more as well, despite her ship being 40,000 tons lighter.
 
A few days into her stay, she went out with a few American destroyers and cruisers on a mission to find and destroy sirens... Well, find and destroy was the official language, but to the Americans it seemed to mean find and eat. Each of the Americans would take a few disabling shots at the sirens, then charge in and shove the struggling siren girls down their gullets. Musashi wondered what it would be like to eat someone, especially a plump siren battleship... And lucky for Musashi, one was right there for her.
Musashi fired her guns, ripping through the Siren’s thinly armored rigging. The pale girl cowered and tried to run, but Musashi grabbed her by the shoulders. She shifted a bit, not confident in her abilities yet. She was a bit bigger than the Siren, but not by a lot. She opened her mouth wide and leaned forward, closing her eyes and hoping it would be easier than she thought. Musashi could feel the siren's hair rub against the roof of her mouth as she came down on the Siren. She opened her eyes to see a few of the Americans gathered around her. "First time?" One of the cruisers asked. She had pink hair and was quite large-breasted for a cruiser, Musashi knew her name was something with a B... "Mmhmmf.." Musashi affirmed, and Bremerton came over and grabbed the Siren's ass before shoving the siren into Musashi's mouth. The pale girl kicked, the experienced cruiser dodging her legs as Musashi struggled to keep the Siren girl in her mouth. It felt quite strange to her as she felt the siren's head entering her stomach. Musashi took a gulp, getting a small amount of progress. The siren was getting desperate as she could hear Musashi's stomach's eager rumbling. As the big battleship continued to slowly gulp down the Siren, she decided she liked the feeling and the taste of eating another shipgirl. Bremerton was undoing Musashi’s kimono so that it wouldn’t rip. Musashi sped up a bit, finally sending the Siren’s feet down to join the rest of her. “Bre- UUUURP!” Musashi tries to ask Bremerton something, but she covers her mouth with a hand and blushes. "Heh, what's up, Musashi?" Bremerton looks at Musashi's distended gut, the form of the desperate Siren still fully visible. "W-what happens now? Does she just... stay in there?" "You digest her, and she hopefully ends up in all the right places." Bremerton speaks matter-of-factly.
 "W-what!?" Musashi looks at the other shipgirls nervously. “You’re gonna digest her, Musashi~” Bremerton leans down and hugs Musashi’s belly “B-but I... that’s cruel!” Musashi seems unsettled by the thought, but her reservations are chipped away by the pleasure of digesting the siren...
 
As she returned to her dorm, she ran into Bismarck and Tirpitz, with a pair of struggling ships in their bellies. Bismarck's prey writhed as she slapped her belly. "Calm down, Hood. I beat you fair and square!" Bismarck looks to her belly, condescending toward her british rival. Tirpitz comes over to Musashi, her prey calmer than her sister's. "Hmm. I see our ally from the east has made prey of someone." Tirpitz gives Musashi an approving nod and lets her through, but the big Sakura warrior hesitates. "Wait, Bismarck, why are you eating our ally?" Musashi is perplexed. She thought this was just a way to dispose of sirens. "Ah, she'll just get re-formed later on. Those damn Americans digested my sister and I last year, took all our levels... Take my advice, do not mess with the yanks. Not worth the trouble." Musashi goes past them. "Thank you for the information, Bismarck."
Returning to her room, Musashi hears a knock on her door just after closing it. As she opens it, it's Wisconsin, the curvy American again. "Could I come in for some tea with you, Musashi?" Wisky eyes Musashi's belly before looking back up to her face. "Ahm, sure. I suppose you could tell me a little bit more about the vore thing I've been hearing about. Musashi lets Wisconsin in and starts preparing some tea for them. "What do you want to know, Musashi?" Wisky relaxes and seems at ease. “Uhh... Why do you do it to each other and not just to the sirens?” Musashi’s still a little curious. “Rivalries, usually, or feuds. I won’t pretend I haven’t added a few Shipgirls to my hips, but there aren’t really many hard feelings about it, at least not from me.” Wisky explains, and Musashi curiously listens. "Well... I suppose if what Bismarck said about... vore... is true, then girls like us need to avoid being eaten at all costs, since we're rare summons... right? "That would be the case." Musashi hands a teacup to Wisky as she explains. "Thanks, Musashi." Wisky takes a sip "Mmm. Tastes good. I assume you get the best stuff Japan has to offer, huh?" The conversation goes in to different kinds of tea, even despite the fact that Wisky far prefers coffee. She makes conversation, slowly moving the topic to vore again... "So, what's it like to be eaten?" Musashi asks, leaning forward a little. "Never let anyone eat me. I don't know. Gotta assume it's tight, warm. Had a siren who liked it one time, maybe it's comfy too. Once you get eaten, you lose most if not all of your levels too. If you want to try it firsthand, I'd advise doing it at a low level and with someone you trust, though with your figure, most girls are gonna have a tough time gulping you down." Musashi leans forward. "Like you? Are you trying to trick me into letting you eat me?" Musashi seems a bit suspicious now. "I'd certainly like to add your curves to my figure, as long as you're in on it." Wisky's ready to fight if Musashi tries something. "Hmm... I will consider it, Wisconsin. I'm only level five, but I don't want to live as assfat until I get resummoned..." The conversation goes on, Wisky trying to convince the Kitsune. She doesn't budge, and eventually Wisky has to go. Musashi says goodbye and locks her door, before getting in to bed.
Something about the idea of getting eaten against her will or eating someone against their will was hot to her. She fantasized about Wisky, Bremerton, and the other Eagle girls. After a self-love session, Musashi stands up and goes to the door, opening it and walking to the cafeteria.
 
Getting some food, she runs in to Essex. The purple-haired girl is holding a bottle of whiskey, having raided the liquor cabinet. "M... Musashiiiiiiiiii~" Essex comes over to Musashi. Hmm, where is it... Essex grabs Musashi's slightly chubby belly. "Hah, that's your torpedo belt, huh? Only took nineteen torpedoes to sink ya, huh?" Musashi is visibly annoyed at Essex for bringing up how poorly she performed in combat. She may lack experience, but she's far more powerful than the carrier who she towers over. "Don't push your luck, American." Musashi swats Essex's hands away, and Essex crouches down and grabs Musashi's belly fat. The big battleship sets her tray down, picks Essex up, and opens wide. Musashi gulps Essex down, having already gone past her breasts in the initial gulp. Musashi pulls the rest of Essex in and slurps down her legs like noodles, her strong body making it near impossible for Essex to resist. The cafeteria was desserted, no one was there to see what happened. Suddenly, Musashi didn't feel hungry- probably because there was an entire shipgirl in her belly.
She walked back to her room and locked her door, laying back on her bed and burping loudly, sealing the fate of the drunken carrier. "Blech, tastes like lemons..." Musashi thought about things. Would eating Essex piss of Wisconsin? She knew that the American had a huge advantage if they got into a fight. She was nearly a match in strength, and the only real disadvantage she had was weight. Wisky was also clearly experienced with vore... Musashi's mind went down the gutter, thinking of what depraved things the American might do to her after overpowering her and pinning her down. Musashi tried to snap out of it, but her hand had already landed over her wet, sticky honeypot. She couldn't help but to masturbate to the thought of getting churned into fat, nodoubt maxing out Wisconcin's level and maybe going beyond... Musashi fell asleep with a hand between her legs. When she awoke, her hips were a little wider and her breasts just a little bigger. Getting up and stretching, Musashi got ready for the day, admiring her little bit of extra fat. Wisconsin winked at her when they passed each other, noticing the little bit extra Musashi had on her... Everything was looking good, and Musashi was starting to warm up to the whole vore idea even more.
 
--- Hi everyone! I'm going to set up some kind of poll, for the result of the tension between Musashi and Wisky! It will either end up in the description of this fic or in an upcoming blog. Happy voting~!