Part 2 of my comm for  DimentedChaos, who wrote the following bit:

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“If I had known this would be how Remilia’s stupid contest would end, I would’ve exterminated those damn vampires already…” Reimu grumbled, still in disbelief she had let herself get caught and eaten in such an embarrassing manner. The shrine maiden found herself sandwiched firmly in the middle of the cramped internals of Flandre’s stomach.



“That's enough bickering.” Satori attempted to hush the others, sitting somewhat more comfortably above Reimu, her legs curled in. “Instead of aimlessly thrashing about, we need to think of a plan.”



“Whaaa? Who needs a plan? We’ll get out eventually if we just keep pushing hard enough!” Koishi chimed in beside her, seemingly unfazed by their current predicament and treating it more like some kind of bizarre game than a matter of life or death.



“Heh, I’m on board with that!” Marisa beamed. “Nothin’ a little Master Spark can’t fi—ehh? Wait a sec, where’s my mini-hakkero? Hey! Did you take it, Remilia?!”



“What?! Why would I ever want that shoddy little torch of yours?!” Remilia angrily barked back, elbowing who she thought was the ordinary magician in the gut… only to end up hitting Yuyuko instead.



“Mistress, please do not get upset—” Sakuya attempted to intervene, only to be cut off by Youmu.



“Keep your hands off Lady Yuyuko, you fiend!” The half-phantom growled at Remilia, pushing on the back of her head with a foot in retaliation.



“Good work, Youmu!” Yuyuko cheered her servant on. “Show that nasty vampire what for!”



“Nnh… Can you guys quit moving around so much?!” Mokou yelled. “Having all of you piled up on top of me… is uncomfortable enough as is…!!”



The small lull of quiet had quickly broken out into another fit of chaotic struggling, arguing, and shouting, which would only serve to cement their fate while the younger Scarlet sister dozed peacefully in her sleep, her stomach kicking into overdrive to digest the massive feast it had been tasked with processing.



In spite of their reputations as youkai exterminators, Reimu, Marisa, and Sakuya were still human, and as such, quickly succumbed to the vicious acids, forming the first layer of the digested broth. Satori and Koishi followed suit soon after, the Komeiji sisters melting into one. Yuyuko and Youmu found themselves breaking down as well, in spite of their ghostly forms. Even Mokou’s ability to resurrect and Remilia’s vampiric regeneration were no match for the fearsome strength of Flandre’s digestive acids, the constant, relentless churning and grinding of her stomach walls eventually pounding them into a thick slurry that mixed into the bubbling pool comprised of the other unfortunate contestants.



GLRRRPP… BLORP… SLOOORRRSHHHH…!



What was once an active, squirming tummy had been transformed into a round and bulbous orb of flesh, full of sloshing chyme, the muffled shouts and cries of the victims of Flandre’s feeding frenzy replaced by a cacophony of sloshy gurgles and wet blorps as her gluttonous intestines greedily sucked up the mass of digested girls still stewing in her stomach, absorbing the nutrient sludge and pumping the impulsive vampire full of calories…



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“Fwaaahh… That was a great nap! I wonder how sis and the others are doing—huh?”

Still a bit groggy after her deep food coma, Flandre could tell that something about her was… different. Much different, in fact. It felt as if she had several hundred pounds of extra weight attached to her!



“Oough… Where did everybody go…?”



Although she wanted to crane her neck forward to get a better view of herself, Flandre experienced some difficulty seeing anything past her enlarged breasts; what had once been a small and modest bust had been padded out with several dozen pounds of fat, and were now nearly twice the size of her own head.

Her face had become much more rounded and soft as well, sporting a chunky double chin now. Her light blonde hair curved around its soft contours, serving to accentuate its squishy features. Attempting to turn her head only caused the excess fat to squish against her face, obscuring her vision.



With a grunt, she managed to hoist herself up to her feet with bit of effort, having to resort to using her wings to give herself a boost of momentum. Now standing at her full height, she could fully take in her sheer enormity.



Her hips had ballooned outwards to a simply ludicrous degree, almost wider than she was tall at this point. Such a monumentally-sized ass could probably serve as a luxury sofa all on its own, one that she could take anywhere with her. With thighs wider than some of the biggest trees that grew around the mansion, each of her legs alone probably weighed more than a regular human; one could barely even see her crimson-colored shoes hidden beneath the billowing leg-fat. Her skirt and bloomers were clearly struggling to contain such a massive backside, with portions of the delicate fabric having split open and allowing the bulging hip-fat to spill outward. She would certainly have to invest in a new wardrobe… if there were any clothes for someone of her size, anyway.



What really stole the show however, was her humongous gut, which could generously be described as a gigantic tub of blubber; most of the girls had gone here, it seemed. It pooled out in front of her like a huge, fatty apron, jutting outward several feet and hanging down so low that it touched the ground. A deep, cavernous navel marked the divide between the upper half and lower half of her ponderous potbelly, with love handles thicker than an encyclopedia. It felt like having a wrecking ball attached to her middle… except this one was made of soft, fatty flesh that wobbled and jiggled every time she swayed her equally huge hips.



“Ohhh… so that’s where everybody went, huh…?”



Around her lay the spoils of last night’s meal—a shrine maiden’s gohei, a black witch’s hat, a hairband with a heart-shaped pin attached, a yellow shirt vest, a white hair ribbon with red accents, scraps of a blue kimono, a gleaming, silver blade, and of course, her sister’s brooch. Said items were now ownerless and abandoned, scattered across the ground helplessly. Each accessory and piece of clothing had suffered noticeable damage after their prolonged acid bath, with holes eaten into them, and their surfaces worn down and bleached a pale color.



All at once, memories of her ravenous binge the previous night came flooding back to her… though normally one would have a shock of realization or even a pang of regret, she instead cracked a mischievous grin, her sharpened canines that belonged to a true-blooded vampire contrasting heavily with her soft, squishy face.



“GUOOORRPH… Mmh, that was a ton of fun~” Flandre giggled to herself, exhaling a thick, fumy belch that evacuated the last pockets of gas left over from her monumental feast. Her sister would normally reprimand her for such a crass outburst, but given that the Scarlet Devil was no more than a patch of wobbling assfat along with the other contestants, Flan was free to do as she pleased.



“I really oughta do this again one of these days…” She mused, reaching down and pressing her hands into the sides of her blubbery belly. Her digits sunk into the malleable surface as if it were putty in her hands, the dense lard squishing between her fingers and threatening to swallow them up in a swath of adipose. The fattened vampire was too preoccupied with admiring her larger form to notice that the banner hung on the wall had come undone on one side, pathetically crumpling onto the floor, a silent yet perfect symbolism of the state of the utterly ruined competition.



“Hmm, guess I’ll go check on what Patchy’s up to!” Flandre announced aloud, now the de-facto head of the household. “Maybe she’d like to give me a hand with this~”



With a flap of her wings, Flan took to the air… or at least, she tried to. The miracle of flight was normally child’s play for her, but due to the sheer amount of blubber hanging off of her body, Flandre could hardly lift herself more than a few feet off the ground. Her huge, lumbering body lurched forward as she lazily hovered through the air, the countless dozens of pounds weighing on her flabby gut hanging ponderously down to the ground, barely brushing against the flooring. She would have to spend some time adjusting to her new center of mass…

Squeezing herself through the mansion’s double-door passageways was proving to be something of an arduous effort as well, her titanic hips getting wedged firmly in the doorway. With a few fervent pulls, however, she managed to dislodge herself, her blubbery belly acting as a wonderfully soft cushion to land on. Taking a look back, she could see that the doorway had been completely destroyed in the process however, the hinges bent and torn off.



“Whoops… guess Sakuya will have to fix tha—oh, right.” Flandre quickly realized. “Guess I’ll have one of the fairy maids do it instead, then…”



After getting back to her feet with a bit of effort, Flandre continued on her way to the library. Unbeknownst to her, however, it seemed that her sister and the other contestants hadn't entirely left her…



“This… this has to be a nightmare…” Remilia whimpered softly to herself. “T-This can’t possibly be real…!”



Perhaps due to being digested alongside Mokou, the essence of the Hourai Elixir had been mixed in with the other girls, meaning that digestion was not the end for them… but given their current position, being sent off to the Netherworld would have been preferable.



Remilia had awoken to find herself a jiggling patch of flab on her sister’s humongous, fat ass, unable to do anything behind rousing a slight wobble. Once the dread of realization had fully set in, the once charismatic and domineering vampire had been completely reduced to a whining, sobbing mess. To make matters worse, the voices of the other digested competitors still continued to torment her, all of them bound to various parts of Flandre’s vast, flabby body. Her only ally of course was Sakuya, dutiful as ever, even as assfat.



“Don’t give up hope, mistress. There’s still a chance that Miss Patchouli can figure out a way to restore us…” Sakuya pondered in a hopeless attempt to console her mistress.



“Assuming my sister doesn’t eat her, too…” Remilia grumbled. “We’re just going to be stuck here forever…!”



“Haahh... Orin and Okuu aren’t going to know what to do with themselves without me around…” Satori sighed dejectedly. "I just hope the palace won't come down on their heads..."



“Given how much of a gigantic train wreck this competition ended up as, you honestly deserve it.” Reimu retorted. “I’ll be sure to tell Yukari to leave you in here if she ever finds us…”



“For the last time, this wasn’t MY fault—” Remilia attempted to argue back



“Oh yeah? Then who shoulda been keeping tabs on yer sister, huh?” Marisa butted in.



“That was Sakuya’s job, not mine! I-If anything, you should be blaming her, not me!!”



“M-Mistress?!”



As the souls trapped within Flandre’s blubber continued to bicker ceaselessly amongst each other, the fatty vampire continued about her day, humming to herself and playing with her pooling fat, completely unaware she was carrying nine other presences around with her.



Flandre continued to languidly hover through the hallways, the fairy maids meeting her along the way being forced to cling to the walls to accommodate her wide berth, or else be steamrolled by her enormous body. She shot each one a quick glance as she passed them by, her lips curled into a smug grin as she witnessed their confused and fearful expressions at her new appearance. There sure were a lot of them, she thought to herself. And did they really even do much around the mansion? Sakuya was the only one that did much cleaning and tidying up around the place, and she’s just buttflab now…



Perhaps some staff downsizing was in order for later…

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