Going to the pool was always quite the nice occasion. Being able to immerse yourself in the water always gave a sense of rest and relaxation, whether that was in the summertime in the cool waters or in the wintertime in the warm waters. It was even more enjoyable when your faction had its own private pool to enjoy themselves in. The Ironblood had such a pool, and they took advantage of it as much as they could.

Typically, even with its seemingly strict and professional appearance, their own private pool spot would be quite noisy, especially when there were multiple members attending. It couldn’t be helped as everyone was busy enjoying themselves, and many of the more reserved shipgirls were well-acquainted to tuning out loud sounds. This time around, there wouldn’t be as much noise as before. The only sounds to be heard within its echoey chambers would be the splashing of water… and the rumbling and gurgling of bellies.

“Mm… mpphh… Ahhh… There we go~” Friedrich patted her belly, licking her lips as she gulped down the last of the ships. The shipgirl moaned as her prey slid down into her enormous gut, joining the many others that she had savored. She turned her head and looked behind her. “How about you, my dear sister?”

“Damn hard to focus… All their moving is driving me crazy…” Ulrich remarked, breathing heavily as she leaned back against Friedrich. Much like her older sister, she had eaten many of the other ships that were in the pool. “Gods… even after doing this before, all that movement never gets tiring.”

Not the first time, indeed. The two H-class battleships were known to be amongst the more voracious ships of Azur Lane, with the occasional shipgirl going missing for a while, only to be seen later as a squirming bulge in one of the two girls’ bellies. Every so often, however, they would let their feelings of indulgence take them over, even if the end result meant being unable to physically move. These actions spared no one, not even their own countrywomen, and while Bismarck and Tirpitz had reason to complain, they eventually conceded and allowed them to continue (It was mainly a strain on resources. They could be brought back, after all). Both of them had been spared from being eaten, and while Tirpitz herself was simply trying to relax this time around, her sister was busy burying herself into one of the gigantic bulges.

It was something that Bismarck enjoyed seeing when it happened. She was known to be quite the gutslut, despite her attempts at trying to keep it a secret. At times, she found herself having to force herself to not wrap her arms around any squirming bellies she came across, but now, she didn’t need to stop herself, and she indulged in hearing all of her squirming comrades within Friedrich’s gurgling gut. She couldn’t help but moan audibly, letting her mind think for itself.

How pleasurable it must feel to be within the stomachs of two wonderful women…

To feel all their juices coat you from head to toe as you were broken down…

To have those constant back-to-back orgasms as you were gradually broken down into chyme…

And to see how gorgeously thick and tall you would make the one who ate you.

Bismarck nearly came just thinking about it, and she wasn’t even fingering herself to the thought. She desperately wanted to join them, but couldn’t bring up the nerve to ask either of the two directly.

“Bismarck?”

The Ironblood leader was snapped out of her trance, looking over to see Friedrich staring at her, smiling smugly.

“Once both of us are done, would you like to add to one of us~?”

The blonde woman’s face went bright-red, and while she stammered at first, she was able to get one simple word. “Y-Yes…”

Hearing that caused Friedrich to chuckle, and she smiled at what was to come soon. “Wonderful, my dear~” She turned her head back at her sister. “Ulrich dear, I believe it is your turn to savor her. Care to satisfy a good woman’s request later?”

Ulrich nodded, not being able to help but smile at the prospect. “Yeah… I can help her out later. She could at least give me a belly rub in the meantime.”

Just that simple request was enough to prompt Bismarck to move over and massage the younger sister’s gut, and as she did, Friedrich looked back at Tirpitz, who had been quietly observing. “Care to join her later, my dear~?”

Tirpitz sighed. “Not this time,” she said in an exasperated tone. Seems that she really was trying to relax this time around, and now she was going to have to help manage the Ironblood for some time while everyone was reformed.

Though she didn’t mind how much quieter it was.

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