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Ibaraki-Douji, Oni of Japanese legend, Boss of Mount Ooe…
“That lousy, good-for-nothing blonde oaf with her big, stupid chest…!”
… was currently fuming by herself in one of Chaldea’s lounges in her Swimsuit Spirit Origin, much more closely resembling a pouting child than a figure of one of Japan’s more prominent myths, all because like always, her dear, beloved Shuten liked to give more attention to one of Japan’s most well-known heroes than to Ibaraki herself.
“What does Shuten even see in that golden bimbo!?” Ibaraki grumbled through bared fangs while slouching on a couch with crossed arms, staring at a blank tv screen as she couldn’t even bring herself to play any games she liked to feel better, preferring to just stew in her frustration, “What makes her any different than Raikou!? They’re both just top-heavy cows that kill Oni, why does she want to get so cozy with the enemy!?” Times like this she wished she could have some candy to chew on, but at the same time, she almost felt like not even sugar would be able to help her mood, not chocolate, not gummies, not lollipops, not sour shocks-
“Oh, hey there, Ibaraki, didn’t expect to see you here.” A voice jolted her from her thoughts as someone plopped down on the couch next to her, Ibaraki feeling even more frustrated when she realized she was able to recognize who the newcomer was not just by their voice, but by how their breasts bounced, and these particular breasts pissed her off simply because she had to put up with Shuten going on about how nice and soft they were when she used them as pillows after a good drink - or even while she was drinking.
“Ugh, what do you want, Kintoki-” Ibaraki asked, glancing over at the Berserker, only to do a double take when something caught her eye, “What the- What’s with that!?” She spluttered.
For the most part, Kintoki’s outfit wasn’t anything different than usual, sure she had recently taken to wearing her hair more grown out and messy like she used to back in the Heian era, but otherwise she was wearing the same black pants with gold stripes down the legs, a white button-up shirt with a popped collar that she left completely unbuttoned with absolutely zero self-awareness as she got flustered whenever other girls wore something that left a lot of skin exposed, and of course her gaudy, gold-rimmed shades with pink-tinted lenses.
The part that stuck out, however, was that instead of her usual sarashi wrappings binding her chest, Kintoki was wearing a shiny golden bikini top that was very obviously a size or two too small at minimum judging by how her tits squished against the material, the strings straining to hold together.
“Oh, this?” Kintoki asked with a sigh, glancing down at her chest, “This was Shuten’s idea, said it’d be a good way to celebrate Golden Week, and even Master got on board when they found out. As much I do like the idea of having an extra Golden week, I wasn’t too sure about this myself, but they insisted…” She idly hooked her thumb under one of the support straps and pulled upwards on it, lifting one of her tits before letting go, causing the swell of boob flesh to bounce and wobble, the motion transferring to the other one as well, making them both jiggle rather lewdly.
Ibaraki wasn’t paying attention to that, though, not really, the moment Kintoki mentioned that the bikini was Shuten’s idea, her anger was stirring anew, the Berserker’s words fading into white noise as all she could take away from this was yet ANOTHER reminder of how much Shuten preferred Kintoki, and that this BIMBO had the AUDACITY to come here and RUB IT IN HER FACE…!
“You… you…” Ibaraki growled, slowly starting to tremble while her lips pulled back into even more of a snarl, “You…!”
“Huh?” Kintoki only just barely had a moment to look up from her chest at Ibaraki, still failing to realize that the Oni was in a foul mood.
She’d realize her error soon enough, however, but it’d still be too little, too late.
“WWHHYYYYYYYYYYY YYOOOOOOOOOOOOUU…~!” Roared the Boss of Mount Ooe as she lunged at her perceived rival, hands outstretched and aimed at her fellow blonde’s tits, and quickly sunk into the plush, abundant flesh up to her wrists, “YOU AND THESE BIG, STUPID COW UDDERS…! ALWAYS, ALWAYS STEALING SHUTEN’S ATTENTION, ALWAYS ACTING LIKE YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME OR SOMETHING…!” She ranted while mercilessly groping and mauling those heaving funbags, so caught up in her rage that she was barely even able to appreciate the way those gold-wrapped tits were so marshmallowy soft while still being firm and springy enough that they barely even sagged, if at all, and simply continued to roughly squeeze and yank on them~
“Wha- What are you doing…~!?” Kintoki gasped, her shades knocked askew from suddenly being jostled, exposing one of her unnervingly blue eyes as she was too taken aback by the sudden assault of breast fondling to stop the smaller girl, “Ah~! C-Cut that out, mmmmnngghh…~!” She whined and squirmed as her breasts were treated like big, obscene stress balls by the smaller girl, her large chest proving to be a surprisingly sensitive weak spot for her, something that very few had ever thought to even try until now.
“Not until I’ve put you in your place…!” Ibaraki growled as without warning she leaned down and bit one of Kintoki’s tits, her skin proving too tough for her fangs to pierce - not that Ibaraki was intending to actually take a chunk out of those swells of flesh - but that’s not to say it didn’t have any effect on her victim…~
“Aahn~!” As proven by Kintoki’s eyes rolling up as she let out a moan much more high-pitched and feminine than anyone would expect from someone as boisterous and tomboyish as her, her muscled arms, which had been coming up to push the small Oni off of her, falling limply at her sides as the pleasure robbed them of any strength.
“Shutting up now, aren’t you~!?” Ibaraki mocked her new plaything in between biting into those squishy, wobbling udders again and again, covering both in more and more red teeth marks to go along with the relentless molestation from her hands that were so much stronger than their size suggested, a perk of being an Oni, naturally, “Not gonna talk about your usual ‘Golden’ nonsense…~!? I should have done this centuries ago back in the Heian era, and show Shuten that you’re just another top-heavy cow just like Raikou~!”
“D-Don’t say that about Boss Raikou- OOOOHH~!” Kintoki tried to protest, but was cut off as yet another bite made her let out another embarrassing moan, still unable to do anything but squirm under the Oni’s assault, “Ah, Aahn…~! S-Stop it alreadyyyyy…~!” She whined, her face growing steadily redder as she gasped and moaned from the shameful jolts of pleasure running up and down her spine, a part of her unable to keep from comparing Shuten’s more gentle, sensual style of playing with her tits as opposed to how Ibaraki’s relentless abuse, and even more embarrassing, part of her actually felt like she preferred the way Ibaraki was having her way with her.
“Not a chance, you haven’t learned your lesson yet…~!” The Oni sneered, going so far as to start smacking Kintoki’s cowtits on occasion, adding some red handprints to go with the bite marks peppering the pale canvas of titflesh, and in the process jostling them to the point they slipped free of the Goldkini’s cups, the Berserker’s plump areolae with erect, needy nipples catching her attention, “Unbelievable, you’re enjoying this even more than I thought~! Some hero you are, all you really are is just tits-for-brains moron that doesn’t understand how to submit to your superiors, but maybe I can train you into a proper dairy heifer…~!” She declared as she lunged her head forward, this time capturing one nipple in her wide open mouth and promptly SUUUUUCKING on it hard enough that she practically inhaled half of the entire tit then and there, one of her hands ensuring that the other nipple wouldn’t be neglected as she pinched, twisted and pulled it, stretching both tits out as she pulled both her head and hand away without releasing those vulnerable nubs~
“OooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOHH~!” And of course this has a potent effect on Kintoki, the bimbo buttons capping her slutudders proving to be even more sensitive than the rest, her moaning going up yet another octave as all she could do was weakly buck her hips, vaguely aware of an embarrassing wetness she could feel growing at her core, “UuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUNNGGHH~! Oh~! OOOOH~! OOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOHH~! SHTAAAAAAAHP…~!” So great was the pleasure rocking her body that she could barely even get actual words out anymore, the only sounds coming out of her mouth being obscene moans and grunts as Ibaraki sucked and pinched and bit her slutnubs, alternating back and forth between which one was in her mouth and which one was teased by her fingers, ultimately leaving both shiny and coated in her saliva as the relentless stimulation had them quivering erotically.
“Sheesh, for someone who has such a uselessly fat chest, you don’t have any milk, do you?” Ibaraki asked with a huff, taking a momentary break from switching between sucking on each nipple, but still rubbing them with her thumbs, “Is that true for the cow woman too, or am I just not trying hard enough? Eh, actually, don’t answer, I’ll just try and see for myself one last time…~” She licked her lips with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she squeezed those milkless Milkers together, pressing them so that Kintoki’s nipples were rubbing against each other before slowly lowering her head towards them while opening her mouth…~
“What are you… What are you going to- oooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOUUHH~!” Kintoki panted, only to once again be forced to moan sluttily as her brain short-circuited from the sensation of Ibaraki vigorously sucking on both of her hypersensitive nipples at the same time, going at a rate that outstripped any milking machine she could possibly be hooked up to, the Oni’s hands not remaining idle either as they massaged and kneaded that pale, creamy flesh, intent on seeing once and for all if there was any dairy to be drawn out of Kintoki’s cowtits, “NNUUUUUUuuuuuuUUUUHH~! SSTTAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAHHPP~! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHNN~! OOOOOOoooouuuuUUUUUGGHH~! UNGH~! UNGH~! P-PLEEEEEEAAASHE…~! OooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOONNGGHH~! OOOH~! Mm…~! Muh…~! MUH~! MMMMMMMMMUH~! MMMMMMMMNN…~!” The stimulation was proving too much for her, with the way her face was screwing up in reluctant pleasure, eyes crossed and drool pouring from the corner of her mouth as a sensation she’d never experienced before could be felt building up in her tits and core, building and building until it was threatening to burst…~!
And then Ibaraki delivered the finishing blow by giving those abused nipples her most powerful SUUUUUUUUUCK yet while pulling her head back, stretching out those big, slutty boobies as far as they could go while inhaling as much of that delicious titflesh into her mouth as possible~
“MMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooOOOOOOOOOUU~!” Kintoki bellowed in ecstasy, her eyes entirely rolling up into her head as her body was rocked by a titgasm like the world had never seen, her brain feeling like it was melting from a form of pleasure she never even knew was possible, her hips bucking as her cunt gushed in her pants in climax, her powerful limbs completely limp and sprawled out around the couch, unable to even react as Ibaraki finally let those fat, swollen nubs pop free from her lips, looking down at the once mighty hero as she lay beneath her, occasionally twitching and gasping from aftershocks of pleasure while her toes curled in her shoes, “A-Ah…~! Ooooohoho…~ Ooooohh…~”
“All that and still no milk, you really are a failure of a cow.” Ibaraki huffed, thoroughly unimpressed with the bimbo pinned underneath her, “Now I really don’t know what Shuten sees in you when you have these big, stupid boobs that can’t even provide any milk for her to drink to go with her sake.”
“Piss off… haah, haah…~” Kintoki panted as she slowly returned to her senses, Shuten’s groping having never been intense enough to ever even give her a hint that such pleasure could be possible just from getting her chest played with, “O-Of course I’m not gonna have milk… when I never had any children… haah… haah…~ Now… I still don’t really get what this was all about… but I’ll let it slide just this once, so that I don’t cause trouble for Master…~” She felt that was a reasonable offer as she shakily gripped the top and arm of the couch, waiting for the room to stop spinning before she actually tried to pull herself back upright.
“Oh, I’m not done with you just yet…~” Ibaraki grinned wickedly, even as she stood up on the couch and backed up a few steps, allowing her plaything to slowly pull herself upright, “I was hoping I’d be getting some milk out of you, but since that didn’t work, I’m just gonna have to fill my belly another way…~” Not seeing any need for subtly, the Boss of Mount Ooe gleefully ogled Kintoki’s heaving, wobbling udders, her strong arms, and her shredded abs like marbled beef and licked her lips…~
“What are you talking about-” Kintoki asked cluelessly, not noticing the way Ibaraki was staring dangerously at her before feeling the Oni’s hands suddenly grab her by the side of her head, only just barely being able to see Ibaraki’s wide open maw before everything went dark as she was pulled in face-first, “Mmmph…~!” Any protest she might have tried to voice was of course muffled by virtue of her entire head being stuck in the Oni’s gullet, and unfortunately, she was still too woozy from her titgasm to try and pull herself back out before Ibaraki grabbed her by the arms and pulled her even further down her gullet, the Oni’s eye twitching slightly as she briefly tasted the unpleasant, metallic flavor of her meal’s sunglasses, engulfing her shoulders and trapping her arms at her sides in the process~
“Mmmph…~! Mmmmmmff…~!” Kintoki squirmed as frantically as she could, but quickly found her strength leaving her once again as Ibaraki’s hands sought out her tits and started groping and mashing them all over again as they hung heavily, drawing yet more reluctant moans from her, “Mmph…MMPH~!”
Of course, Ibaraki wasn’t just molesting those heavy hangers for fun, rather, she was doing her best to compress those immense swells of flesh down as much as she could, before all but unhinging her jaw like a snake and cramming those big, meaty Milkers into her mouth, leaving her cheeks comically puffed out like a chipmunk’s, and naturally she took the opportunity to chew on those udders some more, giving them even more teeth marks while also making Kintoki moan some more as she savored the marshmallowy softness one last time~
“MMMPH~! MMHMMMMFF~!” Kintoki obviously also tried to make her complaints known, but even if they were intelligible, which they obviously weren’t, Ibaraki wouldn’t care either way, she was simply intent on choking down her prey one way or another~
And choke she (almost) did as with a bit more stuffing and cramming of Kintoki’s tits and pulling on her middle, Ibaraki’s throat BULGED even more obscenely than her cheeks had as she forced down Kintoki’s huge tits, broad shoulders and muscled arms, her comparatively slimmer middle proving to be much easier to fit into her mouth while also providing Ibaraki with the opportunity to slurp her tongue along those meatgrinder abs, causing Kintoki to start squirming anew as she sampled the flavor and texture before reaching forward once again to grab Kintoki’s hips to pull her even further down her gullet~
“Hmmmmph…~! Mhmhmhmhmff…~!” Poor Kintoki couldn’t do anything as her body was literally treated as a piece of meat, being slurped and consumed by a smaller girl, and at this point, she couldn’t even plant her feet on the floor to make a last effort to try and pull herself free as her entire top half was swallowed, leaving her lower half lifted into the air as Ibaraki tilted her head back to enlist the help of gravity to get her prey down, “Mmmmmmph…~! HMMMMMF~!” Which of course meant that Kintoki couldn’t do anything by pointlessly kick and flail her legs through the air as Ibaraki enlisted the help of gravity to keep swallowing her down, eventually stuffing her fat asscheeks into her mouth - a much easier task compared to the effort required for her absurdly large chest - the flesh halfmoons being much more toned than the Berserker’s bimboteats, but still proving springy enough to be pleasant to chew on with her fangs, drawing some final moans from the hero-turned-prey.
“Final” because even for someone as simpleminded and immature as Ibaraki could be, even she couldn’t play with her food forever - especially since Kintoki’s ass was far less fun to play with compared to her tits, in no small part because doing so didn’t provoke as strong a reaction - and before long she craaaaaaned her head all the way back, pointing her meal’s flailing lower half straight up into the air so that the full force of gravity could help her ensure that those strong legs with thick, muscle-mommy thighs would get slurped up like beefy noodles with a gulp-gulp-GLUNK~, disappearing down her greedy gullet while the Berserker’s shoes that had started to come loose from all the pointless kicking and struggling got knocked off by Ibaraki’s lips closing around her feet, the Oni’s exposed belly swollen to frankly comical proportions underneath her white crop top as Kintoki was fully deposited into her stomach…~
“Pwah…~! So much for one of the Cow Lady’s Four Heavenly Kings…~” Ibaraki sighed in smug satisfaction as she patted her Kintoki-filled belly, the sheer difference in size between predator and prey resulting in Kintoki’s silhouette being almost entirely visible through her stomach, the cramped confines forcing her to be curled completely into a ball and only just barely able to squirm around, though it still proved to be enough to give Ibaraki some stimulation of her own, “Mmmmmm…~ Struggle all you want, but at this point it’ll do as much good as it did when I was actually gulping you down, you stupid heifer, at most all you’re gonna do is make yourself melt even faster…~” She moaned lightly, taking the opportunity to grope the bulges of her meal’s cowtits some more through her tummy as it let out a menacing GGRRAAAAAAOOOOOO~
“I-Ibaraki, let mwe out…!” Kintoki’s muffled voice cried out from the Oni’s belly, finally in a state where her protests could be understood, even as she whined from her poor, overstimulated chest was teased even a little more, “C’mon, you’ve had your fun, spit mwe up already…!”
“HA! Not a chance…~” Ibaraki laughed, her stomach letting out a guuuuuuuuuurgle as she gave the squirming bulge some mocking pats, “With you out of the way, there’s nothing to get in the way of Shuten spending time with me, and besides, you tasted way too good for me to be willing to just cough you back up because you asked-”
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?” A new voice shrilly demanded, causing the Oni to jump in surprise and her prey to start squirming anew as they both recognized who the voice belonged to.
“Boss Raikou, is that you…!?” Kintoki called out from within her fleshy prison, “You couldn’t have better timing…! I hate to trouble you, but could you help mwe out here…?”
“Kintoki, how could you allow yourself to be defeated by this insect? You’re one of my Four Heavenly Kings, don’t bring shame to that title.” Raikou scolded her beloved adopted child, even while she was still trapped in an Oni’s belly, before allowing her expression to soften, “But of course I’ll get you out of there, I’m your mother, and what else is a mother supposed to do in a situation like this but rescue her child from a dangerous predator?” After she said that, her expression changed from doting to dangerous just as suddenly as before, looming over Ibaraki menacingly before slowly lowering her head to look the Boss of Mount Ooe in the face.
“I will only say this, once. You have five seconds to spit out my dear Kintoki, or else I will take my blade and cut her out, do you understand, insect?” She asked in a low voice, her eyes glowing with the divine power that could only belong to a child of Gozu Tennō, a fearsome sight even as the famed mystic slayer was in her own Swimsuit Spirit Origin and thus was wearing a sailor fuku that exposed her midriff and shapely legs as opposed to her usual armor.
Now, normally Ibaraki was… definitely not afraid of Raikou whatsoever, not one bit, no way, she totally wasn’t, honest…
…
… but right now, when she was still riding the high that came from gobbling up someone like Kintoki, she was feeling extra bold, enough that she was able to look Raikou dead in the eyes without flinching, and promptly grab her by the face and pull her forward while opening her maw wide once again~
“Wha- MMMMFF!?” And just like her beloved Kintoki, Raikou was so caught off-guard by the Oni’s behavior that she was too slow to react to being stuffed face-first down her gullet~
“Boss!? What’s going on out there!?” Kintoki’s muffled voice called out as she kept squirming, blissfully unaware that her adoptive mother was going to share in her fate shortly…~
Ibaraki, meanwhile, wasted no time slurping up Raikou’s long, purple locks like spaghetti as she pulled her newest prey further in, bringing her shoulders into her mouth and trapping her arms at her sides just like with Kintoki, limiting the Lancer’s struggles to shaking her shapely rump side to side as she dug in her heels trying to pull herself free to no avail…~
“HMMMMMMMPH…!” Raikou of course did her best to make her protests known, but ultimately there was nothing she could do as she continued to be devoured by the object of her hatred, especially as Ibaraki mercilessly mashed and compressed her infamously large cowtits to squeeze them into her maw and start chewing on them through her top, drawing moans from the motherly Servant, “HMMMMMMM…~! MMMMMMMFF…~!”
“Boss, are you okay…!? C’mon, say something…!” Kintoki called out again, still refusing to consider that Raikou might also be winding up as a snack for Ibaraki, all the while Ibaraki continued to merciless chew and gnaw on Raikou’s chest, weakening her struggles and drawing out reluctant moans up until she bit down particularly firmly on those udders and tasted a sweet liquid squirt out of Raikou’s shamefully erect nipples…~
Well, what do you know, the Cow Lady actually has dairy in her stupidly fat chest, unlike her blonde bimbo daughter…~ Ibaraki noted with a smirk as she kept nibbling on those mega Milkers, savoring the delicious flavor of the rich, milkshake-thick liquid that filled her mouth with every chew, almost regretting that she didn’t give Raikou the same treatment she did Kintoki, but reasoning that if she had played around too much, Raikou might actually have been able to turn the tables on her, and so simply contented herself with what she was able to draw out right now…~
In any case, as good as the milk tasted, she couldn’t just keep doing this forever, and so Ibaraki reluctantly continued to swallow down Raikou, gripping her wide, childbearing hips to help gulp her down, taking the opportunity to slurp her own exposed stomach, noting the difference in both taste and feel of the smooth tummy compared to Kintoki’s ripped abs she had sampled not too long ago…~
“HMHMHMMMMMMM…~! M-MMMMMMMMMPH~!” Raikou’s reaction was much more visceral, given how fervently she despised Oni and therefore loathed the situation she found herself in, even as she moaned and squirmed because of that teasing tongue, while her cowtits bulged out Ibaraki’s throat as she continued to be swallowed down and humiliatingly stimulated in the process, “MmmmmmMMMMMMFF…~! HMMMMMPH~!”
And as much as she tried her hardest to dig in her heels to pull herself out, there was nothing she could do to keep her footing when Ibaraki inevitably stuffed her fat, wobbling ass into her mouth as well, lifting Raikou’s lower half off the floor in the process, her shapely legs kicking the air and accomplishing nothing but wiggling her sandals loose and scattering them across the floor, while the Oni predator gleefully sank her fangs into those plush halfmoons of assmeat, gleefully noting that it was much plumper than Kintoki’s rump, and seeing that there was no real chance for Raikou to turn things around, decided to take some more time gnawing on that rump roast…~
“MMMMMPH…~! HHMMMMMM…~!” Raikou did what she could to make her displeasure known, even through her muffled moaning, but it’s not like she could actually do anything about her predicament, meaning Ibaraki was entirely free to toy with her as she pleased, which is exactly what she did, spending at least another 2 full minutes nibbling at that prime, fatty, wagyu beef of a butt~
Eventually, though, all good things must come to an end, and for the second time in a short period, Ibaraki threw her head all the way back, pointing Raikou’s flailing lower half straight up into the air and with some more help from gravity and another gulp-gulp-GLUNK~, the mystic slayer was sent to join her daughter in the Oni’s belly, her fat ass and motherly hips bulging Ibaraki’s throat almost as much as her obscenely huge cowtits had, her shapely legs being eagerly slurped up and disappearing down the smaller girl’s gullet, the limbs sliding down her throat, her stomach becoming even further distended as her newest prey was deposited inside to join the first, until finally Raikou’s feet were slurped up as well, and Ibaraki’s lips closed with a satisfied smack~
“Haaah…~ Delicious…~” Ibaraki sighed, licking her lips in satisfaction while rubbing her stomach that was more comically bloated than ever, now sporting the silhouettes of two curvy women while loudly GGRRAAAAAAAAOOOOO’D and GGRROOOOO’D from how full it was, “I wasn’t expecting much a hag like the Cow Lady, but you tasted just as good as Kintoki~ I might have to help myself to some aged meat more often…~” She mused tauntingly while the two bulges continued to squirm inside the now even more cramped space of her belly, their instinctive struggling accomplishing nothing but jostling and jabbing each other with their knees or elbows~
“B-Boss Raikou!? She got you, too…!?” Kintoki was in shock, the idea of Raikou losing - and to an Oni of all things - being completely foreign to her.
“I… I’ve never been more ashamed and humiliated with myself…!” Raikou’s own muffled voice lamented, trying and failing to even find a comfortable position while being packed together tightly with her daughter, “But that can wait until after we’ve gotten out of here…! Kintoki, get ready…”
“Ready? Ready for what?” Kintoki asked, not having any idea of what weapon or technique could be called upon in such a restrictive space.
“We’re going to use our lightning to get free, the both of us.” Raikou explained, her voice filled with determination.
“WHAT!?” Ibaraki spluttered in shock, now staring at her bulging stomach nervously.
“E-Eh!? Our lightning, in here…?” Kintoki, on the other hand, was a bit more doubtful, “With the two of us so close together… you sure that’s a good idea…?”
“We don’t have any other option.” Raikou insisted, her point unintentionally emphasized by Ibaraki’s belly letting out a GGRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLL~, “It won’t be pleasant, but it’s better than the alternative…!”
“Fair point…” Kintoki admitted, “…Alright, let’s do this.” She said, the resolution in her voice matching Raikou’s.
“No, don’t you dare…!” Ibaraki protested in vain, desperately trying to avoid experiencing what happens when an Oni’s prey decides they have nothing to lose, to no avail.
“Very well, don’t hold back, Kintoki…!” Raikou commanded, her body starting to crackle with divine lightning, causing a purple glow to start shining from within Ibaraki’s stomach.
“Don’t have to tell mwe twice, I’m giving it everything I got…!” Kintoki assured her, her own lightning adding a golden glow to the mix.
“I said stop-!” Unfortunately, Ibaraki’s demands went ignored as her meals enacted their plan…~
“HERE GOES…!” Kintoki cried as the two discharged their lightning with twin roars of thunder, resolved to get themselves free no matter how much they might shock each other in the process.
“NNYYAAA-AAAA-AAAA-AAAARRGGHH!” Ibaraki screeched in pain as electricity coursed through her body, making her convulse and twitch as her inhuman physiology protected her as much as it could, “SSTTOOO-OOO-OOO-OOO-OOOPP!” She cried out, her limbs jerking sporadically while her entire body jittered and her speech stuttered, even her stomach was letting out particularly loud, whining guuuuuuuuuuurgles as the jolts and shocks caused it to randomly clench down on the two bimbos within it, vacuum-sealing them for a moment and showing off every detail of their curvy bimboslut bodies while also drawing even more moans from them even as they kept up the power.
“AAAAAAHHNN~! Nnnnngghh… Boss, you good to keep going…~!? I’m not letting up until we’re out of here…~!” Kintoki called out over the crackling of electricity, “Though I gotta say, we should probably hurry up, I’m starting to feel kinda funny…~”
“S-Stay strong, Kintoki…~! Nnggoooooohh…~!” Raikou called back, her sensitive nipples shamefully erect and visible through Ibaraki’s taut skin when her stomach clenched down on the two, “If we keep this up, she’s sure to spit us out soon enough…~! AAAAAAAAHHNN~!”
“NNOOO-OOO-OOO-OOO! SSTTOOOOOOOOOOPP AA-LLRR-EEEE-EEEE-AAA-AAA-DD-YY!” Ibaraki cried, voice still jittering as she fought to regain control of her spasming limbs, genuinely worried that her would-be-meals were going to fry her from the inside until her stomach happened to clench down on them particularly hard and caused them to lose focus, their electricity suddenly cutting off as they let out some slutty moans~
“AAAAAAAAAHHNN~!”
“OOOOOOOOGGHH~!”
And Ibaraki, for one, was certainly grateful for the moment of respite, no longer feeling like she was in danger from the bimbos that were supposed to be her food, what an embarrassing fate that would have been for the Boss of Mount Ooe…~
“Oooooooooohh… my mouth tastes like batteries…” Ibaraki groaned, limbs still jerking on occasion and parts of her hair sticking out from the leftover electricity while her body lightly smoked, though she still had the presence of mind to threaten anyone who might ask why she could make that comparison that they’d be joining the other two bimbomeals in her belly, “Don’t… don’t do that again… just give up and let yourselves melt…” She whined, too exhausted to even try to act like a proper Oni or Boss, while her stomach let out whine of its own with a ggyyuuuuuuuuuuuuhhnn~
“If you don’t want it to happen again, then spit us out already…!” Kintoki retorted, her muscled form visible through her tummy flexing and squirming as much as ever in defiance, “Hey, Boss, you ready to give it another go…!? I’ve still got plenty in the tank, but we should probably hurry, I’m… startin’ to feel kinda funny… kinda… kinda melt-y…”
“Don’t worry… about mwe, Kintoki…” Raikou assured her, her own curvy form visibly wriggling as she tried to ignore the fact that she not only felt that same melting sensation, but that a part of her couldn’t help but think it actually felt kind of good, “Just keep it up, and we’ll be out of here in no time…! Fight on through, get ready for another volley…!”
“No, no, no…!” Ibaraki looked down at her stuffed middle in dismay, feeling those curvy silhouettes with her hands and trying to find their tits in some hope that groping them from the outside would be enough to disrupt their focus and stop the second discharge, even going so far as to start punching her own full belly, but to no avail as those silhouettes started to glow again…~
“Alright, here GOOOOOOOEEEEEEES…!” Kintoki roared a battle cry as twin thunderclaps sounded out again, gold and purple lighting discharging all around them.
“NNOO-OOO-OOO-OOO-OOO-OO!” Ibaraki cried in despair as electricity coursed through her body once more, sending her body into more spasms and seizing while the poor girl couldn’t do anything but hope her own demonic toughness allowed her to outlast the onslaught and that these two Oni-slaying brutes would just accept their fate already.
Her stomach was certainly making its own complaints known as well, the taut skin flexing and squirming while her gut let out more noises than ever, loud and whining GUUUUUUUURGLES and GROOOOOOAAAAARS and BLUUUUUUUURGLES and GYUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIINS, all because Ibaraki managed to devour not just one, but two meals that proved capable of fighting back like no others, food that would have long since shocked themselves free of their would-be pred, but unfortunately for those tasty bimbos, they had been swallowed by an Oni, and putting up so much of a struggle would only prove to further seal their fate…~
“Don’t let up, Kintoki…!” Raikou called out over the stomach noises, thunder and Ibaraki’s cries, “We’ve almost got it, any moment now we’ll no longer be squirming in this insect’s belly…!” She declared, blissfully unaware of just how misplaced her confidence was, while simultaneously being… technically correct~
Namely because, in that moment, Ibaraki’s spasming belly happened to squeeze down on them with its strongest, most bimbo-eradicating CLENCH yet, to appropriately dynamic results as the two moronic meals squirming around uselessly were instantly melted into nothing more than vore-whore soup sloshing around in the superior Oni’s gut~!
“AAAAOOOOOOoooooOOOOOOHH~! KINTOKIII-” GGLLUUUUUUUUUUUUURRSSHH~
“UUUUUUUUUuuuuuuUUUNNGGHH~! B-BOSS-” BBLLOOOOOOOOOOOUURRSSHH~
With nothing more than a pair of pathetic, moaning cries, the two so-called heroes finally made like the curvy, delectable meat they were and digested, their silhouettes softening and disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving behind nothing but their clothes floating around in their new liquid forms, Ibaraki’s massive pred gut now just a pale, smooth orb that wobbled, sloshed and jiggled as its owner was still left jerking and twitching from leftover shocks - thankfully, the last ones she’d ever experience…~
“Agh, what a p-pain…” Ibaraki groaned, her voice still jittering slightly as she tried to regain control of her body, “You two bimbos just c-couldn’t accept your fates peacefully, all you ended up d-doing was speeding up your own digestion, and I was too busy being electrocuted to be able to enjoy watch-ching the both of you melt…” She moaned, doing her best to imagine what it would have been like to actually witness the imprints Kintoki’s powerful arms and huge tits disappear as they turned into protein-rich mush, while Raikou’s own breedable hips, tits and ass similarly vanished from the surface of the belly of one of the Oni she hated so much, but in the end was still left disappointed as she just knew her imagination wouldn’t quite match the real thing…
“Whatever… at least you two tasted delicious…~” Her disappointment was soon forgotten, however, in favor of rubbing her swollen pred gut and licking her lips at the memories of slurping on Kintoki’s shredded abs and chewing on her firm, but springy slutudders, and being able to sample Raikou’s rich, creamy dairy while sinking her teeth into her own heaving cowtits before getting the chance to do the same to her wobbling rump roast of an ass, the fatty, tender assets both so juicy in their own right, going down soft and smooth - once they were no longer stuck in the middle of her throat by virtue of how, well, fat they were, her rapidly improving mood even causing her to compare the two of them and their lightning that had previously distressed her so much just a short while ago to the sour shock candies she had been thinking about before this whole mess started~
Yes…~ She thought to herself, closing her eyes and licking her lips some more as she started to think about what other curvy Servants summoned to Chaldea might use electricity, They were like two giant, chewy, sour shock gummies…~
“Anyway, you two tasted so good, I just might have to eat you both again after Master summons the two of you b-OOOOOOOOOOOooooooouuuuuuUUUUUUUURRPP~!” Her eyes snapped open as the sudden, echoing burp she let out caught even her by surprise, though not so much that she didn’t notice something soggy land on the obscene swell of her belly or hear several wet splats, a wooden thunk and a metallic clattering against the floor underneath it, “Phew, I wonder if anyone heard that…” She mused, smacking her lips before grabbing the object on her stomach with two fingers and lifting it up to see what it was, revealing it to be a stretched-out, shiny golden bikini, then craning her neck to see around her massive orb of a gut and observe several articles of clothing that had belonged to her prey scattered across the floor, along with the cube-shaped hair accessory Raikou had been wearing, Kintoki’s shades with a cracked lens, and some more golden underwear, all of which were soaked in stomach juices and served as some of the only remaining evidence that the two Japanese Heroic Spirits had even existed in Chaldea~
“Hmph, isn’t this a sight, an Oni surrounded by souvenirs of her latest feast…~” Ibaraki chuckled, putting on an air of haughtiness, as if her massive belly wasn’t loudly slorshing and burbling as it wobbled with the slightest movement, “Maybe I should actually keep some of these as trophies, proof of my superiority over you… you… wait a minute…” Her golden eyes narrowed as she looked back and forth between the Goldkini held in her fingers and the other pieces of golden cloth mixed in with Kintoki’s shirt and pants… and Raikou’s sailor fuku as she realized that there were too many pieces of golden underwear for it to only be Kintoki’s, which could only mean…~
“KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…~!” Ibaraki laughed raucously, clutching her belly as it jiggled like jello in an earthquake and kicking her legs like an excited child as she put the pieces together, “Why am I not surprised~!? For all your talk of public morals and public indecency crap, in the end you still couldn’t help but act just as perverted as that slutty body made you look, squeezing those fat, milky cowtits of yours into a golden bikini as part of some erotic fad, what a joke…~” She sneered, feeling even further vindicated that she established her superiority as an Oni and put a pair of brainless cows in their place, grinning smugly at the crumpled clothes on the floor, before her gaze slowly drifted back to the bikini she held in her fingers…
“I wonder…~” She murmured with a grin, lifting the bikini above her as she tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide, before slowly lowering one of the cups into her maw, closing her lips around it and starting to suckle and chew on the shiny fabric, allowing her eyes to slowly shut as she tried to deduce which pair of tits the Goldkini had been wrapped around…~
Hmmmm… this flavor… She thought to herself, savoring the lingering taste of titty meat that she swore PERMEATED the forsaken article, comparing it to what her tastebuds remembered from her assault on Kintoki and her much briefer affair with Raikou, I don’t taste any milk on it either… yeah, this one definitely got stretched out by the blonde oaf’s stupidly fat chest, not the Cow Lady’s… She concluded, almost disappointed that she didn’t get to enjoy the flavor of Raikou’s titmeat and dairy a bit more, but at the same time she couldn’t help but drool while her stomach let out a hungry GRRRRRL despite how much she had already gorged herself as she fantasized about getting a second opportunity to assault Kintoki’s cowtits, this time not stopping until her brain was truly reduced to mush~
Or maybe I should go after the Cow Lady…~ Ibaraki thought to herself, sucking hard on the bikini while also slowly pulling out of her mouth, thinking about how much of that heifer’s dairy she’d guzzle, convinced that it wouldn’t take any time at all to milk the bimbo’s personality out of her and leaving her incapable of saying anything but ‘Moo’, I almost hope Master summons them back soon, it’d be a real waste to never get to drink from those udders again after only getting a taste of what she can produce…~ She licked her lips at the memory of the brief sample she managed to get of Raikou’s mother’s milk, her gaze briefly wandering to the bikini on the ground that she now knew belonged to the maternal Servant, only to grimace and shake her head as she almost immediately discarded the idea of debasing herself by putting a bikini that had been sitting crumpled in a soggy heap on the floor in her mouth - doing it with the one that landed on her belly was one thing, but the Five Second Rule had most definitely expired by this point…
“Well, as much fun as this was, I don’t want to deal with getting an earful from any of the other uptight Servants, so I better go find somewhere else to hide out while I- W-WOAH!” Ibaraki mused to herself as she tossed the Goldkini she was holding over with the other leftover clothes and, with a bit of effort, got up off the couch and gasped as the size and weight of her distended belly nearly caused her to lose her balance, the fleshy sphere wobbling and sloshing as much as ever as it nearly dragged along the floor with how big it was compared to the rest of Ibaraki’s body - heck, it was so big it actually would be dragging along the ground if she wasn’t for the fact that she was holding it up in her hands and leaning backwards to help keep it off the floor, “W-woah, j-jeez, that was close…” She muttered, blushing at the idea of how embarrassing it would be for the Boss of Mount Ooe to triumph over both Sakata Kintoki AND Minamoto-no-Raikou, just to then fall on top of her swollen stomach and be trapped because her limbs couldn’t reach the ground - heck, it was only because of her own inhuman strength as an Oni that she was even able to stand instead of being anchored in place by her own gut, and even then, with how large and unwieldy it was at the moment, she still wasn’t able to walk properly and would instead be forced to waddle along until she got to her room or wherever she might decide to hole up while sleeping off her meal.
“Oh, my, do you need some help with that, Ibaraki~?” A voice behind her asked in a playful tone.
“BWAH-!? WHOA-OA-OA-OA…!” Ibaraki couldn’t stop herself from jumping (as much as she could, at least, while she was forced to lug around a belly as big as hers) and letting out a yelp before whirling around to face the newcomer, her massive, yellow-fading-to-pink pigtails whipping through the air and the momentum generated by the sheer size and heft of her distended gut once again threatening to send her to the ground, the Berserker only just barely managing to stop herself, and even then, she still found herself teetering on one leg, lightly hopping in place as she frantically fought to regain balance before finally managing to plant her other foot back on the ground, causing that swollen belly to sway side to side in an almost hypnotic fashion with a SLORSH-SLORSH-SLORSH~
“G-Guh… who do you think you are, sneaking up on the Boss of Mount-” Ibaraki started to growl as she looked up, fighting to keep her cheeks from turning red from embarrassment at nearly falling on top of her belly - in front of someone this time - only to stop the moment she recognized who her newest visitor was, “O-Oh! Sitonai, didn’t expect to run into you here… Did you, uh, need something…?” She asked, doing her best to act casual while blushing even more deeply than she would have if she actually had fallen on her belly and trying (and failing) to subtly shift her positioning so that she could use the girth of her stomach to hide the leftover clothes of Kintoki and Raikou from view.
Ibaraki wasn’t quite sure what it was that made her feel the way she did, but ever since their time together in Oniland with Sitonai, particularly sharing that ride on the Ferris Wheel with her, she couldn’t help but find that being around the Alter Ego was both pleasant and enjoyable, and yet also made her trip over her own tongue and her heart would beat really fast and feel really weird in a way she couldn’t quite understand or describe other than ‘warm’.
“Well, Master was looking for Kintoki because she wanted to take more pictures of her in that gold bikini she convinced her to wear as part of Golden Week, so she sent Raikou to go look for her, but then Raikou never came back, so Master sent me to go look for Raikou…” Sitonai explained, wearing her signature smug, half-lidded expression as she exaggeratedly leaned to one side to pointedly stare at the soggy clothes behind the Oni for a moment, “And it would seem that I found both her and Kintoki…” She continued, casually walking up to Ibaraki and poking her bloated middle without warning~
“H-Hey…!” Ibaraki gasped, blushing even more deeply at both the sudden action and the fact that feeling someone else touch her belly full of bimbo soup somehow felt even better than rubbing it herself… or maybe it was because it was Sitonai specifically…
“Or rather, what’s left of them…~” Sitonai giggled, both at Ibaraki’s reaction, and the way her belly rippled and jiggled with audibly wobbling noises to go along with the gentle sloshing…~
“Ah, well, l-look…” Ibaraki stammered, biting her tongue both because of that bizarre sense of shyness she always felt in the Pseudo-Servant’s presence that not even Shuten made her feel, and to stop herself from offering to let Sitonai play with her belly all she likes if it meant getting see her smile and hear her laugh like that, “Just… just, don’t tell Master what happened, please…?” She asked, cringing slightly.
“I know she isn’t going to be happy about having to re-summon Kintoki or the Cow Lady, b-but if you agree to pretend you never saw me, I’ll make it up to you, I promise…!” If it had been anyone else, Ibaraki would in all likelihood either threaten to devour them the same way she did Kintoki and Raikou, or even just outright do it depending on who it was that found her, but with Sitonai the very idea of even considering it was unthinkable, leading her to try and bribe her way out of trouble in a decidedly un-Oni-like fashion, “I’ll… I’ll let you share in my stash of sweets whenever you want…! You’ll even get first dibs no matter what…! Or maybe there’s something else I can do for you - really, it’s an honor to have the Boss of Mount Ooe owe you a favor, so I’m sure-” Her attempt at putting on a shaky show of bravado was cut short as Sitonai just giggled even more.
“Oh, that really isn’t necessary…~” She assured Ibaraki, “Though I do admit, the offer of getting access to your sweets stash is rather tempting, I’ve heard you have quite the selection, but there’s really no need for you to act like this~”
“R-Really…?” Ibaraki blinked in surprise, “You’re… not upset, or… going to tattle to Master, or something…?” She couldn’t quite figure out what Sitonai’s angle was, she knew the Alter Ego was a host to not just one, but three different goddesses, but she also knew that while the goddess Sitonai’s personality was technically the most predominant of the three, the one actually in control was, in fact, the host, so surely she should still have human sensibilities, right…?
Then again, while she wasn’t super knowledgeable about the life of Sitonai’s host body on account of Sitonai herself never really talking about it with her all that much, she did vaguely remember that the host herself apparently wasn’t fully human, so maybe that had something to do with it…?
“Oh, no, I don’t see any reason to do that…~” Sitonai chuckled, “After all, even setting aside your history between the three of you as an Oni and those who slew Oni, isn’t it only natural for a predator such as yourself to feast on such plump, succulent curves~? To want to sink your fangs into their plush flesh and make them moan like the vore whores you know that they are deep down~?” She reached forward, laying a palm on Ibaraki’s belly while the other cupped her face, her smiling expression hadn’t changed at all, but at the same time, there was now something… dangerous about it…~
“Tell me, Ibaraki, how did it feel~? The way they struggled and squirmed in your belly, putting up a valiant, but pointless fight against serving their proper roles as your food~? Did they moan like bitches in heat when this big, strong belly of yours clenched down on their mouthwatering, bombshell bodies for the last and instantly melted them down into gut stew~? How did it feel knowing that you took two of the most renowned heroes of your homeland and reduced them to nothing more than meat~?” Sitonai asked, her sweet tone of voice directly contrasting the absolute depravity of what she was actually saying~
“Uh, y-yeah… they moaned…” Ibaraki responded dumbly, her heart pounding harder and faster than ever at what Sitonai was saying, but it wasn’t out of anything close to fear, whatever it was, she knew it felt good, even as she still tried to figure out where this side of Sitonai was coming from, she had heard that the Finnish Witch Queen, Louhi, had a reputation for possessing quite the vicious streak, but somehow she could just feel that that this was all the host body, “Um, Sitonai-”
“Call me Illya~” The Alter Ego gently cut her off, “I’d actually prefer it, though it’s okay if you still call me ‘Sitonai’ sometimes~”
“Uh, r-right, Illya…” Ibaraki repeated, testing the name on her tongue, making a mental note to try and make a habit of using it, “Illya, where are you… going with all this…?” She asked, a part of her only just now realizing she had been allowing her head to rest its weight against the hand cupping her face, and even slightly pushing her belly forward to press it against Sitonai- Illya’s hand~
“Oh~! I guess I have gone off on a bit of a tangent, haven’t I~?” Illya asked with another giggle, “To speak plainly, I want to help you, Ibaraki~”
“Help me…?” Ibaraki echoed, “Help me how…?”
“Well, it wouldn’t do for you to have to lug this gut of yours all the way back to your room, now would it~?” Illya asked coyly, “I mean, even with the demonic strength you possess as an Oni, a stomach this big would be very unwieldy for you to walk around with, and that’s assuming you can even fit through any of the doorways on the way there with this thing…~”
“Urk…!” Ibaraki couldn’t help but flinch as she realized Illya was right, feeling mortified at just the mental image of getting stuck in a doorway because of the swell of her gut, never mind the scolding she’d receive if she tried to force her way through one just to break the wall in the process…
“And even if that isn’t a problem, the fact that you wouldn’t exactly be able to move all that quickly like this means it’s that much more likely that you’d run into someone else on the way, someone who might ask how or why you wound up in such a state, and I’m sure you’d rather avoid that kind of hassle~” Illya finished, still smiling that signature smile of hers while studying Ibaraki’s face.
“Well, uh…” Ibaraki sheepishly glanced off to the side and scratched her cheek that wasn’t in Illya’s hand with one finger, “You’re… you’re not wrong…” She admitted, turning her gaze back to the Pseudo Servant.
“I don’t want to get scolded by Master just yet, maybe if I’m able to hide until she can summon Kintoki and Raikou again, it won’t be as bad so… I’d appreciate it if you could help me…”
Whatever reaction she was expecting from Illya, it wasn’t for her to blink as her expression shifted to one of surprise.
“Summon them again?” She repeated, “Ibaraki, do you actually think Raikou and Kintoki can be resummoned after what happened?”
“E-eh…?” Now it was Ibaraki’s turn to blink in surprise, “Can’t they…? Can’t Master just… summon them back once she realizes they’re gone…?”
Realizing Ibaraki genuinely didn’t fully understand what she had done, Illya just chuckled and smiled gently at her.
“Oh, Ibaraki…~” She sighed affectionately, “Raikou and Kintoki can never be summoned again~”
Ibaraki stared blankly.
“Wut.”
“I don’t know for certain if it’s simply what happens to any Servant who suffers this fate, or if perhaps the fact that you’re an Oni has something to do with it, but now that you’ve digested Raikou and Kintoki, they’ve been erased from the Throne of Heroes~” Illya explained, “They’ll never be summoned again, by anyone~”
There was a stretch of silence as Ibaraki slowly looked back and forth between her stomach and Illya’s face, processing the bombshell that had just been dropped on her with a stupefied expression.
“My… my stomach can do that…?” She murmured, before quickly shaking her head and putting her hands on her hips while proudly puffing out her chest, thrusting her bloated stomach forward and forcing Sitonai to step back a few paces lest she get knocked over or even sent flying by that swollen belly in the process, “I mean- Of course it can~! I’m Ibaraki-Douji, the Boss of Mount Ooe~! It’s only natural I can erase heifers like Kintoki and the Cow Lady from the Throne, because there isn’t ANYONE my gut can’t melt~!” She proclaimed loudly, the idea that she had defeated Kintoki AND Raikou so utterly feeding her ego like nothing else~
“Well, I’d certainly be interested in testing that claim another time…~” Illya chuckled, smiling warmly at Ibaraki’s confidence, “However, it does seem we’ve gotten sidetracked again…” Ibaraki blinked.
“Oh, yeah, you said you wanted to help me with… this…” She said, hefting up her belly to emphasize it before letting it drop with a SLORSH, “What did you have in mind, anyway? Like, what am I going to have to do?” She asked.
“Oh! And, uh, what are you going to want in return…?” She added, scratching the back of her head.
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about compensation, what this gives me the opportunity to do is more than enough reason to offer my aid~” Illya assured her, “As for what you need to do, you don’t need to do anything, except sit back and enjoy yourself…~” She said, grinning widely as she got close to Ibaraki again, this time placing both of her palms on either side of the Oni’s belly, and then gently rubbing it with circular motions~
“O-Ooooohh…~” Ibaraki couldn’t help but moan softly at the Alter Ego’s soft hands rubbing the taut skin of her sloshing gut, “Sitonai… Illya, that… that feels…~” She could feel her cheeks turning red again, the sensation of Illya’s gentle touch massaging her belly causing that strange warmth in her chest more than ever before as she started to breathe heavily, her meat-filled middle letting out a low, satisfied ggrroooooooll of approval at such loving ministrations…~
“Shhhhhhh…~” Illya quietly shushed her, keeping up the pace of her rubbing while staring at her face with gentle adoration, “There’s no need to speak… just relax, and enjoy yourself…~ In fact, why don’t you go ahead and sit down~? Even for someone as strong as you, it must be rather tiring to have to hold up a weight like this when you aren’t even going anywhere~” She suggested, punctuating it by leaning down and planting a soft kiss on that fleshy orb stuffed with bimbo soup, right above the bellybutton, which she noted with a silent giggle had popped into an outie due to how much Ibaraki had stuffed herself~
“Yeah…~! Yeah, that sounds good…~” Ibaraki gasped at the kiss to her belly, the Lancer slowly lowering herself to the ground, only just realizing in the back of her mind that her legs had started to shake, not out of exhaustion from holding up the weight of her gut, but from how Illya’s massage was filling her with pleasure not unlike how Kintoki hadn’t been able to fight back against the Oni’s lewd assault on her chest, though obviously what Illya was doing lacked any of the animosity Ibaraki had bore towards the hero of legend that was currently nothing more than gut stew now, her stomach bouncing slightly with a gentle slosh-slosh-slosh when it touched down as she sank to her knees~
“Good, good…~” Illya cooed as she knelt down, matching Ibaraki’s pace while continuing the belly rubs, “That’s it, just relax…~” She repeated, taking the opportunity to lean forward and plant more kisses along the expanse of Oni tummy while also allowing her hands to drift around and rub different parts of the sloshing sphere of flesh~
“Mmmmmmmm…~” Ibaraki hummed, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as she basked in the affection Illya was showering her in, already well on her way to being addicted to having her belly spoiled like this, “Will… will you do this for me again… if I eat more girls…~?” She asked through a haze of pleasure, drooling slightly as she started to envision herself gulping down any number of the delectably curvy women that made up Chaldea’s roster of Servants and then getting fawned over by Illya like she was right now…~
“Hmhm, that does sound fun…~” Illya chuckled, pausing in planting kisses on Ibaraki’s belly to instead nuzzle it with her cheek while continuing to rub it with her hands, “Buuuut I think it might be a better idea to hold off on doing that for now, it wouldn’t do to literally eat up all the other Servants in short order and be left with nothing until Master manages to summon more, after all…~” She twisted her neck to look up at Ibaraki’s content expression with a smile while still resting her head on the Oni’s belly.
“I don’t blame you for already thinking about your next meal, though, I actually think it’s rather cute, seeing you be greedy like this…~”
“C-Cute…!?” Ibaraki started at the unexpected descriptor, the only thing stopping her from fidgeting was that she didn’t want to disturb Illya using her belly as a pillow, “Th-That’s, uh… well…” She didn’t know how to deal with Illya calling her that, or the way it made her feel, so she simply decided to change the subject.
“S-So, Illya, this feels great and all, but… um, how is this supposed to help me…?” She asked, doing her best to sound casual, and miserably failing.
Not that Illya seemed to notice, or at least didn’t feel the need to point it out if she did.
“Oh! Well, I guess I should admit that I wasn’t actually doing anything yet, I just wanted the opportunity to play with your belly a bit…” She admitted, her own cheeks dusted pink for a moment, “But I suppose it’s only proper to not take too long to deliver on what I promised you, but don’t worry…~” She looked at Ibaraki with that smug smile that Ibaraki could stare at forever~
“If you thought what I was doing up until now felt good, what comes next is going to feel even better~” She turned her gaze back to Ibaraki’s belly, reluctantly pulling her hands away from the enticing swell of flesh to rub her palms together in anticipation before pressing them back against the Oni’s bloated stomach~
“Even better…?” Ibaraki repeated, mildly surprised, “I mean, I’m not gonna complain, but I also kinda find it hard to believe that there’s anything you could do that’ll make me feel even better than what you’ve already been doing- Oh~!” She was cut off from fully expressing her doubt as she felt Illya start rubbing her belly again, just as gently and sensually as before, and yet somehow it was sending waves of absolute ecstasy through her stomach and up and down her spine, causing Ibaraki to throw her head back with a moan~
“Ooooooooooohohohohooohh…~ I-Illyaaaaa…~!” Ibaraki whined in pleasure, her tongue starting to poke out of her mouth as she squirmed under the Alter Ego’s touch, those tender hands softly glowing as their owner started to work her magic…~
“Oh, we’re definitely going to have to do this more often…~” Illya cooed, grinning wider than ever as hearing the Oni call her name while making those sorts of sounds made her feel some type of way, the glowing of her hands slowly beginning to spread to Ibaraki’s swollen middle, “I know I said you shouldn’t eat any more girls right away, but I can’t deny that I’m starting to want to pick out a few girls of my own for you to gobble up just so that I can spoil you some more…~” She giggled, going back to planting kisses all over that pred gut~
“Yeeesssss…~ Mooooooore…~” Ibaraki didn’t hesitate to agree, shamelessly drooling even more as she started to fantasize about Illya personally stuffing girls down her gullet before then spoiling her belly, her arousal and the stimulation she was receiving causing her stomach to let out a reverberating ggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrll that somehow felt different to when it made that noise when she was hungry or in the process of digesting prey…~
“I might not do this part every time, though,” Illya hummed, referring to the way the glow of her magic had now completely enveloped the Oni’s spherical gut, which was also starting to quiver as her spell prepared to finish the job, waiting only for her command, “I think it could be fun to let you digest and process your meals at your own pace sometimes… the two of us cuddling up for a nice, cozy nap while your big, powerful Oni gut does its thing…~”
“Oooooooooooooooohh…~” Ibaraki could only let out another breathy moan, both from vividly imagining Illya cuddling up against her and her swollen middle, and from how her stomach felt so good as Louhi’s magic permeated it, making it quiver and jiggle while Illya’s hands kept up that wonderful massage~
“I’m glad you agree~” Illya stared at her affectionately, “Now, time for the finishing touch…~” She leaned her head down one more time, and planted one final, loving kiss on Ibaraki’s belly~
The effect was immediate as the Boss-sized belly started quivering even more vigorously, to the point it was practically vibrating before letting out rapidfire Glut-Glut-Glut-Glut-Glut-Glut noises and gradually began to shrink down, the sloshing bimbo soup that was once Sakata Kintoki and Minamoto-no-Raikou rapidly draining out of Ibaraki’s stomach, the nutrients being absorbed into her body…~
“W-Woooah…~” Ibaraki groaned, the sensation of her stomach draining and shrinking so rapidly feeling very different from how good Illya’s spoiling did, but not necessarily bad, either, the Lancer so caught up in what was going on with her midriff that she failed to notice her horns starting to glow bright red while her hair changed from simply being blonde to a much shinier, golden shade, with even the pink ends of her pigtails now resembling rose gold in color, and underneath the black sleeves she wore on her arms and her black leggings, the markings on her hands and feet started to change into a deep purple not too dissimilar to Raikou’s hair that faded into their original crimson as they extended onto her forearms and lower legs.
“Just a bit more…~” Illya hummed as she observed the progress of her handiwork, her hands still pressed against the Oni’s middle, allowing her to not only feel it rumbling and quivering and shrinking, but also feel it softening and becoming rather plush under her touch, and in the process, also failing to immediately notice the other physical changes Ibaraki was experiencing…~
One change that she did know was occurring, though Ibaraki didn’t, was one she could only start to see as Ibaraki’s stomach finally started to reach a slightly more normal - if still obscenely distended by any other standard - size; that being the Oni’s cute little bubblebutt positively ballooning in size, the fabric of her shorts straining and creaking just barely audible over the constant Glut-Glut-Glut-Glut-Glut-Glut of her belly, the pale cheeks and hips starting to overflow as they swelled up as a result of having devoured two Servants with such generous curves - and speaking of those two Servants, she could just barely see something appearing on the surface of Ibaraki’s growing half-moons, making a note to get a better look at them once her magic had run its course…~
“Ooooooohh…~” Ibaraki breathed out as her stomach finished draining the soupy remains of her food, officially returning to a more normal size, but… while a part of her did finally notice that her shorts felt much tighter than they did before all of this, more than that, she quickly realized that while her middle was no longer a comically large orb, it was still noticeably no longer the flat, smooth tummy she used to have, “Huh…?” Her brow furrowed in confusion for a moment.
“Illya, did you do this…?” She asked, referring to the fact that she now possessed a prominent layer of pudge, her hands darting up to sink her fingers into her newly blubbery belly, “Mmmmph…~” And quickly discovering that it didn’t feel too bad when her new fat was gently squeezed and kneaded…~
“Mmmm, not exactly…~” Illya explained, quietly opting to let Ibaraki feel up her belly by herself for now, “I didn’t intentionally cause this, but I didn’t do anything to prevent it either, this is just how the fat from those cows would have been distributed even if I hadn’t come along and sped up the process.” She paused for a moment before touching one finger to her chin in thought.
“Although… maybe it wouldn’t have happened like this if you were doing something more physically strenuous while the nutrients were processing, like fighting or some other form of exercise…” She mused aloud, before shrugging her shoulders, “I don’t mind either way, though, I think you look good like this, too…~”
“Damn right, I do…~!” Ibaraki declared, flashing her fangs with a grin, “It’s only proper for an Oni as incredible as me to have a belly that shows off my mighty appetite~!” She boasted, proudly slapping her gut and making the fat wobble and jiggle~
“Yes, yes, I suppose it is…~” Illya chuckled, only to blink when something about Ibaraki’s hand caught her eye, “Hold on a moment…” She said as she suddenly grabbed the hand and pulled it closer.
“I-Illya…!?” Ibaraki spluttered, her bravado disappearing an instant as she blushed at Illya grabbing her hand so boldly, though even that was quickly replaced as she, too, noticed what Illya had, “Huh…? What happened to my…?” Her voice trailed off in confusion.
“It looks like it wasn’t the only change…” Illya hummed thoughtfully as she stared at Ibaraki’s hair, catching the difference in sheen when she had looked up to respond to her, prompting Ibaraki to grab a few locks in her free hand and take a look for herself.
“Golden…” She muttered, narrowing her eyes as she immediately made the connection between the change to her hair and one of the two Servants she had consumed.
“Can’t say I was expecting this…” Illya admitted, looking between Ibaraki’s now golden hair and purple markings, “Louhi’s magic… shouldn’t have caused this, it’s certainly not something I intended to have happen… so, once again, I don’t know for sure if this would have happened with any other pred, or if you being an Oni has something to do with it…” She looked at Ibaraki studiously.
“Do you feel any different?”
“Hmmm… actually… yeah, I do…” Ibaraki said after a moment of thought, “I feel… stronger… and not just in terms of how hard I can hit stuff, I feel… power within me, power different from what I use to call upon my flames or change my form…” She stared at the hand not held in Illya’s own, slowly flexing her fingers, a part of her wanting to go out and find something to smash so that she could find out exactly what she could do now, but frankly she was more interested in spending time with Illya at the moment.
“I see…” Illya hummed again, before ultimately shrugging, “Well, even if these changes were a surprise to both of us, this is one change that I knew was going to happen no matter what…~” She grinned as she let go of Ibaraki’s hand so that one of hers could shoot forward, snake around her waist, grab a handful of the oni’s enhanced rear and give it a quick squeeze~
“Eep~! Wh-What the…!?” Ibaraki squeaked and spluttered as the unexpected groping caused her to jump to her feet and finally notice the new weight of her behind, her soft, bouncy cheeks now so big that they had forced her shorts downwards until they were only halfway on, allowing swells of wobbling assmeat to spill over the top and exposing the upper cleft of her rump, “I-It’s bigger than Shuten’s…~!” She realized, frantically trying to pull her shorts up so that they didn’t feel like they were about to fall off, but to no avail as the fabric simply didn’t stretch enough to fit over those globes that were firm enough to have no sag and yet soft and springy enough to bounce enticingly from her energetic movements~
“Why, I do believe you’re right, Ibaraki…~” Illya giggled at her reaction, casually circling around behind her to get a proper look at the absolute dumptruck of an ass she now possessed, the pale half-moons easily larger than Shuten-Douji’s own infamously PHAT Oni booty that could easily smother even some of the biggest cocks around in assflesh, always spilling over the edge of chairs and making it difficult for her to fit through doorways, and yet Ibaraki’s now clearly outstripped hers by at least half, and now that Ibaraki was standing up, Illya could more easily see that some of her meals had not only also gone to her hips and thighs to help compliment her enhanced posterior, but had even given her a noticeable increase to her height, the Lancer now standing almost a full foot taller than her, “Though considering how much larger they were than you - especially Kintoki with those strong muscles of hers, and the huge cowtits they BOTH were packing - I’d have been more surprised if devouring them didn’t give you so much additional mass…~ On top of that, your butt has more decoration than hers, too…~” She added as she crouched down and, without warning, hooked one finger into the waistband of Ibaraki’s shorts and yanked downwards, just enough to fully expose her cheeks and appreciate the way they bwompf’d out as they were freed from the confines of the now too-small fabric~
“H-Hey…! What do you mean, ‘decoration’…?” Ibaraki squeaked out while trying to sound more demanding, simultaneously trying to pull her shorts back up while also craning and twisting her neck this way and that to try and see exactly what Illya was talking about.
That being, of course, a pair of tattoos depicting Kintoki and Raikou’s faces, each stamped on one enormous asscheek, the former wearing a shocked ahegao, while the latter bore an expression of indignation mixed with reluctant pleasure, both perfectly immortalizing the emotions felt by the two Heroic Spirits before they were unceremoniously melted into gut stew and then converted into belly blubber and assfat~
And by an Oni of all things~
“What lovely trophies~” Illya chuckled, “And this is a good look for you, too…~” She gave one of Ibaraki’s cheeks a light smack and drinking in the sight of that massive rump rippling and jiggling as a result, the tattoos wobbling right along with it~
“Hey, cut that out…!” Ibaraki whined, still trying to pull her shorts up but struggling to get the waistband over the crest of her freshly prey-padded mounds, though deep down she didn’t really mind the swat all that much, if only because Illya was the one to do it.
“Sorry, sorry, I just couldn’t help myself…~” Illya giggled, never tiring at how Ibaraki could be so easily flustered, swing into boisterous confidence and then back again, “Here, let me help…~” She offered, also grabbing hold of the waistband and using a bit more of Louhi’s magic to increase the elasticity, allowing their combined efforts to squeeeeeeze Ibaraki’s ass back into her shorts, the fabric still proving insufficient to properly cover her butt as it was left stretched tight over the abundant flesh to the point they looked painted on more than anything~
“Oof, I might have to get a bigger size…” Ibaraki huffed in annoyance as she continued to fidget with her shorts, unsurprisingly no longer feeling comfortable in them now that they were far too small for her lower half.
“As much as I think you look good in tight clothes like that, it’s probably for the best we get you something with a little more give, especially if you’re going to be doing this more often~” Illya agreed as she moved to stand beside Ibaraki, nodding her head towards Raikou and Kintoki’s soggy clothes still laying forgotten on the ground, “Now, seeing as we’ve resolved the issue of your stomach preventing you from getting back to your room… is there any chance that offer of you sharing your sweets still stands…~?” She asked sweetly, leaning against Ibaraki as she did~
“Oh! Uh… Yeah, that sounds nice…” Ibaraki glanced away, blushing some more while scratching her cheek with one finger, her other gently twitching towards Illya’s as she mentally debated with herself whether going for handholding would be too bold a move right now, “C-C’mon, let’s go and-”
“Sitonai, there you are!” Gudako Fujimaru, the Master of Chaldea cried as she burst into the lounge, making both Servants jump in surprise at the sudden intrusion, “Oh, hey Ibaraki.” She added upon noticing the Oni while simultaneously failing to notice the changes she had gone through.
“Is something the matter, Master?” Sitonai asked, tilting her head slightly.
“I mean, kind of…?” Gudako replied, throwing her hands up a bit, “Raikou still hasn’t come back from going to look for Kintoki, and then you never came back from looking for Raikou, and that’s on top of Kintoki herself still being nowhere to be found…” She slumped forward with a whine, allowing to unintentionally show off her own chest that, while not quite as big as the likes of Raikou, Kintoki or several other ultra-stacked Servants, still proved large enough that even the largest uniform size available was a very tight fit for her and left nothing to the imagination regarding how much they wobbled, jiggled and bounced from the slightest movement~
“Well, I don’t think you need to look any father, Master…~” Illya grinned that signature grin of hers while lightly nudging Ibaraki, not that she needed to as the Boss of Mount Ooe drew herself up to her full height in preparation of what was to come…~
“Really!?” Gudako’s head snapped up, “You mean you found them!? Where are they!?” She asked in quick succession, blissfully unaware of the bombshell about to be dropped on her~
“Why, they’re right here, of course~” Illya giggled, making a show of sinking her hand into one of Ibaraki’s asscheeks, “As well as riiiight here~” She added, using her other hand to lightly pinch some of the Lancer’s belly pudge~
“They were vanquished by none other than yours truly~!” Ibaraki proudly declared, blushing at Illya’s touch but otherwise impressively managing to keep her composure, “I showed them their proper place on the pecking order, as nothing more than stupid bimbos that exist only to be devoured by superior Oni~!”
“You- Wha-” Gudako’s jaw went slack as she stared at the two in shock and disbelief, “You… Come on, you can’t be serious, where are they for real-”
“Oh, Master, surely you can’t be that much of a boobs-for-brains bimbo that you still haven’t noticed what’s happened to Ibaraki~” Illya cut her off, “But if you still don’t believe us, I believe that should help serve as proof…~” She gestured towards the discarded clothes on the floor, still soggy from the Oni’s stomach juices~
Gudako had, in fact, still not noticed Ibaraki’s new appearance until Illya had pointed it out.
“Wait, Ibaraki, when did you get taller…?” Gudako asked in confusion, her gaze drifting downwards to the belly and butt Illya had literally called explicit attention to just moments ago, “And… put on weight… in more ways than one…”
“We already told you.” Ibaraki huffed in annoyance, “I ate Kintoki and that stupid Cow Woman, and now they’re nothing more than meat on my rump and fat on my belly, and you’ll never be able to summon them again~!” She boasted, sneering at her contractor with a fanged grin~
“They can never be…?” Gudako started to repeat, only to shake her head and step closer to the two Servants, “Okay, even if I… believe you saying you… you ate them now, there’s NO way that can be- OOOOOOOHH~!?” That proved to be a mistake, however, as doing so brought her close enough that Ibaraki’s hand could shoot forward and sink into one of her stupidly fat tits, squeezing and groping it firmly and commandingly, causing her to moan whorishly and allow Ibaraki to pull her to her knees~
“Except it is true~” The Oni sneered, staring down at the kneeling human that she was quickly starting to no longer see as someone worthy of being considered her ‘Master’, “Those stupid heifers are gone, and this is all that’s left of them…~!” She growled, moving her hand from Gudako’s tit to the back of her head and shoving her face into her belly, squishing it against the healthy layer of pudge Kintoki and Raikou had become a part of~
“N-No…!” Gudako continued to protest, squirming against Ibaraki’s grip, but there was no hope of her escaping the grasp of a Servant and an Oni to boot, “Ibaraki, let go-!” She tried to demand, only to once again be cut short.
“And another thing…” Ibaraki continued, loosening her grip on the redhead’s skull just enough so that she could look up at her, “Things are going to be different from now on…~” She grinned a fanged grin wider than anything before.
“For starters, you aren’t going to be ordering me around anymore, you aren’t my ‘Master’,” She continued, tightening her grip on Gudako’s head when she started to try and protest, “In fact, I’d actually consider eating you too, but I’m generous, and I’ll let you stay around as my pet and meal ticket - I’m going to need someone around to summon more Servants after I eat all the other cows wandering around here, after all…~” She stared down into Gudako’s one visible eye as half her face was still pressed against her soft tummy, and instinctively exerted some of her new power to help get the point across, causing her golden eyes to glow brighter than ever, while her horns started to glow and crackle with divine lightning, hers being not purple like Raikou’s nor golden like Kintoki’s, but a bright, crimson red like raging flames or spraying blood.
“B-but…” Gudako, against her better judgement, still tried to protest just one last time.
“Master.” Illya gently, yet firmly cut her off, her tone making it clear that she was only calling her such as a formality and that she otherwise had a similar mindset to Ibaraki regarding the new pecking order, “I think it’s in your better interest to realize that you really don’t have a choice~” She explained, smiling down at her while her own eyes had their own dangerous look behind them.
“Listen to Illya, Guda-cow~” Ibaraki taunted, glancing at the bimbo’s fat tits pressing against her thighs, “After all, she’ll be getting to play with you just as much as I will when I’m not eating other Servants…~”
“Gudacow, hm~? I actually like that name for her…~” Illya brought a hand to her mouth as she giggled, before then bending her knees to reach down and give one of the newly christened ‘Gudacow’s’ tits some squeezes herself, drawing reluctant moans from the taller girl, “Though if we want it to be accurate, we’re going to have to do something about the fact that these udders of hers don’t have any milk despite being so pointlessly fat…~”
“Definitely, that was probably the one downside to playing with Kintoki’s tits as much as I did,” Ibaraki scoffed, “I sucked on those things like my life depended on it and I didn’t get even a drop of milk out of them…” She glanced off to the side, scowling at the memory.
“I got some out of the Cow Woman, but I didn’t play with her like I did Kintoki, I just ate her right away, so I only got to taste a little bit…”
“All the more reason we should make sure this cow can give you plenty of dairy~” Illya nodded and patted Ibaraki’s back sympathetically, “That way you can have something to drink to go with your meals, especially if you decide to eat a particularly… spicy Servant…~” She giggled, thinking about the various other Servants that used fire, even though she doubted it would really bother Ibaraki, especially as she was now.
“Yeah… yeah, that sounds great…~!” Ibaraki nodded, a grin quickly spreading across her face as she imagined herself and Illya side by side, each suckling on one of the redhead’s plump, leaking nipples, “Do you hear that, Gudacow~? You’ll get to be our personal dairy supply as well as my meal ticket~!” She laughed.
“How very versatile of you…~” Illya chuckled as well, “Now Ibaraki has two reasons to keep you around instead of eating you, Gudacow, aren’t you grateful~? Why don’t you show us how grateful you are to be selected to be the great Ibaraki-Douji’s pet cowslut~?” She asked mockingly.
“Yeah, go ahead~” Ibaraki egged her on, “I’m sure you can figure out what to do without being told…~”
Gudacow’s single visible eye silently looked back and forth between the Lancer and Alter Ego looking down at her, both of them openly smug and expectant as there was no room for doubt of what they could and would do to her if she tried to refuse or risk using a Command Spell.
With no other option available to her, all she could do was quietly turn her head back to start pressing hesitant kisses against Ibaraki’s belly blubber, her hands shaking slightly as she slowly raised them up to gently massage and knead the Oni’s now much thicker thighs as she gradually found her rhythm, her cheeks burning as some part of her couldn’t help but start to enjoy the idea of being degraded by her own Servants- no, her new owners, knowing that they’d shamelessly molest her large tits whoever they wanted, probably making them even bigger in the process of getting her to lactate, at which point they’d only ever drink from the tap, and that she’d undoubtedly be expected to worship Ibaraki’s belly even more than she was now, either after she had already digested those poor, so-called Heroes and was left with a sloshing, bloated belly, or maybe even before they were digested and were still squirming around inside, allowing her to witness up close and personal as their silhouettes soften and lose definition before ultimately melting away into nothing, doomed to not even return to the Throne, but simply become nothing more than Oni meat~
As those thoughts swirled around in her mind, Gudacow didn’t even fully realize that she had instinctively continued her worship of Ibaraki’s belly, slowly becoming more fervent as she planted kiss after kiss along her pudgy belly, her arms having moved so that she was no longer squeezing her owner’s thighs, but instead wrapping them around her waist to hug her closer, further burying her face in the soft flab that used to be two of her strongest Servants, oblivious to the growing wetness in her core while her nipples became hard and erect enough that they started to visibly poke through her bra and uniform top alike, all while Ibaraki and Illya watched her with smug satisfaction, knowing she had already subconsciously accepted her true purpose as their pet plaything, the both of them only needing to say two words~
“Good girl~”