Jul 29, 2024
Dress Rehearsal part I 🩰
Haru waited the entire dress rehearsal for Ilya despite the pit in his stomach. At the very last moment, right when he was about to leave, they were reunited.
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Dress Rehearsal part I 🩰
Haru waited the entire dress rehearsal for Ilya despite the pit in his stomach. At the very last moment, right when he was about to leave, they were reunited.
Worldbuilding - StarClan
BEGINNING // PREVIOUS // NEXT
When a person loses their mind, it might not be apparent to everyone around them. Insanity isn't a binary, after all. It's not as if one can flip a switch to go from 'reasonable' to 'completely lacking in all logic' so everyone knows what's wrong.
Sometimes, it's a more subtle change at first.
"..."
Medusa's been walking down the halls a brisker pace, since the events of that night. If she lingers too long near the Avenger Hall, her uncontrollable arousal will return, and she knows it. In fact, even seeing Barghest or Gorgon might drive her into a heat that she can't quench.
Which is embarrassing. She's better than that, better than mindlessly surrendering to her primal instincts without so much as a by-your-leave. That's something a base animal would do. Medusiana is a more refined woman, with a more refined goal than simply orgasm.
She wants to get fucking fat.
It's a goal she's only awakened to since that incident a few days ago, but now that she's got it, she has no idea how she EVER went without it. It just makes so much sense!
The enormity...the heft, the weight, the splendor, the glory that comes with being bigger and better than anyone and everyone...how could she have missed out on that? She was such a fool for trying to be slim...such a damn fool.
Everyone else had the right idea, so she had to get what they got! Then she could outpace them.
Unfortunately, it's not that simple. It turns out, when EVERYONE'S trying to glut themselves into a massive hog, the leftover food supply vanishes with a quickness. Which can get to be even more of a problem when you're so thin that barely anyone can see you, rendering Boudica and Raikou's fattening plot sort of moot.
If she were a BIT fat, she'd be perfectly spottable, but at her weight, she sort of blends into her Rider self and Avenger self through the crowd.
So she's a bit testy right now, stalking down the hall and gritting her teeth.
"Those damn hogs...! Don't they know that I'm the one that deserves to be that big?! That I'm the one that should be greedily belching up a storm and burying my face in food?!"
This is Medusa's insanity. Such delusion and egoism, buried under a thin veneer of stoicism and quiet calm...it was awakened by coincidence, arrived here by pure chance, and yet...it has nearly consumed her.
That I-"
"My, you've grown into quite the goal-oriented girl, haven't you, dear? I think you're very pretty like this, though, darling. Much like Persephone in some respects.~"
"GAH!"
Medusa leaps back, instinctively drawing Chrysaor and pointing it forward at the sound of that voice. It takes a moment for her shock to wear off and recognition to kick in.
"Tch."
She sheathes her sword and places her hand on her hip, instantly reverting to the more typical Medusa demeanor. Her lie.
She hates the gods, but Demeter's done her no wrongs personally. She can, at the least, hear her out before she disregards everything she says.
"What do you want, Demeter?"
"My, my...You've got a real attitude, don't you, honey? I just came to tell you a little secret I learned that you might like."
Demeter's not the biggest in Chaldea; Hell, she's not even officially on the registrar of Servants because she's not supposed to be there, but she's a pleasantly immense 650 pounds of motherly, godly lard. Her belly, a double-rolled complex of a gut, hangs almost to her knees, causing her heavy breaths even as she stands in place. Her hips flare out wide, her entire figure built to support those birthing cakes. And her fat fucking tits?
Well, the less said about those, the less likely it is for Raikou and Boudica to realize that Barghest is small potatoes compared to their real challenger.
The point is, Demeter is fat, and Medusa isn't.
Vehement jealousy.
"What secret would that be...?"
Trying to keep a lid on her temper, until-
"You like that...Sakura girl, yes? Purple hair, shy demeanor, very sweet and helpf-GNH?!"
Her demeanor instantly shifts, and she's pushing Demeter against the nearest wall before the Caster can think. Her arm is barred against the goddess's fat-swaddled throat, and her Mystic Eyes shine ferociously.
"Where is she? Is she here?"
"Nnnh...oh dear...you're so bold...~"
Ignoring the heat growing in her nethers (that definitely requires attention later), Demeter retains her composure against the woman's ferocious fanaticism quickly, smiling at her as she tries to get through her explanation again.
"I stumbled upon a most wonderful girl the other day while looking for the fertilizer in the Alter Ego Hall. Their plants are awfully under cared-for... Anyway, the sweetest girl, and she said she was a part of the 'Sakura Five'. She matched the profile of that girl you like so much...I figured you might want to know. And I hear she also knows a way to get big fast."
Medusa feels her heart might burst.
Sakura!
Her master within the Paper Moon, and the woman that EVERY medusa instinctively loves. She couldn't possibly know the latter, of course, but Sakura's still here. And she knows about gaining! She has to see her right away. The 'five' part completely missed her ears.
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It is this moment, dear viewers, that prevents our story from going very, very dark. It is the selfless love that Medusa feels for another that stops her from becoming her unscrupulous avenger self, or a far worse menace than that woman had ever been. Mistake of identity or no...she is still rather human.
Please remember that, as the story progresses.
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"Ah, one more thing, dearie...Her name wasn't actually Saku-"
"...She's gone."
She is indeed, the sound of heeled boots clacking against the metal tiling the only proof that Demeter hadn't just imagined getting kabedoned by the Saber. That the obese mother hadn't just let one of her fantasies seep into delusion.
She would've masturbated to the sensation of being pinned to the wall until she collapsed regardless, but she can at least take solace in the fact that she's getting off to a real event instead of her own mania.
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"Hmhmhmhmhm...~"
Passionlip is having a great day.
First, she got to eat steak for breakfast, with extra helpings of pancakes and eggs on the side, and didn't get nagged about her teeth! Then, she got to head back to her room for her daily routine, and ran into someone VERY nice and helpful on the way back!
And now, she's hooked up to her normal apparatus, cheerfully humming a ditty with a smile on her face. She likes her special job; She can be of use to everyone AND the tingling feels great!
Nothing could go wron-
"SAKURAAAAAAAAAA!"
SMASH! The door of Passionlip's 'office' caves in as a full body slams into it, sending it flying into the opposite wall.
"HWAH!"
Lip yelps in fear as she stares at the figure that just broke her special door, instinctively bunching herself up (as much as one can with two massive metal claws and a morbidly obese frame like her own) in an attempt to seem smaller.
"W-Who are you?!"
"What a silly question. It's me, Sakura. Saber, remember?"
Medusa brushes steel chunks off her pants as she rises to her feet, turning to face that familiar voice with a smile. Her drip is immaculate, and Passionlip quietly murmurs in envy at the sight of it when they come face to face.
"Your Sab-"
"..."
Medusa's mouth hangs open as she drinks in the sight of Passionlip, Alter-Ego of Love and Hate...
and her massive fucking milking machine.
"D-D-Don't stare...!"
Passionlip's whiny demand goes unheard by the Saber, who's still stunlocked by what she's looking at to the point that her Mystic Eyes deactivate.
Firstly, Sakura got fucking huge. Not only is her former Master's weight easily in the realm of a ton, but her figure's completely absurd too! A gut that hangs over her soft, plump, plush thighs, gurgling and churning with insatiable hunger after every breath the purple-haired woman takes, and thighs that could make Melusine envious are impressive, sure, but not what Medusa really cares about; There's a MASSIVE quantity of women with those traits in Chaldea, after all.
No, what really makes Medusa gape is the fuckoff-massive milkjugs making those other features practically invisible.
They have to be as big as Medusa is, for fuck's sake, and that's probably being conservative in her estimation. There's also two of them. If Medusa wasn't trapped weighing her jealousy at the sight she's been given, her absolute love and admiration for sakura, and her earnest and desperate desire to guzzle from one of those fat udders, she'd have leapt for them instantly.
"U-Um...M-My name's Passionlip, but everyone calls me Lip..."
She didn't even care about the giant claw hands her Master had somehow acquired, nor the mumbling she was barely listening to.
That was Sakura's own privilege to do with her body, and far be it from her to stop the woman's choices. All that mattered to her was the fact that her Master's hyper-engorged knockers were hooked up to some sort of machine, and creamy, thick, heavy liquid is being milked out of them with indifferent efficiency, all leading...somewhere up above their current location.
She's done weighing stuff. This sight is WAY too erotic for her to hold back on, and she can't help but recall Demeter's words the moment she realizes that it's 'Sakura's' own tittymilk being extracted.
"And I hear she also knows a way to get fat fast."
She realizes what she has to do. No regrets, no hesitations.
"Sakura..."
Her body shines as she shifts suddenly into her third Ascension, eyes bright.
"Can I have some milk?"
- You’re late. - Couldn’t call my ride.