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gainprincess · 10 months

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"BWAH?!"

"Sorry, would you rather I use proper terminology? It's been a while, but I'll try."

She clears her throat, and sweetens her tone.

"Master, won't you please let me suckle from your obscenely fat breasts so that I may outshine all these pigs lesser than me with my flab? I'd be really grateful. I wish to become a most bloated and greedy cow of a woman, with a body that may put even Avenger to shame."

She's stepping towards Passionlip now, and the Alter Ego's face heats up. Medusa's words are sultry and genuine, and each step she makes shows off her toned legs, flexing with muscle.

Passionlip is very confused on how to feel about this. On one hand, this lady DID just break into her office, started calling her by her and her sisters' designation, not her NAME, and is now staring her down asking for some of her thick fucking titmilk.

She has every right to be horrified.

But something about the way Medusa's manic grin and glowing eyes flash makes her also REALLY, REALLY turned on all of a sudden.

"W-Well, i-if you wanna have some that bad, there's always the ho-"

"W-Wait, no, that's a really bad idea! I-I can't let you do that, even if you ARE the prettiest lady I've ever seen in my life! Also, my name's Passionlip!"

Confessions aside, Passionlip's words cause Medusa to halt in her tracks, eyebrow furrowing in confusion as she twitches.

"I...cannot?"

At first, she's calm. Passionlip exhales in relief. Calm is good.

Then, the anger.

"Why in Olympus not, Sakura?! Am I not worthy? Have I erred in some way?!"

Her teeth gnash in frustration as Passionlip quivers...but the Alter-Ego stands her ground. She's grown a lot since coming to Chaldea in many different ways.

Medusa's just angry. She's not making threatening movements, and her voice isn't that threatening, despite increase in volume. She's just having an outburst.

She can do this.

"I-I just can't! I don't let anyone have my milk straight from the tap, it's too much! J-Just look at the pudding formula thing everyone else gets with breakfast that makes them bloat! My milk is the main ingredient!"

And it all comes together, for those acting as observers. Passionlip is Raikou and Boudica's third conspirator in the duo's goal to fatten all of Chaldea in their own special way, though it seems that she, unlike the other two, has some semblance of...limitations.

"...Mh. I...I see. That...is reasonable. For such a thing to be only PARTLY comprised of your milk...It must be truly potent indeed. Twould be a waste to get so fat so quickly...I must show the others my superiority slowly, make them realize over time..."

She's in her own self-absorbed logic loop, of course, but Passionlip's words have halted her. She's calming down, coming down from the high that is her lust, if slightly. It's a sudden change, a violent swap, and if Passionlip had not been blessed with a face that brought Medusa's submissive nature to the front like a boomerang, it's doubtful such logic would've occurred.

But Passionlip does get her feelings on the topic. Being small in Chaldea is both a blessing and a curse.

Sure, you can maneuever easier, and you'll be granted a lot of convenient privileges the larger Servants just don't have access to at their size...but you won't feel like you belong. At least, Lip didn't when she was 'small'.

Sure, she was a weight everyone WANTED to be, but she didn't look it. They treated her with respect, but not with friendship. That's why SHE got big. So she could be useful, and have friends.

So she can empathize with Medusa, even if their reasons are different.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, in that case. I hope you will forgive me for this, Sa-"

She bites her tongue.

A-Ah...Your name is not...Sakura, yes? Passionlip, you said...please forgive me. You just looked so much like my Master that I..."

This change in personality is entire genuine. It is true feeling, and it occured at the drop of a hat. Perhaps it is this one moment that best encapsulates her insanity after all.

'Oh, I'm gonna get so fired for this...'

Passionlip's empathy overwhelms her better judgement for a split-second. She's too caring, and that face Medusa's pulling is way too much.

'Fuck it.'

"U-Um! P-Please don't say sorry! I-I think I actually CAN help...! Sort of..."

"...Eh?"

Medusa was about to turn on her heel and leave, to go find another venue in which she can gain quickly. Harassing someone with Sakura's face is a good way to give herself and the harassee a lot of uncomfortable feelings. Medusa dislikes the idea of that.

But now...Passionlip is offering something. So she stays...and she stares.

"I-I can't...give you fresh stuff from the t-tap. Full blast like that'd ruin our entire base. B-But, um...there's a unique property, to my milk...M-My...uh...fat content..."

She squirms a little, embarrassed.

"I-If the stuff goes directly to a fridge instead of a bowl or glass, and it stays there long enough to cool down...the extra-fattening effects are d-dulled a bit...O-Only problem is..."

She sighs.

"Can you move back just a f-few steps...? I need to activate something you're on top of."

"A-Ah. Yes. Certainly. Sorry."

Medusa snaps out of her titty-ogling at the request, wiping drool from her lip as her face flushes red. For some reason, the fact that Lip isn't Sakura kind of makes her more embarrassed to have been that greedy in front of her.

She takes a step back, glancing down on the floor. There doesn't SEEM to be anything there; just a normal oaken floor, beautifully pristine despite all the pressure that is applied to it daily with Lip's mere existence...

"A-Alter Ego Gamma...R-Requesting funneling hose connected to refrigeration storage...code 7929 Blossom Sunrise."

Passionlip rattles off a series of phrases, eyes closed as if concentrating, and for a moment, Medusa thinks nothing will happen.

Then the floor shifts, and Medusa's core grows hot as something rises out of it.

A feeding tube.

"N-Nh...I see...~"

She's only ever seen it used once, on a day where Sei Shonagon (Berserker) was feeling particularly lazy, and demanded her lover fill her up with 'the good stuff' (likely just cake batter)...but just recalling that memory gets her even hotter.

She knows what's about to happen. It's such a thick tube, too...There's going to be so much.

"Um...y-you can just p-put your lips over it...It's sensor-activated, so it'll start pumping whatever's in there into your tummy...I'm only allowing you to have three bottles, though, okay..?"

By her estimate, that should be enough to get Medusa...satisfied.

"O-Of course, Lady Passionlip...my everlasting thanks...Fuck...~"

She's gyrating her hips again, trying to relieve herself through the denim of her white pants...

'The pants I'll be rendering useless before long..!~'

She's soaked even more now. It's self-defeating. She can't help it.

She opens her mouth. The tube sits at mouth-level, just waiting, begging, pleading for a worthy pair of plump lips to sliiiide down it and embrace their fate.

For once, Medusa loves her fate.

She doesn't even consciously shove herself forward. It's almost like she's falling. Falling, falling, down and down...just a puppet for her inevitable victory.

Her mouth takes it in without hesitation as she sliiides onto it like it's the most delicious shaft she's tasted in her life, eyes rolling backwards as it slides into her throat. That's the lovely thing about not having a gag reflex...no interruptions.

The world around her blurs to nothingness as the grrrlggglleee and glllrrrrooopppp... of heavy, thick, creamy titcream pushing up the tube enters her ear. It's close. She can almost see it bloating the tube with sheer mass, the chilled dairy getting closer and closer to her soft lips...!~

It passes her mouth, and starts tracing down her maw to the opening halfway down her throat.

That alone makes Medusa flood.

Then?

Impact.

"NNNNNNH!~"

The dull realization that she's throwing her dignity away like this IN FRONT OF someone hardly occurs to her when the first deluge hits her throat.

It's so fucking creamy.

The chill is evident and transparent, and Medusa bucks when she feels her throat cool down. She can already feel it working, and her shirt groans as her chest swells.

"HHUNNNHHH...~"

But there's a problem with being so good at deepthroating you can deepthroat a two-inch wide feeding tube.

She can't taste it. She's feeling it deposit in her belly, bringing an end to her thin nature for good (Finally. Worthless.), but she can't taste it. She wants to taste it.

In the only moment of rational clarity she'll have for the next few hours, Medusa manages to push the tube upward with her throat muscles, far enough that she can at least taste it on the back of her tongue.

It drives her further into ecstasy.

Lip's milk is somehow both sweet and not at the same time, like a creamy glaze that goes on cinnamon rolls. She drools as it pours down her gullet, the substance flooding her stomach like it owes the stuff rent.

Its effects are instantaneous too. Her hips are swaying involuntarily at the feeling, and she thinks she may go cross-eyed. It's too good. Her hands are palmed against the floor, because if they aren't, she won't be able to stay upright.

Speaking of her hips, they continue to swell as she gulps, and they go from birthing hips worthy of a goddess to the most obscenely perfect set of love-handles one could ever witness, straining her pants already as the softness gathers and pads it all, concentrated like it only cares about ensuring the fabric suffers as cellulite forms on Medusa's fat rear.

"Mmmph...~"

"Nnghh...~"

She's eternally grateful to Passionlip.

Even though only one bottle has finished, her breasts are already double the size they were when she started. Even though only one bottle has finished, her face has softened, and a second chin has started to form beneath her first. Even though only one bottle has finished, her legs are causing tears in the fabric of her pants, exposing her new, flabby thighs to the world (or, well, to the starstruck Alter Ego bolted in place before her) like a cow's ought.

But her belly's not big enough. She wants more. Sure, it's swelling into a gut. Sure, the more and more she lets drain into her stomach from this second bottle, she feels it swell and gurgle and groan and churn, but she's not there yet.

She's so close, she feels like she just needs an inch more. She's so close to the greatest moment of her second life. She's so, so close to...to...!

PING!~

She freezes. One of the buttons on her pants, one of the things that keep it up on her hips alongside the buckle, has pinged harmlessly off Passionlip's metal claw, clattering to the ground between them.

She stares.

Lip stares.

PING!~

Another flies off, smashing into her claws and falling to earth once more.

Medusa can hear her pants creaking under her swelling gut. Can hear them yearning to snap, to give her the edge she desperately craves...She pants into the tube, attempting to gulp faster and faster so it comes sooner and sooner...

"MMmh...!"

PING! Another button. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

"MMMH!!!~"

She bucks her hips, eyes fully rolling back in her skull as she goes over the edge.

A CRRRREEEAAAAKKKKKK from her belt buckle. Followed by a GRRRNNGNNNNNNNN from her straining leather belt.

She takes a breath. She readies herself. She steadies her hands. And, when it finally, finally...

SNNNNNNNAPPPPPPPPP!~

Medusa lets go.

"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!~~"

The belch shatters plates in the cafeteria. She's a mile away from it and she's causing glass to EXPLODE in the dish rack. Windows aren't safe either. Anything not reinforced by magic is dust in the wake of that rippling belch, and the sound is like a fucking monstrosity's bellow no matter where you are in Chaldea.

It's a message. For all to hear.

Look. At. ME.

#muse: medusa (saber)#muse: lip #n/sfw #tube feeding #half of it is a euphemism #massive fucking world-altering belch #greed in human form #god its so fucking long #this is my masterpiece #PART 2 OF 2!

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gainprincess · 10 months

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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.

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.

"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.

"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?"

#muse: medusa (saber)#muse: lip #temp!muse: demeter #n/sfw #kink tag: lactation #Saberdusa's Bizarre Adventure #PART 1 OF 2!

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