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the-ultimate-puppteer · 6 months

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If I may be so bold to request this of you, separate headcannons for Medusa, Medea, and Artoria Alter X Reader

Your wish is granted my friend~

Medea

•Oh man I don't know how you were able to pull her but you're very lucky to have her fall for you

•Medea has been through a lot so while she loves and trusts you there are going to be moments when she feels insecure or doubts you really love her

•Its during these moments where you need really show how much you actually care for her

•Medea also likes PDA she loves showing off her love for you to world and doesn't see a reason she should be ashamed of that fact

•Medea is also the type who loves to make gifts for you, she's a mage afterall so she likes to make things, especially for those she loves

•And believe me they're super effective

•Also lemme tell you this woman is very protective of you

•It makes sense in retrospect given how precious you are to her

•After all you reached out to help her at her lowest moment with hesitation or asking anything in return

•And for that she is eternally grateful

•If you're a mage or posses magic circuits she's going to want to teach you magecraft

•it may be more difficult seeing that she uses magecraft from the age of God's but she's going to do her best

•She just wants you to be able to defend yourself in case she's not there to protect you

•Despite her reputation she's a loving and care person to those who are precious to her

Artoria Alter aka Salter

•Artoria doesn't seem like the type to be in a romantic relationship but that couldn't be further from the truth

•She just has a specific type, those who are strong in body and/or spirit though if she has to pick she prefer you to be strong in spirit

•Salter isn't the type to really go out on dates unless it's a fast food date

•She would prefer to stay inside and relax with you

she just doesn't see a need to go out to spend time with you

•Also she's not the type to care about things like petty arguments, jealously or passive aggressive behavior

•If you have an issue than talk to her about it like an adult don't act like a child

•Salter may seem like the type who's not for physical affection but she actually does like cuddling with you or giving you the occasional kiss when she's in the mood for it

•All in all she's an amazing person to have a relationship with.

Medusa

•Medusa may seem like in a relationship she'd be either shy or submissive but for the most part you'd be wrong

•She does have her submissive moments but she's mostly the dominant factor in your relationship

•Though she is gentle when it comes to you

•Her favorite thing to do is read books with you while sitting in your lap

•She does prefer you to be taller than her but it isn't a huge factor for her in having a partner

•She can't believe that you actually think that some as huge as her is actually beautiful and that you desire her

•Please you need to reassure you that you find her breathtaking and that you don't care about her height

•Medusa also has an inclination to suck on your blood, it's nothing malicious she just loves doing it and is very careful not to take to much

•Though because of that she has a tendency to monitor and control some of the things that you eat

•When it comes to affection she's the most affectionate outta the bunch.

•she just loves you so much and wants to be around all the time and thanks to being able to go into spirit form she actually can.

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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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