Landing back on his mattress, Ritsuka immediately got up and headed for the door.  Just before she was eaten, he made out a final message for him from Shiki: Don’t give in.

I can’t give up… I’ll go to the library next and get Kama so… huh?  Trying to keep himself motivated, the young Magus stopped as he got to his door and the sense of wrongness he felt after he was first sent back to his room became clear to him.  The ceiling was a bit further away, and the door towered in its frame as he approached.  He had to reach a bit higher to open it, and the grotesque decoration’s eye on the opposite wall was looking down at him slightly.  Wait, I’m shrinking each time Abby catches me?!

Her snickering giggle echoing through the halls, Abigail addressed him as he came to this new realization.  “Hey, hey, Master?  Have you noticed yet?  I bet you have, you are pretty clever after all, and last time the penalty was only five centimeters.  It’s alright if you didn’t realize it before, but if you didn’t figure it out by now I’d be concerned.  I mean, you’re now fifteen centimeters shorter than when our game started.”

Fifteen centimeters!  That means the penalty doubled from last time…  Paling as he started to put everything together.

“Ufufu~  Aww, don’t fret too much, Master.  Sure, you’ll be slower the smaller you get, and it’ll be harder to get out of my traps too, but if you’re lucky I might not even notice you if you’re small enough.  Ahh~  But I want to see a cute, helpless Master squirming in my hands too."

If his height was the deciding factor of how many times he could get caught, then the penalty wouldn’t only increase by five centimeters each time.  By the sixth time she captured him, he’d still have sixty centimeters of height left.  First five, then ten… so next I’ll shrink by twenty, then forty, and finally eighty centimeters, leaving me with only ten to spare.  Abby wasn’t kidding.  I can’t get caught four more times!

With time short, and now knowing he was even shorter, Ritsuka sprinted down the hall… and almost immediately tripped over his now far too baggy pants.  For better or worse, his underwear was still small enough to stay in place if he held it out with one hand, but he was forced to abandon the rest of his clothes for the sake of mobility.

Kama can shapeshift and even make clones of herself.  She can make distractions to throw Abby off our trail.  Trying to figure out how to best utilize the abilities of his remaining Servants, Ritsuka knew that they’d have to fight the corrupted young girl eventually.  Aśvatthāman’s relentless offensive capabilities would give them an edge, but he wanted someone who could cover his back first, just in case.  Abby is much stronger than she’s ever been before, and it doesn’t seem like that strength is coming from Sut-Typhon…

Thinking back on how Shiki was so easily captured and devoured, while he could still sense the two-hundred and sixty-four Saint Graphs he had contracts with, almost all of them were contained in one Spirit Origin.  Concentrating harder as he was forced to slow down after Abigail announced she was looking for him, Ritsuka was able to get a more accurate sense of the situation.  The Spirit Origins for both Mash and Aśvatthāman were isolated separately from one another in the general directions of the Control Room and Generator respectively.  Kama and Kiara’s Spirit Origins, however, had a total of twenty Saint Graphs at each of their locations.

Did Shiki-san also have other Saint Graphs in her when I freed her?  I wish I had taken the time to figure this out before.  Closing in on the library, the young Magus wouldn’t have even accepted the idea of Servants eating one another if he hadn’t seen Abby do it right in front of him.  I just hope everyone can–!!  Peeking around the final corner he had to turn to get to the library, Ritsuka quickly pulled his head back as a pale, grey leg came out from the entrance.  She didn’t s-see me… right?

Hoping he had concealed himself quickly enough, the soft patter of her feet against the tiled and flesh floor fading as she skipped merrily away set his racing heart at ease.  He had won that coin flip, and peeking around the corner again to make sure the coast was clear, he caught a glimpse of her flowing hair, barely covered backside, and the brim of her hat as she faded into the darkness.

Now I know how the characters in supernatural horror movies feel…  Breathing a sigh of relief, Ritsuka quietly infiltrated the library, searching for the Assassin sealed within.

Given how much larger it was than the kitchen, however, his search dragged on for what felt like an eternity as each second passed.  Looking over his shoulder constantly, the thought that the three-eyed Foreigner could pop out at any time strained his psyche.  Finally, after combing through most of the library, he found a similar tangle of tentacles constricting around a glowing dome of light inside the head librarian’s hidden private room.  And while the magecraft used to establish this seal was onmyōdō-based rather than the western magecraft used to seal Shiki, it had the same method to dispel it.  Pouring his mana into the seal, it took almost everything he had left to release Kama, who immediately burned the tentacle that tried to bind her with blue flames and hacked them apart with her vajra.

Stepping out of the flames and brushing her silvery-white hair out of her face, the young-looking deity of the Indian pantheon huffed in frustration.  As she was one of the few Servants not of the Foreigner Class banned from using her third ascension, Kama favored staying in her first ascension; that of a young girl in a formfitting, short purple dress with matching thigh-high stockings and detached sleeves.  “Is it time to go discipline that naughty girl for acting up, Master?”

Grabbing Kama’s hand and diving into a corner in anticipation of an attack that didn’t come, Ritsuka stared at the entrances of Murasaki’s private room.  Breathing a sigh of relief seeing it empty, he loosened his grip on the blushing, flustered young Assassin.  “S-Sorry about that, Kama-chan…  Because I let my guard down before, Abby got Shiki-san.  I didn’t want her to get you too.”

Composing herself, Kama coughed nervously and turned to hide her face from him.  “O-Ohh~?  Is that so?  And here I thought you had finally fallen to depravity and couldn’t hold back your love for me.”  Trying to take back control of the conversation, she moved on, looking at all the tentacles writhing around them.  “But we’re one down already?  Well, that should be fine.  As much as I hate to admit it, the three of us were just more insurance after we found out what Abby was planning.  Aśvatthāman’s Rudra Avatāra skill makes him immune to her madness and insanity-inducing attacks.  Sure, the Saber form of Shiki-san, Kiara, and I have innate resistances to mental debuffs specifically, we needed to boost our skill by ‘eating’ Servants with high Magic Resistance and debuff resistance.”  Rubbing her stomach, she was both disgusted and pleased with how things had played out.  “Isn’t that right, Parvati?”

“You ate Par?”

“Oh, more than just her.  Getting the other Foreigners apparently would have been more efficient at countering Abby’s abilities, but she devoured and stole their powers first.  She also ate anyone with high-ranking skills that grant debuff resistance, as well as most of the other goddesses.  I did get to eat Stheno, Euryale, Artemis, Ishtar… and a few others, but having Parvati serve herself up on a silver platter was the highlight of my meal.”  Snickering at the humiliation the Lancer goddess must have felt when she sent her to dissolve in her stomach before adding her to her Saint Graph, the only thing that could have made it better was if she could defecate the irritable woman’s remains from her pert, little rear.

“But you’ll be able to let them all out, right?”  For as extreme of a method they were forced to resort to, Kama was far more powerful than she ever was before.  With how casually she was treating it, he hoped everything was reversible.

“Tell you what, Master.”  Leaning in and running a finger along Ritsuka’s jawline, Kama giggled mischievously as she liked her lips.  “If we win, I’ll let everyone else go.  Feel free to resummon Parvati if you want, but the one that was here already was my…  Hey, you look shorter than I remember.”  Finally taking the time to look over her Master, Kama couldn't help but notice they were much closer in height now.  And that he only had a pair of oversized underwear on!

“Huh?  O-Oh, yeah.  Abby’s made a game out of tracking me down.  If she catches me…”  Cutting his explanation short, Ritsuka got up and started leading Kama out of the library.  “Anyway, we’ll head towards Aśvatthāman-san next and pick up Kiara-san on our way to Mash.  Is there some plan we need to follow?”

Trying to not ogle the muscle definition of her mostly nude Master, Kama shook her head.  “Not that I know of.  Murasaki Shikibu just fed me close to twenty Servants and sealed me here before she was too corrupted to think straight.  If I had to guess, either Aśvatthāman or Mash were told what needed to be done to fix this.”

Trusting that there even was a plan, Ritsuka led the way as they headed for the incarnation of rage and anger, Aśvatthāman.  He cautioned her about the traps that Abigail had set up and they were making good progress, but somewhere between the generator and the infirmary, the sounds of playful giggling and soft footsteps echoed around the corner of a four-way intersection they were approaching!

“Oh no!  It’s Abby.  Do you think you could fight her, Kama-chan?”  Freaking out and pressing himself against the wall, Ritsuka began to sweat profusely as he tried to not imagine how he’d get ‘played’ with again.  Though, unlike the rest of his body trembling in fear, his flaccid manhood twitched with every step the unseen Servant took.

“Not by myself.  Again, my resistance is only boosted, I’m not immune to mental debuffs like Aśvatthāman is.  If Abby focuses on me, I wouldn’t last five minutes.”  Clearly explaining why the hot-headed Indian god was their only real chance, Kama created two clones of herself, transforming one into Ritsuka.  “I’ll distract her with these, but I doubt they’ll fool her for long, especially if she catches them.  We need to hurry to the generator, okay?”

Nodding, Ritsuka gave her a thumbs-up before counting down with his fingers.

Three…  Two…  One…

Sending her clones running forward, once they were out in the open, from around the corner Abigail giggled.  “Oh~!  I~ found~ you~!  Ufufu.  Kama-chan~  You look even more delicious than Shiki-oneesan.  Let me have a bite too~”

Getting her clone to grab the Ritsuka clone and carry him, Kama sent them running down the hall at superhuman speeds.  Giving chase at equal speed, the young Foreigner was just a dark blur that didn’t even look in their direction as she turned the corner.  Before either of them could get a good look she disappeared into the darkness.

Not wasting any time, Ritsuka sprinted down the hall with Kama right behind him.  However, as he turned the corner, out of the corner of his eye, the young man saw a dark hand reaching out from the direction Abigail had been coming from.  “Look out!”  Diving to the side, Ritsuka managed to dodge the young Foreigner’s hand and narrowly avoid a tentacle trap on the wall he slammed into, only to see she wasn’t grabbing for him.  “Kama-chan!”

Instantly ensnaring the smaller former Beast candidate in tentacles, Abigail’s eyes shone brightly as fury contorted her pretty, adorable face.  “YOu dAre TRy to fOol mE WitH a FAke Master, KamA-ChAn~!?”  Her voice distorted as she radiated malicious anger, Abigail tightened the tentacles holding Kama.  “WeLL, tWo cAn PlAY aT thE DecOY GamE~”

“Wh-Why c-can’t I s-summon m-my flames?!”  Strain and pain twisting her features, Kama’s fear and confusion didn’t help her escape the enraged Foreigner’s grasp.  “I c-can’t even change my form!”

“My tentacles seal all the skills, abilities, and Noble Phantasms of whatever they catch.”  Reigning in her anger, Abby took a deep breath and licked her licks as she stood over the helpless Servant.  “Or rather, I’m using everyone else’s skills to do so through them, but I don’t think that’s a meaningful difference to you.  Omm~”  Opening her mouth wide, she slowly leaned in as the coil of tentacles presented her next meal to her.

“W-Wait!  No, Ab–!”  Paying the Assassin no mind, Abigail’s mouth expanded to fit Kama’s head in, muffling the screams and cries as she readily swallowed her.

Petrified at the scene before him, Ritsuka couldn’t look away his white-haired ally was consumed by the lithe and fragile-looking girl.  Abigail’s neck swelled to accommodate Kama’s head as she swallowed her shoulders with a sadistic smile on her face.  From there, she had no problem devouring the smaller Assassin, with her stomach bulging out as Kama was forced into the tight sac.  Gulping down her meal’s toes, Abby licked up the drool spilling down her chin as she harshly slapped her belly and let out a cute, quiet belch.

“Oh, excuse me, Master.  That was unbecoming of me.”  Blushing as she covered her mouth to conceal a chain of small burps that followed, the young girl couldn't help but giggle as Kama screamed and struggled to get out of her.  “Are you trying to get out, Kama-chan?  Well, you better hurry.  You see, my belly’s had lots of practice digesting weaklings like you, so if you’re not quick…”

As she spoke the thrashing inside her belly intensified for a moment before going eerily silent and the vague humanoid definition of the bulge from her bloated belly smoothed out.

“...you’ll be the food you didn’t want to be, ufufu.”  Patting her sloshing belly as it quickly flattened out and her slender figure returned, Abby mocked the fallen Servant’s efforts to resist the inevitable.  “You couldn’t even fill me out and give me a nice figure play with Mater with?  I’m going to make you part of my butt then.”  Pouting as she groped her undeveloped bust and pert bottom, she looked at the trembling, defenseless Master and struck as seductive as a pose as she could think of.

Too scared to move and barely able to breathe, Ritsuka couldn’t comprehend what he just witnessed.  Swallowing a Servant she shrunk made sense, and Kama in her child form is the smallest child Servant in Chaldea, but she just ate someone roughly thirty centimeters shorter than herself with ease!  Sh-She could eat me like that too!

“Well, Master?  You could have run but stayed and watched me eat instead.  Does that mean you want to have more fun with–”  Looking to have a bit more fun before sending him back to his room, Abby paused and her smile widened as she saw his underwear had fallen in his panic but his intimidatingly robust manhood was standing tall and proud.  Approaching him, thanks to how much he shrunk, she was now just a bit taller than him, so the tip of his member poked into her stomach just under her belly button as she pressed her body against his.  “Ufufu~  Did that excite you?  If I knew you liked that, I would have saved more Servants to show you.  But you look like you’d fill my belly more than any of them could.”

Cupping her hand around his cheek as she licked his cheek, the grey-skinned girl raised a leg and trapped his throbbing shaft in her knee.  Stroking his member with her knee, she pulled him into her chest and embraced him tightly, keeping him from escaping.

The scent surrounding her chest mixed with the intoxicating aroma of her underarms as she hugged his head.  There was no fatty tissue to bury his face into, and the strength left his legs as she switched from jerking him off with the back of her knee to trapping his cock between her thighs.  Rubbing her panty-clad undercarriage along the spine of his erection, she squeezed her supple thighs as tightly as comfortable around him.  “Hmm~  Do you like that, Master?  You can have any part of my body, I’ve fantasized about it enough that nothing would surprise me.  Please, just give in and we can have fun for eternity.”  Whispering sweetly in his ear, she guided one of his hands to her butt, slipping his fingers under her panties and encouraging him to squeeze.  “I’ll grow up soon.  Just wait and see.  I’ll have a butt squishier than Scheherazade-obachan and boobs bigger than big Artoria-obachan.  So this time, just stay in your room.  Wait for me.  I’ll drown you in madness and strip away your sanity until all you think about is me.”

Unable to even speak, Ritsuka still resisted, holding on with his mental fortitude as she brought him to climax again, causing him to stain her underwear and thighs.  Collapsing into the portal she formed behind him before the momentary darkness robbed him of his sight, she grinned and mouthed just two words: Stop resisting.

- To be continued…