[Corruption, Weight Gain, Memory Alteration]

"Servant. Saber. I ask of thee, are you my Master?"

"Try lover. But you're a little too... Mmmm... How do I put it?"

"Pardon?"

Artoria Pendragon. The Saber-class Servant that had been through a couple of different types of Holy Grail Wars during her time contracted to the Throne of Heroes. She thought that she had seen it all. Whether it was cheating Masters that didn't wish to let her reach the Grail, or those that were utterly green behind the ears. But this one was different. This one was brazen and cloaked so badly that she could barely see his figure. Who exactly had managed to summon her..?

"Oh, you're probably confused, aren't you?" The cloaked summoner grinned, his teeth barely visible amongst the darkness that wrapped around him. "This isn't your everyday Holy Grail War. It's a war dedicated to crowning the Titanic Tyrant. And you're very definitely a good candidate, but there's just something about you that doesn't really work."

Titanic Tyrant. That wasn't something she had agreed upon. "I do not know what this war is, but if it is not for the Holy Grail, then it is not a war I need concern myself with. Please send me back and summon a different Servant." Artoria said as she pulled forth her bla-

Her eyes widened. Where was Excalibur? Where was it? She was sure she had it, it was always at her side due to the circumstances of her registration in the Throne of Heroes. So why couldn't she pull it forth? Had her summoner done something?

"Oh, it's still for the grail. It's just the bonus that you'll be happy to have once you're on top of all the other tyrants, my dear." The summoner giggled, all while rubbing his hands together. "But I've figured it out. You've forgotten all about that tyranny you've been a part of! That's why you don't feel right! Don't you worry, I'll make you remember. So you can be the best tyrant, and the best lover too!"

Artoria narrowed her eyes as she listened to this man. She didn't like that he made her out to be her lover. Nor did she like the insinuation that she had been a tyrant. "You must be mistaken. I have been a fair and just ruler. Ruling to protect Britain from those that might wish to bring it to harm. Whether that was my sister or somebody just as wicked."

"Ruling to protect definitely isn't what a tyrant does. But don't you worry, I'll help you remember. Here, how about a little snack to remember through?" The summoner laughed as he stuffed his hand into his sleeve, only to pull out an incredibly greasy looking hamburger. Something utterly unhealthy, and yet the perfect food for his future tyrant.

Artoria's eyes started to blink as she looked upon that burger. It was so greasy that she could feel her body trembling. She could feel her mouth watering. What was with this food? She seemed to have seen it before, one of the times she had been summoned. So why was it so alluring now..?

As she tried to grab it, the summoner kept it slightly out of her reach. All so he could spin his web of lies that would slowly entangle her mind. "This is just like the feasts you held for yourself when you were a tyrant, dear. You forced your peasants to gather all the food, you forced them to cook feast after feast for you, without as much as a single bit of thanks. That was what you did, and the peasants of today make these burgers to celebrate tyrants like you. Mass producing feasts in such compact forms!"

The Servant almost understood that it was wrong. But the hunger pulling at her, the sight of that delicious burger, it was making it hard for her to think straight. So much so that when it was finally pushed straight into her mouth, the memories of being a good king were quickly eroding. Of course she made the peasants cook all sorts of indulgent feasts for her. She was a King, after all. She didn't care what they thought, as long as she was satisfied...

It wasn't just her mind that was being affected by this change to her memory. No, her body was experiencing quite the change as well. The more she ate, the less her armor started to cover. In fact, the armor burst off her body and revealed something that she had been trying to look for. The Excalibur, printed right across her belly.

Of course, as the 'Tyrant' continued to pig out on the burger that had lured her into thinking that she had been a much crueler woman, her stomach slowly but surely started to push out. It wasn't quite so big just yet. Just pushing out far enough that she would have trouble fitting in any chair...

Artoria blinked as soon as she started sucking her fingers free from grease, panting and gasping as she looked at herself. She knew something was wrong. Not just because of the tattoo on her belly, but the belly itself was enough to bring her pause. "I... Was I truly a Tyrant..?" She muttered, knowing that it couldn't be right. She had been... She had actually hidden herself away, she couldn't be a Tyrant that showed off her body like this if she was so...

"Of course you were, dear." The summoner grinned as he gave that big belly a rough squeezing, licking his lips as he planted a kiss right on her cheek. "You willingly showed off your big flabby body to the Kingdom. Showing how little you cared for your citizens by making them more and more fuel for this." He panted and gasped, all while he trembled a little as his fingers dug deeper into that flabby mass. He was enjoying it way too much. Enjoying the sheer sensation of somebody this fat and dominant too much...

The stimulus to her belly was adding to the haze inside Artoria's mind. She felt like all of what she was being told was wrong. But at the same time, the arousal that was piling on and on as she was being teased felt so right. Of course she would show off her body to the world. Of course she would show off that she was the fattest woman in the entire kingdom. Her citizens, her peasants, they only existed to spectate and behold her glory. Everything else was secondary. Nothing but her mattered. That was what it meant to be a Tyrant like her...

As she accepted this role of being a Tyrant more and more, her belly grew outward. While it had made her look pregnant and made it difficult to sit down just moments ago, it quickly doubled, no, tripled in size as the rest of her body grew just as thick. Whether it was her thick thighs that would now be able to destroy a man's head between them with ease, or her flabby arms. Every little part of her body now oozed fat.. But that meant that she was oozing with fat. Especially as the Excalibur printed on her stomach grew bigger and stronger, radiating with tyrannical energy.

Just thinking about her tyrannical acts was enough to make black eyeshadow appear around her eyes. It brought attention towards her eyes, and the little emotion within them. She cared about very few people in this world. Only her and her loved ones truly mattered. And those that didn't worship her, even if they were the ones that she loved... They mattered absolutely little.

To go with this shadowed look on her face and the growing distaste for anybody but herself, the clothes on her body... Or rather, the lack of htem, started to shift ever slightly. She wanted to look like she was showing off. Which was why several golden chains started to connect between her tits, tyrannical energy bursting through the chain as Artoria laughed from the depths of her twisted heart. It wasn't just from one nipple to the other either, as another chain started to extend and reach into her navel, connecting to a pin-like object sheathed within that flab.

It felt so good to give into these urges. And yet, Artoria's heroic heart was having trouble coming to terms with this development. It felt right, and yet felt so wrong at the same time. "Y-You're tricking me. T-There's no way that I would do something like that. I hid my gender, I hid it all to make sure that I could rule as a good King. Y-You can't make me forget that..."

The summoner's eyes was a little sparkly as he heard her struggle so much against what he was teaching her. "You really believe in all of that hogwash? You were the worst of the worst, Lardtoria! The worst that wanted to make all fall before her belly! The worst that would crush her enemies and force them to worship her like another peasant! That was who you were, and that's the Tyrant that I love!"

To seal the deal and make sure that his lies and rewritten history was sinking in properly, he reached across that belly as much as he could, even as his cock pressed up against the pin in the Tyrant's belly, before pressing his lips right up against hers and pouring all of his twisted and corrupted love right into her.

Artoria... No, Lardtoria's eyes widened as her mind was immediately tossed for a loop. This love that was pouring into her felt genuine, despite the fact that she knew it was utterly toxic and fake. She knew that it was wrong, but it felt so right. It felt right to give into it and believe that it was the truth and nothing but the truth. She wanted it to be the truth, that was why she felt like this So why was it bad if she thought it was the truth..?

Her body trembled all over as she let out one powerful and sensual moan, her body trembling as her skin started to turn nice and dark. As dark as the cruelest Tyrant needed to be. After all, if she was showering in the sun's blessed rays and taking them all upon herself, she would naturally be nice and tan to go with her wicked heart...

While Lardtoria's body darkened, the chains that connected her tits with her stomach darkened just the same. Growing spiky just like her personality, all while that pin in her bellybutton shifted and sunk deeper and deeper while her belly pushed more and more outward. All until it started looking like a seal upon a wicked blade... Which matched the blade printed on her belly. This was where she sheathed the sword that had selected her as King, because she didn't need to treat it as anything less than trash.

She was big before. She could take up an entire couch all by herself. But as her flabby tanned body pushed out a bit more... She could now be used as a couch, if not a bed for one person and one person alone. Only that man who had kissed her was allowed to rest upon her enormous flab. That man had reminder her what she truly was. A Tyrant..! A Tyrant who embodied everything about her name!

"Hahaha! I thank you, lover!" Lardtoria shouted and laughed, all while her hands squeezed into her stomach as she grinned with pride. "Now, you said something about this being a war for the true Titanic Tyrant, yes? Then I'll make sure to crush them all underneath me, while you watch. Just as any good lover should, offering devotion and support for your loving Tyrant!"

The summoner smiled from ear to ear. He had managed to bag the best Tyrant of them all. All the others hadn't yet summoned theirs, but there was no way that they'd make theirs just as big as Lardtoria. Nor as dominant or overpowering...

Victory in the Titanic Tyrant War was going to be theirs.