[Warning: contains vore]

     "Wait, what is 'flying buttress' meaning?"

    Petra glanced at her tactics textbook in confusion, then reached across her desk to pull out her handy dictionary yet again. Even though she still had trouble with Fódlan's language, she knew that as the future leader of Brigid she couldn't pass up an opportunity to learn. That, and her loudly growling stomach were currently the two biggest roadblocks for the foreign princess.

    "Ugh, I wish I could be eating a second meal with the Professor..."

    Petra's musings and quest for translation was interrupted by a sudden, frantic knocking on her room's door. She quickly got up and rushed to answer it, sensing the urgency in the knocks.

    "Oh thank the Goddess you're in here! Bernie's really gone and done it now!" Bernadetta whined.

    "What is happening? Is the monastery being put under an attack?" Petra asked.

    "No, but I am!" Bernadetta suddenly grabbed Petra by the collar of her outfit, "The Professor said that she had something serious to talk to me about, which can only mean one thing! I've finally made her mad enough to kick me out of her class! Or the monastery! Or she's finally ready to just put me down like the wild trash beast I am! I ran away as fast as I could, but she's hot on my trail! You gotta hide me Petra, you're my only hope!"

    "Um... there are not many places to be hiding in my room..." Petra said, too overwhelmed and hungry to doubt Bernadetta's ramblings.
    
    "She'll be here any second! Please! I'll do anything! Anything! Bernie's too young to die!" Bernadetta pleaded.

    For some strange reason, a combination of hunger and Bernie's begging sparked an unusual idea in Petra's mind.

    "...Anything?" Petra asked.

    Bernie's eyes lit up, "Yes, anything!"

    Petra licked her lips. "Remember when I had told you before that you are reminding me of prey?"

    "Uhh, y-yeah?"

    Without any further hesitation, Petra stretched her mouth as wide as possible and lunged at Bernadetta. Much to Bernie's surprise, her entire head was suddenly engulfed in the hot, wet confines of Petra's mouth, and things didn't stop there. Wasting not a second, Petra scarfed Bernadetta down, her mouth and throat stretching like a snake's to swallow the anxious archer whole. Bernie hardly even realized what had happened before she was tucked snugly inside Petra's bulging gut.

    "...D-Did... I just get eaten?" Bernadetta timidly asked, hardly believing the situation.

    Petra belched, then responded, "Yes."

    "...Wow. Out of the all the ways I pictured I'd die, I never thought it would be getting swallowed whole by a classmate."

    "Do not be worrying, it is a secret Brigid technique. You have soundness and safety inside of me! Now have quietness, the Professor is coming!" Petra patted her belly to calm her newly acquired meal, then greeted Professor Byleth.

    Byleth and Petra had a brief but pleasant exchange about what was going on that month. As it turned out, Byleth merely wanted to update Bernadetta's goals for the month. After the chat, the eccentric professor asked Petra if she had lost an assortment of various random items, offered her 7 daffodils, then sprinted away without saying another word.

    Bernadetta was finally able to relax, despite still being scrunched up inside a dark stomach. "Phew! Glad that's over!" 

    "She did not even ask about my stomach..." Petra observed with a tone of utter disbelief.

    "Who cares! I'm just glad I'm not toast!" Bernie cheered.

    "You may be food right now, but you are not hot bread..." 

    "Ah, it's a figure of speech."

    "I am fearing that I will never adjust to Fódlan's speakers and their figures," Petra thought aloud. "Anyway, are you wanting me to let you out now?"

    There was a long pause before Bernie's response. "...A-Actually, it's... kinda nice. Sure, it's cramped, and wet, and dark, and I don't think I've fully grasped the strangeness or the implications, but somehow... it's pretty cozy. I feel like I could fall asleep in here."

    Petra giggled, "It is feeling cozy for me too. You have made my hunger go away very nicely!" Petra waddled her oversized belly over to her bed as she spoke, gently setting herself down on top of it. "I am feeling like I could go to sleep too..."

    And with that, the overworked princess of Brigid quickly fell into a sound slumber.

    A few hours later, Petra awoke.

    "Aaaah, such a wonderful nap!" she said, sitting up and stretching her arms, "Though I am feeling like there is something I am forgetting-"

    Petra suddenly stopped, looking down and feeling the newly added layer of chub on her stomach.

    "Oops..." Petra grimaced.

    "H-h-hey Petra..." Bernadetta's voice came into Petra's thoughts, as though they were two minds inhabiting the same body. In truth, it was more like Bernie was the one encroaching on Petra's body: Petra's stomach had completely digested Bernadetta, converting every aspect of her, including her consciousness, into extra mass on Petra's body. Apparently Bernie was most reminiscent of junk food, because most of the mass that Petra gained was in her thighs and butt.

    Petra felt her newly enhanced ass and legs. "Bernadetta! Are you alright?"

    "Y-yeah," Bernie's inner voice practically purred, "Bernie's doin' amaaaazing!"

    Petra couldn't help but chuckle. It was evident that despite Bernadetta being melted down and turned into body fat, she was in such utter bliss that she could hardly think straight.

    "If that is the case, then I think you will be coming with me until I am finding time to get you fixed," Petra smirked and gave her own butt a light smack. As she stood up from her bed, she could feel Bernie shiver with pleasure all across her body, and looked forward to having some company for the day ahead.