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Fat/Saber Part 2

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(Fate/Zero)

The confrontation against Caster had not ended in a way that left Saber feeling less self-conscious about her rapid weight gain. Meeting with the large, hulking man that stood in for the Holy Grail War's 'Rider' class didn't serve her any better, either.

Rather than attempt to fight her, the enormous man burst out laughing when he saw Saber for the first time. He couldn't help but poke some fun at how flabby and out of shape she was, poking at her belly with his finger and making the whole thing wobble. He clearly wasn't trying to do this to instigate her, having fun rather than trying to hurt her feelings, although Saber was still flustered nonetheless.

To express his apologies for making her uncomfortable, Rider invited her to get a meal and a few drinks with her. He wanted to win the Holy Grail War as much as any of the other Servants, but he was very interested in getting to talk with Saber. The sword-wielding maiden, though having eaten a 'light' lunch earlier that same day, did not turn down the offer when it was presented to her.

"So tell me, Saber, were you trying to get so large in hopes of meeting me in terms of size? Ha ha ha!"

Unlike Saber, who had recently become both wide and soft, Rider was a very towering figure. Given his origins as a powerful Greek figure, he had a lot of size, and a great deal of muscle, to throw around at his leisure. No Japanese person could hope to match him. Neither could Saber. She was wider than he was, but it was nothing that would be useful in a battle. Saber sighed. She didn't have any retort for that joke of his, either.

The two Servants had convened at a local open-air takoyaki stand and bar. Saber paused in her own eating, of which she had been doing quite a lot, so that she could observe Rider more closely. He was gobbling up the squid balls and guzzling cheap beer like there was no tomorrow. A hot blush crept its way onto Saber's plump cheeks. He was able to keep up Saber's eating pace and still appear so fit and toned! She was actually insanely jealous of him. Oh how she wished she could have both of those things.

Saber couldn't keep lying to herself anymore. If she had been able to get away with stuffing herself as much as she pleased, she would have done so in a heartbeat. The only honestly troublesome part about overeating was how fat it made her afterwards. She loved food and she wasn't going to say that that wasn't the case.

But by God, though, did her love make her fat. At her current girth, walking around for a lengthy period of time was enough to make her start wheezing in exhaustion. She had yet to cross paths with either Lancer or Caster again, so this slow period in between fighting had caused her to gain more weight again. On her person right now she wore the biggest suit that the tailor was capable of making for her. It was already ill-fitting.

"I didn't try to gain this sort of weight to match you. It was a genuine accident that things went this way." Saber mumbled under her breath.

"Is that so? You were so comfortable living in this new century that you couldn't help but let yourself go?"

"I..." Saber puffed out her cheeks. That was too much the truth that she couldn't say a word. Rider beamed at her.

"No matter! No matter!" Rider laughed out loud. He slapped his large hand several times into Saber's back, causing her gut to jiggle every time. It forced out a small belch from the blonde's throat too.

"You know, I honestly can't blame you one bit! I mean, I wouldn't do it myself, but I can understand why someone else might! Truly, this is quite the amazing world! Who would have imagined that mankind would come so far and develop so much? Back when I was alive, or even when you were alive, we didn't have a modicum of what the people of now possess at their fingertips! Like computers! And cars! By the Gods, have you seen those? And what about those stores full of books? There are books about ME and MY LIFE in there! Imagine! It's not exactly as accurate as the truth, but it's still pretty close! It's incredible!"

Saber sighed. She took another deep sip of her drink. The cold alcohol was harsh on her throat, but she liked it. "Rider, are you not at all worried about how this world might change you? Or maybe perhaps how you might change it?"

Rider shook his head.

"No, because I think I am steadfast enough in my own convictions on how I wish to live. There's nothing wrong with that. I enjoy battle and I will participate in this war until it's through! I am a little worried about YOU, though. You've already eaten two and a half plates of takoyaki before we'd even finished drinking our beers. I mean, I've eaten the same amount, but you really need to slow down."

Saber gasped out loud, causing some takoyaki crumbs to roll down her double-chin. Had she really eaten that much? She looked down at the counter and saw the stack of dirty plates. This act of gluttony was something that came to her so naturally now, she never thought about how often she did it. Ashamed with her own behavior, Saber pushed the plate away. She wanted to keep eating, but those were her base desires talking. If she kept giving into her base desires, she would turn into a truly hopeless and helpless butterball.

Rider, however, wasn't amused. He grabbed that same plate and pushed it back in front of Saber again.

"Alright, I was teasing you before, but that doesn't mean you have to avoid eating! We're here discussing things as fellow Servants, not as enemies! Besides, these 'takoyaki' are damn good! You shouldn't let them go to waste, Saber!"

Saber certainly didn't wish to insult the chef working so hard for them. She downed several more takoyaki and some beer. She did it again, and again, and eventually everything on her plate disappeared into her tightening tummy. Saber burped so hard that her cheeks bulged. Rider laughed it off, waving his empty mug overhead like a weapon.

"Alright! You ate everything! I knew you could do it! Hey! The night is still young! Anywhere else you'd like to go? I would not mind 'conquering' this city myself! Ha ha ha!”

Saber, deeply caught between disdain for her gluttony and satisfaction from having such a delicious meal, could not help herself from scowling at him. "...You really just do whatever you want without a thought about how others feel, do you?"

"Hmm? What do you mean about that?"

In the end, Saber did not take up Rider's second offer. Even she had to stop for a while and take a breather so that her stomach could rest and digest. Her stomach might have had a great capacity, but it was a capacity that could still be filled.

Have a good night, Saber! Hopefully this meal of ours will keep you from getting yourself a midnight snack tonight!” Rider laughed another hearty laugh before the two of them took leave.

Saber didn't think his jokes were fun at all. She ended up having a midnight snack anyway.


Berserker was one of the most dangerous Servants in the War. Having been gifted with extraordinary power at the cost of his own sanity, the Berserker's identity was unknown to all and it did not seem like he even knew how to speak beyond screams and grunts. When the two of them ended up in confrontation, Saber was admittedly at a loss. She had no means in which to defeat someone of Berserker's caliber. Her Noble Phantasm might be able to blow him away, but using it wasn't something she desired to do. Her current swordplay skills were...decidedly lacking these days, after all. She wouldn't be able to beat him in a proper fight. It was physically painful for her to have to admit to that.

"I...I thought I could fight, but..."

Saber was out of breath already. She'd yet to swing her blade even once.

Saber's body was heavier, bulkier and all-around more out of shape than it had ever been prior. Her gluttony had truly gone out of control. Her stomach protruded far and it dangled just as much in front of her. It was a 'belly apron' that she had to adjust periodically to keep it from interfering with her daily life. She must have weighed over 330 pounds by this point, more than likely even greater than that. She didn't know for sure, and that was because Saber avoided scales like they carried the plague.

From her plump face to her no-longer-meager chest. From her flabby bottom to that shuddering globe that was supposed to be her abdomen. Saber was as fat as could be. To think that she had once been so fit. To think that she had once been a brave and heroic king of Britain. Her favorite black suit was basically a mockery of its old self. The buttons were ready to take flight, the jacket covered in all sorts of stains from sweet and savory foodstuffs, and the pants had started to rip around the back. Saber looked like a mess at all times. There was no avoiding it.

When she switched into her armor, Saber was forced to deal with her circulation being cut off in multiple places. It was bad on the sides, the front, the back, and around her arms, where her gooey bingo-wings jostled so wildly for all to see and gawk at. Her muscles had all but disappeared entirely. She could count more rolls of back-fat on her body than she could spot indentations of abs. She had some very luscious buttocks, shapely big things that had actually broken her chair last night. She fell straight to the floor in front of Kiritsugu and the others.

In any case, though Kiritsugu continued to depend on her, Saber didn't know if she could depend on HERSELF. After facing Caster she thought things would turn around for her, that she would be able to start fighting again like she wanted. Sadly, that plan could not take fruition when she was still making herself grow more rotund by the day.

Beserker, however, did not attack this butterball of a woman in front of him. Instead, he turned his back to her and walked away. Saber blinked, her puffy face drenched in a cold sweat. Why would he stop so spontaneously? What was his aim, if he had any at all? Was this a trap? Did Berserker intend to suddenly turn around and strike when her guard was down? Where was he going?

None of these questions were answered. Berserker simply departed from the scene, leaving Saber as fat and baffled as she had ever been. She never realized that the reason Berserker had chose not to fight was because he had been disappointed. He had been disappointed by the king he had sworn his life and loyalty to in another lifetime.


The Archer of this Holy Grail War, the gold-clad narcissist Gilgamesh, was the final opposing Servant to pay Saber a personal visit. He also was, however, the very last person that Saber ever wanted to come into contact with. Even sharing the same air as him made her more nauseous than having to wait between lunch and dinner for a meal.

Gilgamesh was truly the epitome of narcissism. He was a living, breathing piece of shit who couldn't get enough of himself. It was bad enough that he claimed he was a king even in the modern century, but he refused to believe that any man or woman, whether from the past or in the present, could potentially match him in terms of greatness. Gilgamesh went so far as to proclaim he was already the victor of the Holy Grail War before it had ended. He didn't try to hide his true identity from Saber because he wanted her trust, but really, he thrived for any opportunity to show off his identity. He called everyone a 'mongrel', a 'worm' or a 'mutt'. Worst of it all, the thing that truly gave Saber a migraine to think about, was that Gilgamesh possessed enough power to back up his claims of superiority. He was one of the strongest Servants currently fighting.

Though Rider and Lancer had been fairly polite (for what it was worth) to Saber as she developed into more and more of a portly figure, Archer did not have any reason to hold his tongue. Saber was already at what might have been her peak, an unbelievably rotund 360-plus pounds. As soon as Gilgamesh saw her, he immediately burst into a fit of laughter so intense that he started crying too. He jabbed his gloved index finger at her jowls, her double-chin, her chest, her hefty belly, and her thunder thighs, laughing it up all the while.

"Look at you! Just look at you! My goodness! Ha ha ha ha ha! I can't believe it! You look just like any swine worth putting up for slaughter! Ha ha ha ha ha!”

Be silent!” Saber barked back at him.

Gilgamesh stopped laughing, but he possessed such an unsettling smirk. “Your belly reminds me of the roasted hogs that my men and I would dine on to celebrate a battle well-fought. Hmm, did you perhaps which to SERVE yourself to me, so you made yourself a more worthwhile 'offering'?”

"If you continue to imply such things about me, I will...!” Saber summoned her invisible blade. She could barely swing it once without getting out of breath, but she wasn't going to let this man imply such things about her that were never remotely true to begin with.

"Aw, what's that? Is the piggy squealing now? I can't understand the grunts and snorts of a swine! Try and use human language, if you're smart enough to do so!"

Damn you!” Saber barked.

Gilgamesh sighed and shook his head. Now he was no longer laughing. In fact, he seemed to be rather annoyed with the sight in front of him. Now that he was done mocking her, it was about time that he started really laying down what was wrong with this woman.

"You really let yourself go like this? Really? A warrior of your stature? Did you even forget why you're here, oh great and mighty Saber? You're here to fight in the Holy Grail War and obtain your dearest wish! You would really jeopardize something so precious for the sake of a few steaks and a couple of baked potatoes? My God, that is revoltingly pathetic! It's funny, but it's also obnoxiously pitiful!"

"...I was just hungry..." Saber huffed. She really couldn't think of a better way to explain it.

"Just hungry, eh? You were so hungry that you would let yourself turn into a ball of meat with limbs attached?"

Gilgamesh extended his hand so that he could grab hold of the woman's belly. Saber tried to cut at his approaching arm, but she wasn't exactly as capable as she might have been in the past. Her stomach was already peeking out from underneath her silver chest-plate. It was totally in the open, exposed and available for Gilgamesh to fondle against its owner's wishes. Saber's protests were left caught in her throat when she felt the bastard's palm push into her corpulent tummy. Gilgamesh's obnoxious grin quickly faded away as he started to examine Saber's stomach for all that it was worth. He clutched it, squeezed it, and dug his fingers right deep into it. He pulled it as hard as he could, but he also made it slide left to right too. Her fat was as easy to contort and control as mud, but it was softer than sand.

Saber tried to bash in Gilgamesh's face with her sword's hilt, her anger overriding her sense of warrior's pride just this one time. Gilgamesh had to do nothing more than bend his head back slightly to avoid being struck. He had barely avoided it, though, as his concentration was all but taken up solely by the gut he was currently fondling. He was far more...intrigued...by Saber's distended, well-fed stomach than he had anticipated.

"This is unprecedented."

Huh?”

Your belly baffles me, Saber.”

L-Let go of me!”

Saber didn't have another second of patience for this man. She grabbed him by his wrist and forcibly tore his hand away from her gut. She slapped him across the face along with it.

"Keep your hand off of me! You are a disgrace of a king! A real king would show respect! A real king would CARE! You only care about yourself!"

Gilgamesh dismissively sniffed in response to her words. Instead, he stared down at his open palm, the one that had been touching Saber's belly a split-second ago. Warmth wafted off of its surface. Then he looked over at Saber again. He was unhappy, clearly. Saber sighed out loud and shook her head. Someone like Gilgamesh would never understand her. As she started to turn around to leave, her big belly swung rather precariously in front of her. Everything about her was wobbling. Gilgamesh made another reach. This time, he grabbed Saber's wrist. It might have been done in response to her touching HIS wrist, but there was more to it than that.

"You need to stop right there, Saber!"

"What do you think you're doing? Let me go!" Saber shouted back at him.

Gilgamesh did not break his gaze with Saber's as he spoke to her. "Saber, I want you to become my wife."

Saber's jaw dropped. If it could have, it would have fallen all the way to her feet, or maybe it would have ended up bumping against her gut first. "What did you just say to me?"

"If you become my wife, then you will never have to raise a single one of those pudgy little fingers of yours ever again! You could have everything you will ever want after the uttering of but a single word! Wouldn't that be the perfect sort of life for a human pig like yourself? Wouldn't you want something like that?"

"Are you trying to court me or are you trying to mock me? I will not stand for either! I want nothing to do with you at all! Leave me be, Gilgamesh!"

"So you think you can defy me? Is that what you believe, you hog? Then why don't you continue trying! That is, unless you really think you can fight against me while in such a pathetic state? Look at how much you jiggle! Your arms shake every time you move them! Your face is so soft and portly, looking more used to stuffing your face rather than fending for your life! Your stomach is...it's...well, it certainly has no abs present on it! Why even bother fighting against me? Why not just lay down and accept the comfortable position I'm offering you?"

It would have been exceptionally satisfactory to kick Gilgamesh straight in the teeth. Sadly, Saber could not hope to lift her leg quite that high. In fact, she could barely raise either of her legs at all. She had gained so much weight during the Holy Grail War and now she was at her biggest weight yet. Gilgamesh wasn't wrong when he compared her to a swine, honestly. She was soft, she was flabby, she was weak, and that was already very discouraging. However, to have Gilgamesh speak to her in such a rude fashion, it did her no favors. Saber started to raise her sword, but Gilgamesh stopped it by grabbing at the invisible blade with his own hand.

You're going to continue playing out as a defiant little porker to the end, eh?”

Saber grimaced. She yanked her sword away from Gilgamesh. No, she wasn't going to be a 'defiant little porker'. She was a warrior, she was a king, and she wasn't going to let herself be taken advantage of.

"Hey now, what's going on here, you two?"

The intruder who managed to stop these two from killing each other was the ever boisterous Rider. With a stupendous grin on his face and a chuckle in his throat, the large man produced an enormous jug of wine. He didn't seem interested in fighting or taking out his opponents while they were at odds with each other. He had always been rather friendly, or at least he took an interest in those he respected.

"I think instead of fighting, we should sit and share a drink today! We can discuss our histories, our victories, our hopes for this war! Maybe we can see if we can come to some sort of agreement about all of this! What do you say to that?"

Saber and Gilgamesh ultimately agreed to Rider's offer, even with some personal reservations getting in the way. If the peace could not be kept, there was no point to the temporary cease-fire, so it was a fortunate thing that Rider was strong enough to make it happen.

Rider and Gilgamesh did most of the chatting, however. They had a lot to discuss on what they believed a 'king' was, what a 'king' should be, and how they themselves stacked up to the very ideals that they upheld ever day. Throughout that entire time, Saber kept herself quiet. She wished to learn from these two. As much as she despised one of them and felt troubled by the other, they were both wiser and older than she, so they could potentially teach her.

Still, Saber's belly couldn't help from getting its owner in a spot of trouble anyway.

Whenever the two men weren't pouring themselves their drinks, Saber would ever so discreetly help herself instead. She would gulp down her entire cup in one shot, only to find herself suddenly hankering for more. Saber wasn't actually a huge drinker, but she knew a good drink when she tasted one. This wine of Rider's was definitely one hell of a good drink. It made her hanker for some nice filet mignon and pasta to eat on the side. Now that her appetite was rearing its ugly, pudgy head, the only way to calm it was for Saber to keep drinking more and more.

Gilgamesh and Rider were so occupied in their argument that they never noticed a thing.

Saber was the first one to realize that she had drank too much as she slurped the final few drips from the container itself. Saber slowly placed the jug down, having to reach over her distended and painfully bloated abdomen to do so.

Oooh...”

Hmm? Are you alright, Saber? What's wrong?”

Saber burped in front of the two men. Her stomach was so wide and full that she had to spread her legs to let it lay down. Saber tried to lift it up, but it was too heavy. Her head was spinning, the alcohol having already begun to have its side-effects on her. She didn't used to think she was easy to intoxicate, but this had been some pretty strong stuff Rider brought to their spontaneous little party. Saber burped again, and again, and again, her belly heaving every time that she did. Finally, she collapsed backwards and passed out on the floor. She had consumed far more than the recommended dosage.

"Oh. Damn. I guess she's weak around alcohol too, eh?" Rider smirked.

"Bwa ha ha ha ha! By the Gods! I did not expect her to be THIS pathetic! Ah, I hope I can take her home with me before she stirs." Gilgamesh cackled out loud.

Rider might have been a conqueror himself, but trying to conquer Saber seemed like a quest that would end with one's own genitals being separated from their body. "I don't think that'd be a very good idea, Gilgamesh. I'd recommend against it. For plenty of reasons."

They dropped her off home a little while later. Kiritsugu had a hell of a time dragging her back inside. It was like trying to pull a sack filled with bricks across the floor.


The Assassin observed his target quietly and cautiously, wielding the shadows around him as his source of cover.

Saber sat alone in her booth at the local cafe. What sat in front of her was what could only be described as a personal buffet, a series of meals that she intended to consume by herself one after another. Her belly pushed so deeply into the table that it folded over and under it. It was uncomfortable, but she was too lazy to try and fix it. No booth in this entire world was wide enough for someone of her prodigious girth, after all.

After that booze-laden get-together with Rider and Gilgamesh, Saber had basically gone and turned a new leaf. That is to say, she was no longer restraining herself when it came to her common fits of gluttony. Another few dozen pounds had put on her on the scale of obesity that almost all of Japan had yet to ever experience, making her one of the heaviest women in the country. She was a butterball, a round sphere of fat with a head, arms and legs. Saber didn't so much wield her blade to fight enemies as she used it to slice her hams or butter her biscuits. Her favorite suit was left popped open at all times. The buttons were so strained that they had popped off many times, having to be sewn back on again and again.

Saber's sleeves creaked as she moved her massive arms to grab the latest dish. She used fingers thicker than sausages to lift a delectable fried drumstick off of the plate. With a groan and a moan, Saber chewed into the breaded skin, taking a nice chunk of meat along with it.

Mmmph...so good~!”

Once, Saber had thought she had some chance of fighting in spite of her portliness. That was now a definite lie. She couldn't hope to win another battle even if she tried with all of her might. She had let herself sink too deep into the abyss of decadence to be able to climb out of it again. Part of her was aware of all of that, but she still didn't try to change anything about it either. Food was so good, it was so tempting, it was so...so addictive. Kiritsugu let her continue to eat herself into a blob-like state. Irisveil and Maiya basically served to encourage her. There was no turning around from this anymore.

Saber scarfed down more food, her chins and jowls wobbling furiously with every hungry chomp. She was locked in her own personal heaven.

The Assassin chose to back away from this potential fight. He would report to his Master about what he'd seen, but otherwise, there was no point in starting a confrontation. The hero that represented the Saber class was no threat to anyone.

Hmm?”

Saber looked up, a steak fry dangling from between her lips. She had thought that she had sensed the presence of another Servant just now. However, she did not continue to pick up anything of note, so she resumed eating. Nothing else proceeded to trouble her for the rest of the meal.

When Saber returned to the mansion, she came across Maiya, who was taking a breather outside before having to eat another one of Irisveil's dishes. She looked absolutely huge, as big as Saber did, but she had more of an hourglass shape going on compared to Saber's apple. Maiya tried not to look at Saber too closely as she tugged on her chest. Her bra was really digging into her back and her pants were basically cutting off all available circulation. Saber wished she could have said she felt bad for Maiya, but really, she was truly thankful for her. If Maiya hadn't become Irisveil's new taste-tester, Saber would have probably been even BIGGER than she already was. Of course, there were times where Saber still sneaked herself some of her Master's wife's cooking anyway, but that wasn't something to worry about right now.

Maiya.”

Saber.”

The two of them acknowledged each other with few words and very curt nods. Saber threw open the door and turned sideways, needing to do so to be able to fit her enormity through the door-frame without cracking it in half. Maiya burped into her fist. That seemed to be the end of their interaction. However, both of their bellies began to growl. A low, bubbling growl, one that indicated a desire to be filled. Their chubby cheeks grew equally red in response.

Giving into their guts' demands almost immediately, Saber and Maiya quietly waddled their big bums back inside of the mansion. It would be eating time soon again. Irisveil was making homemade pizza tonight and they were looking forward to it.

Part 1:  Fat/Saber Part 1(Fate/Zero)
"Hmm?"
Kiritsugu stopped himself short, freezing in place as his sole came into contact with the carpeted floor. He turned his head so as to cast a quick sideways glance over his shoulder. He allowed his eyes to trail after the retreating back of his Servant. One of the 'Saber' class, during her mortal life she had been a legendary King of Britain. What bothered him right now wasn't how she had barely acknowledged his presence. She didn't seem to appreciate the way he conducted eliminating his adversaries, claiming that it had 'no pride to it at all'. They were only working together for the sake of obtaining the Grail. Kiritsugu knew that full well too, so he had nothing to complain about. He would talk to Saber when he felt like he needed to talk to her, that was all.
Yet right now, and it happened so suddenly without any prior warning, something about Saber seemed terribly off.
Somehow he had failed to notice it in the first second and a half. It was a plate of strawberry


The second half of this fun little Fate/Zero story staring a Saber that truly let herself go in the modern age. Featuring some more scenes of her interacting with the other Servants, it is mostly about Saber getting bigger and bigger and how the other participants in the war aren't really able to take her seriously anymore. There probably won't be a 3rd part to this particular story. However, please let me know what you think nonetheless, and comment/fave if you can too! Thank you so much!

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Excelent chapter once again! I wasn't expecting this story to end this way, but I like that.
Sad to see this end so soon, but i won't complain, this feels like an excelent ending to this small series overall :^D
Any chance of you making more Fate/ series themed works in the future? I'll be eager to see more from you!