my procrastinating ass is back to share more stories.
A birthday gift for Doomtaker, despite not being a fan of fate he does like arthuria and Gilgamesh and wanted a story of a gender bent king of heroes to gobble up Gilgamesh's waifu. Had fun writing this, but hit a road block for over a month on the ending.

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Arthuria glanced around the empty building, her blue eyes darting for any sign of life. The building was furnished for a party, including an entire buffet table of food, freshly made no less, she could still see the steam rising off some of them.
".......I don't need it. I don't need it. I don't need it!" the saber muttered to herself as she piled food onto a plate. "Damn it," she sighed in defeat.
She shovelled food into her mouth. Bowls of rice vanished in seconds, half a cow's worth of steaks, hamburger steaks, burgers. Countless chickens worth of fried chicken, drum sticks and mini wings. At least three pigs' worth of bacon, pork chops and ribs. Her teeth tore through it all, despite the rabid speed she devoured it all at, she savoured every bite. The soft slightly chewy texture of the steaks, the way the ribs melted off the bone, the sweet sauce that coated the wings. She savoured it all as she wolfed down plate after plate. An entire aquarium's worth of fish found themselves swimming their way down her throat. The rubbery texture of the calamari, the smoky salmon was heavenly, and the rice mixed sweetly with crab. With so much food before her, it was easy for the legendary king of England to forget why she had come to this building in the first place.

BUUUUUUUUUUURB
A noxious belch shook the room as she sent another plate clattering to the floor. She lazily looked over her conquest of food. At least fifty plates lay scattered and stacked, all of which had been piled with food. A tower of bowls was formed out of smaller piles. At least a hundred bowls made up the piles and in turn the tower of bowls. Not even a speck or crumb remained on any of the dishes. Her belch sent the tower crashing down sending bowls flying everywhere along with the many piles of plates.
"That was great. What fool could leave so much food prepared and just leave it to sit?" the king pondered, her hand rubbing her belly, despite the mountains of food she had devoured, only a slight bulge the size of an apple showed any sign of her gluttonous rampage.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!" a repulsive laugh echoed through the room sending a shudder up the glutted king's spine. She spun around, her famed sword Excalibur shimmering into existence in her hand. Her eyes shot from end to end of the room unable to find the owner of the voice.
"COME OUT GILGAMESH!" she called. Her call was answered by golden shimmers illuminating the room. With them came weapons being hurled at great speeds, swords, axes, maces, and even a shield or two were hurled like arrows from a bow. The saber evaded some of the projectiles, but for every one she dodged, two more took its place before it even hit the ground. A shield slammed into her right arm with enough force to shatter bone even for a heroic spirit like herself, her arm fell to her side before she could even cry out in pain. A sword tore through her left knee sending her toppling into a knee as she struggled in vain to block or dodge some of the many weapons. An axe ripped through her left shoulder followed quickly by a dagger.
"Enough of this!" Arthuria screamed, she tried to heave her golden sword above her head charging as much mana as she could into it to blast the smug king of heroes to dust or at least get him to slow his assault. But before she could gather enough to do anything a final shot stuck the blade sending it clattering out of her hands to the other side of the room.

"BWAHAHAHAHA, how beautiful you look on your knees Saber." a voice called. Arhturia knew the voice, for the most part, however, it sounded oddly high, almost feminine.
The clanking of metal drew the king of knights' attention, the metal footsteps were coming from above her. Of course, he'd been up there. She cursed herself for not thinking of that, she'd battled him enough times now, she should have known.
"I hope you like my new look King of knights. I made it just for you." Gilgamesh's voice called still with that oddly feminine ring.
Saber panted for breath, her long blue dress tattered and torn from the battle, her short golden hair dishevelled as her blue eyes glared daggers at where her foe's voice came from. She heard the clank of metal leaping off something, the clinking of it moving through the air. As the legendary first hero of humanity slammed to the ground the British king understood why his voice had sounded different.
"Nooo," she rasped out weakly in disbelief. Gilgamesh rose to his full five-foot-nine height, his golden armour gleaming in the light of the room. Where his golden plate armour once looked bulky and large, it was now slimmer, the chest being the only thing still retaining some bulk to it, in place of the bulk was an exposed belly that showed off the muscular body underneath. His long red cape hanging from his waist reached his ankles as normal. The golden pauldrons were slightly smaller but nothing major. The famed demi-god hero-king Gilgamesh of Babylon stood before her. But it wasn't his armour that dropped Arthuria's jaw, rather it was his appearance, or rather, hers. Gilgamesh was a woman.
"Oh noooo, she's hot," Saber whimpered as images of her many female lovers flashed through her mind. Her wife Gwenever, her sister Morgan even if she didn't like talking about that, her prior master's wife Iresviel, even her enemy the greek witch Medea and the young Rin Tosaka. Saber's body quivered excitedly at the sight. Gilgamesh's golden spiky hair fluttered as she moved, her normally cold red eyes gleamed with a cruel life as they locked on at the injured Arthuria, her pale dark skin lined with red line tattoos.
"How do I look, my dear Saber? I picked this look just for you. I think it looks good, I might keep it." she cackled, her loud obnoxious cocky voice was more breathy now, it almost made her obnoxiousness bearable. Almost.
"How did you do this?" Arthuria stammered.
"Oh? I have many noble phantasms, such as your precious sword Excalibur. I proved that when we met. I have potions of youth, is it so hard to believe I have a potion that changes my gender?" Gilgamesh teased, arthuria could only watch in awe as she sauntered over to her, making sure to sway her hips with every step. Her hand shot out to clasp Arthuria's chin with a cruel grin. "So, Saber, what do you think?" she coed.
"You...you..." the knight couldn't even muster words of anger. She found herself getting lost in her once loathed enemy's eyes. "So...nice,"
"It's refreshing to see you like this Saber. On your knees with a smile, looking at me like the sun. If I'd known changing my body was all it took I would have done this the first time we met." Gilgamesh burst into her trademark obnoxious cackle.
"Even if it is true she is beautiful. I refuse to surrender to her!" Arthuria mentally snarled. Her good arm shot down to grab one of the weapons that had put her in this sorry position. Her armoured hand quickly found one of the discarded gaudy golden weapons Gilgamesh was so proud of. In one quick movement, she grabbed the weapon, an axe that had slammed into her chest, shattering some of her armour when it had struck her and swung it towards her rival. Gilgamesh's movements contrasted Arthuria's as the Babylonian summoned one of her portals with disinterest, only for Excalibur to emerge which she took with a bored yawn. With one hand on the sword, she blocked Saber's desperate strike as if it were nothing. Arthuria put all the strength she had into her good arm, desperate to drive this pain in her neck away. An attempt that failed miserably as Gilgamesh swung her sword down to hook the axe before pulling the two weapons up over Saber's head sending the axe clattering away and the English king toppling down. Arthuria didn't hit the ground, instead, she found herself resting in Gilgamesh's arms.
"If you aren't going to behave, perhaps I'll just have to punish you. But I think I have the perfect way now that you've burned yourself out like that, and I don't have to deal with that holy sword of yours."
Arthuria watched as the Babylonian held out her hand, a golden shimmer dropped a small golden bottle encrusted with jewels into her hand. The king of heroes flicked her thumb into the cap sending it flying off the bottle. Bringing it up to her lips with an evil smile that sent a shudder down Arthuria's spine, she'd known the deranged king long enough to know that look. Gilgamesh slammed back the bottle, and a small trickle of lapis lazuli blue liquid trickled down her chin.
"GAH!" she gasped with a smile, tossing the bottle aside as if it were meaningless. "That has quite the taste, what a splendid appetizer for what's to come."
"What are you babbling about?" the knight groaned.
"You've stuffed your face with food. Now it's my turn to eat, and for my meal, there is nothing more appetizing than you. Helpless, defeated, lost in my body and practically begging to be eaten. I can't wait."

Gilgamesh swung her version of Excalibur down on Arthuria, the holy sword sliced through her armour in one clean swing, sending it all clattering to the ground, followed in turn by her dress. Arthuria shivered as the cold air rushed through the room, sending goose pimples across her body. The only thing covering her body was a pair of white panties with a cartoon lion on the front and a white bra.
"BWAHAHA! What a wonderful view," Gilgamesh cackled. Saber growled in disgust. She leaned over the crippled knight, licking her lips in anticipation. Her jaws opened wider than Arthuria would have ever imagined.
"What are you doing!?" she cried, the Babylonian's jaws snapped around her head, saliva soaked across her face. Her tongue traced across Arthuria's soft face, licking at her cheek to savour the flavour.
"He's eating me!? This is deranged! It's impossible!" her mind screamed, her body in too much pain to fight back. Her body hung limp as her enemy continued consuming her, Gilgamesh's jaws passed over her shoulders, passing over her small breasts. The king of heroes' tongue flicked across the saber's almost flat chest with glee. Her teeth scraped across her body, savouring her toned but still decently soft skin, her muscles providing no help to stave off the Babylonian. Arthuria whimpered weakly as her body was hefted off the ground, she could only yelp in pain as her limp body was dragged off the floor. Gilgamesh threw her head back sending her soon-to-be meal tumbling down her throat more. Arthuria's somehow both muscular yet pudgy stomach slipped past Gilgamesh's lips, her tongue slicked across the creamy flesh that she'd dreamed of doing as she pleased too for so long. An entire decade had been spent dreaming of what she'd do to Saber. Though even she had to admit swallowing her whole hadn't really been one of those thoughts. Rather, it had only popped into the demi god's head moments before she acted on it.
"She tastes so good, her skin is so soft and creamy, she's so helpless, that just makes it even better. Ah, conquering her is even better than I dreamed." Gilgamesh moaned. With most of her body sealed away, Arthuria's body finally regained enough strength to resist the Babylonian's. She threw several wild kicks with the hopes of striking Gilgamesh in the head. To no avail. With her good arm, she tried to throw as many punches as she could despite the confines of the tight stomach she now found herself in. The few weak strikes she could muster were enough to drain the famed knight of her strength, her body slumped back into the stomach once again too weak to move.
"Curse you stupid sexy Gilgamesh." she rasped weakly in defeat.
"What was that Saber?" the king of heroes laughed.
"I said shut up and go to hell!"

"BWHAHAHAHAHA. To think it was so easy to defeat you so utterly my dear little Arthuria. After all these years, I thought this would be harder. Now I'll let you stew in there until you change your mind and accept to become my wife." Gilgamesh laughed, her raucous laugh sending her breasts and belly jiggling with every cackle.
"I did it! I really did it! Saber is all mine! She's in my stomach! She tasted so good, and she was so cute! Her squirms are so cute and feel amazing!" the Babylonian's mind raced, her knees buckling weakly, her legs straining to keep her standing. Her heart jackhammered in her chest so loud it was deafening. Her eyes fluttering wildly, her teeth chattering together, her face blushing brightly.
She tried to hold onto as much of her bravado as she could. With a shaking hand, she reached for a piece of unconsumed cake Saber had missed.
"As fun as that was, I think I need something to chase your taste." she took a bite of the confection. The slice was nothing compared to Arthuria's sweet flavour, it was vile compared to the heavenly taste of her waifu.
"What a pathetic thing. This was enough for you to lower your guard? Such a wretched taste. Hardly deserving of my lips, it might be more fitting for the floor." she tried to laugh, her voice wavered and quivered with each weak cackle.
"HOW DARE YOU! You may be a king and a villain, but you show respect for food! Someone put time into making it, their time, their passion, their love! Food should be savoured and digested. Perhaps that's why you're so woefully skinny. SO FINISH WHAT YOU EAT AND DIGEST YOUR DAMN FOOD INSTEAD OF SPITTING IT UP, YOU FOOL KING!!!" the king of England screamed in rage, flailing her limbs as best she could to strike her captor. Despite her flailing, it was her words that echoed inside Gilgamesh's head, over and over the words repeated. Her head spinning, her heart thundering even louder, her entire body quivered as she stumbled for words.
"A.....as....yo....you...co...com...comand," the demi-god quivered, not with fear but pure and utter adoration and love. To be commanded as if she were just some mere peasant. It exhilarated her. Only the fool of a king that was the famed Arthuria pendragon would have the gall to belittle her, to command the first hero of human history. Gilgamesh could only adore her for it, worship her for it.
"YES, SABER! I WILL SAVOUR ALL MY FOOD AND RELISH IN THE FEELING OF IT DIGESTING!" she screamed to the heavens, throwing her arms wide as she channelled all the mana she had into her stomach to make it powerful enough to digest even a legendary hero. For once Arthuria felt glad that the king had listened to her.
"I WILL EVEN DIGEST YOU, MY BELOVED SABER!" Gilgamesh proclaimed.
Realization dawned on the swordswoman as she remembered where she was. With a sudden jerk of the Babylonian's body, the gut erupted with acids, in only a few seconds the waves of gastric juices reached her chest.
"Wait! This isn't what I meant at all! Spit me out this instant!" she cried weakly. She tried as best she could to struggle but to no avail. Outside the stomach, Gilgamesh was euphoric with lust and joy, every weak kick and punch sending waves of pleasure through the king.
"Amazing. Wonderful. Divine. Yes, struggle and digest. I will adore you to the end my beloved Arthuria. Become the food you so adored, and in turn, I will love you till the end."

Arthuria's body went limp, the acid sloshing through the tight confines of the stomach, softening her body to the point it was only a numb lump of meat. She gasped for breath. Her clothing had been reduced to liquid in less than a minute, and even her armour was long gone. The smell was revolting and only made worse since at her command Gilgamesh had begun wolfing down everything the saber had left in her food rampage. She was surrounded by burgers, hot dogs, cake, salad, entire fruits, mountains of meat and more.
She struggled to lift an arm just to wipe some of the waterfalls of sweat away, only to find there was no arm to use.
"To think this is how I'd go out. Like a fool, defeated at every turn and undone by my own actions." the English king groaned weakly. "Wait...I did it again, didn't I?" she rasped, too weak to curse the irony of her second death. She tried to adjust her body, a stump that had been her right leg shifting into view before sinking back into the searing liquid.
"My own gluttony used against me and sealed my fate. What a sick joke." she rasped with a weak chuckle as she sunk under the waves.

"FUAHAHAHAHA" The bloated Babylonian cackled in between mouthfuls of food "How does it feel to finally be mine Saber?"
The king of Urk crammed her maw full of food. Where once the taste was undeserving of her divine pallet, but now she couldn't stop eating, every bite brought new flavour unlike anything before. She cast plate after plate to the ground as she devoured everything in sight. She barely thought for a moment about what she was eating, all that mattered was that she had to have it.
"Gilgamesh! Where are you?" a booming angry yet monotone voice echoed in her mind.
The king swallowed down the mountain of food she'd been eating before speaking with an annoyed groan.
"What have I told you about bothering me Kirei? I told you I was going to conquer Saber." the blonde woman growled to the voice of her master.
"Should I be congratulating you on your success or deriding you for your failure as you lick your latest wounds?" the voice taunted, much to her annoyance.
"Keep your petty barbs to yourself. Saber is mine," she glanced down to her bloated belly, "albeit not in the way I'd originally planned."
"Well, end your nuptials and come back to the church. You've wasted the night. It seems Shirou's little harem is starting to turn their attention our way. I think it's time to start getting rid of them. Starting with Rin, she's getting too smart for her own good." the cruel monotone voice echoed.
"Do you take me for some mere weak assassin! I am the king of Urk not that worthless Hassan like your first servant. Perhaps call that Irish hound of yours instead." Gilgamesh barked at the sky knowing the priest could hear her.
"I could, but Lancer is getting harder to control, I'd rather you do it. Besides, I figured you'd be excited to deal with that red archer you hate so much."
"As if I'd soil my royal hands dealing with that Tosaka brat and her pet ar..." her words trailed off. Tohsaka...she'd rather grown up since he first met her all those years ago. Tall her a Japanese woman, attractive albeit nowhere near Saber's beauty. Always wearing a tight-fitting red turtle neck and a short skirt, plus with her being a mage she wouldn't be that strong, even by human standards given what Kerei had told the king as Rin's guardian.
Gilgamesh's tongue dragged across her lips. Rin must be incredibly soft and supple, she'd be even more helpless a meal than Arthuria was.
"You know what Kerei, I think I've changed my mind. I'll deal with her, but it will be my own way." she chuckled.
"So be it, just see to it that she and that archer aren't a problem anymore." the cruel flat voice replied with clear surprise.
"While I'm at it, I think I'll deal with that Einzbern girl too, and even rider." the king licked her lips at the thought of all the women taking part in the grail war.
"I think this war just got more fun." Gilgamesh strummed her stomach with a devilish smile, "Thank you, Saber, thanks to you, I have a new appreciation for food, and a new respect for women. FUAHAHAHAHAHA" the Babylonian burst into mad laughter as she departed for the church. She couldn't wait to see Kerei's reaction to her new appearance and gut, that alone would provide her with amusement for the next week, but the prospect of her next meal? Now that had her excited in a way she hadn't been since she was alive.