The wind emits a series of whistles as you enter yet another corridor; you fumble with your jacket zipper as you continue your investigation. You observe the elaborate carvings on the nearby doors and ceilings as you continue trekking forward.
"So uncle Lucas loved the Renaissance era" a sad smile creases your lips as you try in vain to remember your uncle; with a sigh you divert your attention to your side and spot a large set of double doors. "What do we have here?" you inquire as you grab the elaborate handle and tug the door open; inside was a vast collection of shelves filled to the brim with books. Spiral staircases lead to a second and even third floor with shelves so large that one couldn't conquer one without a ladder.
"I think I have found paradise" your knees almost buckle as you try to decide where to begin. With much haste you head towards a nearby shelf and begin to browse its contents, perhaps living here won't be so bad.
"These are all first editions" you marvel as you try your best to avoid smudging the pages "Uncle Lucas had some strange tastes though, these are all books on myths and legends." You speed read through a couple of books before returning them to their rightful places; you climb back down the ladder and turn around to find a pissed off Anya.
"The master did not have weird tastes" she quipped as you shrunk back in fear "There are many practical uses for such knowledge" you could only nod in agreement as she rambled on in anger. "This was Master's favorite place so I suggest you bite your tongue here" she stormed off as you tried in vain to collect your thoughts.
"What have I gotten myself into" your head is throbbing due to your increased blood pressure and you begin to massage your temples. "The throbbing is getting worse" you take a deep breath and your head begins to clear "Wait that isn't throbbing its more like thudding." You whip around to find an immense woman heading your way; despite her size she seems to be moving effortlessly.
The obese woman is garbed in a security guard's uniform and seems to be glaring at you; you hate to admit it but you are to memorized to do anything other than stare at her. Her forefront is vast and her presence is intimidating, you were beginning to understand how she was able to maintain her position. Her black hair was tied up in a ponytail and her guard hat was stationed perfectly on her head; her cheeks were plump and you couldn't help but notice a donut sticking out of her lips.
You diverted your gaze downwards to her ample chest, two large orbs of pliable flesh, which were thrusting hard against her shirt. You guessed she was easily an E cup as you watched them bounce to and fro across her belly. Her belly was large and divided into two separate yet large rolls of fat; her uniform obscured the large mass making it appear smaller than it truly was. You watched as her large tummy slid beneath her uniform, peeking out from the bottom of her miniskirt, swinging from side to side across her thighs. She pushed the donut past her lips and begin to chew softly; each bit of mastication caused a bit of jiggling within her chins.
"So Anya went to find you after all" you whipped your head up quickly trying to avoid another potential disaster; the obese guard smiled evilily as she gauged your reactions. "I am Mika your personal bodyguard big boy!" Mika cooed bending over slightly exposing her cleavage to you "Don't worry I won't let anything happen to you" she winked and blew you a kiss as you tried your best to keep composed.
Mika giggled as she watched you squirm in anguish "You should go meet the rest of the servants" she chimed as she straightened her body upright. "You should head to meet Suzu; She should be in the foyer right now."
Mika erupted in laughter as you sped out of the library's double doors "Seems like things will be getting pretty interesting now" she giggled as she waddled off in search of more food.
You travel through another set of corridors until.....
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