Not sure if Chaldea was under attack from an unseen threat, caught in the aftermath of an experiment gone wrong, or victims of some unknown phenomena beyond their base, one thing was clear to the young Master; something wasn’t right here. As far as he could tell, he was the only male left in the base, human or Heroic Spirit, and the sizes of everyone else were way too strange with none of the Servants affected even noticing. He wasn’t sure if he had shrunk or all the other female Servants just got bigger, but the bubbly, energetic Assassin that had snuck into his room and carried him off to her bath didn’t find anything wrong with the gap in their sizes. To her, this was how it always was. A notion that was shared by the white-clad Saber that burst into Jack’s room to rescue him before the child Servant took him off to share with her friends.
Bringing him to the cafeteria to get something to eat, while she looked a bit older and was wrapped in a white, toga-style dress that he had never seen her wear before, the blonde-haired, emerald-eyed emperor assured him that she was the Nero Claudius he had always known. She was absolutely gargantuan in comparison to him, with even her pinky finger standing taller than his diminutive form, but she didn’t find it strange that he could fit in the palm of her hand at all. Instead, her only comments on how he looked were how handsome and dashing he looked, as always.
The other Servants they passed on the way to the cafeteria were also of various sizes that didn’t always match what they were before. Some that were taller than the boastful Saber before now only came up to her hips or even knees, while some that were shorter than her now stood as tall if not dwarfing her.
“Wait for me here, Master. I shall bring you only the finest assortment of delicacies to please your tongue.” She said, walking past a table that had a smaller table sized perfectly for him on it and setting him down.
Despite how loose the skirt of her dress was, the contours of Nero’s perky rear were well-defined as she sauntered off toward the food. Looking around, and given how big the rest of the base was to him, though he hadn’t had a chance to get a new change of clothes since his bath with Jack, Ritsuka obediently sat at the table and waited for Nero to return. She could have at least taken me back to my room to get dressed. He thought, as her taunting him with her butt flared up his lust. Covering his crotch, the dark-haired Magus looked around at all the Servants coming and going from the cafeteria.
Artoria Lily was carrying a shrunken Mordred with her happily, with her rebellious son no taller than the girl’s torso and an unimpressed scowl on her face, while a massive Kagatora was forced to crawl around from how big she had gotten. The size differences didn’t even appear to be consistent between Servants with the same Spirit Origin, as the bikini-clad version of Yu Mei-ren was leaving with her Assassin self sitting on her shoulder roughly as tall as her head. Kingprotea was being carried by Meltryllis, who was sitting on Passionlip’s lap as they ate, Beni-Enma was apologizing to Astrea for pressing her butt in the Ruler’s face as she crouched to fit into the kitchen, and Chacha was eating from Okita Alter’s giant bowl of rice. And yet, nobody thought any of this was strange at all.
While strange sights and unexpected developments are not exactly new to the accomplished Master, the sight before him was one that was difficult to wrap his head around. What is even going o-!? But, before he could even try to make sense of it all, he was cast in the shadow of a Servant whose presence alone sent a shiver up his spine. Turning to see who was standing behind him, the entire table he was on shook as a wall of white slammed down on the tabletop behind him, unbalancing him in his seat and causing him to fall out of it.
“Ehehehe. Morning, Senpai~b25;! Look at you, falling out of your seat just to see me. How adorable.” The slightly higher-pitched voice teased down at them, as Ritsuka craned his neck back to look at the violet eyes looking down at him with amused condescension.
BB? What is she up to? He wondered as she rested her chin on her hands, smiling like the sweet devil that she is.
“If you can’t even handle greeting your kouhai properly, today’s itinerary might be a bit much for you. I have a full day planned for you too. After breakfast, you have physical training with Quetzalcoatl, Scathach, Pollux, and Penthesilea. Then you’ll have some free time to rest before simulation training…” the purple-haired Moon Cancer said, rattling off everything he’d be doing that day.
But Ritsuka wasn’t wholly paying attention to what she was saying. Aside from her seemingly also not noticing the difference in their sizes either, there was another worrying thing about the troublesome AI’s presence here. BB is handling my schedule? That’s Mash’s job. What happened to Mash? Did BB do something to her? Given how insistent and competitive BB is with Mash about who was his ‘#1’ kouhai, if Mash was unfortunate enough to be as small as he was in comparison to the violet-haired troublemaker, then he could see BB doing something to make sure Mash stayed out of her way. While he hadn’t seen another Servant as small as him yet, Mash being a Demi-Servant might mean she wouldn’t be as big as everyone else! “Whoa, whoa! Slow down, BB! Where’s Mash? What did you do to her?”
BB paused for a moment, and her eyes gleamed with mischievous intent, before pretending to have not heard him. “After lunch, you’ll have to…”
“BB! I know you can hear me!” Ritsuka said, getting up. “Is all of this your doing? What’s your goal this time?” Trying to get answers from the gigantic, antagonistic Servant, as she continued to ignore him, Ritsuka got a bit irritated by her antics. Fine. I don’t know what your scheme this time is, but I won’t let you ignore me!
Approaching the busty Servant, while BB loved to tease and tempt him with her admittedly alluring body, and despite her less-than-wholesome mannerisms and outfit of choice, she was a pure maiden at heart. Receiving even a bit of affection or ending up in a compromising position usually embarrassed her, and she’d typically be a bit more compliant until she settled down a bit. So, while it was embarrassing for him as well, Ritsuka grabbed onto the tightly stretched material of her white leotard and began scaling one of the squishy, warm, sakura-scented breasts she had purposely plopped down on the table to get his attention.
However, due to his small size, and the large size of BB’s bust, climbing up the underside of her chest was more draining than he had anticipated, forcing him to grab onto a protrusion poking out from under the clothes and mount it to catch his breath. Blushing intensely since there was only one thing that could be poking out of a breast like this, Ritsuka looks up at BB, hopeful that she’d be embarrassed herself and ready to answer his questions, but she wasn’t even looking at him. The violet-haired girl was proudly explaining something in further detail that he didn’t have the first idea about, holding her head high!
She hasn’t even noticed?! Wh-When, how about this!? Turning around, Ritsuka held onto her protruding nub of flesh, bent down, and bit down on it as hard as he could.
Jumping in her seat as a pleasant jolt surged up to the brain from her nipple, BB paused her explanation and looked down to see her naked Senpai falling from her breast and landing on the table in its shadow. S-S-S-Senpai!? D-Did he just… I mean, I understand that my boobs are top-tier and irresistible, but I’m trying to appeal to him as a capable kouhai. Blushing, she wished she had paid a bit more attention to him so she could have enjoyed having him crawling on her breast. But seeing him laying on the table, disoriented from the fall with an adorable, unobscured erection, she smiled deviously. The stimulated nipple pressed out against her clothes, tingling and itching with arousal. Well… As pleasant of a surprise this is, I can’t let him think he’s in control. You don’t get to play with BB-chan’s boobs, Senpai. She thought, standing up a bit and leaning over the table. They play with you! Quickly lowering and burying the tiny man under her sizable breasts, BB made sure to pin him directly under her nipple. Without applying her full weight on him, she bounced a couple times on him to let him know who was truly in control. Carefully monitoring his weakening struggles as he began to pass out, she smiled in smug satisfaction before sitting back in her seat. “Trying to challenge a super AI like me, Senpai~b25;? I do so love how stupid you humans can be. If that’s not enough for you, we could continue.”
Gasping for fresh air on the cool, hard plastic surface, Ritsuka looked up to the sadistic Moon Cancer as she bounced her breast in her hand.
“That’s enough, BB-chan. Now isn’t the time for that.” A kind, gentle voice said, approaching them. “If you’re going to fill in for Mash today then I’ll have to ask you not to interfere with Mash’s meal.”
Turning his head to see the person speaking, Ritsuka was surprised to see Boudica. But his surprise was because she was there, as one of the main chefs in Chaldea, she was most often found in the cafeteria or kitchen. Instead, it was her size that was so unexpected. While she was still unnaturally taller than him, she was the shortest Servant he had seen since waking up in Jack’s embrace. “Boudica?!”
“Yes. There, there, Master. It’s okay now, I’m sure BB-chan didn’t mean to be so mean.” The red-haired Iceni queen said softly as she knelt by his side and picked him up, cradling him like one would a toddler.
Despite her second ascension providing her with clothes that covered her stomach, waist, and hips, she claimed that she was more comfortable in the outfit she was initially summoned in and preferred to perform her duties in that. The corset-like top that she wore under her detached collar and sleeves was instead cut off under her bust line, creating more of a tube top that struggled to contain her sizable breasts, and all that covered her waist and hips were two pieces of clothing the resembled panties at worst or bikini bottoms at best. The larger of the two did at least cover her hefty rear since it stretched around her hips, but the one underneath that’s thin waistbands reached up to her hips and disappeared in her deep butt crack.
“Hmph! You better hurry, Boudica-san. Senpai needs to get to physical training soon.” BB said, crossing her arms under her large bust.
“Don’t worry, Onee-san will talk to her after you’ve eaten.” Pressing the dark-haired Magis’ face into her bosom, Boudica slipped one of her breasts out of the cups containing them and brought Ritsuka’s mouth to her nipple. “Here you go. Say ‘ah~’.”
His mind overloaded from the stimuli of her bold actions, Boudica used to protest even accusations of her having a more intimate relationship with him saying she had a husband and daughters. It wasn’t like he was the only one she was overly affectionate towards, viewing the Brittannian Servants as her younger siblings and giving them hugs and head pats. She had never tried to cross that line though, even if what she considered a comfortable level of skinship was embarrassingly intimate at times. “B-Boudica?! Wh-What are yo-hmph!?” Trying to verbalize his reservations only backfired on him though, as she quickly pushed her nipple into his mouth as soon as it opened and easily held his head tightly into her breast.
“There you go, now drink up.” Cooing softly and stroking the back of his head, Boudica encouraged him to drink as a sweet, creamy liquid began to drip from her teats.
BB watched on in silence, but Ritsuka couldn’t tell if she was flustered, enjoying his embarrassment, teasing him, or jealous. It was a face he had never seen on her face before, but she made no move to stop the mature Rider.
Resisting the urge to suck and drink, Ritsuka tried one more time to break Boudica’s grip when the entire table shook again, knocking the red-haired queen over, followed by a loud clap of plastic hitting plastic.
Tightening her grip on the young Master so he didn’t get hurt, Boudica rolled over to see you caused such a disturbance. Cast in the shadow of the gigantic Saber who had gone to get Ritsuka something to eat, Nero was glaring down at the two of them and she leaned over the tray of food she had brought back. “Nero! What do you think you’re doing? What if Master got hurt?” She yelled, looking up at the golden-haired Saber.
Narrowing her eyes and puffing out her cheeks, tears formed in the corners of Nero’s eyes as her stern face was twisting into juvenile anguish. Grabbing both Boudica and Ritsuka, she held them up to her eye level. “Master! How could you!? While I admit that Boudica’s body is overflowing with maternal beauty, and I have too harbored the desire to suckle from her beautiful bosom like a sweet and innocent babe, how could you deny my own breasts which are ever-ready to receive your lips!?” Wailing like a scorned child, Nero quickly slid the white silk cradling her breast to either side and brought the two before her perky nipple. “Umu! Say no more. Actions speak volumes more than words. Come, sample the bounty of my bosom. You may partake as well, Boudica. For ones as small as you, you’ll find that I have an abundance of milk. Milk so sweet, rich, and nutritious, even Indian Deva would toss their amrita to the Asura in favor of sampling even just a drop! Ahh~ How magnanimous I am!” Singing the praises of her chest, and the nurturing liquid sloshing within, Nero’s boasts were as grandiose and exaggerated as she was confident that said claims were undeniable facts.
And caught in the shadow of such a massive bust, Ritsuka was once more stunned into silence. While the proud Roman emperor was in no way lacking in her feminine charms before, this older version of her had breasts that could rival BB’s, and the closer she brought them to it, the more it dominated their view. The smug, self-assured smiling face of the mater Saber was blocked behind the gentle curve of her mammary, her nipple alone was bigger than his head!
Pushing the twitching nub away, though, Boudica wasn’t as enamored by the gigantic breast as he was, as she once again pulled him into her chest. “Not so fast, Nero. I prepared Master’s food, so I’ll serve him. Go find your Uncle or something if you want someone to drink your breast milk. I’m sure he’d be happy to.”
“Are you mad, Boudica!?” Retorting quite loudly at the Iceni queen’s comment, Nero separated Ritsuka from her and brought her back up to her face. “Uncle fell into madness just from receiving the affection and protection of the Moon, Diana! What would there be left of his mind should I bless him with even the mere sight of my bosom, let alone allow him to drink from it? And how could you deny Master my breast? No doubt, even the milk from Juno herself, which nurtured and strengthened the mighty Hercules, would be found lacking when compared to mine. Why, it should be a crime to try and stop me from feeding Master!”
“Preposterous! Someone who isn’t his mother baring her breast to my son? I won’t stand for it. How immoral! ” Bellowing loudly from behind Nero, asserting herself into the conversation by setting a pair of the largest breasts in all of Chaldea on the emperor’s head, an older, voluptuous woman with long, dark hair pouted down at Ritsuka.
“Ohh~! Raikou!” Looking up and burying her face in the larger woman’s underboob, Nero didn’t sound intimidated by her at all.
Dressed in her revealing, and arousing, little purple bikini, Raikou pulled up on her top, allowing her breasts to fall to either side of Nero’s head, resting on the Emperor’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, Master. Mother will make sure you are fully satisfied.” Smiling gently, she reached out to take the tiny young man for herself.
And though she was motivated by a sense of maternal affection taken to an extreme, it was plain to see the lust in Raikou’s eyes. For her, there was little difference between loving her child and loving her spouse, which meant no level of intimacy was off-limits to her, so long as the time and location allowed it. Trying to think of something quickly to save himself from the overload of sexual stimulation he was bombarded with, Ritsuka’s mind froze gazing at the mammaries that were each as big as Nero’s head! “W-Wait! M-Mama Raikou, y-you can’t expose yourself like that in public! I-Isn’t that also immoral?”
Pausing for a moment, Raikou’s expression turned to confusion before shifting to a sorrowful visage, and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. “Immoral? Master, do you not want to drink Mother’s breast milk? What could be immoral about a mother feeding her child? It is one of the most beautiful and natural acts a mother can do for her child.” Sniffing, her bottom lip quivered as she squeezed her breasts together, engulfing Nero’s head, who looked like she was enjoying the soft mammaries.
“That’s right, Senpai~b25;. To think you’d be sure a pervy little pervert that you would think like that.” Teasing from the other side of the table in relative safety, BB couldn’t help herself, escalating the situation with a playful giggle.
Not helping, BB! Ritsuka thought as Nero dropped Boudica onto her lap and used her free hand to grope and massage Raikou’s enormous assets. Just seeing how deep her fingers sunk into the lustrous flesh was mesmerizing.
Short sprays of the creamy liquid misted out of the darkened nipples thanks to Nero’s efforts, filling the air with a sweet but heavy scent. “Umu! Umu, umu, umu. You truly are filled with the desire to be Master’s mother, are you not, Mother-in-law? As much as I wish to feed Master myself, it would be poor form to deprive a mother time with her son.” The blonde Saber said, bringing her other hand in front of the leaking teat as it bulged from between her fingers.
“M-M-Mother-in-law!? Ara, ara… ‘mother-in-law’, huh? That has a pleasant ring to it.” Smiling as she tightened her embrace on Nero’s head, causing a stronger stream of milk to spurt out from her breast and into Ritsuka’s face, Raikou’s blush intensified. “And having a daughter-in-law that won’t come between me and my son, oh, I’ll have to consider it carefully. Ufufu.”
“Who would be so bold and villainous to separate a loving mother from her child? Why, for a woman overflowing with such elegance and grace, I would gladly welcome you into my and Master’s home and have you sleep in our bedchambers with us!” Feeding into Raikou’s vices to secure her position, Nero tightened her grip on the mature beauty’s breast. However, instead of a little stream coming out and covering Ritsuka in the warm, rich beverage, a powerful torrent surged forth, like a fire hose being loosed on a blaze thanks to Rituska’s added pressure from tightening the embrace.
Oh, shi-! Seeing the oncoming deluge of fresh milk coming at him, Ritsuka braced himself. There was no time to avoid it, and the volume of liquid coming at him would easily sweep him away.
“Master!” However, as the current of essential nutrients for early life hit him square in the face and chest, knocking him off his feet, a set of arms wrapped around him as he impacted with two incredibly soft masses. Though, while this saved him from being washed away, it also forced the rich liquid down his throat, filling his stomach quickly. Still, the torrent of milk continued for a few seconds, and the person holding him tightened her grip on him, all but stuffing him between their breasts. When the flow of milk finally didn’t slow and stop, his savior fell back into Nero’s palm, coughing up their fair share of Raikou’s thick beverage. As they wiped the excess liquid from Ritsuka’s face, the gentle voice addressed him. “Are you alright, Master?”
Tilting his head back, since the soft masses on either side of his face prevented him from turning around, Ritsuka looking into the serene, azure eyes of Boudica, staring back at him. In the background, he could hear BB laughing her head off, no doubt amused by all of this to no end. Swallowing the bit of Raikou’s milk that was still spreading over his tongue, the milk-soaked Magus nodded. “Y-Yeah, thanks Boudica.
“Not a problem,” she said happily, smiling sweetly and tightening her embrace, she nuzzled the top of his head with her cheek. Looking back at the Saber/Lancer duo who looked a bit more disheartened, she stood up and stared sternly at them. “But you two. I understand wanting to dote on Master, we all do, but you have to keep his safety in mind.”
“Y-Yes… Sorry.” Both Nero and Raikou said in unison, like children being scolded by their mother. To anyone else, it must have been an odd sight, since Boudica was standing on one of their hands while chastising them.
Crossing her arms under her breasts, and completely enclosing Ritsuka’s head in her cleavage in the process, Boudica nodded solemnly at them as Nero lowered her hand to the table. “As long as you both understand.” Hopping off the blonde Saber’s palm, Boudica pulled Ritsuka from her bosom and once more cradled him in her arms, bringing his mouth to her nipple. “Open wide~.”
“Hold on! I couldn’t possibly drink anymore. Mama Raikou filled me up already.” Rubbing his sore stomach and turning away from the large teat in his face, Ritsuka’s discomfort outweighed the embarrassment of all the physical intimacy bombarding him. “I’m sorry, Boudica, but I really can’t drink anymore.”
Disappointed, Boudica stopped trying to breastfeed him, but held him firmly into her chest.
“Well, if you all are done, it’s time for Senpai to get to physical training,” BB said, having gotten her laughter under control. Reaching across the table, she plucked their shared Master from Boudica’s embrace, but before she could withdraw her hand, Nero snatched him from her.
“Nice try, BB, but I shall be the one to escort Master today.” She said, freeing herself from Raikou’s massive bosom and getting up from the table.
Glaring at the blonde, BB was oddly quick to give up on taking Ritsuka, despite the opportunity to have him unsupervised for some time. It’s not like I’d have time to do much, but I’m sure I could have used my certified, ‘Dangerous-cup’ boobs to melt his mind between here and the gym. Snickering at the thought of the tiny, handsome, and oh-so-teaseable young man disappearing in her breast valley, she got up and left the table without a fight. “I’ll have you to myself sooner or later, Senpai~b25;” With a playful wink, and a devilish grin, the violet-haired troublemaker walked off without another word.
Getting ready to leave as well, Nero snatched up Boudica before she could get too far away, and dropped the redhead into the overly-maternal Lancer’s cleavage as the woman stuffed her breast back into her swimsuit. “Though we may have allowed our passions for Master burn a bit too fiercely, it is still true that Boudica was the first to try and steal the honor of feeding him without consulting you first, Mother-in-law. I shall endeavor to find you later today if there is time so we may spend some time deepening our relationship as a family, but until then, perhaps you should make sure such a mistake does not repeat itself in the future.”
“That’s right! Boudica-san, my unbecoming outburst notwithstanding, I cannot overlook your actions this morning. Exposing your breast in public like that! How immoral. And on that topic, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about your manner of dress!” Her attention fully focused on the tiny Rider, Raikou walked towards an exit on the opposite side of the cafeteria. “Showing so much skin, it’s highly inappropriate! I’ve noticed multiple times Master…”
Raikou's voice became too quiet to hear properly as they left the room. Watching as Nero’s mischievous grin grew wider and wider, Ritsuka sighed and shrugged his shoulders. Pretty sure Nero exposed herself too. I bet Nero learned that kind of misdirect from Caesar. Well, it’s not like Mama Raikou will hurt Boudica, so I guess it’s fine. With no way of actually going to the redheaded Rider’s defense, Ritsuka turned his attention to the sickeningly sweet-smelling, creamy liquid clinging to his body. Unlike normal milk, Raikou’s breast milk was a bit thicker, so it wasn’t dripping off of him as quickly.
“Oh, forgive me, Master. I should have noticed sooner. You must wish to get cleaned up before tackling the rest of the day, yes?” Looking down at him, Nero also noticed him struggling with what to do.
Chuckling a bit, since he had just had a bath with Jack, Ritsuka nodded. “Yeah. Could you bring me to a sink or something, Nero?”
“Umu! Not to worry, Master. I have the perfect idea!” She said, shifting him in her palm to be pinched between her fingers as she brought him up to her lips. “Just try to not go too deep.” Opening her mouth, she stretched her tongue out under him and placed him in the dead center of it, retracting it slowly.
“Huh? W-Wait, Nero… Y-You aren’t actually going to…” He began to ask hesitantly, as the roof of her mouth settled over him and the inside of her cheeks flanked his field of view. A final gust of hot, humid air rushed past him and out of her body as the blonde Saber exhaled, prompting him to look back at the dark, shadowy gullet that lead further into her body as she closed her lips and darkness took him. S-She won’t swallow me… r-right? He thought as the muscle he was sitting on slithered to life.
Umu! Umu, umu, umu~b25;! Your taste pleases my palate, Master, even after removing Raikou’s milk from you. Nero thought as she strode confidently down the hall.
As she coiled her tongue around the helpless young man in her mouth, she continued to sample his tastes and tease him after she had licked all of the delicious breast milk from him. Placing a hand to her throat, she contemplated tilting her head back and letting the Magus just slide down, bringing him deeper into her body from which there would be no escape.
No… No there is an order to these things. Impatience ill suits me. Shaking off the notion, she hummed happily as she continued on toward the gym. Oh-ho~? Ufufu, Master~b25;? What’s this I feel on my tongue? Feeling something warm and stiff press against her tongue occasionally, she pinned Ritsuka to the roof of her mouth and stimulated it with impressive oral control until a now, salty flavor spread over her tastebuds. The tiny spasms of his body as he embraced her tongue were barely noticeable but adorable to imagine. Mmmm, since a fine and thick load, brimming with Mana! Ahh~ If you give me such a fine treat, Master… I… I… Though the path forward would take her directly to the gym and Ritsuka’s waiting instructors, Nero turned down a hallway on her right, grinning mischievously. Well… even if I shouldn’t do things out of order, I shouldn’t deny myself a bit of fun along the way either. But worry not, Master. I’ll be sure to get you to your training on time. Using her tongue to arouse the tiny man in her mouth, she began to play with him once more. And not a second earlier.
Though it was a bit unnerving to be in a gigantic mouth, Ritsuka was able to keep from panicking because it belonged to someone he could trust. Even if the atmosphere was thick in saliva, making it difficult to breathe, Nero was a trustworthy, if not overbearingly passionate, Servant. If BB had taken me, I’m sure I would be in her stomach by now. Chuckling a bit, it wasn’t something he’d put past the sadistically kind Moon Cancer. But the way she was acting, like she knew it was novel to interact with me in this way… and what did she mean she’ll have me soon enough? What’s she plottiiiiiiiiiing!?
Disrupting his train of thought the massive tongue under him began to move and toss him around Nero’s oral cavity, coiling around him and probing into places he’d rather she didn’t. Yet, she was so careful and delicate with him, the physical stimulation was causing him to get hard. Something the Saber was keenly aware of.
W-Wait. Nero, d-don’t! Trying to wrestle with her tongue only to be overpowered, Ritsuka was pinned to her hard palate as the soft nubs of her tastebuds rubbed against him. She was so precisely targeting his sensitive areas, combined with the arousing morning he already had replaying in his mind, that his body ceased up and he embraced her soft, warm, slimy tongue as he came on it. N-Nero… I can’t believe I just… But she… huh? W-Wait, n-no! Neroooooooo!
With barely any time to catch his breath, the blonde’s tongue wrapped him up in it again to continue, since he was still erect. The powerful contraction of her swallowing his previous load squeezed him so tightly that he thought for a second she had swallowed him as well, and for a moment, he imagined being squeezed down her throat.
Unable to focus on anything else or the machinations of whoever was plotting behind the scenes, Ritsuka had no choice but to let Nero have her way until she let him out.