A King Of Fighters collaboration between  draconatedz and I. He wrote the story below a few months ago and I drew a comic based on it. It was supposed to be only six panels or so, but ended up almost double the length :p
Hope you like 'em both!

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Grapple N' Gulp (Collaboration)

"Hold it right there!" A voice rang through the cold city street. A curvy woman busy merrily humming through the dreary, empty alleyway all by her lonesome spun around curiously. Before her stood a shining idol, who's identity shone bright even through her typical schoolgirl sailor uniform. Athena Asamiya snapped her fingers, and her clothing illuminated the darkness. Her fluttering casual clothes dissolved into a stylish two piece ensemble. Tight spats rested below her red skirt, while her flawlessly slim stomach and shapely legs were on full display.

"You're going to pay for your crimes, follower of Orochi!" Athena's fierceness carried over to her fighting stance, as she prepared to battle. The red-headed woman the idol was challenging shrugged nonchalantly, blowing off her would-be punisher. The woman's eyes were hidden by her long red bangs, while her pink dress tugged tightly against her ample curves.

"Cute♪ But I'm in a rush for dinner, so ta-ta!" Her curiosity sated, Shermie turned back to once more merrily humming down the street. Athena was left with her jaw hanging in shock as she watched Shermie's rump sway away.

"H-hey! I'm not finished with you!" Athena ran after her target, grabbing her by the shoulder... a mistake that would soon prove fatal. Shermie spun around with elegance and grace, slipping around the younger girl like an eel. In the blink of an eye, She was hovering directly above Athena, using only a single arm to balance on Athena's own shoulder. Before the idol could even slip out a single sound of surprise, Shermie opened wide, and descended upon her. Her lips slipped over Athena's lovely long purple hair, and she took a wide gulp to engulf her entire head.

The motion was smooth with the aid of gravity. Athena didn't have time to struggle as her shoulders and modest chest joined the rest of her rapidly disappearing body inside of Shermie. Her gulps were quick, yet efficient, covering large amounts of the slim girl with every swallow. Before long, she was enjoying the taste of the cold sweat forming on the idol's bare legs. Before she could kiss the ground along with the final swallow of her meal's feet, Shermie preformed a stylish twist, and ended the meal sitting on the ground with her legs crossed.

*glrk*

And with that final swallow, the alley was once again silenced. You'd have to press your ear against Shermie's trashing and gurgling tummy to hear Athena's muffled cries. No one was around to see the demise of the famous psycho powered schoolgirl, and she didn't even get the chance to throw a single psycho ball! Shermie rubbed her fingertips against the taut ball of squirming flesh sitting in her lap. Athena seemed so much smaller curled up inside her like that. Shermie's dress struggled to contain the mass of an entire fighting person as it always did, but managed to refrain from ripping.

"Guess that takes care of dinner♪ I suppose I'll head back home." Lifting an entire person's worth of weight contained in your gut might prove hard to the average woman, but Shermie was anything but. She rose off the ground with as much elegance as the move she used to dine on her first class magical meal. Her round tummy jostled about, coating the poor girl trapped inside with even more stinging stomach acids. "Her cute outfit must be in tatters by now," Shermie lamented, wondering how she would look in such an garb, "I'll just have to settle with wearing you instead, Athena-chan♪"

Though Athena was using every move within her arsenal against the stomach walls constricting and pulsating against her body, they were doing little to stop the stinging stomach acids from begging to digest her. Keeping her head above the pooling acids was proving hard enough with the lack of air inside of Shermie's festering gut. She felt the walls tightening against her, and occasionally felt the touch of fingers tracing her form from the outside of the round belly. The motions of Shermie walking was making her nauseous, and made it hard to focus on trying to psycho sword her way out of the dangerous environment she found herself trapped within.

"Ah, home sweet home♪" Shermie had arrived at her cheap pad. She lived alone in a run down apartment, but cheap rates took priority over fancy furnishings in her eyes. Being in a third rate band didn't exactly pay the bills too well, and even her status as a Hakkesshu brought little fortune. Her stomach was full of higher quality slop that usual after a chance encounter, and Shermie couldn't poissbly feel more content than she did at that moment. She wanted to slap herself for not stripping her meal before gobbling her up, idol clothes would probably sell for a fortune. Shermie struggled to slip her usual pink dress off, option to sleep in her comfortable black laced undies instead.

Athena's movements had slowed to mere twitching of her undigested nerves. She was barely holding onto consciousness, and had lost track of how long she had been imprisoned inside the evil stomach. Everything felt numb and... mushy. Like she could fall apart at any moment. She felt a thud to her back, as her perspective shifted. Shermie had given up on being graceful when her eyelids began drooping, and let herself land against her crummy bed with a dull thud. She smiled as she gave her guest a final rub, and passed out completely.


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The red-headed woman groaned as her phone blared a catchy tune. It was a song she had preformed, of course, what kind of self respecting band didn't use their own work as their ringtone? Still, it annoyed her when it interrupted her from her beauty sleep.

"Mmm, yeessss? Waddya want Yashiroooo..." Shermie was only halfway paying attention as the leader of her band yelled at her for being late again. This was a pretty common occurrence when she... indulged like so, and ended up sleeping in. Her gaze was unfocused, until she caught a glimpse of herself in the vanity mirror attached to her dresser. It seemed her wallet was about to take a hit from her fatty meal from the night before. Her bra and panties were barely containing her now enhanced form, not to mention the chubby idol laden pot belly still resting in her lap. There was no way she was fitting back into her favorite clothes.

She huffed as she tried to slip into the dress from the night before. Tugging on the tight fabric, it nearly ripping as she pulled down. She managed to make it past her breasts and her belly, but her rump was simply not budging, refusing to be covered.

"Oh poo, what a bummer..." Shermie groaned to herself, before she realized she was still being yelled at through the phone absentmindedly tossed on the bed, "Hey Yashiro, wanna buy me some cute new clothes♪?" She giggled at her expected response, but knew he wouldn't let her down. She wondered what to get for breakfast, already forgetting about the digested idol hanging on her as unwanted flab.

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