"This *feeling*...How nostalgic~ You two are a tad old though, no?"

Vanessa sounded out her victory with a righteous belch, wiping the excess spittle with her leather glove. Smiling to herself, her sense of achievement was as large as the stomach that protruded out between her suspenders. After all these years the job was done, and it just so happened that her dinner plans were also taken care of. The two members of the Hakkesshu had alluded her for years by this point, the trail growing cold somewhere around the time of Goenitz's death for an unknown reason. Upon their sudden reappearance in this year's tournament, Vanessa knew a confrontation was inevitable. Leaping from the shadows before both of their teams were set for a bout, Vice and Mature were sure in their ability to score an easy meal and early win out of a hag of a boxer.

"Sorry you weren't expecting me to easily handle a surprise attack from two killers, but I'm kinda trained for this type a' thing, y'know?" The mother put her hands to her hips, scolding her two meals in a lecturing tone like they were her daughter. It wouldn't be a stretch to call them her children, albeit for as long as it takes her stomach to suck the life out of them. A slew of muffled curses and threats erupted from the twitching morsels in her belly, the two women lacking the space or strength to make good on their vengeance.

"My baby never called me *that*! If she did I'd have to punish her like I did you two naughty girls~" Getting a kick out of playing the parent, she remembered the numerous struggles of her admittedly accidental pregnancy, but growing a child was a much meatier, complex task than reducing grown women to meaty nutrients for her aged, elegant figure.

That sense of deja vu led the agent to a common massage practice she had used with her pregnant belly. Her gloved hands smoothed over the bulging flesh, patting down any of the hindering imprints of limbs and body parts. It seemed as though the blonde one piled on top had lost consciousness, her solid head bulge unmoving after Vanessa knocked against it to see if anyone was home. The vicious girl beneath who held on despite being bathed in flesh tearing fluids howled in a terrible fury, disgusted by her partner's final surrender. Hearing this agony, the redhead pouted at her temporary daughter's petty tantrum and decided a dire punishment was in order. She pushed her hands down on Mature's limp bulge, forcing her to body to squish apart and begin to smother Vice in decaying flesh and loose, melting black and white fabric.

"Mama's stern when dealing with troublesome babies like -hnng- you!" The loud blorps and gurgles from her belly eclipsed the volume of her remaining meal's shrill cries. Eventually, Vanessa's legs had finally had enough so after an awkward waddle, her sweat clad back slipped down the closest wall she could find for support. Preparing to relax, she slipped off the suspenders that were snug tight against her flabby belly, relieving Vice of a sliver of her painful torture. A heavy yawn overcame her from the exhausting struggle of absorbing a couple of feral sadists, the snaps and pops accompanying the vision of her inflated tummy losing its vivid shape. Her hand chased Vice's squirms at the underside, catching her last futile attack; a fading hand print curled into an animalistic claw desperate to eviscerate the flushed pink skin that binded her into a mushy end.

"A good effort, but it always ends this way. Don't feel too bad, dear." Vanessa teased one last time in a low, sleepy voice.

"D-Damn y-yo..." Vice choked on her final retort, the mixture of acid and Mature's remains snuffing out her dark energy forever and adding her head to the building supply of slushy meat and bone. At the loss of Vice and her belly round and taut with plentiful churning, the boxer belched softly in complete comfort and fell into peaceful slumber. Even at her age, a slow anticipation built inside the mother of one that her body would turn the brunt of the fat into a few eye catching cup sizes. Her curvy form already always guaranteed an easy pervy meal or two during heavy work weeks.

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"COMING UP NEXT: YAGAMI TEAM VS..."

"Mmmh..." Vanessa stirred awake at the blaring announcement that echoed through the arena halls. Her eyes starting to regain focus, she stretched her arms wide and yawned, noticing that she needed to exert more effort in simply lifting them. Quickly remembering how she ended up curled up in deep sleep in the middle of a dark hallway, she tried to look down at her expectantly flatter stomach, but it was impossible to see past the mountains of flesh occupying her chest.

"Wow...that's a new one." Vanessa was in awe of the high reward bestowed upon her from the two cultists, but only for a moment. The usual sense of cool dominance returned, her smile growing wider at the cartoonish jiggling from even a slight turn of the waist. "Mmh, that big?", she cooed, her hand gracing the peak of her mighty bosom, a light grope giving her an extraordinary amount of flab to entertain herself with. It amused her to think that her deep cleavage would make an exceptional secret compartment, though the sweat might complicate jamming in sensitive items.

Slipping her hand beneath the chest pillows, she still wanted to see if those two left any of themselves behind. Nearing an elastic texture, she pinched the flab that hadn't yet found its way to its proper place on her meatbags. "I can tell the pair of you took pride in your bodies, so look on the bright side. You look *much* better on this humble old lady." She winked cheekily to the digested sadists and as a posthumous final tease, shook their fat with a light slap, waves of jiggly pudge spreading out from the touch.

"Mmh if it's like this up here, then..." The thick boxer rubbed her hands over her tree trunk thighs, her striped pants stretched to accommodate the fattened space, and turned them to her backside. Her huge ass in her touch, she finally noticed the intense stress her poor pants were under from the ballooned shape. "...Not surprising." She mused, deciding to free the fashionable bottoms from the wrath of her big bad butt cheeks. She dug her fingers into the sides of her pants and slid them off sensually, peeking behind to see if she could see her padded rump without a mirror. She could, making her bite her lip in lustful pride at this flawless end result. Collecting her thick ass in her sweat clad hands, she squished it down, blushing profusely at this shameless pleasure. Feeling as young as she was when her career began, Vanessa fastened her suspenders over her squishy breasts, the discomfort worth it to show off her triumph to her teammates who were most likely looking for her to begin the next fight. She recounted the announcement that woke her, chuckling at what it meant.

"Sorry, Yagami. Without those two, I think you're headed for an early *urp* disqualification." Vanessa lifted her chest and let them fall back down, the pudgy flab of the retired secretaries bobbing up and down, "Better luck next year~"

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Commission by  Tsavo

Drabble by me

This is a part of Draconatedz and I's Player 1 is Pred series. We pick girls from fighting games we enjoy playing, and get the same artist to draw them in reversed positions.

You can see his part of the trade below.

Vice wins.

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