Long awaited Liz comm, drawn by the talented  KBeezy52

Story written by friend and fellow kof-enthusiast,  PhotonFinish

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“Ash, I’ve finally found you,” Elisabeth Blanctorche’s voice was cold as ice and firm as a glacier, her regal presence brought to bear with every syllable. Her heels tapped with the accidental rhythm of a woman on a mission as she stomped briskly across the yellow ceramic of the arena. Each defiant clack cut through the distant cheers of the audience in the arena proper, their excitement was clearly heard even here in the surrounds outside the main stage. The Frenchwoman’s hips swayed with each step as her white pants snugly hugged her shapely derriere—round though overshadowed by the gleam of pale skin poking through her coat in the front. Elisabeth’s generous bosom—one of the largest in the entire tourney—poked through its tight confines confidently, even arrogantly, as if to force her female opposition to acknowledge the superiority of her bust. Her hand went to her head as the aristocrat brushed back her blue hair, threading her fingers between the coarse strands before, in the next movement, she slapped the riding crop in her hand against her open palm and shifted her weight to one hip. The crop shot out, poked like a spear at the figure stranding across the corridor.

“Hi Betty! Long time no see,” singsonged the ambiguous figure, his tone as playful as someone teasing a sibling.

“You’re not angry I hope?~” Ash Crimson’s lithe frame and tender features could easily be confused for that of a woman at first glance, a fact not helped by his neatly styled high hairdo and the band holding back his platinum blonde hair. That, and the black nail polish that glimmered in the lights as he waggled his fingers in a childish wave at the angry woman staring him down. He simply brushed his hair out of his eyes, planted a hand jauntily on his hip, and leaned forward with a wide smile.

“You abandoned your mission!” Elisabeth barked, pointing at Ash with her riding crop. “You were trusted with something so important and you just…left it! Your irresponsible cad!”

Ash smiled lazily, leaning back and running his fingers through his hair. “Oh, it sounds so bad when you put it that way. You left out the part where I was expected to stay cooped up in a stuffy mansion waiting for things to happen, Betty…”

Elisabeth huffed, her teeth gritted. “I thought you liked to be there! I gave you everything! You were…” She trailed off, turning away.

“I was what, Betty?” Ash said, hand on his hip as he leaned precariously forward. He was still leaning forward as “Betty” stomped heavily toward him, reached up, and took him by the back of the head to pull him toward her.

“Oh my, you’re being very forward today, Betty~ Is this really approp…

What seemed like a forceful kiss suddenly took a sharp turn as the Frenchwoman’s lips parted, her mouth opening wide and her jaw distending as she drew Ash closer and closer still, pushing him between her lips and into the damp cavern of her maw. The effeminate blond’s head was briefly cast in shadow before Elisabeth’s lips pursed around his neck and started to voraciously swallow him whole!

“Mmmph, mmph~” Despite being muffled, Ash’s tone kept that same teasing, chiding pitch to it. Elisabeth paid it no mind as she started to suck him down, her mouth tracing his lithe frame as her throat worked on steadily gulping him down with that same powerful presence with which she walked. Despite the unorthodox nature of her approach, the noblewoman took to her mission with the same unshakeable resolve as anything else. Previously she had put this effort forth into defeating evil and finding Ash. Now? She was leveraging that same strength toward turning the latter into an hors d’oeuvre. Her hands firmly gripped his upper arms as Elisabeth greedily pushed Ash further into her gullet and forced his lithe shoulders to disappear between her full lips with another gulp and bulge of her throat.

Betty’s chest bounced and jiggled, her big bust pushing against her cleavage window as she forcefully worked her childhood companion into her mouth. With another shove, the noblewoman sucked him up to his waist and left a surprisingly round butt wrapped in red pants poking out of her mouth. Her bosom was pushing her top to the limit already as her belly, distending as Ash entered it, started to poke out from underneath her shirt.

“Mmph, mmph~” came another distorted protest from inside Elisabeth’s gullet. Or was it another tease? The words were lost in the tight confines of Elisabeth’s throat as she took her riding crop and gave Ash a heavy thwap on the rear. It provoked a clear yelp from the boy, whose feet kicked helplessly on impact.
Thwap!
Another strike followed.
Thwap!
Then another before Elisabeth’s cheeks bulged and Ash’s bottom disappeared into her mouth. One big gulp later and the bulge moved from her cheeks to her throat, leaving only Ash’s kicking legs sticking out of the noblewoman’s gullet.

And so, Elisabeth took her crop again, placed it against the soles of Ash’s shoes, and steadily pushed him in. Legs grew still as the tight grip of Elisabeth’s lips and the small confines of her throat gave them no more room to move. Red pants steadily disappeared until only the shoes on his feet poked out, and then finally, with one more push, those disappeared as well. Drool dripped from Elisabeth’s mouth in an unchivalrous display of gluttony as the last of Ash Crimson disappeared from the outside world. Closing her lips tightly behind him, Elisabeth closed her eyes and took one final, dooming gulp that sent the man she’d pursued so long into the depths of her belly—which popped a button on her shirt dramatically spilled out before her like an overinflated beachball. Apparently whatever had incited Elisabeth to use this method of “capturing” Ash had also led her to leave zero trace of her unruly former friend.

Stonefaced, Elisabeth took a moment to regain her composure. Her belly shifted and churned, but Elisabeth remained regal and composed. That is, until finally the pressure became too much. Something seemed to well up, then her cheeks puffed. Her hand went to her mouth, but she was a bit too slow.

A massive belch echoed through the arena corridor as Elisabeth failed to stifle it. In its wake her cheeks reddened and she slapped her palm with her crop in an attempt to seem more serious and composed. She pulled out a cloth handerchief with a flourish, its gold inlay flickering in the arena lighting as she reached up and dabbed away the leftover saliva around her mouth.

“Oh my, Betty~” Ash’s voice came muffled from inside the pale sphere distended in front of the bluenette aristocrat. Elisabeth’s eye twitched. “You’re on quite the roll today. First an unbecoming bout of gluttony, and now that little outburst. Is your lovesickness ruining your manners, dear? You decided I was just so cute you had to eat me up? I’m sorry, Betty, but I don’t think that expression is meant to be taken literally~”

Elisabeth pursed her lips and closed her eyes. Her brow furrowed as she tried to ignore Ash’s teasing initially.

“Of course, I always knew you were quite the gourmand, Betty~ I mean, I’ve seen how you can pack away those bonbons when you think no one is watching~ This though, this takes the cake…or it would, if you hadn’t already eaten that too, I imagine. You do have quite the sweet tooth~” Ash gently kicked, causing Elisabeth’s belly to bulge out with the imprint of his shoe. Elisabeth pushed it in with her riding crop.

“Don’t think you’ll talk me out of this with those uncouth barbs, Ash. You brought this upon yourself with your tremendous irresponsibility. If only you’d have come back when summoned, this wouldn’t have happened. Do you know how long I’ve been chasing you?” Elisabeth huffed, using that riding crop to poke at the shape squirming inside her stomach.

“Long enough to work an appetite, apparently~” Ash said, still taking the entire incident as one elaborate joke. He poked several places, trying to force Elisabeth to chase the bulges with her crop as she pushed him back. “But enough of the joking, Betty. When are you going to spit me out?” Ash sloshed, Elisabeth’s tightly-filled stomach starting to fill with digestive juices to take care of her meal.

Elisabeth remained silent as Ash splashed and shifted, trying to move away from the acidic liquid as it started to rise. He pushed against her gut in several places, but Elisabeth stood firm, her face neutral. Her lips pursed. Her eyes closed. The juices sizzled as the red fabric of Ash’s outfit started to disappear, eaten away by Elisabeth’s hungry gut.

“You never were much of a kidder, Betty,” Ash’s voice started to turn bitter, even angry. “And this joke is pretty bad. Now be a dear and go ahead and cough me up, won’t you.” It was less of a question and more of a pointed demand.

“Never.” Elisabeth said firmly, her voice carrying that same commanding presence as before. Ash’s struggles stopped for a moment, pausing as if in shock.

“Now you won’t ever leave me again, Ash. We’re going home at once.”

The struggles intensified, one of Ash’s hands pushing up against the walls of Elisabeth’s gut and leaving a distinct imprint. She poked at him chidingly, all the while her gut grumbling and the acids inside rising. Elisabeth rested her hand on her hip, sighed, and then started off with a confident step and the steady clack of her heels against the arena floor. With each one her belly sloshed and jiggled with the motion of her hips against its girth.

But Ash did not intend to go quietly. The juices continued to sear his flesh and eat away as his clothes. His hair had become a mess, both from the saliva and the humidity. His eyes were filled with anger that chased away the lazy, almost playful demeanor with which he’d had dealings with dangerous characters like Iori Yagami in battles past.

“Well,” Ash hissed, “Miss Blanctorche. I suppose I’ll have to take my freedom back one way or another if you’re going to be such a little cochon…”

And with that anger came a faint glow of green brewing in Elisabeth’s gut and showing through her pale skin. As it intensified Elisabeth’s stomach gurgled in protest, forcing the woman to stop and clutch her belly, which throbbed with discomfort.

“Tch…don’t make this any harder, Ash. You brought it on yourself…”

The green glow surged as Ash let loose his power, bringing to bear against Elisabeth in a gambit to buy his freedom.

“BOOOOOARP!” Green flames erupted from Elisabeth’s mouth in an epic burp that melted the paint from a nearby wall. The Frenchwoman fanned her mouth, her eyes tearing up and her face flushing—both from embarrassment and the heat of Ash’s flames escaping her mouth and throat.

But her gut, meanwhile, sloshed and sagged as it suddenly lost stability. Apparently the burst of energy had left Ash more vulnerable, and Elisabeth’s hungry stomach had capitalized on his weakness.

“Is that all, Ash?” Elisabeth scoffed haughtily, dabbing her eyes with her heavy white sleeve. “A pitiful effort, I fear. Even my noble stomach bears the same strength for which I have trained my entire life…” Elisabeth huffed. “If I were to yield to such an attack, I would be undeserving of the name ‘Blanctorche!’”

The only answer she received was the low, rumbling gurgle of her gut as it sloshed again, further losing shape. She sunk her hands into the pale white flesh, giving it a satisfied, even sentimental rub.

“Perhaps I will crack open one of the fine Musigny to celebrate my victory when we return home…” Elisabeth mused. “…and to cleanse my palate.” She stuck out her tongue once more, fanning it again.

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Hours later, Elisabeth Blanctorche stood alone in her room as the sole occupant in the sprawling Blanctorche Estate. She paced in front of the mirror, her heels tapping as she took one step, turned, then stepped again. Where before her gait was filled with determination and confidence, now her steps were laden with apprehension and uncertainty.

Her hand traced around her stomach, a bulging gut that hung over her belt. She sunk her fingers into the pale white flesh, pushing it in testingly. It gurgled slightly as the mush and scraps of red fabric inside were disturbed—what little were left, at least. Her hand other hand moved up, following the thinning of her silhouette above that prodigious gut to another swell—that of her chest. Where once Elisabeth had been generously endowed with one of the largest bustlines around—one to rival ladies like Shermie and Angel, and dwarf those like Mai Shiranui…now Elisabeth was faced with a bosom that pushed her cleavage window to its absolute limit. Her pale skin was pink with the pressure of her top as the two spheres of fat spilled over the fabric, her generous chest having nearly doubled in size to downright epic proportions. She frowned and her nose scrunched. What would she do with these? She would have to call her tailor to get a bra that would even fit, and it would be expensive…

The bluenette’s other hand crept around to the back, tracing the white fabric of her pants up her thigh. Where once there was were thick but toned legs bursting with muscle, Elisabeth now found a dense layer of fat that had nearly doubled the proportions of her thighs. Was this what the Americans meant by “thunder thighs” she wondered? Her hand continued to her seat, and when she found it, Elisabeth stifled a startled gasp. Here the fabric stretched to bursting by a derriere more generous in proportion than any woman she’d met—at least, any near her dimensions otherwise. She sunk her fingers into the fabric, kneading the fat of her butt and tracing its curve, moving from the near the small of her back and sinking it whole hand under its swell where it met her thigh. She hefted it once and let it drop, the huge mass bouncing and jiggling with the motion. She moved her hand back up, taking an overflowing handful a giving it a squeeze.

“I-I had no desire for you to end up there, you f-fool…”

Elisabeth’s comment was met with an almost teasing gurgling of her stomach, perhaps as a final jab from the now digested Ash Crimson.

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