Done by  Ergos as a sketch commission! The story is long overdue, just been trying to get myself into the right mindset to write consistently again but it's at least a lot easier when my favorite gal of all time is in question. Thanks again for the amazing picture and I hope you all enjoy the story!

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"If you're not going to tell me where the G-Virus sample is, then you can enjoy your time wasting away in there instead. I really hope that 'protecting your husband's work' was worth it," as the spy Ada Wong was hauling quite the load in the chamber of her stomach that distended outward, forcing her red cocktail dress upward to make room for such a gut. While such a method might be seen as not only impractical, but downright ridiculous, Ada was taking pleasure in her catch as Umbrella scientist, Annette Birkin had put up quite the fight leading up to this point. Ada had been tracking the whereabouts for the G-Virus for a mysterious employer and upon finding Annette, she was entirely unwilling to allow such a horrifying creation to make it out of Raccoon City. Unfortunately for her, Ada Wong was incredibly well trained for such a young woman, keeping chase and through persistence and skill, was finally cramming the older woman down her throat. Easily overpowering Annette once her hands were upon her, it didn't take long for her prey to fill out her stomach as even at the threat of becoming an entree for the Asian spy, Annette refused to divulge the location of the virus and Umbrella's secret facilities.

"Thankfully Leon was kind enough to save me from that shot of yours, or else you wouldn't have treated me to dinner, Annette," the woman mocked her meal, running a hand softly across the surface of her stomach that uttered an array of groans and gurgles, the digestion process already priming itself to filter Annette through its system. "Just try and go to the right places. My boss is really not going to be a huge fan of how much I'll gain, but maybe more-so if you decide to cooperate and fill me out just right." Ada could begin to feel that Annette was far from pleased with those harsh words, the woman starting to squirm even harder within her prison that was increasing in temperature as the stomach acids were forming every waking second. Unfortunately for her, this only served to deliver feelings of pleasure towards Ada, let alone inflating her ego even farther beyond having eaten Annette whole in the first place. A small smirk was forming on the Asian's face, following by a slight scoff, finding her meal's struggles to be pathetic at the very least, as if there was any glimmer of hope to not be converted into calories for Ada's figure to absorb.

Knowing that rookie police officer Leon Kennedy was likely busy slogging through the sewers looking for her, Ada decided to head back into the Raccoon City Police Department in order to not only gather further supplies, but find peace in digesting her load. The sewers of the city were far from relaxing, the aroma itself being beyond Ada's tolerance as a couch in the waiting room of the station would likely suffice for comfort. "Alright I've had enough of this dump," she spoke to herself as upon further inspect she had located an elevator within one of the employee areas, bringing her back up to ground level to much delight. "Almost there, just hope Leon did me a favor and took care of most of those zombies in the station already." Loading up her pistol just in case there were threats within her path to the waiting room, Ada hummed to herself before walking out of the elevator, slowly making her way up the stairways back up to the station as her stomach sloshed heavily with every step she took. "Quite noisy aren't you? I guess you're getting quite the bath in there, Annette." Having nearly been shot by the scientist, Ada only saw this as her own justice towards her attacker, not showing any remorse towards her occupant.

Meanwhile, Claire Redfield was walking the halls carefully of the second floor of the police department, her flashlight risen as the dark halls needed to be illuminated with the tool for safety. Even though undead corpses littered the ground from both herself and Leon's own handiwork, the young woman wasn't taking any chances as she was determined to find an escape route. Having come to Raccoon City to find her older brother Chris, she had instead located a mysterious note within the office of the RPD's S.T.A.R.S unit although it sounded nothing like her brother's natural writing. "I'm really losing my patience in this crappy nightmare," she whispered to herself, now knowing that Chris wasn't around meant that she just wanted to get to safety, yet had still been unable to reunite with Leon, having gotten separated during their arrival into the city. While the two had met once again at the side gate of the police department, it was unfortunately locked, forcing Claire to retreat from the impending horde while Leon himself reentered the station.

With the east second floor hallway being entirely clear, Claire took a sigh of relief before pushing her way into the waiting room only to be immediately greeted by not only a startling sight, but also a pistol pointed at her head. Ada sat upon the black leather couch, her professionalism not allowing herself to put her guard down as her pistol was drawn as soon as she heard Claire's footsteps from beyond the door, aiming her weapon at the fellow woman clad in red. "Stop right there, and drop the weapon," Ada said with a firm tone, a near blank expression upon her face. One hand was grasping the pistol tightly, finger on the trigger while the other continued to caress her groaning middle. "I said, drop the weapon, or else I'll make you drop it."

"Who the hell are you?" Claire certainly wasn't fond of running into strangers, let alone ones that clearly weren't exactly pleasant to be around. Yet she had to admit, the woman's identity was the least of her curiosities as more-so she wished to know what was going on with the woman's stomach. It was absolutely enormous, rotund, and protruding while making an array of sounds that indicated she ingested quite the large meal. Especially due to the quietness of the police station, let alone the isolation of the waiting room, when Ada was not speaking herself, Claire only heard the auditory cues of digestion coming from the woman's gut.

While keeping her handgun pointed at Claire, Ada reached into into the top of her dress to remove a badge, flashing it at her. "FBI, so I think I'll be doing the talking here for the most part," she stated before flipping the badge closed once more before Claire could even get a more proper look at it.

"FBI? Really? I think that'd be a lot more convincing if it weren't for you know, a few factors here."

"Drop the weapon, I'm not going to ask again, and turn around." Demanding that Claire cooperate, Ada was ready to pull the trigger if she chose to resist, her mission priority being acquiring the G-Virus sample and no one was going to get in her way.

Groaning in frustration, Claire followed orders from the "FBI agent," as she dropped her pistol to the ground and turned around, back facing Ada as she glared at the wall in front of her. "Look, I was just searching for my older brother, I'm not up to any funny business or whatever crap you might think. Well, I was searching for him but he's not here, so now I'm looking for someone else."

"And who might that be?" Ada questioned as she uttered a soft grunt, hauling herself off the couch with some effort as Annette was quite the weighty meal, the fully grown mother being more than just filling. Thankfully for Ada herself, Annette's struggles had seemed to cease as either the scientist had entirely given up, or perhaps the conditions of the harsh stomach had already taken hold on her. This would allow her stomach to at least be somewhat more inconspicuous, beyond its abnormal size and shape.

"A rookie around here named Leon. It was actually his first day on the job, believe it or not. What a shitty first day," Claire rolled her eyes, still upset she had to explain herself to this woman rather than continuing with her journey, as Ada was closing the distance between the two. She now knew this girl was affiliated with Leon, although they seemingly had just met due to Claire's own wording.

"Leon, huh?" Placing one hand on Claire's left shoulder, Ada pressed the barrel of the gun into the back of Claire's neck, patting her down while keeping her restrained. "You have anything else on you other than that handgun?" As she was evaluating Claire's loadout, her stomach was pressing against the back of the brunette, vibrating against it as digestion continued to run its course. "I haven't seen anyone around here save for my informant, and that wasn't a 'Leon' that you're talking about."

"Are you going to explain what the hell's going on here? What's the FBI doing but more-so what's going on with you? I'm just going to get straight to the point, you look like a blimp and it's got my mind all over the place." Claire couldn't think of a plausible explanation for such a gut, the only thing she figured was that Ada might have been infected with some sort of strain that was floating around. Flesh eating undead monsters was enough, let alone the enormous gray-skinned creation stomping around the nearby area, looking to terminate any survivors to Claire's own assumption. Another extreme case was the blind feral-like monsters that looked as if humans had been turned inside-out, yet even those were more "fitting" to this scenario than Ada's own over-engorged belly.

"You won't have to worry about what's going on with me," Ada replied as she found yet another handgun on Claire's person, looking to be another six-shooter that Ada unequipped from the survivor and dropped to the ground. A knife was also located on top of a few boxes of ammo that had been hoarded, and even some healing mixtures from various herbs located around the station. Once Claire had been stripped clean, Ada spoke once more. "I would begin to worry more about yourself in this particular situation." With that, Ada's new grin upon her face began to widen even further, beyond any normal means as the spy was opening wide to ingest yet another serving of whole woman. Claire herself was confused by Ada's words, figuring she was referencing surviving the outbreak in general but she was wrong, as suddenly a massive strike made contact with the back of her neck. Using her taught skills, Ada knocked Claire unconscious with the force of her handgun, putting her into a deep sleep and catching her before she could slump to the ground.

"Bottoms up," was all the Asian woman uttered before closing her mouth over the top of the girl's head, choosing to start at the noggin just as she had swallowed Annette whole previously. While overpowering a struggling prey was certainly satisfying, Ada didn't want her current bulk getting in the way and possibly compromising her mission, should Claire escape from the devouring process. Instead, Claire's body went limp as she was forced into unconsciousness, making this all the easier on the ravenous spy. With her lips traversing over Claire's face, Ada's hands gripped tightly onto the arms and jacket of her prey. Not wanting to leave any evidence behind in case Leon might locate it during his own travels, Ada chose to swallow her whole, clothing and all to churn away any semblance of Claire's presence. "He'll have no clue what happened," she thought to herself as her mouth was already widening even further to encompass Claire's shoulders next, finding the younger Redfield sibling to have quite the alluring flavor, as if she tasted even better than the mother that was consumed earlier.

Ada's progress was quite impressive as she had trained for this moment to the best of her ability, as eating others outside of mission objectives was truly impractical as weight gain would affect performance to a degree. Admittedly, only Annette Birkin was supposed to be on the projected menu from the beginning, but Ada was choosing to spoil herself and also leave no loose ends. With her mouth sliding over the girl's torso, Ada focused hard although kept her senses alert in case her feast would be so rudely interrupted by a creature or even another survivor. She would hate to have to swallow Leon whole as well, as he was a valuable asset to her mission, and also she seemed to be gaining a certain amount of affinity to him. Perhaps that clueless nature and valiant attitude was enough to sway her emotions, although Ada quickly shook herself out of such a thought, continuing to work on her young entree.

With Claire's waist already being next on the menu, Ada was leaning a bit backward at this point, lifting Claire upward and against her stomach. It proved to be effectively utilized as a "table" for her dinner, giving her a bit more leverage on the swallowing process. Claire herself was entirely unaware that she was reaching her final destination, still being out cold as her jeans were becoming wet with the saliva that the spy produced. Denim was far from delicious, the texture being coarse upon Ada's tongue, the predator wincing in disgust over such a speed bump to encounter. It was all for the mission though, or at least what she told herself, this hindrance only accelerating the process as Ada gripped hard upon Claire's legs and shoved them in at a rate of extreme haste. Wong knew that the shoes would be by far the most revolting section of her meal, her gullet working at optimal speed as each gluttonous swallow seemed larger than the last in an attempt to bring her meal to a quick finish.

Due to the lack of ability to fight back, Claire's legs went down as casually as Ada slurping in a set of noodles, her mouth able to finally close around the soles of the boots, causing her to cringe slightly in disgust before sending the last of her meat down into her throat entirely. The spy's stomach was finishing it's growth, ballooning out tremendously as Claire's entire body was now settling into the inside of the belly, being forced to curl up against Ada's previous course. "Ahhh...," Was all that escaped the gluttonous woman's lips, basking in the feelings of euphoria via growth and stuffing, her middle now near double the size it had been beforehand. This sent a shiver of pleasure upward, causing Ada to flinch slightly before biting her lips, cheeks flushing slightly red. If anyone else were present within the room she'd feel embarrassed but the waiting room once again belonged all to herself, Claire having stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time, destined to become Ada's next layer of fat and hopefully curves.

"Sorry...Claire," she said, struggling to speak past her erotic sensations, "But you were a liability that needed to be dealt with. I can't have you telling Leon what happened here, let alone generally getting in the way. But I guess I should save my breath, since you still don't even know you're just getting digested soon enough. I almost feel sorry for you...almost." Looking towards the exit door into the main hall, Ada drummed her fingers upon the surface of the stomach before turning towards it, the sloshing and gurgling at an all time high thanks to even more girl meat being dumped into the organ. "I could use a breath of fresh air, or at least whatever can be salvaged in there. I'm feeling a bit cramped in here, but I guess not as cramped as you two."

With her stomach taking up so much space in front of her, Ada was thankfully the door to the main hall was already cracked open, having clumsily not closed it entirely to give her a heads up to any intruders. Utilizing her huge stomach, she pushed it open with the churning middle, putting another smile on her face as she took a deep breath of air, entering the much more open area. "Perfect." Turning herself around, Ada leaned back, placing her rump against the baluster, looking down at her stomach with a great since of pride. "I guess I should start thinking of how I'm going to explain how fat you two are going to make me though. Something tells me you won't be forgiving even in digestion. Just praying this dress holds up at least somewhat."

As her stomach continued to roar, gurgle, and slosh away its contents, the digestive fluids pouring heavily upon Ada's grub, she could feel a bit of fatigue beginning to set in. Although it was not one of uncomfortableness, but more so over-satisfaction. "Maybe after this I should just retire and satisfy this appetite some more, hmmm. That could get me in a lot of trouble though, but then again, what evidence is there to make a move on?" As Ada was pondering her cravings, her hands began to caress the stomach to the best of their ability, using the baluster for support while delivering a tender and caring massage to the belly she was sporting. The vibrations of a surely long digestion process were felt against her palms with every touch before she noticed a couch in the corner of her eye, all the way down the length of the upper level of the main hall. "Huh, guess the waiting room was busy enough for that thing."

Ada made her way over to the comfy looking seat, Claire and Annette continuing to be coated in digestive enzymes with every step the woman took, allowing her stomach to wobble slightly, sending the waves of splashing juices upon their bodies. "URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAP!" It was only a matter of time before her body demanded her to release the gas constantly being pent up within it, the spy quickly bringing her hand to her mouth. "Excuse me," she politely said even if no one else was around, plopping herself down on the couch. "Alright, time for a well-deserved rest and then I'll have to find that dumb rookie and find this virus, with or without your help, Annette. How ironic for you to become a part of what you truly hated, huh?" Closing her eyes, Ada began to fall into a deep sleep as her body requested as much energy as possible to break down the girls into nutrients. While drifting off to rest, Ada's hands continued to lovingly care for her belly, before eventually the two hands stopped, followed by patterned breathing from the snoozing glutton.

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A wealth of time had passed, Leon still venturing throughout the nightmare of the sewers, combating all the abominations that slogged through what almost seemed like a maze of blood, guts, and of course city sewage. Meanwhile Ada was waking up from her nap, uttering an elongated yawn followed by a casual stretch of her arms. Just as expected, she had grown out in all areas although some more than others as the woman huffed in disappointment. "I guess you both really got your revenge in the end, huh?" The red cocktail dress she wore was still forced upward as while as belly was not as massive as it was before, it still retained a majority of its mass thanks to how sheerly fattening her two meals proved to be. Placing a hand on her gut, Ada gave it a strong squeeze as she could feel the softness of the fat squishing in-between her fingertips.

Rolling her eyes, figuring there was nothing that could be done but acknowledge "karma" biting her in the ass, such part of her has also grown exponentially. The spy could feel what was now an enormously cushioning rear underneath her, the backside having absorbed a wealth of its fair share of fat from her voracious antics. "This is more my speed, or now, lack of," she chuckled before her eyes looked to her breasts, the two globes of plush flesh practically ready to spill put of her bra and dress. Ada near felt that any bigger and she might have a bit of trouble seeing certain things in front of her, as if her newly acquired belly didn't obscure enough vision regarding things directly on the ground in front of the behemoth. "I guess we're going to find out if Leon is ass man, or a breast man at that. With my luck he'll find my stomach most fascinating, to at least make up for this mess."

Standing up from the couch, Ada could hear the furniture creaking with every move she took, the pounds packed on so much that her former self was far gone at this point. Checking her watch, Ada pondered on where she might run into Leon before suddenly hearing a voice calling out from below, the officer having just entered the main hall from the same route Ada took herself. "Ada? Ada!" he shouted, unable to locate her in the sewers, figuring that she was somewhere within the police department itself.

"Crap, not much time to prepare," Ada said to herself before grabbing the bottom of her dress and attempting to stretch it as much as possible over the gargantuan stomach she bore. It was no use though, as even when stretched, it would slowly return to its original position, unable to hold its place over such a belly. In turn, this left Ada's own lingerie quite exposed, the dress hardly doing its job other than covering her bra and a portion of her breasts while the rest threatened to snap free of her underwear. "You'll make it work, Wong, you always do.". Psyching herself into the moment, Ada put her most alluring and confident face on before beginning to head down to the first floor of the main hall, her stomach still gurgling ominously, likely processing the rest of Claire's and Annette's leftovers, the two never to be seen again.

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