Commission from  A0IISA who did an astounding job on bringing this idea to life. Thanks again!

Mila was the entire reason I purchased Dead or Alive 5 over Tekken Tag Tournament 2, having fallen in love with her at first sight. I had been meaning to get a picture of her involved for some time now, but kept sidelining the idea until the piece you see here. And what better companion for her to have than Vanessa from King of Fighters? After all,  A0IISA informed me that Mila was actually based on her, who would have thought? I usually have my own things to say about scenario, but I'll leave that to the story I wrote for this one, as this has quickly become one of my favorite commissions. Hope you enjoy!

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With digestion finally having run its course long enough, the six fighters inside Vanessa’s stomach had long passed away, save for the two spirits that continued to conversate from within her stomach. They were trapped within the confines of the massive midriff until their bodies were fully processed and absorbed by the ravenous mother, Vanessa’s middle sloshing heavily with every step she took back home. As for the other four fighters, they had all lost their bout against the vicious digestive system that overtook their bodies and wills, the stomach breaking them down until it was promptly fattened up and rounded out perfectly, no more bothersome bulges erupting from struggling prey.

“Took you girls long enough, hmm?” Vanessa spoke downward towards her belly, the orb of flesh distending so far out from her body, although her impressive strength combined with her increased proportions allowed herself to lug around such a haul of slurring meat. Continuing her research and investigations of anything related to Orochi and its resurrection, the constant looming threat had Vanessa getting anyone out of her way through her fighting skills and of course appetite. Whether it was the light-hearted Athena Asamiya, or Vice and Mature who threatened her with a painful death, each fighter was scarfed down her throat to meet their end at the hands of digestive juices. She didn’t think much of it, at least not the act of taking lives through such voracious means, more-so reflecting upon how enormous she would become and how she would have to update her wardrobe.

A break within her mission had allowed Vanessa to return to her home for a swift vacation, a relieved smile upon her face as she reached the front door, having to orient herself sideways just to access the lock with her key. Upon opening the entrance, getting inside was no easy feat as the sheer size of her body wouldn’t allow access without difficulty. “Hnnnng!” the mother strained as the door frame was hindering her progress, the sides of her fat stomach squishing into the structure. If her prey were still alive and kicking, the stomach wouldn’t be able to give during this troublesome process, but with enough effort and determination, Vanessa found herself stumbling into the house, nearly falling over which could have easily caused disaster. “URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAP!” a heinous belch released from her lips, a red pendant being produced from up and out of her gullet, hitting the ground with a small clink. Raising an eyebrow, Vanessa gazed beyond her belly at the item, saying, “Can’t tell if that’s Vice or Mature’s. I’ll clean that up later.”

“It’s mine, you hag!” Vice shouted from inside the stomach, although her voice couldn’t be heard by those among the living, trapped in some sort of tortuous limbo, at least for her own ego. Being spiritually locked inside a fat stomach was nearly as humiliating as being physically digested inside that same prison, forced to wait alongside her companion, Mature.

“This is such a waste of time. The beginning wasn’t entirely terrible, but this is giving me a headache,” Mature complained about her situation, stuck temporarily with no means of resistance.

Entering her main family room, Vanessa’s eyes blinked, greeted with a surprising sight in the form of none other than Mila, her own pupil. The also red-headed MMA fighter stood in the room, sporting a stomach of her own although not near as expansive as Vanessa’s in size, yet much more lively, clearly containing prey within it. A huge smile was plastered upon her face, having even dressed in one of her favorite outfits for the occasion, a leather getup that mimicked her idol, the pro wrestler Bass Armstong. Raising one hand in the air, she gestured towards a glass display case that contained six clothing items, all belonging clearly to the prey that Vanessa had ingested throughout the recent tournament the mother had participated in. Taking Mila under her wing, Vanessa brought her along for the journey in order to observe, especially regarding this dangerously effective ability of scarfing down opponents and converting them into mere food for one’s hunger and drive! “Welcome home!”

“You know when I gave you a key and said ‘Let yourself in whenever you want,’ I wasn’t necessarily expecting this,” Vanessa replied with a proud smirk upon her face, as Mila had effectively constructed a trophy display for her senior, something for Vanessa to reflect on all her hard-fought wins. “I would have thought you’d take me out for some drinks to wash these babes down but hey, this is even better! Never thought I’d have a trophy case of all my tasty wins!”

“I just had to do it!” Mila responded with enthusiasm in her voice, as she was eternally grateful for Vanessa recruiting her for training. Upon watching past matches of the King of Fighters tournaments, the rookie MMA fighter and participant in the ensuing Dead or Alive circuits just had to ask for help. Vanessa saw Mila in her early self, a connection between the two quickly forming beyond their striking similarities in appearance, as if Mila was looking upon herself from a future timeline. “I never thought I’d beat Tina in a fight, let alone end up eating her of all things! I could even go for thirds after Lisa! I can’t wait to learn more from you!”

Deciding to abandon her former teacher, Mila went about it in a manner that would hopefully impress her new instructor, and harness her newfound skills in the meantime. Tina Armstrong and Lisa Hamilton were entirely unprepared for the rising star when Mila went into action, not only defeating them both in a handicap match but devouring them in the process. The two professional wrestlers were entirely out of breath and stamina, figuring the sparring was over but their relief turned into horror as Tina had vanished past Mila’s lips first, the rookie then looking for scrumptious dark meat in the form of her other opponent. Before they knew it, the two were cramped inside the threatening stomach of the cutie, Mila slapping the side of her gut in pride and satisfaction.

“Come on you have to do something! This is your fault, inviting me to your private gym just to get eaten by a rookie?!”

“I didn’t think my own student was gonna gobble us down! I’m afraid we’re gonna be just meat on her bones soon! Girl, please, let us go!” Tina cried out from the inside as it had been quite some time since the two had been swallowed whole, their hope hanging by a thread as Mila was showing no signs of mercy towards her meals. Fatigue was starting to set in, the environment of a hungry stomach being no place for a human to safely be, as they could feel their bodies softening due to the harsh acids.

“Never would I have thought vanishing through this mother’s lips would be actually entertaining. Though I do wish it was the other way around.” On the other side of the stomachs, Vanessa’s was still populated by the two spirits, as Mature was admittedly somewhat fascinated by the whole ordeal. Being locked up was still a hindrance, yet the devouring process proved to be somewhat pleasurable, showing an oddly submissive side of the usually sadistic blonde.

Her partner did not feel remotely the same, as Vice raised her voice when uttering, “Shut the hell up, this is awful! When we materialize once again I’m going on a buffet and devouring EVERY FOOL WHO CHALLENGES ME!” Vice already had her eyes set on the future, wanting to go about her own predatory rampage, eliminating any nuisances and thorns in her size. She dreamt of especially those such as Iori Yagami succumbing to her stomach, perhaps her digestive system being the only way to teach that unhinged boy a lesson. With her blood boiling, her impatience was growing by the second inside of Vanessa.

“Guess I won’t eat this cutie after all,” Vanessa pondered to herself, as her plan from the beginning was schooling Mila on how to gobble up others, only to fatten up the girl before making her into a five-course sized meal. Although with such a generous contribution, her mind was taking a change, perhaps this partnership was going to be even more fruitful than Mila had made it out to be. The MMA fighter was carrying Tina’s American-flag patterned wrestling top, practically a bikini, raising it into the air as her smile grew even wider. Vanessa just chuckled, sinking a finger into her own belly to admire just how fat it became as she looked at the brightly colored luchador mask resting on Mila’s stomach. “Maybe we should get you one of these cases too, hmm? You’re already on your way.”

“You watch, I might just get even bigger than you one day, Vanessa! Although, I might need to win some Dead or Alive tournaments to finance the clothing changes….” she joked, looking towards Vanessa’s chest. The white vest the mother wore was just about ready to give out due to the size of her cleavage, both orbs of flesh bigger than Vanessa’s own head. To make room for the stomach below them, the vest was forced to spit while her trousers were fighting the battle of their lives. Thickened thighs, vast hips and massive rump cheeks, the pants were so form-fitted around the woman’s lower body and threatened to rip and tear if not removed before more digestion was taking place. Vanessa still had much more churning to do, leading to an even fatter and curvier form of beauty that she would admire, and anyone who dared comment on her appearance or even her age would soon be sent down that same pathway that led to the demise of her recent opponents.

“I don’t doubt it, Mila. But for now, I could seriously use some gut rubs. Want to help out your good teacher, hmm?”

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