Chapter One: Gluttonous Ashley Graham
 
Swallowing someone whole wasn’t EXACTLY on Ashley Graham’s schedule today, but she hadn’t been having a lot of things planned.
 
The young President’s daughter had recently been kidnapped by a deranged group of cultists in the mountains of Spain, only to be rescued by the heroic Leon Kennedy and get separated once she’d been kidnapped again.
 
This time, however, she’d been saved by a mysterious woman in a red dress, saying her name was Ada yet refusing to answer any other questions Ashley had to ask her.
 
Which Ashley was definitely NOT having today.
 
While her back was turned, Ashley pounced upon the Asian woman, stuffing her head into her mouth as they both tumbled to the ground. Slowly but surely, the tomboyish blonde girl scarfed down Ada with surprisingly minimal effort, her stomach growing larger and larger as more and more of the once-graceful spy was crammed into Ashley’s insides.
 
Eventually, the predator managed to get off of the floor and back onto her feet with her belly full of human, taking a certain level of pride as she slurped up Ada’s red high heels and sent them down her throat with one final gulp, sealing the agent’s fate as nothing more than an impromptu snack for the President’s daughter.
 
A fate that Ada didn’t take too kindly to.
 
“You can fight all you want, but I am NOT letting you back out!”, the petite girl said to her prey.
“I’ve had up to here with this whole kidnapping scheme, so I don’t want ANY more players involved with this until I get back with Leon and we are out of here! Now stop struggling so much; you’re making me gassy!”
 
Of course, Ada wasn’t listening; she wasn’t about to let some president’s daughter swallow her as if she were some kind of snack, so away she continued to pound against the inside of Ashley’s stomach, causing even more gas to work its way up the predator’s throat.
 
*BEEUURP*
 
“Ugh! Quit it!”, Ashley yelled in her shrill voice, only to have her displeasure be followed by another raucous belch.
“Grrrr...”
 
In restraint, Ashley ran her hands down her sides, stopping for a moment when she hit something along her waist; she looked down to see that a dark blue flash grenade, one that she must’ve picked up when she was still with Leon, was hooked through her belt loop.
 
The ideas that ran through the young girl’s head at that moment caused a devilish grin to spread across her face.
 
“Actually, I think I’ve got JUST the thing for you...”, she said as she took the grenade off of her side and spun it around in her hand.
 
“Take care!”
 
With that, she pulled out the pin and promptly shoved the bomb in her mouth, swallowing it down with relative ease. It took a few seconds of the object disappearing down her throat for Ashley to hear and very much the muffled explosion in her stomach; her skin stretched around
 
“That’s better.”, Ashley said happily.
“Now why don’t you finally lay back and melt for me?”
 
Truth be told, she wasn’t sure if the grenade had already killed the secret agent, but that didn’t matter. The protests had stopped and, slowly but surely, her stomach began to slosh when she moved as Ashley’s stomach churned away at Ada, turning her from a dangerously attractive woman in a red dress to an unidentifiable pool of bubbling sludge, riddled with the bones and clothes that, too, would be broken down into nothing but more calories to fatten Ashley’s figure.
 
And fatten her, they did.
 
“Hey!”, Ashley yelled in outrage, but by then, it was already too late.
 
The fat from Ada Wong had almost completely gone to her tits, taking them from her already impressive D-cup and expanding them to the point where they were probably bigger than watermelons, stretching out her wool sweater to its absolute limit and as they stuck out almost two feet away from her persons. The secret agent still left her with quite a bit of gut, but that was NOTHING compared to the two BASKETBALLS worth of jiggly boob meat sticking out in front of her, especially since Ashley now had a hard time seeing past the vast canyon of cleavage that now stretched out her collar.
 
“Oh, great! How are me and Leon gonna get outta here with THESE attached to my chest!”, Ashley yelled to Ada (as if she could hear her.)
 
“Thanks a lot, Miss... whoever you were!”
 
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Chapter Two: Jill Sandwich’d
 
The night already wasn’t going well for the specially-trained agent Jill Valentine.
 
The standard investigation procedure had gone south as her police team Alpha had gotten themselves stranded in the Spencer mansion, an abandoned residence on the outskirts of Raccoon City which was currently overrun with monstrous beasts and flesh-eating zombies.
 
As if that wasn’t bad enough, Jill had managed to avoid ALL of that just to wind up wedged between the fat ass cheeks of a member of Bravo team that she’d been sent into the mansion to rescue, amateur field medic Rebecca Chambers.
 
“Rebecca, listen to me!”, Jill said, the sides of her face being squished by the medic’s bulbous butt cheeks.
“I don’t know what the hell’s gotten into you but you need to listen! Alpha Team and I are here to rescue you; we just have to stick toge-“
 
“Together?!”, Rebecca interrupted.
“That’s great!”
 
“Wait, Rebecca! Don’t-“, Jill got out before her head disappeared between the smooth white cheeks of her captor, her form snaking through Rebecca’s intestines until she wound up in her already packed stomach, which wasted no time in cranking up the heat in eager anticipation for melting the elite cop into nothing but sludge.
 
“The way I see it, this is TOTALLY the best way we can stick together!”, Rebecca said as she wrestled her cargo pants back over her fat ass, each cheek squishing against the rather tight belt she had on as she tugged them up her waist.
“Don’t you think so, Jill?”
 
Rebecca’s question was followed by protests from the captive S.T.A.R.S. officer, Miss Valentine clearly not happy about being some skinny girl’s lunch... or ANYONE’S lunch, for that matter.
 
“Aw! Don’t be like that!”, Rebecca said casually.
“It’s easy; just think about it like this...”
 
“You’ve got my back...”, the greedy girl began to say before she was interrupted by a loud-
 
*BEEUURRP*
 
-erupting from her mouth, rattling the aging wood of the room around her.
“And I’ve got yours! So just... hold... still...”
 
Rebecca placed her hands at the sides of her inflated stomach and concentrated, forcefully sending her guts into overdrive in order to melt Jill into stew and disperse the thick, bubbling slop that she would become out of her stomach and throughout her body, filling the formerly skinny girl’s curves in way she would’ve never thought possible.
 
Her breasts only managed to get a little fat from her calorie-rich meal, expanding her flat chest to merely a B-cup that pushed out her bulletproof vest a few inches away from her chest.
 
Her butt, however, was the real star of the show. Bulges of pale white flesh oozed out of every broken seam and both bubbly cheeks managed to peek out of the top of her pants as every inch of the fabric was stuffed with thick, bubbly butt fat.
 
Something that didn’t go unnoticed by the young medic.
 
“Ooh!”, Rebecca said with child-like glee.
“Thanks for the upgrade, Jill! Can’t wait to see what it looks like in some real pants!”
 
Her glee went a little bit south, however, when she looked towards her front and noticed that she still had quite a bit of Jill left over in the form of a smooth, gut that bulged out from underneath her shirt.
 
“Could do without this, though...”, she said as she shook her gut around in her hands, unknowingly releasing one last-
 
*UURRP*
 
-from within her stomach; the last cry of an officer who’d undoubtedly been met with a horrific, if unusual, fate.
 
A fate that would soon be shared with another, as Rebecca’s stomach began to growl like some starved beast, begging to be fed the live, squirming prey that it had been gifted all over again.
 
“Wow; already asking for company, Jill?”
“Don’t worry; I’m sure there’s someone around here who’d be more than happy to take your place!”
 
At that, the young medic readied her pistol and left the room, her fattened ass and tighter pants not affecting her already slow and cautious as she walked, and thank God for that.
 
For all she knew; there could be a MONSTER around here!
 
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Chapter Three: Wobbly Ada Wong
 
While she’d never swallowed a person whole before, there was no better time for Ada Wong to start practicing.
 
The cunning secret agent was sent to the isolated mountain ranges of Spain to eliminate Ashley Graham, the buxom young daughter to the U.S. president that’d gotten kidnapped in the region by some fanatic cult; killing a high-ranking official like Ashley on foreign grounds would serve as an excellent way to be sure wouldn’t be hearing from them ever again.
 
After a day or two of having to track the girl down, she’d finally managed to find Ashley separated from her would-be rescuer Leon Kennedy on the disheveled island base of the cult’s leader Sadler.
 
After easily taking out her envoy, Ashley was all hers.
 
Tossing her guns to the side, Ada leapt from the railing she was perched atop and, with her expert aim, managed to land directly atop Ashley’s head, sending her target shoulder deep in her intestines in a matter; after wiggling a bit further down, Ashley’s arms were pinned to her sides.
 
And she was ALL Ada’s.
 
“Scream all you like, girl...”, Ada said down to the poor girl beneath her.
“You’re not getting out of this.”
 
“At least not the way you’d like.”
 
At that, the spy began to wiggle her hips back and forth, working her way down Ashley inch by inch, all the while stretching her stomach out as more and more of her blonde prey was shoved inside of her.
 
Eventually, she reached the floor, sucking up Ashley’s feet with one final *SHULCK* and finishing off her meal. Ada let out a sigh of relief before following it with a room-shaking-
 
*BEEUUURRRRP*
 
-that erupted from between her lips.
 
“Whoops! Excuse me.”, Ada said coyly before rubbing her hands over her humongous, prey-filled gut.
“You’ve turned me into quite the slob, girl. Just try not to stick to my hips, okay?”
 
At that, Ada leaned back and moaned slightly as she felt her insides work over Ashley with inhuman speed, shrinking her gut down in size before the girl had even finished protesting. Steadily, her red dress grew tighter and tighter as her stomach grew smaller and smaller, sending the thick, meaty sludge that was the President’s daughter directly to her ass, fattening it up more and more until-
 
*RIP*
 
-a sudden release in the tightness caught the agent’s attention; she turned around to find that her meal had made a practical apron out of her favorite skin-tight dress, splitting it down the back and showing her incredibly elastic pair of black panties off to the world.
 
“What?!”, Ada yelled as she looked at her newfound growth.
“There’s no way one girl could leave that many pounds on my ass; that’s impossible!”
 
The secret agent ran her delicate hands across the sides of her gargantuan rear, lifting both of them to feel their fatty weight and cringing as she felt the telltale lumps of cellulite accumulating towards the bottom of each cheek.
 
“Oh, God...”, Ada groaned.
“I need to start leaving Americans out of my diet...”
 
She ended her sentence with a hearty *SMACK*, bracing herself against the wall as she felt her entire lower half wobble back and forth like some thick jelly.
 
“SO fattening...”