"Mmmm... so... hungry..."

    Ingrid groaned as she slowly made her way across the darkening grounds of Garreg Mach. After a slip-up during the previous battle nearly lost their forces the last battle, Ingrid had been training nearly all day. In fact, she had been so focused on training that she had completely neglected to eat, and the no one would be cooking anything in the monastery's kitchen at this hour. This posed quite the problem for such a big eater.

    "Ugh, I don't think my stomach has ever felt this empty," Ingrid moaned to herself, "But where the hell am I supposed to find something to eat at this hour?"

    It was then that Ashe came around a corner and greeted the poor hungry girl. "Oh, hey Ingrid! Finally done with your training?"

    "Yeah, I-" Ingrid froze mid-sentence. She sniffed the air, and nearly started drooling on the spot. "Oh my goddess, what is that? It smells absolutely delicious!"

    "O-Oh, that's probably me," Ashe chuckled, "I was just got done eating a dish I cooked up for myself, and I guess I got a bit messy while cooking and got some ingredients on me. I'd offer you some, but I'm afraid it's all in here!" Ashe patted his belly and beamed at Ingrid.

    "Mmmmm..." Ingrid was only half-paying attention to what Ashe said. That delectable smell on the silver-haired archer was driving her absolutely nuts with hunger. She didn't know how, but she needed whatever taste was associated with that smell in her mouth immediately. And yet, Ashe just said there was no more food left. He was the only thing with that smell. Suddenly, Ingrid remembered something Dorothea told her a few days ago:

    "I know it's hard to believe, but apparently the reason why Bernadetta was missing was because Petra ate her! Just swallowed her whole like a snake! Of course, they were able to fix poor little Bernie somehow, but isn't that crazy? Anyway, I gotta go, the Professor wants me to do stable duty for some reason."

   Ingrid licked her lips. The hunger pangs were so intense, and she needed someone, er, something to fill her belly right now. Surely Ashe wouldn't mind helping out a friend. He was always such a nice, helpful boy after all. And Bernie turned out fine. If Petra could do it, she could too, right? It would be so easy, and her belly was so empty.

    "Umm, Ingrid? Everything ok?" Ashe waved his hand in front of Ingrid's trance-like face.
    
    "Ashe. I need you to do me a favor."

    "Oh, sure, whatever you need!"

    "Get inside of me."

    "...E-... Excuse me?"

    Without further ado, Ingrid grabbed both of Ashe's shoulders and shoved his head into her mouth. If she was thinking straight she probably wouldn't have expected Ashe's head to actually fit inside her maw, but in her hunger-crazed state it seemed like such a natural fit.

    "Wh-what the- mmmph!" Ashe called out in shock, but was quickly muffled from entering Ingrid's tight throat. The pegasus knight paid no mind to his confused cries, greedily gulping down mouthful after mouthful of the boy and feeling fuller by the moment. As he got fuller, the feeling of devouring the unsuspecting archer only got better and better, and before either part knew it Ingrid had completely swallowed the last of Ashe.

    "Aaaaaaahhhhhh..." Ingrid let out a moan that was a combination of stuffed to the brim and sensually overloaded. She had always relished the feeling of a full belly, but this went even further beyond that feeling. She had never been so full or satisfied in her whole life.

    "I-Ingrid! What just happened!? D-Did you just e-eat me!?" Ashe called from within the cramped confines of her stomach.

    "Mmmmm... I... I guess I did..." Ingrid lazily replied, much more concerned with how good her belly felt than with what she just did to her close ally.

    Ashe shifted around, trying to get more comfortable in the hot wet sack of flesh. "W-Well, you need to spit me out!"

    If Ingrid was in her right mind she would have said something along the lines of, 'Don't worry, you'll be perfectly fine, Petra has done this before,' but instead she said, "Shhh, let me enjoy this."

    "What?! B-But you need to-"

    "UUUUURRRP!" Ingrid let out a huge belch, then giggled at herself.

    Ashe cleared his throat. "As I was saying, you n-"

    A cacophony of gurgling stomach noises cut Ashe off this time.

    Drunk on the feeling of being so full, Ingrid patted her belly. "Mhmm, that's nice Ashe. I'm gonna go upstairs to digest now."

    "D-D-Digest?! You can't be serious!"

    "Don't worry, you'll be fiiiiiine!" Ingrid unconvincingly reassured as she began to lug her massive, person-sized belly back to her room.

    "D-, B-, I-, What?!" Ashe fumbled over his words, still in disbelief. He was about to start another line of questioning, but another series of stomach gurgles accompanied by a splash of liquid in his face prevented him from being heard.

    Ingrid hardly paid any attention to Ashe's continued struggling and complaining within her belly. She had eaten so many huge meals in her life, and she wasn't going to let one unhappy food item stop her from enjoying the most filling dinner she had ever had. By the time she had lugged her bulging belly to her room the aforementioned meal was already beginning to soften up.

    Ashe weakly called out from inside his fleshy prison, "I-Ingrid, I'm pretty sure I'm melting..."

    "I told you it'd be fine," Ingrid murmured into her belly while plopping down onto her bed, "I'll get you fixed in the morning."

    "O-Ok. Not like I really have a choice," Ashe nervously commented, "Are you sure about this?"

    After waiting a bit for an answer, Ashe only heard some loud snoring. He simply sighed and resigned himself to whatever would happen next.

    Ingrid awoke from her food coma the next morning. She yawned and stretched before shooting upright in her bed. She looked down and noticed that her once modestly sized breasts were now significantly larger.

    "Oh no. Did I actually..." Ingrid gently cupped the mounds of fat that were pushing against her once loose outfit. As she did, she immediately felt a twinge of pleasure shoot through her, yet, somehow, it didn't quite feel like it was 100% her.

    "Uh, Ashe? Are you... in there?" She lightly squeezed her breasts and felt an even more intense sensation shoot across her body. Trying to determine if her suspicions were correct, she fondled herself a bit more. When she let go, she felt a sort of rhythmic pulsing linger, and she was fairly certain that this was whatever was left of Ashe.

    Embarrassment washed over Ingrid's face like a tidal wave. "Oh my god Ashe, I'm so sorry! I don't know what I was thinking, I-"

    The pulses in her breasts continued to get more intense, until a surge of pleasure hit. Suddenly, Ingrid felt two wet spots on the front of her shirt.

    "D-Did you just...?"

    A sense of embarrassed shame seemed to be emanating from Ingrid's chest.

    "...Ok. We need to talk to Petra about how to get you out right away!" Ingrid quickly stood up, immediately feeling the extra heft in her chest as her boobs jiggled. This amount of motion was already starting to get Ashe worked up again. Ingrid tried to ignore it as she changed her shirt and set out to find Petra and get the mess sorted out. As she stepped outside, Sylvain was the first person she saw, so she approached to ask if he knew where Petra might be.

    "Oh, hey Ingriiiiiii..." Sylvain's brain seemed to shut down mid-sentence upon seeing Ingrid's newly enhanced assets.

    Ingrid snapped in his face. "Hey. Focus. I need to find Petra. It's urgent."

    "Huh? Wha-? Oh. Oh! Petra. Yeah. She, uh, went back to Brigid? I think?"

    "What?!"

    "Yeah, I overheard someone say she had some business there. Should be back in a few weeks. Say, do you want to go out to get some lunch or s-"

    Ingrid was already walking away.

    When she got back to a secluded place away from everyone, she addressed her tits directly. "Well Ashe, I'm really, really sorry about this, but I think you might be stuck there for a bit."

    Ashe's only response was to wiggle slightly. Ingrid noted the slight dampness of her nipples.

    "At least it seems to be kind of enjoyable, right?" she tepidly asked. "Maybe when I'm done training for today, I could, y'know..." She almost lost her nerve saying the next part, but she felt that if she got Ashe into this situation, she was obligated to make it as bearable as possible. "I could... play around with you a little bit? Would you like that?"

    Not really knowing the difference between a positive and a negative response, Ingrid interpreted the warmth she felt as a mix of embarrassment and acceptance. 

    "Ok, we'll do that. Just, try not to get too excited in public, ok? I don't want to have to bring a bunch of dry shirts with me wherever I go."

    And so, Ingrid continued on with her very close companion in tow.