<span style="font-weight: bold">Blackscale</span><br/><br/>The blackscale fought and struggled mightily, and almost… almost succeeded in resisting the pull of Alizome’s throat… but there<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>no hope, and all he achieved was to grind his divinely meaty and masculine flavor across her tongue. The elf-girl was insatiable, even with his chest sliding down her throat, bulging it more than he would’ve believed she could withstand, with his mass more than doubling her size and his legs still protruding from her mouth - kicking and struggling uselessly - she continued and swallow.<br/><br/>Gulp after gulp drew him down, and down into the incredible tightness of her belly. It opened only<span style="font-style: italic">barely</span>enough to accept him, forcing and contorting him into the tightest possible space, as his legs and tail were slurped up and<span style="font-style: italic">forced</span>down into a space already filled with meat… which somehow managed to get a<span style="font-style: italic">little bit fuller</span>and a lot tighter and more uncomfortable… and as it began to gurgle, he could only fear that would get less comfortable yet… and he lashes out with his claws in frustration, striking a slice of flesh from the stomach… but he knows he’s done little<span style="font-style: italic">real</span>damage, and certainly barely enough that she’ll - the weak little warmblood - will be forced to expel him.<br/><br/>Alizome takes 4 damage to her stomach and 2 to her HP. Her stomach has 33% of her total HP and when it reaches zero she<span style="font-style: italic">must</span>expel her meal. Regular damage to her HP is treated normally. Alizome is<span style="font-weight: bold">not yet Stuffed</span>due to the effects of the potion.