(Sorry, everyone, I've been sick.)<br/><br/>"Of course, of course," March stifled a hiccup, "You'll wake up tomorrow morning, snug as a bug in your own bed. That goes for the both of you." He was definitely through voluntarily swallowing anything for the evening, although he could certainly fit a bit more with a little "coercion". He secretly hoped Zeld would force-feed him a clone of herself. He couldn't fight back, after all. Hell! He could probably squeeze another two Zelds, but that was getting awfully close to his limit. The mattress bowed and creaked under his and his prey's weight as he laid back, the whole room obscured by his massive, noisy belly.