<span style="font-weight: bold">Odette</span><br/><br/>"Mmm," Odette purrs, slurping up Xarces's legs with every sign of enjoyment. "Urp!" She burps, as the last of him slides down the embrace of her throat, leaving him curled up, almost nude, in the warm wet embrace of her stomach. "Now," she tell him, as it gurgles. "I'm going to go for a little digestiv walk home, and you need to be a good meal and keep still so I only look pregnant, not vorish. If you do that," her hands massage him gently through her stomach-lining, "you can have a long, slow digestion that's delightful for<span style="font-style: italic">both</span>of us. If not," she pauses, her stomach momentarily gushing, squeezing threateningly, "I'm afraid I'll have to let my tum have its way with you straightaway." She bends, groaning, sending the man-mass within her tumbling, as she gathers up Xarces's possessions to bring along with her...<br/><br/>Certainly, if he does somehow manage to escape, she thinks, no-one at all will mind the digestion of his linen shirt into a ragged ruin that had to be thrown away...