It wasn't easy, but with a little elbow grease, March had pressed Zeld's pregnant belly into his throat. He reached her creamy breasts and mentally swore, he wished he'd swallowed her face-down. It was really too late for that now. A few more frantic gulps, and the clone slipped down into the man's stomach. Panting a little, March flopped  heavily onto the bed. He was exhausted, and being so full made him sleepy. Reaching around his bloated gut, he spoke gently to Zeld, "How was that?"