<span style="font-weight: bold">Adrastia</span><br/><br/>The lightning-roasted mermaids go down smooth, the improvement in flavour not-quite compensating for the lack of desperate, pleasurable thrashing in your throat and tum. The crew watch in fascinated horror... but, having just seen one of their fellows gulped down by the mermaids, they're certainly not going to stop you - especially when these mergirls are already dead.<br/><br/>As you cast the growth spell, the mermaid in your womb doubles in size, leaving your belly utterly distended, four times your size, as you sprawl almost helpless on the deck.<br/><br/>Inside your tum, your 'babe' reacts well to the growth spell, and the slow inward pumping of nutrients from her cooked, slowly-being-digested sisters. Slowly, her engorged tail pumps back and forth, bulging out your tum yet further, pressing against the inside of your nethers, grinding your sensitive spots against the inside of your skin. It feels quite incredible, for both of you, and certainly, she's no desire to escape, not when someone so pretty is keeping her so warm and safe and well-fed...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Dusk</span><br/><br/>Inside Dusk's tum, the shawled mermaid thrashes and struggles, a quite incredible feeling for the female. After its wounds, the dangerous meal had gone down smooth, and now, as Dusk's bulging tum begins to gurgle, there's no prospect of escape...