[Gleh.  First I leave the country for a while, then I get sick as soon as I get back.  Life just doesn't seem to want me to be able to post with any regularity.]<br/><br/>[To answer your question, I have no issues with more players.]<br/><br/>Looking over at Linda, who appears to have the other Blackscale handled, Aethon turns back to the one he had focused on.  Watching the telltale twitches from the lizardfolk that signal that his spell has had its desired effect, he slowly walks up to his paralyzed opponent.  Stopping with his forelegs practically on either side of his head, Aethon reaches down and hauls him up, giving him only a split second to see his mouth descending towards him before it closes around his head.<br/><br/>[ Vore de grace on BS3, Aethon becomes Stuffed ]<br/><br/>In comparison to his earlier meals, this one is far larger, and Aethon's methods change accordingly.  His legs slide back and out, bracing him as he laboriously begins to swallow down the Blackscale.  Not even trying to fully lift his bulk off the ground, Aethon settles for feeding him in slowly, trying to keep as much of his bulk resting on the ground as long as he can.  Barely able to fit his jaws around his shoulders, Aethon's upper body begins to bob lower and lower until he's past parallel with the ground.  Steadying himself and doing as much as he can to solidify his grip around the Blackscale, Aethon hauls up at the same time that he gives a heavy, audible gulp, using the combined efforts to send the Blackscale sliding close to a foot further inside of him.<br/><br/>With his maw now firmly around the Blackscale's waist, he allows his rear legs to drop, better angling his body to accomodate his overlarge meal.  Already, the unfortunate lizard is beginning to stretch out Aethon's capacious stomach.  Letting gravity do the bulk of the work now, the Blackscale's legs rapidly begin to disappear, until they finally become nothing more than a slightly twitching bulge travelling down Aethon's upper body.  His growing stomach continues to expand, but with a meal this large, there's only so far it can go, and the contours of his meal are clearly visible as at last the final bits of the Blackscale are forced into his stomach.  Already it is beginning to powerfully contract, doing its best to reduce this latest meal into nothing more than nutrition.<br/><br/>His middle almost tripled in size and hanging ponderously between his legs, Aethon glances back at Linda just in time to see her finish off the other, with the aid of what he can only assume is some kind of spell causing her hair to animate and aid her.  Although this isn't<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>the largest meal Aethon's ever had, it's very close, and he has no intention of testing his limits just now.  "If you're still hungry after that, feel free; I've had more than enough for now."  Gingerly sitting down, Aethon gives a small sigh of relief as he rests on his now bloated stomach, taking it's weight off his midsection.  "On that note, where did Xarces get off to?  I haven't seen him since the fight started."