[I am not planning to have the priestess included in the mass vore. She should still be under the surveillance of Tubz the zombie since trying to leave, get a weapon, or otherwise resist capture would provoke him. Probably makes her a captive audience to Linda (and others maybe) consuming the Blackscales. That'll be a shot to the superiority complex. Just because she hasn't been mentioned in awhile Shaklik is safe from Linda too.]<br/><br/><br/>[Potential trigger warning outside of the obvious mass vore and related effects on a pred's size. Linda starts having trouble fitting prey inside at points. I am not into bursting. I do not wish to imply that Linda is about to burst. Nor do I want her to actually burst. This is just a heads up to readers that there is content that may seem like it's headed there and an affirmation that it does not and I do not want it to. In fact, I consider a 'side effect' of her Aberrant Dragonmark (Which grants the Hungry feat.) to be that she always has room for one more and the drive to consume any prey offered.]<br/><br/>It takes awhile for Linda to get out of the hidden chamber. A fact which likely surprises no one at the point. Which means the pile has already had time to begin accumulating by the time she arrives. It's also the time the sheer scale of what she set out to do starts to sink in. Nearly twice her current contents already lays in a pile upon the floor while Xarces and Aethon are no where in sight implying that there's even more in store for her. "I'm sure they'll appreciate the help Jules. There's probably quite a few of them out there." Linda responds to Jules' question in the absence of the pair hauling if Jules is in earshot. Linda needs to collect her strength and yelling doesn't help with that.<br/><br/>Linda swallows empty air and puts her hands on the top of her swollen belly. "Sorry girls, looks like your private stay is over. Dinner is going to take all the space I can muster." With noticeable conscious effort on her part Linda's belly starts to shift and contract around what remains of the offerings. Working one into position to be pushed down into her other stomach. The main difficulty of it comes from their 'unnatural' positions inside Linda compared to the way inactive prey just get piled in. Once she manages to get one in position nearly a third of her stomach's mass shifts past her hips and settles in her tail. Not enough to create a new bulge there on it's own but it does reveal to anyone that might have caught that moment that there was something different about her offerings. With one gone the second offering gets shifted into position much easier and slides down to join the first in her tail, halving the remaining bulk in the process. Naturally centered over the passage between stomachs the third offering slides into Linda's tail relatively easily. The three of them combined still aren't enough to cause new bulges in her tail to form but they do widen it considerably.<br/><br/>With the path to her tail cleared Linda actually starts by preemptively positioning herself with ample room to stretch. Meanwhile the pile of Blackscales only grows. Proving the need for the precautionary measure. She takes a long look at the pile before finally getting her guards to bring the first over. Once the first bite arrives she finally digs in. Well exercised jaws working over the Blackscale's bulk with ease as she waves the skeletons off to get another. The lack of anything being in her human stomach allows her to just pass it straight through to her tail without the usual stop her previous prey have all made. The second goes down just as easy. By the time the third rests in her tail the solid prey are bulging individually again. The combined bulk getting too great to be concealed by the liquified soup comprising her earlier meals.<br/><br/>Yet so many remain. By the sixth she's nearly doubled her total load and is finally making progress toward diminishing the size of the pile instead of having it pile up as fast as she can swallow. At 10, and the wolf for a change of flavor, she's actually getting ahead despite slowing down considerably. Over five tons of prey will do that to anyone. When the Poison Dusk start getting added it gives her pause, getting the 12th Blackscale down to her tail is giving her trouble. It's nearly triple it's previous girth at this point. The scales have long since been unable to completely cover the expanded area. Leaving large expanses of stretched and sensitive skin between them. They're almost like islands on an ocean. An ocean that's still growing as Linda works down the last of a dozen Blackscales.<br/><br/>She opts to make that a baker's dozen before calling it quits on fitting any more in her tail. The trouble the last one gave her is only compounded this time. It gets down to her human stomach easy enough, but getting it into her overstuffed tail is another matter. She's clearly long since passed anything resembling intended occupancy. Calling her over capacity would be an understatement. But she still soldiers on, gradually forcing the 13th Blackscale into space that by all rights shouldn't exist. It takes her so long to get that one down that the trio hauling Lizardfolk in have finished the job. Adding a mass of Poison Dusk to the remaining Blackscales.<br/><br/>Despite six tons of prey stuffing her tail far beyond anything nature or biology could have possibly intended, Linda's other stomach is still empty at the time Xarces starts to bring her Blackscales. The first few go down without a problem, merely bringing it back up to the point it was previously. The next few slow her down, her stomach getting so large getting food to her mouth is difficult. The final Blackscales take considerable effort from every party involved to get them into the living meat disposal Linda has put herself in the role of.<br/><br/>Linda's stomach is so jam packed with Blackscales by the time the last one has been eaten that it's nearing the diameter of her tail because of the lack of length to slow it's overall expansion. She's already taking up a sizable portion of the chamber by the time it's time for her to start on the Poison Dusk. In fact the only thing that tells her she's done with Blackscales is Xarces cresting her belly airborne with the smaller Lizardfolk in hand. As her ability to see much of anything that isn't her belly is effectively nil. Their small size makes each one's effect on her monumental mass less pronounced but she's not actually getting them down easier because of how much prey is inside her. By the time she's half way through them she's started to just slump forward against her belly when not cramming another Lizardfolk into space by all rights that shouldn't exist inside her. But she not only accepts each Poison Dusk with an open maw despite the difficulty getting them down, she insists that Xarces get the next.<br/><br/>But Linda eventually does it. She really does it. Every lizardfolk that's not friendly, surrendered, consumed, or prepared gets crammed into Linda's stomachs. Though she doesn't look to good after it all. Having consumed a net weight of nearly 10 tons assuming the shadow women had mass is far more than anyone is intended to do. Yet here she after doing just that. Body straining to contain it all. So of course she doesn't look like she's at 100%. But she does seem determined to keep it all in despite the obvious discomfort. How she's going to digest all that is a mystery.<br/><br/>At least she's not talking about eating more for once.<br/><br/><br/>[On the numbers involved. After reading through the related part of the thread again I found the actual number of Lizardfolk being left around much higher than Ambrose's estimate of four or five. Barring me missing the disposal of some or botching math I tallied 10 Blackscales explicitly mentioned plus an unidentified number who got 'skipped' by way of our drugged meat scheme. They were implicitly coup de draced offscreen and I erred on the side of them being numerous to play up Linda hoisting herself by her own petard. Poison Dusk had a similar issue in that their casualty count was hard to discern so I made the same call as with the unidentified Blackscale count.<br/><br/>It goes without saying that Linda's going to be at this pretty much until we're sleeping for the night. If not into by Xarces taking first watch to finish feeding Linda. So any posts I make until tomorrow in game have a 95% chance of just being Linda taking a break to add to a conversation.]