digestion and such<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Unable to see himself free from the woman's stomach yet again, the sphincter remaining tightly sealed denying the escape of such a skilled prey, as if he where nothing more than an average meal, serving it's purpose flawlessly. Xarces settles in to rest, as his recent activities have startled Dura ever so slightly, and he expects attempting the same anytime soon would only wake her completely. It is then that he decides to wait it out a bit longer, snuggling in on himself as the stomach gently compresses him into a tightly compacted ball, shrinking and rounding out Odette's gut even further as the weight of Dura resting above him helps to pin and keep him in place. <br/><br/>With the woman spent, exhausted, and asleep all around him, her stomach's motions would be much more tolerable than before. Gently squeezing and rolling against him, gently basting him in the acidic stew that had pooled up around him. The heavy beat of her relaxed heart pounding into his ears, mixed with the sounds of peaceful breathing and cute little noises from the imposing Dura above. All of this combined with the gentle rocking of the boat they where on would lead to Xarces' eyes becoming heavier and heavier. "Just gotta stay awake a little....longer." he keeps telling himself, wanting another chance at escape, knowing that to fall asleep in the belly of a predator was to accept one's fate as food their, to slip into a slumber from which you shall never awaken. <br/><br/>As minutes turn to hours, Odett'es body continuing to work it's nightly processes all around him, the stomach muscles would suddenly lurch. Squeezing their contents down into the very pit of her stomach. There a valve would slowly open, slurping in the contents of her tummy. The thick, meaty liquid around him slowly draining away, gushing into and through her intestines with deep resounding glorps. Xarces continues to listen as the liquid is completely drained, the sounds soon replaced by slow and gentle gurgling as more than enough of his remains to feed an average person wind their way through Odette's digestive tract. Her body claiming those parts of him that'd been broken down during the night, absorbing what it could into her bloodstream, claiming the nutriment from the celestial being she'd made a meal of. Using his own body to fuel, strengthen and revitalize her own, gaining the power her body would use to continue it's work in digesting the meal that so graciously was providing enough energy to sustain her.  It is while listening to the sounds of his own body filtering through her intestines that Xarces' eyes would finally close for the night, he lulled to sleep by the sounds of his own digestion...his last thoughts as he closed his eyes being how he'd soon be following that very same path, as food, as fuel, for the woman whom devoured him.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Dreams of his body melting would fill his mind as he slept, his body breaking apart to the pleasured moans of the woman around him. In his minds eye he can feel himself siphoning into her intestines, can feel his body being supped up by the tiny villi that tickle against and sup up what it can from his remains. He can see it all, can see how her belly shrinks steadily over the course of the night, how her breasts and hips are padded out by the processing of his body. Why he even experiences the transition into her large intestine...much like his time spent inside Shaklik, save for this time he was the sandwich. Little more than brown mush being packed into her rectum, only to be released over the side of the ship to float aimlessly at sea at her leisure. Digested and disposed of, a shameful ending for such a spectacular heritage....<br/><br/>Something was off though, for instead of cool and gentle water, Xarces could only feel heat....and hear the distinct crackle of flames. Stirring to consciousness he is surprised to find that he is even alive at all, while at the same time realizing the fire he'd dreamed of was hardly a dream at all. More than this of course he soon comes to terms with the fact he was still contained within the familiar spongy walls of Odette's stomach, which cover him like a wet, hot blanket, squeezing in enthusiastically as if greeting him to the waking world with an acidic full bodied hug... "Hmm? where are we?" he asks weakly as he shifts and squirms ever so lightly within her tum. "Is that fire I hear in the distance?" he inquiring, pressing out against the wall of Odette's tum, trying to piece together all that'd happened since he ended up dozing off.</div></div></div>