Digestiony stuff/filler<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;">Xarces' world shifts, a wave of increasingly thickening digestive stew sloshing against him, being jostled within the belly of the priestess as she moves from the well. Though the bard is unable to detect what is occurring outside her tum, largely due to the never ending gurgles and sounds of digestion  that play out around him, he hears the words of his devourer echo all around him. (Time to grow up?.....what could she be referring too.) he wonders for but a moment. The thought quickly fading from his mind, as the next squeeze of muscled flesh ripples against his body. Causing him to seize up, to twitch and quiver with the overwhelming pleasures that assails him. (Ohhnnn why...why does this feel soo good.) he thinks as he could swear he heard himself moan. The acids having worked their way into his flesh had long since distorted the sensations of pain and pleasure, his mind working to blurr the line even further until every life threatening crush, ever searing burn of digestive enzyme, is felt as though it where the ultimate act of pleasure. The knowledge that his body was currently being broken down, to strengthen and feed the woman who's belly he filled in many a dream, only causes him to relish and enjoy every detail all the more thoroughly. <br/><br/>The bard was now compacted even tighter, legs, arms, and even wings, all battered and likely broken, are forced snug against his body. Which in turn is forced to curl tightly in on itself, being squeezed mercilessly by the shifting stomach walls. This coupled with the fact that he could feel more of his flesh burning and melting away. Layers of skin and muscle separating from bone to float freely within the frothy, bubbling stew of his surroundings. Xarces sighing softly, seeming to silently enjoy the slow and systematic process of his digestion, his softening body beginning to lose it's form. All this combined would begin to give the priestess' tum, a spherical shape, hiding the once clear outlines of the bard's now partially digested body. <br/><br/>(I pleased her with my massages....now it's time that I please her belly with my compliance. Laying back...allowing it to press and compact me...to gradually take from me as it needs....mmmmm to think just how completely I shall satisfy this woman.) Xarces tells himself, knowing there is no way of escaping this time, no way to avoid his fate, knowing that the only way he shall exit this stomach is by means of his complete and utter digestion. (I'll be like those sandwiches in shaklik's belly..) he finds himself fantasizing, knowing the route they took well. <br/><br/>Despite the damage he has sustained, Xarces is surprised to see how well he seems to be holding up. Though trapped, helpless, and at the will of her stomach. It seemed almost as if her body was taking it's time, savoring and enjoying it's meal to the fullest. For as Xarces experiences all of the pains and pleasures of being digested, he continues to feel the constant sap on his spiritual strength. As he dreams of feeding the priestess' body, he cannot help but feel as if he is simultaneously being used to feed and fuel another body.  (What is that sensation....it feels....so strange...) he thinks trying to focus, to discover what he could about it.</div></div></div>