<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;">More acid pours in, and Alizome continues to fitfully struggle towards the top of the stomach to push her way back out. As hot as it is, she feels so sleepy, and there's such an urge to just drift off to sleep and let her friend take her. From her perspective, she can't tell that she's growing bigger, that Adrastia is giving Xarces a gift of a queen-sized feast. All she knows is that the stomach's getting tighter around her, presumably crushing in all around her weakened body as she fights against the stomach. It's wrapping her body in slimy flesh, pulling arms and legs into individual folds, caressing each exposed inch of bare skin- her clothes long since having melted off- and pinning her in place. Xarces' stomach crushes out the last of her fresh air, forcing sour, thick slime into her mouth to help circumvent her tough hide. It's pushing into other orifices, too. The familiar heat between her legs intensifies, tingling, itching, burning going up into her body and helping loosen her inhibitions. Heat rising from inside competes with the crushing heat of Xarces' excited body, and the eager, fluid sounds of her devourer and Adrastia pressing together, making love... that sounds through the gurgling sounds of her own digestion both combine to arouse the hapless elf. Even on the brink of becoming nothing but soupy nutrition for the man, rather than escape the courtesan's focus shifts, slowly, to wringing pleasure from her abused and half-melted body before she loses awareness entirely. <br/><br/>She tries to claw at the sphincter a few more times, but it's a halfhearted escape attempt and with the stomach being such a tight fight, she just barely can't get purchase outside... and after a few last tries, she stops the attempt. Instead, pushing enlarged arms down past the eager stomach's embrace, she brings acid-softened fingers between her legs, closing them as tightly as she's able and beginning to push into her flower, rubbing the outside and pushing slightly inside in time with Xarces' thrusts. Her heartbeat synchronizes with the man's, her struggles becoming slower, more rhythmic as she relaxes into the stomach's fluid embrace. Alizome can feel the acid soaking into her core, softening her and almost pulling chunks off of her to be ferried deeper into her man's body, but it doesn't... matter. Not anymore, not for most of her mind. All that was left was the churning, the feeling of acid soaking into her heart, and the sound of eager lovemaking lulling her concerns away and spiriting her to the next life through Xarces' tum.<br/><br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/228727">Escape Attempt</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+16</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">22</span>.. Xarces CMD is 23. Enlarge Person cuts Dex, and hence Escape Artist, by 1. Barring a terrible roll, xarces just digested Alizome thanks to that spell... he better treat Adrastia *right*  <img alt=":lol:" src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" title="Laughing"/> ]]</div></div></div>