<span style="font-weight: bold"> The Suite - Cyria, Johan, Naji, and Sasara </span><br/><br/>‘Hic! Ulp!’ Two more hiccups briefly interrupt the drow’s relaxation before her body seems to finally fully adjust to the enormous amount of food filling her stomach. Had she not been so utterly stuffed, she would have gloated - it was pretty much a hallmark in her life, not only the first time she was going to get to actually KEEP who she gulped down, but also the first time she’d managed to fit down not only an orc who’s frame was considerably larger than her own...but also Johan as well, their combined weight more than enough to double and come close to tripling her own. She honestly doubted she could walk if she wanted to...which, right now, she most certainly didn’t. The comfort of the bed was all-encompassing, and Naji just dug her shoulders further into it, leaving her legs dangling off the edge of the bed just enough for her bare feet to touch the floor. Now, she wished she’d removed ALL of her clothing. Not a chance she’d get them off on her own now, and really, she doubted she’d move from that spot until sometime in the morning, when Drodjee (And possibly Johan) had softened up enough to be a bit more managable. For a moment, she focused on that thought, her lips pursed in silent contemplation. Johan. Hrrrm….that silly, sexy man. Sure, there was a pretty good chance that he’d get out on his own...and yet there was still that slim chance that he’d end up staying right where he was...and that was something she was just fine with. It was part of the excitement, the same excitement she and (as far as she could assume) he felt every single time he made that ‘dangerous’ trip. Plus...WAY better that he ended up stacked onto her currently-lacking curves somewhere, than some random guy or gal who ended up getting the upper hand in combat.<br/><br/><br/>“I can see why you enjoy this so much, Cyria…” Naji drawls lazily, propping her head up on one arm just enough to admire the drider’s own ‘friendly’ moment with their serpentine companion. She might never openly admit it, even when directly asked, but that little satisfied glimmer in her eyes told the whole story - she loved when a member of their little group got to fill their stomachs (or other places), even if it just so happened to be with one of their own members. With an equally as lazy movement, the drow runs a hand across her bulging stomach, lightly massaging the moving bulges within as her stomach slowly started to grow accustomed to the enormous offering that had been made to it, and begins to ‘grrwwwl’ ever so softly, ramping up it’s processes to deal with the wondrous meal that was currently moving within. The little bursts of movement within, the struggles of her well-cramped food pulls a soft moan from her lips, her eyes fluttering as she gazes with quiet interest at Cyria’s own ‘second course’. It looked like Sasara was quite enjoying herself as well, and though it HAD crossed her mind before what it felt like to be...well, INSIDE someone else, it had never been something she just NEEDED to know. Not when she already knew how enjoyable it was to have them inside of her, instead.<br/><br/>A soft, hissing laugh escapes Sasara’s lips, her eyes glittering as another little contract courses through Cyria, brought on by her little twitches and movements “Mm, I sssseee I ssssstill know all the right ssspots…” The soft laugh quickly deteriorates into a pleased groan of delight, her mouth opening in a ‘O’ that was aggressive enough to look like she was about to bite down into Cyria’s neck. That bite, though, never comes, and instead she leans up a smidge more to nibble at one ear, her receding to a soft, whispering purr “Asss do you…” Another little wiggle of her hips, now embedded firmly in Cyria’s lower half, and the naga sinks away another few inches, her voice growing more and more excited though it never breaks from that soft, teasing whisper “Oh...Mmm. Cyria...You really think Viera isss in there ssssomewhere? I’ve not felt...ah!” The sudden, massive contraction of an orgasm makes Sasara’s entire body react, the long, heavy length of her coils whippin to and fro inside the moist, tight confines of the drider’s lower half. That, in turn, seems to only aid with the ‘suction’, and bit by bit, the naga begins to slide down Cyria’s torso, her hands eventually easing from behind her back to aid in slipping herself ever-deeper into her friend’s body. As expected, it takes more than a little effort for Sasara’s chest to finally ease inside, but when that happens, Sasara gives one last little wordless grin...and ‘srrp!’...disappears from sight. It was hard to imagine being ‘this full’, and with the fading stuggles of the lizardess in her stomach, and the far-more-active wiggling of Sasara’s own pleasure-induced (there was no doubt about it - she was well on her way to fingering herself to an orgasm) squirming a little further down, it was hard to even think straight. Not to mention, the added weight of a few hundred pounds of snake was difficult to manage, even with Cyria’s many legs. Yet, she manages, though her body’s efforts to ball up Sasara was an effort in futilty, and would likely remain next to impossible until the naga had finally calmed herself down...which, knowing her, would take a while.<br/><br/>When Sasara vanishes entirely from view, Naji’s smug, satisfied little smirk seems to grow only slightly larger, and she simply says “...Spicy.” That little glimmer in her eyes, though, was more than enough to realise she’d enjoyed the show far, far more than she let on...likely even moreso with her own stomach so pleasantly full.<br/><br/>With one final little stroke over her contorting and shifting stomach, Naji exhales a soft little laugh “Who’s plan? Mmm...that’s a good question. It more just...happened. Can you blame me? He kept egging me on…”  Running her tongue across her soft, red lips as if to gather up any last flavor of her orc-and-human meal that remained, she adds “...Turns out, Orc and Human goes well together. Though I have always found myself quite fond of Johan’s taste. Don’t tell him that, though. It’ll go straight to his head. Unless, of course, he ends up going...elsewhere..” Naji idly trails a finger across her small, bare breasts, adding just a little bit more weight to her words. It was almost amusing - the drow had always been a little bit on the ‘skinny and sickly’ side, and with her stomach so full, it came close to being nearly half as big as she was. Still, she seemed to be managing the weight quite well, even if she would likely not be getting up and running around (or even walking) any time soon.<br/><br/>To Johan, Naji’s stomach felt much the same as it always had - immensely soft and slimy, and without even a hint of the powerful, crushing muscles some of the OTHER stomachs he’d been in seemed to possess. Namely, Drodjee’s. It simply lacked the predatory intensity that others possessed, though he could also feel the differences his many ‘trips’ had made. The subtle changes as her stomach adjusted to larger, living food, the way it seemed to ramp up it’s acid and enzyme production just a little bit faster every time he ‘paid it a visit’. It still lacked the crushing intensity, but it did seem to be getting a little better at working it’s food (which had pretty much been exclusively him, before this point) into a snug little ball, roiling and squeezing until it was satisfied that he was snugly placated. With the addition of a half-orc, it seemed to be having a great deal more difficulty, but even then he could feel it squeezing softly downwards on his back and rump and the underside of his legs, rapidly reclaiming space it had lost during his initial entry. Thin, sticky drizzles of stomach acid trickled downwards across his back and shoulders, leaving a all-too-familiar tingle in it’s wake. Even her acids were not exactly massively powerful, and it would be quite some time before it actually began to HURT, but it was noticably different than the first time, and even the second. It was already starting to tingle, whereas his first attempt he’d stayed nearly a half-hour before he felt that first, faint hint of digestion starting to wash over him, all while listening to her smug self-assumptions that he was ‘foolish and being stacked on her breasts was pretty much the best thing to happen to him’. Of course, he’d escaped (and shortly thereafter, started a rather...interesting friendship with the drow), but she’d certainly progressed.<br/><br/>He’s only given a few, brief seconds to dwell on the progress he’d help her make before Drodjee begins to squirm again, trying to pull him underneath her. Clearly, her experience in a stomach was limited - or nonexistant - and despite her best attempts to pull him underneath her, he simply uses her body to block his own, leaving him crammed against her slick, saliva-soaked back. She was strong, but that strength meant little when coupled with the constrictive walls of Naji’s stomach, and his own experience at manuvreing in them - this one in particular.<br/><br/>((Drodjee ALMOST breaks Johan’s hold, surprisingly...but I’m still adding in a little penalty for Cyria’s venom, so she doesn’t QUITE make it! Johan still has her held! ))<br/><br/>“You...nngh...I knew I shouldn’t have surrendered!” Her voice still had a hint of grogginess to it, no doubt a product of the copious amount of venom Cyria had pumped into her neck. His little quip about ‘dragging him off into the woods’ actually makes her pause briefly, before she readjusts her grip between her own legs and grabs one of his knees, trying to yank him beneath her from the OPPOSITE direction “..There’s no reason I can’t still eat you now...just because *IM* food, doesn’t mean I can’t make sure you share that fate with m-mrk!” A slick, slimy sound accompanies Johan’s hand on the back of Drodjee’s head, her mouth suddenly clamping shut as he forces her face closer to the bottom of Naji’s stomach. It might be pitch black, but apparently she knew that ‘down’ meant acid, and the idea of getting a mouthful of it was not a pleasant one.<br/><br/>When his weight fully comes to rest on her, what she’d been trying to avoid finally happens, and Johan hears a faint spluttering sound as she briefly is dunk in a faceful of digestive juices. It might not be very high yet - it hardly covered her knees, which meant it likely only covered her face up to her ears - but it was enough to make her squirm all the more, until she’s able to pull her head up enough to get a breath of fresh air “You...are going to digest...with me. One way..or...another…!”<br/><br/><br/>Naji’s brow lifts slightly as she hears Johan’s voice from within, her smile never faltering as she continues “Mm,  I don’t know...bound to be AWFUL cramped in there. This might pretty much be the end for you..” She says simply, though even through a layer of flesh Johan can detect just a hint of mirth in her voice, right there along with that normal, condescending tone “..But really, we’ve been leading up to this. Cute as you are, I think you’ll look cuter stacked on my--oh..?” When Cyria finally manages to heave herself up off of the floor and begins to stalk towards her, Naji falls silent, watching with muted interest (and maybe just a little bit of excitement, but it was hard to tell on the drow’s face) as the drider eases herself up over her stomach and begins to lightly stroke it. Her lower lip quivers slightly, and though she’s quick to wrangle in the little overt display of excitement, it’s enough for Cyria to catch just a quick peek. Finally finding her voice again, Naji continues “...And I don’t NEED help, you’re pretty much drow food now. But…” Gazing intently at Cyria, Naji flashes her teeth in a larger-than-average grin “...I sure won’t turn it down…”<br/><br/>Ever so slowly, Naji’s red eyes close to half-lids, a throaty moan of pure delight escaping her partially parted lips as Cyria’s fingers run across the bulges that appear in her stomach, pressing them back down where they belong. When that first kiss comes (quite unexpectedly), Cyria feels the drow’s body suddenly tense up, her eyes widening just a hint in surprise...surprise that only seems to grow when that line of kisses begins to wind it way downwards across her stomach, towards the far more sensitive areas hidden below. It looked like Naji’s clothing had held (albeit just barely), though her belt was open and her leggings were nestled down on her hips further than they should have been. Given the drow’s penchant for not wearing underwear of any sort, it would only take a couple of sharp tugs to pull them down low enough for Cyria to access the soft lips of Naji’s nethers, the faint scent of arousal already tickling Cyria’s nose.<br/><br/>(It's assumed Drodjee won't be making it out, so this damage is pretty much just for Johan!<br/><br/>4 Acid, 3 crushing, for 7 total damage! FEAR THE DROWBELLY! XD <3)<br/><br/>((Naji's internal CMD is going to be 17 to escape! This is with a few small bonuses and a smidge of help from Cyria's tummyrubs! ))