[[That does indeed successfully digest Cyra! Happy to play it out as long as you like~]]<br/><br/>The kari knows she's winning. One leg above the next, always keeping herself anchored with four legs and reaching up with two, shimmying up the throat. Even Fran's distorted voice doesn't jar her as she braces against the vibrations that brings to the frimbo's throat. But then, the magic lapses at exactly the wrong time, just as the wily frog-girl had planned, and Cyra feels the throat squeezing her more harshly as she grows inside it. The pressure on her spindly legs increases, and soon Cyra's just holding on, not daring to let even one leg go to haul herself one of the precious few inches left between her and freedom- or at least another going over by that sticky tongue. As throat crushes her more and more tightly, it caresses her body in its awkward position lodged in her throat, and then squeezes again and again. "What are- NO!" She screams as she feels one squeeze jar loose a leg. That's all it takes; soon, a chain reaction takes hold where the increased gunshot-loud gulping noise pushes her back downward. She scrabbles for another leghold, yelling wordlessly, but to no avail; the familiar sphincter only holds her up for a second on her rear before slurping open and letting the throat push her now full-size body into Fran's stomach.<br/><br/>Fran's stomach bulges with the entirely too large form of the kari inside, as the stomach stretches all the way to its limit to contain the monster. Were Cyra not weakened by the time she'd already spent inside Fran's stomach, all it would take is getting one leg hooked out and she'd be able to pull herself free easily. Unfortunately, with all the acid that the frimbo's hungry stomach had produced while she was trying to climb to freedom, Cyra is rapidly shoved under the slimy, insidious fluid and turned around until she doesn't know what way is up. Uncoordinated, she flails helplessly at the clinging, kneading walls to try to find some crack, but the potent acids have already slipped into her body. Her lush lower lips tingle with incredible pleasure as the frimbo's acids work on them, softening them and bringing the hapless kari to incongruous pleasure as she writhes inside Fran's body. The pleasure of her private parts digesting stops her struggles, and soon her weak kicking takes a different rhythm. Moaning under the acid, every time Cyra lets some of her perverse pleasure take voice, more of the frimbo's hungry acids get into her own body. It's only a minute later that she gives one last scream, climaxing and collapsing in a weakened, conquered lump inside the frimbo's stomach. Though she doesn't know it, the stretchy belly of the frimbo is already starting to shrink, Cyra's flesh softening and the wallls kneading her increasingly pliable body into a ball, not quite ready for absorption but soon to be funneled deeper into her underestimated devourer.