The words are barely audible to Cyra's ears as she shrinks, stomach knowing it's conquered her and has but to absorb the rest of its meal before it can be empty once more. Vague emotional overtones of pleasure and gratitude manage to soak through the muscle and fat and vibrate her softening body to calm any remaining residual fear of her fate; instead, soaked to the core by heat acid, and the sound of her own gurgling digestion, Cyra relaxes and lets go. Soon enough, the hole she'd tried to flee to safety through opens up to welcome her, now that she was properly prepared for the deeper passages. Draining through in a serious of gurgling spasms, Fran's stomach shrinks below the surface of the warm water as the bulge shifts lower and deeper into the frimbo's body, the kari's digested body mingling with the fairies she'd helped Fran grind into soup before joining them herself. As she tunneled through Fran's intestines, Cyra distantly felt parts of herself be absorbed by the hungry walls around her, carefully drawing out all the usable nutrition her large body could provide. She sensed, indirectly, as the bulge shrank and redistributed much of its weight to Fran's curves, much of her own body building up as honey on the frimbo's now considerably more ample chest. Her consciousness fades, aware only of the friendly nature of the body that's taken her as part of its own as her soul eventually slips out and heads for the bowels of the gods to be processed for reincarnation...<br/><br/><br/>[[Hmm... gimme a while to think about it. I'll come up with something before another 'quest' starts, if we're doing those anymore.<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/>]]