"You could still hop..." Ptricia said, and then moved up and bit off his other leg at the knee. She chewed, and he could feel the cake of his leg and foot being churned and mixed up with her saliva in the warm wetness of her mouth. His toe-nail claws, modelled in hard sugar candy, crunched under her molars. She swallowed and continued. "... or maybe not."<br/><br/>She laid him down on the bed and called out, "Wait there a moment..." as she went across to the godown. She came back a momenty later with a big pot of of tea, a half litre mug and a serving tray big enough for his truncated body. A cake knife rested on the tray. It was all floating along behind her like a set of obedient balloons. She set it down on an occasional table that he was sure hadn't been there before, and levitated his body over onto the tray.<br/><br/>Ptricia stretched and... shifted, reshaping into a humanoid form. She was now a winged cheetah anthro, still wearing her t-shirt, which now had a pair of tight fitting jeans to go with it, and a pair of heavy boots. She pulled up a stool and grabbed the knife. "Now we can do this properly..."