With the first swallow, I begin to slurp down the dragonair, forcing her head down my throat. The tongue movements now stroke up and down her underbelly, beads of saliva running along it as I slowly slurp her in, now treating Tane almost like a large noodle. My paws lowered slowly to my belly, as I readed for my meals arrival into it, and Tane was held in place by my physic powers alone. With a strong slurp I pull her in three fourths of the way, my snowy tummy expanding in size to contain the dragonair as she slid down the slick sticky throat, and down to join the countless cookies in my stomach.