Phry’s eyes glow, and gradually, the world around David seems to change. His vision fades from staring into Phry’s eyes to... staring at the ceiling. He’s now lying on his back on a soft surface, and in the corner of his eye, he can see a ‘giant’ version of himself in some kind of meditative or hypnotic trance. It soon becomes clear that his mind has been transferred to the tiny clone of himself, and he is now in Phry’s hand. She brings her hand up to her face to examine the tiny fox. “So how does it feel?” She asks, “Can you move everything alright?” Being the size of one of her fingers, the breaths she exhale as she speaks feel like gusts of hot wind that threaten to blow him away.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Ersiab moans softly in delight as he tastes Blue’s cock once again. Soon however, he proceeds in sucking more of his body down. After a few more gulps and a bit more stretching, he eventually reaches Blue’s shoulders, and then snakes out his tongue, wrapping it around the elf’s head to aid in pulling the rest of him inside.