(OOC: Yes. You're willing to let me have fun with some ideas. The idea of someone who's not just been eaten, but turned into a foodstuff, is a favourite of mine, as is the idea of someone ending up in more than one stomach, or being split up into living pieces in general (needless to say I'm a sucker for sawing in half and mismade lady illusions. One thing you could do is let Chris do at least some pred. I know he has his problem, but if he'd unbend enough to eat a cookiefied girl, or a girl mikshake, I'd have fun describing the distaff side. Or you could run an NPC character for Ptricia.)<br/><br/>I'll close out this vore sequence with two more responses then we can move onto something else. Do you enjoy my NPC characters? I'm doing my best to give them personalities and make them fun to play with.)<br/><br/>One more bite on each side reduced Chris to a set of hips resting on a pretty much disintegrated roll. Ella spun it round upright, letting Purada have the remains of the bread, and nipped off Chris's weiner and meatballs in one bite, letting them rest on her tongue, and teasing them to see if the white wolf was still focussed enough to respond.<br/><br/>"'oo 'an 'ave 'ee 'es'!" she mumbled.<br/><br/>Purada took the disembodied white wolf hindquarters, and turned them round. "Don't speak with your mouth full!"<br/><br/>The lioness engulfed the hips, and all that was visible was Chris's tail sticking out from her mouth.<br/><br/>(OOC: Is it wagging?)