Fiana woke up shortly afterwards, finding her bed lacking in wolf. Checking her belly had continued to shrink (which meant she hadn't simply been sleep-eating) she padded out the door and used the facilities, then headed up to the kitchen. Orange juice  was required, large amounts of orange juice. Her belly was back to nroimal, or almost. The magical surgical procedure she'd undergone several years ago that had given her the cartoon-like stretchiness and rapid digestion needed to pull this kind of vore stunt had been expensive (she was still paying back the loan) but so worth it.<br/><br/>She found Chris there. "Hey big boy! You're up early... well not _up_ yet, but I can soon change that."