"Mmmmmm!" Ptricia gives the mini-crow-boy one last gentle licking concentrating on his most sensitive parts, then slid him along her tongue to the back of her mouth. She gulps, and the boy gets pushed into her gullet. A couple more swallows, and he's knocking at the cardiac valve. Since Ptricia is still in quad form, it isn't so much a straight drop as a slide.<br/><br/>"I love a game bird, even when he isn't completely a bird!" She grinned. "Oh I'll tell you a tale of a bottomless gut, and an urge to relentlessly swallow. There's a digestive fate and it's waiting for you in the stomach acids below, acids belowww!" This was sung to the tune of 'Fathoms Below' from the Little Mermaid.<br/><br/>One last swallow, and Thomas is pushed through the valve to the stomach, to slide down the stomach wall into the churning acid pool at the bottom.