He was pusheed down her throat, arms trailing, until he was queezed through the cardiac valve into her distended stomach. He ended up all balled up, muzzle resting on knees with his arms squoze in wherever they could find room.<br/><br/>He could hear her gasping, taking deep breaths, and a little of that air flowed in through the cardiac valve. Though he only had a small pocket of space in front of his eyes and muzzle, he didn't seem to be suffocating. The air was actinic, hot and wet and sharp smelling, but he felt no distress. In fact there was a certain dreamy calm to it.<br/><br/>On the outside, Fiana's breathing returned to normal, and she put one handpaw under her extended abdomen, which bulged from just under her breasts in a massive half circle and rested on her thighs.<br/><br/>"Ahhh!" She sighed, and licked her lips. "Ohhhh! Was it good for you too, my lean and lightfurred lunch? Just relax, and let yourself drift off. You'll reform automatically when you lose consciousness. Or you can will yourself to reform, but please don't. I want to feel you inside me, filling me, completing me..."<br/><br/>She sagged backwards, resting on the sofa with her white furred belly rising like a gibbous moon above her. Inside her, stomach acids began to flow, and Chris found his skin start to tingle.