OOC: I was giving you the chance for more comentary.<br/><br/>Ptricia heaved, and the squirrel girl was squashed into her mouth, boobs, shoulders, until there was just a head, tail tip, and a pair of waggling arms, pressed tight against the sides of the head. Tamara had just time to say, "I regret nothing!", before Ptrica swallowed her upto the elbows, and then hands, and finally she was reduced to a bulge travelling down the human-form sphinx's neck.<br/><br/>Ptrica breathed deeply, and patted her distended stomach. "Ahh... Best seat in the house, surround sound, personal conformal seating, and a backstage pass. You comfy in there?" There was a muffled, "Yes!"<br/><br/>As a matter of fact, she'd done this in human form because her sphinx form used more of her natural magical reserves. That meant she could divert ore magical energy to reinforcing the support enchantments that would keep Tamara alive and comfortable inside her. Even though she'd eventually consume the old body, she'd be making a serious net loss on the energy required.<br/><br/>She waddled back to the drums and sat down ready for the second set.