Ptricia gulped again, and the rest of his body slid into the stomach. At her current scale it wasn't particularly constricting, about the size of a large refuse bag, so there was an air gap, though Chris ended up having to huddle up. The acids were currently only a few inches deep, sloshing and churning around the lowest parts of his body but there was already a ticklish feeling where they were in contact with his body.<br/><br/>Ptricia was clearly using the part of her spell-like reformation ability that allowedher to suppress the pian of being digested,so it wasn't uncomfortable when the level of warm fizzing acid started rising around him, more like a jaccuzi. The fur on the lower part of his body started to fizz away as the biologcal acids did their work.