<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>He coughed again as the rest of him slid into her belly and he curled up, stealing short breaths to avoid having to breathe too much of the sharp, acidic air. He squirmed a bit as he felt his fur start to fizz away and he shut his eyes, remembering how it was with Fiana, knowing that he didn't want to see himself dissolving.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>From inside her stomach, he could hear Ptricia's heartbeat, like the timekeeping beat of her bass drum, and the sighing sound as she caught her breath. Her voice rumbled through him, transmitted through the vibrations in her body as well as her speech. "Just relax in there, warm and cozy... I was right, you are very tasty, especially your pads." His flesh was now melting away, following his fur. If there had been light, an observer would have seen bone peeking out in some areas.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>After a while his air ran out and his eyes lost focus as he flopped back, unconcious, as Ptricia's acids rose up over him.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia waited until all movement had ceased, and she could feel the ends of bones poking her stomach walls, then triggered Chris's reformation. He appeared next to her, still clad in black boxers.