"Maybe I should check out that thing your drummer mentioned to Babs. Aparently she knows this bakery that can invest your spirit in a duplicate body made of cake... That'd be safe enough. But for now..."<br/><br/>She handed him the reformation potion and watched him gulp it down. "Bottoms up... and head down, my throat that is."<br/><br/>She loomed over him, and descended, jaws wide, enfolding his muzzle. His entire face was inside her mouth, and Chris could feel Fiana's teeth pushing down on his ears.She's clearly made perparations, as the inside of her mouth smelled minty and fresh. Her jaws worked forward alternately, and with each step, another inch of his head was drwan inside her. It seemed impossible that the head of the vixen, slightly smaller and more slender than his own, could encompass his, but she was managing it.<br/><br/>His muzzlewas quickly jammed against the back of her throat, and she shifted so it could start to slide into her neck. Her tonsils squished up against the roof of her throat as they were pushed back by the top of his head.