She reached down and pressed her own hand against one of the paw-prints she could see and feel on her stomach. "Oh, yes. That was excellent. There's something to be said for simplicity."<br/><br/>She gilped down air, doing her best to extend his consciousness time in her belly. She could feel the acids gurgling up around him, covering his feet and rear up to the base of his tail. Chris couls also feel the lukewarm liquids, and smell the acrid scent. A familiar fizzing sensation covered his hindquarters and feet.<br/><br/>"One thing, I arranged the morning off, but I have to be in work this afternoon, and I don't think I can fully digest you in that time. However, I've got an alternative, one that should also give you some breakfast. I have a pop-tart maker, something Ptricia found for me..."