<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>He blinked and occasionally squirmed at the slight sliminess of the sphinx's throat and tongue, but he was enjoying himself. He wriggled a bit going down her throat, arms squeezed tight against his sides as he slid down her gullet. He squinted slightly to see where he was going-a rather stupid way of putting things, rather to see how far down he was-and gulped slightly at the sight of the sphincter. <span style="font-style: italic"> That looks...tight...and uncomfortable...</span></div></blockquote><br/><br/>The length of her throat meant that when his head reached Ptricia's stomach, only his feet were poking out of her mouth. She opened up and slurped them in with a lick of her tongue, tickling the pads on the soles of his feet. His body and arms, as well as the top of his legs were constricted tightly inside the muscular tube that lead to her stomach, and as she gulped once more, his body was driven forward, the valve in front of him opening and accepting his head.<br/><br/>The sphincter sealed around his neck like a too tight collar, but not so badly that it strangled him completely, though it was hard to breath, and not just because of the vitiated air inside the stomach. The interior of her stomach was pitch black, what scraps of light there were from the other end of her throat were blocked off by the cardiac valve. The acrid scent of acids were pungent, an though he couldn't see them, he could hear gurgles and sloshes closely below him in the pit of the stomach. He was lying tipped forward, head down, but the valve was high in the wall of the stomach, not directly overhead.<br/><br/>Another quick swallow and his shoulders came through, and it felt as if with effort he might be able to draw his arms forward into the cavity.