OOC: Sorry, but I'm going to intersperse responses. I want to enjoy this. And the whole point was that he travel through the normal corridors in full size and only shrink back at the air con room. If you're using the ducts, your description is wrong.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>His expression grew more and more uneasy throughout her speech as he realized what he was going to have to do. "Son of a bitch." He groaned and looked down at her. "Alright. Don't you automatically reform once you're digested, or something?" He gathered up everything and put it in his pack, and then he turned around to see the tiny gingerbread figure, gulping a bit. It looked so much like her....</div></blockquote><br/><br/>It tried to sit up, slumped and spoke. "Looks like the animation spells still work, but my screwed up magic is messing with my coordination, though my head's clearer. Well, down the hatch. You know, I've  never done the prey side of things before."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>He picked it up nervously, staring at it for a moment, before closing his eyes, quickly shoving it into his mouth and swallowing it, wincing a bit as it stretched his throat.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>She wriggled a bit in his hand, clearly getting comfortable. As her feet and lower legs slid into the back of his throat, she exclaimed, "You should chew your food, you'll choke!" Nevertheless, she bent her knees so her lower legs went more easily into his gullet. As her breasts passed under his teeth, she reached up nad grabbed his inscisors, using them as hand holds to turn herself over so her front rested on his tongue, and her waist bent allowing the rest of her legs to slip down easily. She pushed off from his inscisors, wriggling down his easophagus  as if trying to wriggle into a tight sleeping bag.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>"Oh, man, I really hope I don't have to do that again." He quickly took the shrinking potion, pulled his mask on, clambered up and scrambled through the ducts, conscious that he needed every second in order to be in a safe place for the frenzy. He followed her instructions with a couple of expected wrong turns, before locating the room with the humming and carving his route out of there.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Once back on the platform of the cage that lowered them down the air con shaft from the building above, pressing the red button had some interesting effects. Four skid-like tracks unfolded from underneath the platform and sought the for edges of the main duct. A double set of fireworks also were somehow attached to the inner sides of each of the skis. Alkl fouur ignited without a touch paper and the whole cage rose up the shaft like a rocket propelled elevator. Just before it hit the solid ceiling of the shaft, a set of rockets detatched, leaving only one set for propulsion. The loose rockets hit the ceiling ahead of the cage, and exploded, sending the ceiling flying off.<br/><br/>The cage continued up out of the shaft, and into the open air. As the rockets burned out, rather than exploding, each tip deployed a large handkerchief parachute. The four shootsa caught the nigh breeze, and allowed the platform to float down, drifting well away from the building they'd just raided.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Once he was back on the ground, he scurried away from the Repulse building in his shrunk form for a block or two, before going back to full size in an alley, and starting the run back to Ptricia's. He didn't want to use his bike as his coordination was being affected by the impending frenzy, which was getting worse every minute.<br/><br/>Once he'd reached Ptricia's place he hurried in and stripped down to his boxers, not wanting to wreck any of his clothes, closed his eyes and started deep breathing to slow down the frenzy a bit, hoping Ptricia would reform ASAP.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Since the potion had been jiggered to make his wish for her to reform the trigger, she did. Her clothes had been destroyed by the repeated transformations, but she took no heed, instead calling out, "Downstairs. I'll get you into a secure room..." Then she fell down, legs buckling under her. "Damn, still out of it. Third room on the left, lowest level. Still unfurnished. Lock yourself in, password 'Baby buggy'. I'll get a carcase to you as soon as I'm recovered from being mostly dead."