<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>He shrugged. "I had somewhat of an abrupt chilldhood, shall we say. I had to grow up fast." His interest was perked at that. "Why, how old are you?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"That's not the sort of question you ask a lady." Rheanna replied, tartly.<br/><br/>Ella giggled. "Just as well you're not a lady then, isn't it?"<br/><br/>The dragoness mock glowered at her, while Purada just smirked. "Careful you, or you might find your hindquarters mailed to Timbuktoo, or even Timbukthree if I can afford the postage."<br/><br/>Ella just said. "Hint, large economy size, just like Miss dragon... a qualified accountant, or a qualified magical artificer needs university at least. So that gives you the lower end. But I'm more interested right now in not provoking Rheanna into sending my lower parts off to parts unknown."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>He raised his eyebrow slightly. "...well, I'm game for that, but I haven't been chewed up before, so go easy on me." <span style="font-style: italic">Would Fi be pissed off if someone else did it first?</span> he thought, wondering if there was different types of virginity for vore. <span style="font-style: italic">...I think about things too much.</span></div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Excellent!" Purada jumped out of bed, and started to head downstairs. Then she stopped. "Um..."<br/><br/>Rheanna sighed. "The potion you want is labelled 'Bite Me', in the storage cabinet in bay 3. The rest you know about."<br/><br/>It only took a few moments to collect the things, and give Chris the potion. "Guarranteed to make going to pieces painless and temporary."  Rheanna said, watching the preparations.<br/><br/>Purada laid out a normal looking, already split open, hot-dog bun on the bed, and used an eye dropper to drop a second potion on it. It immediately started expanding in spurts as each drop fell. After half a dozen drops it was 5 feet long, and wide in proportion. It was just big enough to take Chris, lying flat, with his head and feet sticking out, like a sawing in half trick. A bottle of mustard sitting by the bed side suffered the same treatment, being expanded to the same scale.<br/><br/>"Cool, usually I'm the one laying down on the job!" exclaimed Ella. " Face down usually to keep my tail from being squished. Now all we need is a hot dog, and you're looking pretty hot Chris!"