Fox then remembers reading that if a creature's head can fit into an opening, with the right amount of twisting and force, the rest of the body can fit in. He can't believe he forgot such a small physiology lesson, but shrugs and twists her arms behind her back, forcing her chest more firmly onto his tongue and bottom row of teeth. He feels a muffled yelp from his esophagus. He pulls some more...
Krystal, in the meantime, is amazed at her ability to breathe this deep in his throat, but then remembers she has on a device that allows her to breathe in any environment. "I guess he's not so special after all," she thinks, "his interior probably doesn't supply air, just like the rest of us." This silly thought makes her smile. Just then, she feels her arms violently wrenched and her shoulders somewhat dislocated. She gives a yelp of pain, but blushes because that, too, is fairly silly. She feels her shoulders slide past the muscular entrance her head had only recently gone through. She feels her shoulder blades, ribcage, and breasts follow suit shortly after. All she can think about now is that her nice outfit that cost her so much is going with her into this friend's stomach, and that makes her a bit sad. It has her parents' family jewel located in the middle of the chest, and she's sure that they wouldn't like where that's going.