Fox is now sliding Krystal's thighs into his throat. He swallows again, and she's up to her knees. All that's left are her calves and boots. As much fun as this has been, Fox is glad it's almost over. He's had to hold his breath the entire time, because his windpipe has had so much pressure on it, so it'll be good to breathe. The little chuckle he gave made him lose a little bit of air, but that felt good anyway because it lessened the pressure on his lungs. He swallows again and Krystal's shins disappear into the bulge in his torso. She's up to her hips in his stomach and the rest will soon be there, he notices. Her feet give a small kick and one of her boots falls off as he swallows them down. It lands on the floor with a thunk and the Fox's torso that had been bulging out is returning to its normal shape as the rest of Krystal reaches his stomach, causing a significant mound in his gut. He sighs and licks his lips; he'd done it.
Krystal is curled up in a fetal position and listens to Fox's gurgling stomach and a faint heartbeat. She had decided long ago not to use her telepathic powers to read his mind, but she just has to know why he did it. She concentrates hard, then her eyes pop open and she laughs heartily, making Fox laugh as well. She feels him pat where her head is, probably in affection. She says to herself, smiling with irony, "So THAT'S why. Fox, you little bastard..."