Slippy and Panther ran as fast as their legs could carry them.
After Samantha had swallowed Leon, she began to lift herself up with her arms.
The two tucked their heads down, trying to increase their aerodynamic ability as they rushed forward.
Samantha's head snapped toward them, a hungry look in her eyes, which quickly changed to a confused look.
They reached the end of their paths and each forcefully thrust their two hands onto firm denim covering soft, furry flesh. They let out cries of exhaltation at their minor success. They could even see her blush a little as she reached for them. Mission accomplished as she snatched them up in her hands and shoved them both in her mouth, making her cheeks bulge with the little people. They high-fived each other from across the rows of teeth and the tongue.
Samantha, in the meantime, was trying to control her blush. The radiating pink skin was clearly visible at the lower corners of her eyes as she nervously dragged the two to the back of her throat. She gave a quick, unthinking swallow and felt the two slide painfully down her throat. Her eyes watered as they got stuck once, but a sip of water from a canteen on her desk flushed them the rest of the way down. She coughed a little, then burped as the two displaced some of the air out of her stomach.
Krystal had already moved out of the way when she heard the last gulp, and moved Wolf out of the way, too. She held him close to her chest and looked what she figured was "up" to see if she could detect movement from that hole she and so many others had come through. Of course, it was pitch black and she was surprised when she heard a double splash near her feet. From what she could tell, Leon was enjoying himself because he kept making little happy noises on the other side of the chamber. She felt Wolf begin to stir in her arms and let go of him. He groaned, "Mmm...where...Ah, damn!" He pounded his fist into the wall in anger and stood up from Krystal's lap. He quickly fell back down because of the unsturdy, muscled floor that kept moving beneath his feet.
Slippy and Panther were still giggling like schoolgirls.
Falco was kicking the stomach wall repeatedly until it shot out a bit of acid onto him because of the stimulation. He decided that perhaps that was not the best idea and sat down, muttering curses to himself.
"Well, that's that, I guess," he said after a little while, "I get the feeling ol' Foxie-boy won't be joining us in this little picnic we're having. It seems like she left him unshrunk on purpose."
Slippy said, "Ohhh...don't mention picnics. Picnics mean food, and I'm hungry right now."
A few of the people chuckled, and Krystal said, with a smile (unseen by anyone of course), "I didn't realize food could be hungry." Everybody, including the usually-scornful Wolf O'Donnell, laughed as the stomach began to fill with the weak acid that aids Samantha Weltzin's digestion.
Samantha rubbed her belly a little and looked at the still-paralyzed Fox. She wasn't sure what to do with Fox. Her PMS-insanity was beginning to abate, but she was still tempted to devour him. Perhaps even in his current size...