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"Hey, Trissie," Zeeeah caught the pup's attention, smiling. "C'n I see your keys?" The glossy caramel yinglet swayed her tail, long stick-like legs wiggling at the edge of the couch. When she was standing, she hardly met three feet, not including her large ears. That is unless she braced her tail against the floor to make her torso more upright, like anthros usually stood.

The big labrador dug into his pocket and pulled out his little novelty raygun keychain with his car and house keys attached. "Sure, why?" He passed the jangly assortment into her grasping, out-held hand.

Smile turning to a playful smirk, the rubbery ying parted her jaws. Like the semisolid 'tuft' at the end of her tail and the insides of her ears, Zeeeah's mouth was lined with a high gloss teal material that looked quite pliable. Her shelltooth and supporting lower teeth glistened pure white, helping her caramel lips frame the sight. And with a quick motion she tossed Tris' keys into the parting of her maw.

The pup yelped softly in surprise, blushing. "H-hey!"

Zeeeah snapped her mouth shut with a slightly wet 'squirk' sound. Making no attempt to justify her action, she looked over the curve of her cheek at the pup with one eye, head tilted back and to one side. She placed one finger against the hollow on the underside of her jaw and swallowed firmly. A lump appeared in her neck, crossing the pair of green bands in her caramel coat with her indicating finger teasingly in tow.

When her touch crossed to her flat chest and the bulge vanished, Tris squirmed in his jeans on the couch. "W-why'd you do that?"

She grinned, suddenly up on her hands facing him, the rest of her long, curved body draped along the sofa cushion. Her eyes were still lidded like when she had swallowed, however. "You're not going to go driving off wizout me, are you?"

The lab fidgeted, averting his eyes bashfully and glancing down at her seemingly unchanged midsection. Tris' cheeks were very clearly glowing purple with his blush, just visible through his dark fur. He attempted to feign nonchalance by pressing his glasses up the bridge of his muzzle. Zeeeah had been known to get teasey but he hadn't seen this line of fluster coming.

Unable to keep still, she wiggled her hind legs where they lay on either side of her tail, before rolling onto her back with enough force to cause a little muffled jingle of keys to come from her midsection. Grinning up at the chubby pup from nearly in his lap, she prodded her flat stomach. "Nice and safe in me."

This had the desired effect of sending the pup into a flustered fidget, bashfully looking away. Tris' cheeks and up into his ears showed clear signs of his blush continuing to burn.

With a flexible, fluid but still sudden motion, Zeeeah was up on her paws next to the couch, tail stroking along his throat on her way past. The semisolid 'tuft' was smooth and soft, and the touch nearly made the pup flop over to follow it. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to use ze restroom. Down the hall on ze right, right?"

Stroking his throat, Tris nodded with a bashful swallow. "Yeah, can't miss it." The pup was suddenly happy that she had decided to stop by when his housemates weren't in. He wasn't sure he could explain to them why he was getting so flustered by a yinglet!

The species didn't usually mix into normal anthro society, preferring to stay on the outskirts in their own communities, called 'enclaves'. Most of what Tris knew about yinglets, he had learned from Zeeeah, when she wasn't being insufferable like this. He huffed and picked up his smartphone. Opening the browser, the labrador typed into the search engine 'how to make a yinglet spit something up'.

The article titles didn't seem to have much to go by. He swapped to the image result tabs and blushed. A lot of pictures of different yinglet's open mouths, often with non-food items in them. Squirming in his seat, he swapped to the video results tab and the first result's thumbnail had a dalmatian with their arm buried to the shoulder into a yinglet's jaws!

Tris peeked back over his shoulder, blushing, and put in his earbud to watch the video without it being broadcast on the phone's speakers. The cold open of the video was much like the thumbnail, but unlike the still image, at the higher resolution and with movement, the pup could make out the form of the other dog's buried arm in the yinglet's narrow torso, all the way down nearly to the genital slit hidden in their fuzz. In the lower abdomen, the dally's hand was very obviously grasping around.

The labrador sunk on the couch a bit, regretting his decision with every second. He... was he looking forward to reaching in to get his keys like that? It was... oddly alluring. He perked, taking out his earbuds and listening, peeking back over the back of the sofa slightly. What was taking her so long in the bathroom?

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Zeeeah rolled her eyes back in her head, stifling a groan in her stretched throat. Unbeknownst to Trissie, she had taken the first door on the right instead of the second, into his bedroom.

The normally cluttered space was oddly clean, a slight gloss covering every surface. Where there was a bookshelf was empty wall, where there was a chest of drawers, nothing. Where there had been an overflowing closet was practically nothing, not even the hangers. In fact the only things that appeared to be left in the empty room was a poster tube, a handheld game console in its dock with the associated wiring, and about a quarter of Tris' king size bed.

The other three quarters of the broad item were massively stretching Zeeeah's upper half. From her hips upward, her caramel form had distorted to coat the bed, the shape of the legs at its foot squeezing a bit of her inner lining between them and the hardwood floor. Thankfully those points had no need to move just yet. The rubber yinglet's waist, chest, and neck stretched to encompass more and more.

Her jaws were wide enough cheek to cheek to nearly encompass Trissie from the side, a thought that made her fidget her hindlegs. Zeeeah's tail scooped around the poster tube and wrapped it in a single loop. Without looking, she angled one blunt end of the cylinder up to her genital slit and pressed. This time she couldn't stop the moan, but the mattress against her incredibly stretched palate certainly muffled it. With no regard to how incredibly stretched she was, the tube rapidly sank beneath her tail, sending blissful quivers through her rubber body.

Certainly helping her endeavor was the fact that every single thing in this bedroom tasted of Trissie, just as his keys had~

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Over the low sound of his earbuds, the pup perked as he heard Zeeeah returning. The familiar squirk of her glossy body rubbing against itself was there, but he was surprised by how low the sound of her steps on the hardwood was. He could have sworn it was little light taps when she walked away... not thuds. He sat up, tugging his earbuds free, and turned around to look over the back of the couch.

Zeeeah was smirking smugly, the underside of her throat shaped like the dock for his handheld console. On either side of her shelltooth was the power cord and the cable to connect to a television. She very audibly swallowed, the lump travelling down her neck and trailing the wires like noodles. She thoomed along to the side of the couch, swaying her tail playfully as the plugs vanished past her lips. "Hey, Trissie." Only then did he realize she held the game system itself in her hands.

"Zeeeah, why did you eat that too?" Tris was breathing a bit shallower as she effortlessly turned his fluster back up. He brushed his dyed bangs out of his eyes, watching her intently.

The rubber yinglet casually detached the wireless controllers from the system, placing one onto her tongue. Before Tris could object, Zeeeah swallowed the left hand controller, raising her head enough that the much taller pup could see the lump appear in the soft of the underside of her jaw before travelling down. She leveled her head to look him straight in the eyes. "It all tastes like you, Trissie." She winked, slipping the right hand controller into her mouth and repeating the same, teasing swallow.

The chubby dog bit his lip, staring... did she mean... what did that mean? Was.... Was she hungry for him? Or was she just teasing?

Zeeeah took advantage of Tris' speechless state, pivoting the last piece of the console around in her grip to reveal the screen, displaying an image of the pup's digital avatar for online play. She eased the rectangular device into her jaws at an angle that the labrador could still see the screen, before swallowing it down with a loud, exaggerated swallow.

"Zeeeah..." Tris started, trailing off. He gasped at what she did next.

The rubbery yinglet's torso stretched, growing longer rapidly. Before his eyes she got her body to his own length, then kept going, her head and arms playfully diving around his torso. Before Tris could do anything to stop it, a loop of caramel shine had pinned his arms to his sides, then another wrapped around to join it, and another pulled his hips from the couch. Zeeeah's form kept stretching as her hind legs casually walked over to where his legs were dangling over the front of the sofa.

"H-how long h-has this been a thing?" The labrador fidgeted against her soft, stretchy form. When he looked down he saw half a dozen loops of her body leading down to his hips, with her hind legs, hips and tail just proudly standing on the floor between his feet.

Zeeeah plucked the pup's smartphone from his slack grasp between two loops and brought her shoulders up beside his head. "Neat trick, huh? I can tell you like it~" She casually eased her arms around his head, pinning his ear to her throat. "Bet you'll like zis one too~" She placed his smartphone, case and all, onto her teal tongue and slurped it into her mouth. The ying suckled over it like candy for a moment, making sure the wet sounds travelled right to Tris' ear. Then she swallowed.

Tris let out a shuddery groan as the loud sound of the gulp was accompanied by the feeling of the neck flexing against the side of his face... shortly followed by the sensation of his smartphone sliding down against his temple, down his cheek to his jaw, and then away, on the other side of the elastic hide of the teasey yinglet. "A-Are you going to eat everything I own...?" He stammered, his blush almost unbearable.

Easing herself up a bit higher so that she could cross her arms on top of his head and giving him a squeeze with her coiled body for good measure, Zeeeah mused playfully. "Of course. You'll want all of it when you move into your new home~" She let out a sigh, easing her arms off his heliotrope hair-poof.

The black labrador felt a couple warm droplets land on his ears and in his hair. Wait... if she was eating things to put them in his new home then... He tilted his head back to see her teal maw filling his vision.

Zeeeah struck with a blissful groan, lunging her jaws down over him. She didn't stop until her shelltooth met the first loop of her stretched body, snug around his upper arms, reducing his head and shoulders into snug bulges in her neck. She slowly unwound that loop and began to swallow.

Inside, Tris gasped sharply at the sudden onset of darkness and her tight warmth. His nostrils were filled with an even stronger version of the caramel and rubber scent he had gotten accustomed to, being around the strange yinglet. He fidgeted, mostly able to move his legs and tail, resulting in shifting on the couch.

Apparently noticing this, the elongated ying casually used her leverage to topple Tris over onto his side on the couch. Though really, it was her own loops of body that hit the cushions. She removed another coil, swallowing firmly past his elbows, assured that her soft and elastic nature meant that she wasn't going too fast for his body, even if it was faster than he could process.

The pup's legs wiggled, pressed together by the change in orientation of his body. Blushing deeply somewhere in her throat, he made a decision. He grunted, lifting his legs up onto the couch and kept them held together. Soon after, he felt that her tail was stretching just as easily as her torso had, looping up his legs and holding them snugly away from the cushions.

As Zeeeah got his feet neatly curled in the tuft at the end of her tail, she smiled. What a good puppy she'd chosen! She couldn't praise him like she should, however, since her mouth was very full. And also her neck. And her chest. And a good foot or two of her elongated waist. As she got down to only two loops of her upper body around his arms and soft middle, she was looking more like a vacuum-sealed form over a pup than a very long yinglet.

Within, Tris couldn't help himself. He was starting to nuzzle and rub his face into every soft, welcomingly clingy surface. He wondered how far down her stomach would be, considering just how long her body had gotten... would he land on his keys? Surely she wouldn't let that befall the pup, with just how tenderly she was nibbling over his plump midsection. Her teeth weren't even sharp, squishing as elastically as the rest of her.

When she ran out of upper body loops, everything from her hips up were either the long noodle body leading up to where the bulge of Tris' head was or was the part of her forming the bulge of his torso to his hips. Zeeeah swallowed firmly, starting to undo loops of her tail as she worked his jean-clad rump into her mouth, quietly appreciating the pear-shape of the labrador.

Powerful gulps continued to contract and pull around the increasingly encased pup, his tail twitching a bit as its base slipped into her throat with what was now most of his body. Tris' toes curled and splayed a bit as his ankles continued to be held snugly together, feeling the almost goopy texture of the ying's rubber tail-tuft wrapped snugly around his feet.

Zeeeah swallowed eagerly, claiming the last of his thighs, one last loop to remove before just the tuft of her tail was holding him. With it pulled away, she gulped again, striving towards his ankles. The culmination of all of her stretching and claiming was soon to come. When her snout pressed into the semisolid teal mass of her tuft, she finally removed her tail, tilting her head back as she felt her position bend her pup's legs, thankfully the way they were supposed to.

Tris panted softly, realizing that he was almost fully sealed within. He couldn't think of anything to do but keep nuzzling into the slick, rippling walls as they pulled on him in waves, deeper and deeper. Then, her jaws shut, and all he could feel was her.

The ying pressed her hands onto her cheeks with a blissful sigh, savoring the moment of having her puppy fully contained. Then she swallowed again. There were still a couple feet from the nuzzling bulge of Tris' head and her hips, now casually resting atop one of the arms of the sofa. But that changed quickly. Like a rubber band being released, her lower half suddenly shot up towards her chest, obliterating any sign of the contained dog to the outside world in its wake.

The labrador gasped as he suddenly felt everything squeeze tighter and tighter on him, compressing down... and then Tris felt himself press through the entrance into a snug, quite empty stomach, not containing anything he had seen (or not seen) her consume. He tested the elasticity, squirming a bit. Bundled up in a fetal position, he could hardly move, only just enough to be able to feel just how strong the resistance Zeeeah's stomach had to his movement. The walls contracted and squeezed, rippling and massaging. Slowly, he realized he was being rotated within the snug chamber.

Zeeeah sat up on the couch cushion with another happy sigh, her thin, stick-like legs dangling off the edge. Once again she was a ying that would stand no taller than three feet, not including the ears. Slowly stroking her stomach with her fingers, she flicked and swayed her tail, 'painting' against the back of the sofa with her tuft. She felt the puppy inside her being turned about and arranged properly, as well as his feeble attempts to press against her strong stomach walls. "My Trissie~"

Trissie blushed deeply, squirming a bit stronger at the words... it wasn't like he could contradict it... he was very effectively claimed.

The caramel yinglet hopped off the couch onto her feet with a thud that shook the window. She giggled a bit at that, and raised her arms up over her head, as if stretching. The thing that actually stretched, however, was her torso, elongating once again.

Within, the pup felt the stomach changing shape and pressing on him, forming more oblong and uncurling him, while also clinging tighter... He groaned out, feeling the surface of the rubbery wall conform to his features.

Zeeeah quivered, feeling more than seeing that Trissie's face had bulged out just beneath her chest, a muffled moan displayed in his open mouth. Faintly, his shoulders, hips and legs could be made out as well in the stretched out midsection. Then she released the stretch, snapping back down to normal with a happy moan, smiling dreamily.

Instantly, Trissie felt himself get forced back into the curled up position, blushing deeply... He was totally hers, at her whim... and it felt... comfortable... even if it did leave him rather flustered.

The yinglet happily thudded her way to the front door of the house, setting the knob to lock on her way through. Zeeeah walked out into the sun, swaying her tail with a content... if a bit smug expression on her face. She perked... One of the keys on that keychain was to a car. She turned her head and spotted the pup's parked sedan, glinting in the sunlight.

The hidden labrador felt the gentle sway of her walking, along with the powerful massaging of the stomach walls starting to sooth him... His blush faded as he accepted this comfortable embrace, as unconventional as it was. He hardly noticed that the walls were starting to get wetter, tingling against his flesh.

Zeeeah couldn't help herself. The car was making her drool uncontrollably. She looked around to see if anyone was watching, before bending down to check out the front grill. As she thought about how best to go about wrapping herself over the three quarters of a ton of fiberglass and metal, she felt her stomach working Trissie down. After all, he didn't want him to have to deal with his car getting shoved in there with him.

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Trissie slowly awakened, tucked into the sheets of his bed, head on his pillow... Immediately, he noticed things weren't as he remembered his bedroom. The lavender paint on the walls so pale that one could be forgiven for thinking it was white, for example. The wall on the other side of his sleeping laptop was a familiar glossy teal... as was his bedding. The headboard was a very familiar caramel shine. Rolling over, the bookshelves were caramel gloss as well. Everything smelt of...

Zeeeah eased her arms around him from behind, where she hadn't been moments prior when he'd been looking that way. The ying raised her hands to bring something slick against his throat. "Mine."

Trissie realized what it was as she sealed it around his throat. A collar. The pendant that he'd worn for years was now the tag placed upon it. Craning his neck to look, the inscription 'If lost, return to Zeeeah' was added to the pendant. "Mistress?" He perked. He'd meant to call her by her name... that realization made him blush almost as deep as the realization that he'd been collared.

"Welcome home, Trissie." The glossy ying embraced the labby snugly, nuzzling just above the newly applied collar. "I worked hard on making zis the best collar for ze best puppy!"

Blushing, Trissie bared his throat to the nuzzles, an instinctually submissive action as he laid in the bed that now matched her... in a bedroom that matched her. "You did?"

Zeeeah reached back to stroke at the back of his neck, then settled her hand onto the back of his collar. "It's got a special feature~" The caramel ying crooned, before tucking her fingers into a loop that had been hidden where the buckle should have been. With a greedy yank, the loop extended out of the material until she had a full leash coming off the collar. "For walkies... and heeling." She grinned playfully.

The puppy quivered, feeling all those flustered squirms reasserting themselves through his body. "M-Miiistresss..." He whined, blushing deeply.

She gently turned his head, tilting her own muzzle to give him a soft kiss without her shell-tooth getting too much in the way. "All my yinglets are going to love humping you when I bring you back to ze enclave..."

Trissie let out a flustered squeak at that. Other yinglets....? All... pulling his leash and taking him... he blushed deeper as he realized how much he wanted to try...

Zeeeah crooned, gently tugging his leash as she pressed up behind him. "Me first, zough~"