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Gull tore into an old flyer methodically, making short rips every centimeter along the edges as they paced around the kitchen. The stocky wolverine kept glancing up at the clock. Surely, he was close to home by now...?

The front door's knob turned and the hinges squeaked, telling them that he had indeed arrived. Powerwalking to the entryway of the apartment, the wolverine tucked the torn flyer behind their back.

Baler closed the door behind him, the broad-shouldered musk deer loosening his tie. Even through his office clothes, his muscles were obvious. His tusks rested just beneath his chin on either side, keeping his lips slightly parted with their presence, as usual. "Evening honey." He smiled, though his glance quite noticeably darted to each fidgeting point on his partner's body.

The wolverine let the hand hiding the flyer drop to their side. "Baler, I need... I need some 'alone time', is that okay?"

Strong features softened with love for his partner, the muscular cervid nodded, starting to undo his belt as he walked past his partner towards the bedroom they shared.

Gull breathed deeply, taking in their partner's scent for a long moment, before turning to follow. By the time they arrived at the bedroom, Baler had already gotten ready.

The musk deer had swapped out his work tusks, simple plastic, for the more ostentatious pair of golden tusks he preferred at home. But more obvious to anyone entering the room as his partner was: He had lost his pants entirely and unbuttoned his shirt. His well-built core was peeking from between the folds of the button-up, and beneath a fluffy patch of pubic fur was his own folds.

The wolverine quicky shed out of their far more casual home wear, struggling a little with the shake in their hands. Soon enough, Gull stood bare, their null groin exposed to the air as much as their partner's sex.

Baler beckoned Gull closer with a large hoof-tipped finger. When the wolverine complied, he gently placed his palm on his partner's shoulder and began to lightly press down.

Even though Gull had experienced this many times, it never ceased to amaze them how the bedroom and their partner seemed to grow larger with that pressure, the hand on their shoulder spreading to spill out over their arm. But truthfully, they knew that they had shrunk in size.

When the wolverine had reached the height of his hips on the bed, Baler removed his hand and sat back, spreading his thighs out wider in invitation.

The wolverine stepped forward, tail swaying and flicking, before gently pressing their trembling fingers to spread Baler's labia. Gull felt that same large hand cup behind their head, guiding them in. They closed their eyes, then let the weight of that hand drive them forward.

Baler groaned at the now familiar sensation of his partner's face spreading his folds, holding back the desire to clench and pull upon them. The musk deer shifted his hooves on the floor as he felt the wolverine's arms press in alongside their face, reaching up into the passage beyond.

Gull pushed up off the floor with their feet, hands grasping and trying to help get their body to sink in deeper. They lost contact with the floor, kicking their feet a bit as they flexed their arms just to keep from slipping free. No matter how many times they did this, it was always difficult to get any traction. That is, until Baler began to flex.

And the musk deer closed his eyes, trained muscles squeezing and pulling upon the diminished body of his partner. In a powerful ripple, Gull's body was dragged up past their hips. Another flex, and the wolverine's legs were slipping away. With a single thick fingertip, he made sure his partner's feet were tucked in as well.

The wolverine could feel the taut muscular ring of the cervix spreading open to once again accept them into the core of their partner's loins. Their hands reached out on the other side to find the uterine walls as pillowy as last time they had made the trip. Tremble decreasing, Gull tucked their head between their arms as the vaginal walls continued to ripple and pull them deeper.

Baler flexed, lightly biting his lower lip with an incisor, revealing the frame holding his tusks in place. He could feel the small shape of his partner passing through that tight, snug spot. Slowly, the area beneath his navel visibly shifted as the mass of a shrunken wolverine was fully deposited into his womb. He placed his hand over the bulge, feeling the shape of Gull inside.

Deep within, Gull had curled up into the appropriate position, tail tucked up between their legs. The walls of the uterus were taut, stretched by the presence of a whole, if shrunken person. But they knew what was next.

The musk deer gently pressed again, like he had on the wolverine's shoulder before. At the same time, he flexed his abdominals. Beneath his touch, the shape of his partner faded away.

Once that was finished, the wolverine found themself tucked into a far larger seeming womb, the pillowy walls loose and cradling rather than showing any signs of strain. Gull hugged a fold of the uterine wall, nuzzling into it.

Baler stood and put on some old jeans that were better suited for lounging around the house, before fully removing his tie. He looked in the mirrored door to their closet and gave a flex, smiling at the vision of himself like a male model. "Alright honey. Tell me when you'd like to come out again." The musk deer headed back towards the kitchen, time to get some din in his opinion.

Gull, meanwhile, let out a low sigh, the shake in their hands and twitches in their tail finally tapering off.