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"Hey, Leng. Roll a dexterity saving throw to avoid getting crushed by the Minotaur.~"

Leng whimpered as he sat across the table from his friend Neil, the mewse more than a bit scared as he reached for his D20. It was D&D night, and though all of their other friends had left for the evening, Leng head decided to go on a solo side quest for some extra experience, and Neil was more than happy to oblige and DM it for him! Because it was Leng and Neil, though, these sessions usually ended up pretty lewd, and that was mostly why the mewse was shaking in his seat. If he failed this saving throw, he had absolutely no idea what Neil was going to pull out to punish him for it.

The two friends stared at the die in anticipation as it fell out of Leng's paw and clacked onto the table, rolling around a few times before finally landing on a number. "Ehhrrmmm...is 14 enough?" Leng replied as he leaned over the table, looking up to his friend's face with a nervous expression on his own as the deer soon ducked behind his screen to do the numbers. "Lemme check..." Neil mumbled under his breath as he did the math, making sure to take some time along the way to really milk the moment for Leng. Ooh, the suspense...~

Neil snickered a little bit before he popped back out and gave his reply. "Nope! Not quite enough. The Minotaur turns around and slams his rear end down onto you, smothering you under his heft and instantly knocking you unconscious. I think you know what kind of punishment that deserves..." the deer trailed off, looking to Leng with a toothy smile as his own butt wiggled in his seat expectantly. With Neil's eyes on him, the mewse started to get even more fidgety, an audible *glk* noise coming from his throat as he struggled to retain any kind of composure! "U-u-uuhhh...i-if I guess it, will you let me out after a day instead of a week?"

"Mmh, no need to guess, I'll think about it. For the meantime, though..."

Neil cut himself off as he pushed out his chair a little bit, hoisting his legs up onto the table and spreading them wide to reveal his cushy rump. "Butt plug time. Feet first, while I prepare for next week's session...~" the deer said plainly, like they had done this before...because they had. Plenty of times, even~ Leng was no stranger to Neil's innards, either by choice or as "punishment", even at this very own table! "A-aw man..can I at least get a guarantee that my character is going to be okay?" the mewse meekly asked as he stood up from his chair and made his way over to Neil, his entirely matching the growing erection he had between his green, purple-striped legs!

"Oh yeah, they're gonna be fine. Just going to take some - mmf - time to rest under that minotaur ass, while you do the same in mine~" Neil responded casually, his eyes now lowering to get a good look at his friend's arousal. "On second thought, actually..."

Leng stepped back a bit as Neil adjusted himself, taking his legs off of the table and pushing his chair out some more so that he could turn to the side and spread them out again. "Just lay down over there and kick your feet in the air, and I'll do the rest." the mewse followed these instructions, though he couldn't help but feel a bit silly as he lay down in front of his friend, Neil grabbing hold of those legs as soon as they were offered to him - but not before grinding his hoof on his friend's boner a little bit! "Heh. Always so eager to be my butt toy, aren't cha?"

"S...shut up." Leng replied playfully, doing a very poor job of hiding his blush as Neil grabbed his ankles and started to bring them between his thick thighs. "Mmrf...the fearless rogue struggles mightily under the weight of the minotaur, but to no success. An errant kick finds its mark between the beast's cheeks, but instead of doing any damage, his foot lands right against the powerful ring of muscle hidden inside. SSSshhllluuurrrpppp...~"

The deer snickered as he hammed this performance up a little bit, greatly enjoying his role as a DM in this moment! At the same time, he yanked Leng's legs forward, causing the mewse to let out somewhat of a squeak-meow as his purple-padded toes and soles met the warmth and slight wetness of Neil's own pucker. A sensation he had felt several times before, though it was usually with his face...still, it clenched and tugged all the same! "Mmh, cold." Neil muttered under his breath as he continued to push Leng's feet up inside of his spread cheeks, waiting for his ass to get the perfect hold on then so he could lean back, relax, and let his body do the rest of the work...and, of course, to tease that boner that was sticking straight up in the air!

"Merf...sorry, you know how cold this room gets." the mewse apologized, though it wasn't really like he had control over the temperature down here. No matter what they set the heat to, it was always frigid down here! But, outside of that initial comment, Neil was more than fine with Leng's body temperature...mostly because his cheeks and pucker were doing quite a good job of warming those feet up anyway! Neil's tight tailhole slowly relaxed as he continued to push up against it, until it finally opened up enough for the deer to fit some of those toes up inside of his rectum. "Nnh, there we go~" he said breathily as his innards clenched tight almost immediately, pulling Leng just a touch forward along the carpeted floor. Even though he had been all over inside of Neil, the mewse was still surprised at how strong the deer's body was. Able to pull him right off of the ground, with seemingly barely any effort required...

"S-so, butt plug, huh? How, how deep are you thinking of pulling me?..." Leng asked, doing his best to try and hide the obvious arousal that he got from the several different answers to that question that were floating around in his brain! He obviously wasn't able to do a very good job of it, with Neil just able to look down to his crotch to see what the now girl was truly thinking! "Ohhh, you'll see. Don't, hff, worry about it too much~" Neil responded, interjecting his own sentence with a grown as his innards tightened up and engulfed another few inches of his friend, Leng's ankles quickly disappearing between the plump, round cheeks he was so intimately familiar with! So many times, and yet, feeling that warmth of starting to encapsulate his body still made Leng shiver.

And Neil liked to feel that shiver. He reveled in the knowledge that Leng was totally enamored with every part of him, practically begging to be swallowed up by that fat rear, no matter how much he played up the nervous factor. Neil was quite hard at this point, as well, his shaft sneaking out of that plump, soft sheath and starting to throb along with the pulsing of his rectal muscles. That Neil's shaft rose and woke up alongside his own just made Leng shiver more, honestly, having such concrete evidence that Neil was enjoying every last second of sucking the mewse up into his ass! The deer didn't even bother hiding it, either, starting to feel himself up and jack himself off a little bit while he pulled another few inches of the mewse up into his bowels.

"Awwrf, so blushy. I've got a good place for you to go, if you're so embarrassed..." Neil kept his teasing up, confusing his friend for a few moments until Leng saw Neil's feet moving from either side of him...weh! Weh-ing was all that the mewse could really do as Neil's hooves came down upon his face, firmly planting themselves right over his snout and smothering him in that rich deer musk that he had become so...so, well, addicted to over the past few years. Addicted really was the word, and as soon as those hooves were placed upon his face, the mewse instantly latched on to them, his arms springing up and gripping onto the deer's ankles as he leaned in and immersed himself in Neil's scent. "Hah...you always look so cute under my hooves~" Neil replied, feeling Leng groan into his feet as he clenched once more. Leng's shaft was now starting to be forced up against his midsection, Neil able to feel the needy throbbing of his friend's shaft inside of him as it was tucked into such a nice, warm, tight enclosure...along with the rest of him, soon enough~

Neil had to pull his legs inward in a slightly awkward configuration as Leng was sucked deeper into him, but the little extra work would be more than worth the high he got from dominating his friend so thoroughly. He soon felt all of Leng's cock slide inside of his rump, snickering a little bit at the implication...Neil was obviously going to be taking a LOT more than the mewse's shaft, though. He could feel the heat of Leng's blush on his hooves as he kept smothering and working Leng's face between them, even as his body had to continually contort to keep them planted firmly as more and more of the mewse was swallowed up by Neil's ass. "Nngh...the minotaur clenches over and over again, smothering you in his heat and musk, *draining* your energy with every movement. He revels in his victory, yearning to turn you into another victim of his endless maze-"

"Oh, just get it over with already!" Leng's muffled objection came from under Neil's feet, the mewse very much not enjoying his friend's chewing of the scenery. Neil didn't respond verbally, instead just clenching his innards tight to suck another few inches of the mowger inside of him - and finally pull his feet away from his face, considering Leng was now chest-deep inside of his friend's ass. "Mmh-hope you don't mind-" Neil grunted as he pushed his chair out a little bit, swinging his legs around - with Leng still between them - and scooching his way back into the table! "-if I start working on next week's session~" the deer finished his sentence, showing that he was more than content to start getting back to his DM work, letting Leng slowly slide up further inside of him as the night passed...and letting his stomach gradually swell up in size alongside it! The mewse's head was now held firmly between Neil's thick, soft thighs, Leng really only able to look at the underside of the table as his friend's bowels kept working over the lower 2/3rds of his body.

A side effect of the position that Leng was in now was that he couldn't breathe anything in except for the thick, musk-laced air full of Neil's intoxicating scent. It only made the mewse whimper even more as he felt Neil squeezing on either side of his head every now and then, teasing Leng with the fact that he could completely engulf him at any moment. All the while, Neil just hummed and worked along, barely even interacting with his friend as he found himself more and more absorbed in the process of setting up next week's session. Though, every now and again, the mowger would gently kick inside of him, or his innards would twitch and suck up another little bit of Leng. Soon, the mewse's neck was starting to slip up inside of Neil, and the arrangement was honestly making Leng a tiny bit uncomfortable; his body being forced to bend at quite the awkward angle.

Thankfully, Neil had a contingency plan. Slowly, he started to lift his rear end up from the chair, gritting his teeth and cleenching his insides as hard as he could. The sudden shift in pace gave Leng a little bit of whiplash, as he went from resting comfortably in the chair to his entire neck being swallowed by Neil's fleshy pucker and that tight ring of muscle already having started to creep up over his chin and face! At first, he was surprised by how nimble Neil was with an entire other person currently lodged inside his bowels, but then, he realized another thing. His head was held right between those cheeks, and he was staring right down at where Neil had been sitting...

Leng barely had time to blush as Neil sat back down, his face now wedged firmly between his friend's musky, hungry ass and the seat of the chair said ass had been occupying for the past few hours! "Mmmh...now that is the perfect spot to keep you in~" Neil commented as he wiggled his rump around in his seat, wedging Leng in just...the most comfortable spot he could. It was a bit awkward to sit down with a face between his cheeks at first, but as he pushed and pressed to lodge Leng even deeper, into the perfect place...mmh. It felt so nice. - Neil could hear some muffled complaints from his friend, but Leng was just sputtering into the chair cushion at this point. A cushion he was most certainly going to have to learn to get along with if he wanted the rest of this night to go well...!

And this was about how the next hour or so would go for the two friends. Every now and again, Neil would teasingly clench his rump, remind Leng that he had the ability to suck him up fully at any moment...but never quite going through with it. Rhetorically asking the mowger questions about the campaign, completely ignoring or talking over Leng's muffled answers, and then putting his own down instead; often with some horny fates attached to them. "You're right, it SHOULD do acid damage! Great idea, cushion~" he replied in one of these situations, eagerly fondling himself as he did so. He might have to call things a bit early to take care of that, considering how wonderful Leng felt up there. He was feeling pretty tired after all the adrenaline and endorphins that went along with stuffing a wiggly butt toy up inside of yourself, as well...

So, after a few more minutes, Neil started to close up shop, clamping books shut and cleaning up the errant papers and figures that were still on the table. "Mmh...still awake down there? I'm thinking of heading to bed, myself..." Neil posited to Leng, the deer reaching up and stretching his arms and back before slowly starting to get up out of his chair. Leng's answer was quite muffled at first, but it did become clearer as Neil's ass lifted up from his seat and he was allowed to see the light once more. Almost hurt his eyes adjusting back to it, and that was enough to derail the mowger's train of thought. His head still firmly slotted between Neil's plush, padded asscheeks, cheeks he had plenty of experience both being smothered by and being a part of. And, yet, there was still the possibility of becoming even more intimate with them over the course of the night!

Neil still had quite a few things to go about doing before he actually went to bed, though. And he was more than happy to let Leng bake in between his cheeks while he went about doing them! Every step flexing and squishing his glutes a little bit, smothering his friend even further. And in such a casual fashion too, from the deer brushing his teeth, to taking his meds, to reading a little bit before he managed to finally make his way towards his bedroom and start to settle down. Although, even then, he wasn't quite done! Leng was really only able to whimper and mewl by now, his (front) cheeks forced forwards by Neil's ass to the point where it was difficult to speak. So, Neil just heard a collection of sounds as he adjusted himself in bed, rolling on to his side after doing...something on the side of the bed, Leng wasn't really sure.

At least, until a bright flash completely dominated his vision. The sudden burst of light really dazed Leng for a few seconds, and he was only really able to center himself once he heard Neil's voice. "Heh. That's a good one, but I should definitely take a few more. Say cheese..."

Oh gods, Neil was taking pictures? The thought made Leng's squirm and whimper even more, all sorts of lewd ideas running through his head about what Neil was going to do with them as a few more flashes erupted in front of the mowger. The thought that he probably wouldn't have the slightest idea of what Neil was doing with those photos for at least the next few hours, unless his friend would deign to share the details...gosh. Leng shuddered.

"Oh yeah. You look *real* cute down there. I'm sure the feed will love this..." Neil commented as he rolled back over, smothering Leng against his bedsheets for a few moments until the mowger could once again breathe some semi-fresh air. The deer tip-tapped away at his phone for a minute or two, editing the pictures and thinking of just the right tease before he sent out the tweets and let all of his friends, including those who were just at the session, know exactly what happened as soon as they left. Perfect.

"Mmhhh...alright, that's all sent out. Night, Leng..." Neil said, his sentence interrupted by a long yawn. The deer seemed like he had more to say, but by the end of said yawn, he had pretty much lost his train of thought and decided now was as good a time as any to close his eyes. "Mrrft-wayt! Youw jus gon weave me hewe?" Leng managed to sputter out, his lips so pursed up that a lot of sounds just became impossible to make. "Well, I was just planning to see where you ended up in the morning, so..."

Neil trailed off again, but this time, the silence lasted for quite a bit longer. Leng was left in the dark, listening to Neil's repetitive, soft breathing, until it eventually transitioned to a bit of snoring. Leng wasn't sure if it was real or not, but either way, it was probably best for him to get some sleep as well. Neil's cheeks were like a thick, tight neck pillow, and while that was originally a bit difficult to get used to, as time went on, the mowger found himself sinking into the soft, squishy confines. Sinking...deeper inside, as a matter of fact. His body had been encased by slimy bowel flesh for so long that most of it had fallen asleep, unpleasant tingling starting to fire through his limbs as those bowel walls started to come to life again, nibbling and sucking on the mowger and pulling him somehow deeper between those cheeks!

"Neew! Wawe uw-" Leng started to cry out as his face steadily disappeared between Neil's asscheeks, before he was cut off by the deer's hungry pucker slipping over the top of his head with a moist *shlp*! At this point, it was just his snout and lips sticking out, Leng completely unable to do anything but grimace as the tight innards squeezed and squished all around his body. And throughout it all, even as the mowger's hearing was engulfed by the noisy bubbling of his innards, Neil was still happily snoring away, unaware of what was happening in his lower extremities...to a point, at least. It didn't take a lot of guesswork to figure out what would happen when you fell asleep with your friend crammed most of the way up your ass! Leng tried his best to say or do anything that could maybe wake Neil up as the deer's asshole gradually encroached over the very tip of Leng's snout, getting oh so teasingly close to finishing the mowger off before -

*shlp*. So casually, just the tiniest twitch of Neil's pucker was all that it took to pack the last of the deer's friend away. Neil fidgeted a bit in his sleep, rolling over onto his back and letting his friend-filled gut splay out over him, but otherwise...nothing fancy really happened to mark the transition from the outside to fully inside of Neil. And despite how much Leng wiggled and struggled and whimpered before he was sucked inside, the mewse also knew that he had a long, long road ahead of him before he reached Neil's stomach...if that was even where he was going to end up! Neil might have had other plans for the mowger, but there was really only so much that he could do when his body was subconsciously doing most of the work. He'd just have to see where Leng ended up in the morning. And perhaps that was the best for Leng, too, to try and get a little bit of sleep inside his friend's musky, slimy bowels...it certainly didn't sound easy, but it wouldn't be the first time.

As the movements of Neil's innards became more and more rhythmic, Leng did manage to achieve that sleep he had been looking for, though it was incredibly spotty and unsatisfying to say the very least. Every now and again, that gentle rocking and squeezing would be interrupted by a huge lurch or a powerful push as Leng transitioned through the various parts of Neil's intestinal tract, and he would have to try to assert some semblance of comfort once more. The low, constant burbling and boiling of Neil's stomach gradually got louder over time, reminding Leng of where he was going to end up if Neil didn't wake up soon...!

At the end of it all, Leng probably got a combined two or so hours of sleep as he journeyed through Neil's bowels, being shoved through into a tight, hungry deer stomach very much exhausted and worn out by the trip he had already taken. The deer's gut was a lot wetter and sour smelling than his bowels, but this transition was one that the mowger had made more than a few times, so the change in environment wasn't exactly a sudden one. What was sudden was the world around Leng starting to move around as he was packed and crammed into Neil's belly...obviously, Leng couldn't see, but it was daylight outside, and Neil had awoken to a little bit of a surprise in his lap. "Mmhhh...good morning, snack. How was the trip, huh?~" the drowsy deer cooed teasingly as he pet and stroked over his gray-furred stomach, feeling more than a bit lethargic after just waking up with a giant mound of mowger now being worked over in his gut!

Leng could hear Neil's words around him, a deep, rumbly, bass boosted voice that made the entire chamber he was sitting in shake just a little bit. And Leng couldn't really respond beyond some cursory wiggling and whimpering, though even that was limited by the incredible tightness of Neil's greedy stomach around him. And all that Neil did in response was just chuckle and casually push those bulges back underneath his pelt before he took a long stretch and started to slowly, gradually, make his way out of bed. This time with a little extra weight front-loaded, something he would have to quickly reacclimate to as he made his way around the apartment!

Normally, Neil would have breakfast first, but...that was already pretty much taken care of. So, instead, the deer walked on over to his office, hearing his gut slosh down like a water balloon as he took a seat in his chair and loaded his computer up to get some work done while Leng wiggled around aimlessly inside of him. It was always nice to do a little bit of writing when he had an actual, full stomach to listen to and play with to get a good idea of how they actually felt. Leng was a bit drowsy as well, and that resulted in a little bit of gut lag, as it were. His body struggling to align his internal clock with the fact that it was the morning now, having trouble actually accessing the reserves of energy that the mowger had left...

As time went on, though, Leng did get a little bit more active. Clawing around inside of Neil's stomach, trying his best to pry apart the slimy walls and push against them to search for one of the two exits. The lower one was far too tight for Leng to attempt wiggling through it, but the upper one? It actually seemed quite relaxed and dilated, the opening already big enough for Leng to stick a few fingers through it. It wasn't exactly a great thought, crawling back up Neil's throat, but it still gave him a bit better of a chance compared to just sitting in the pit of Neil's stomach and letting the deer turn him into pudge for the next...however long he could get away with, honestly!

Neil could feel his friend fingering around in there and eventually start pushing his way back up his throat, but he didn't do anything. It would be so easy to just casually rebuke Leng's efforts with a simple swallow, but he did nothing. Perhaps he was too focused on his work, or perhaps it was because he wanted to give Leng the illusion of escape for a brief moment! Either way, he allowed the mewse to gradually push more of himself through into his throat, the stimulation eventually enough to get Neil's throat to start pulling alongside Leng in a sort of reverse peristalsis. It was a slow, difficult process, and at any moment, Neil could just make all of his friend's work worthless, something Leng was painfully aware of. But eventually, almost impossibly, Leng could see the tiniest bit of light shining through above him. It allowed him to see some of the detail of the back of Neil's mouth, from that thick tongue base, to the bumps along the back of it, to the wrinkled throat walls that threatened to pull him back down at any moment..

*pop!*

To Leng's ears, it felt like a plane had landed. The relative clarity of his hearing as his head slotted into the back of Neil's throat was jarring, to say the very least! The mowger could now take a peek at the outside world, though it was still framed by Neil's open jaws. Tendrils of drool connected his top teeth to the bottom ones, and some of the thick slime cascaded down Leng's head from the uvula that was squished on top of him. But, even with this unique view, the mowger's eyes were drawn to the outside world, and to one thing in particular. An open text document on his computer, with only two words written in it: "nice try~"

As soon as the mowger saw those words, Neil's jaws clamped back shut, Leng once again plunged into darkness as the deer's throat sucked him back down with one wet *glNK*! It was all so simple and easy for Neil, a fact the deer reflected on with a chuckle as he felt his friend sliding back down into his rumbling stomach. "Well, I hope you enjoyed the view, Leng. Maybe I'll give you another one tomorrow, if you last that long~" he continued to tease while the bulge in his gullet dropped back down into his stomach, stretching out his belly walls once more and allowing Neil to enjoy the sensation of being filled up again with such little effort. And, just like that, the deer returned to his work, erasing those two words he had written and bringing back the actual document he was plugging away at.

Leng could only whimper in defeat as he slid down into the dank pit of Neil's stomach, the folds of thick stomach flesh immediately clinging to the mowger much more strongly after his little escape attempt. Absolutely all of his remaining energy and strength to get there, and for it all to be erased so simply?...weh. It looked like Leng was going to be spending at least the next couple of days as ass fat on Neil's haunches. Not the first time it would happen to him, nor the last, but at least Leng knew that Neil would enjoy it. Plus, being surrounded by these sweltering, slimy walls, thinking about the butt he had been swallowed up by and adding to it...and how that would be coming so soon for him...those thoughts were more than enough to tide Leng over until the flesh collapsed inward and claimed him entirely.

The digestive process was loudly indicated to Neil by a soaking-wet *ggghhggllrRRRrrrglllblllrrgg...* that emanated from his midsection right in the middle of his work, a sign that lengh had given up in there and was now firmly on the way to patting out his waist. "Well! Looks like my stomach had a little talk to you about your escape, huh? I'm thinking everyone should know about this, heh..."

As Neil said that, he clicked into another tab to write out a tweet. "Everyone say bye to Leng for a few days. Will make sure to add pics of how thick he makes my ass~" he typed out, quickly pulling out his phone to take a picture of his gravid, mowger-filled stomach before firing that off into the tubes. Quite a few people had been following the latest iteration of Neil destroying Leng, and they all deserved to see how soft and jiggly he had already become! The deer idly scrolled through his feed after he sent that tweet out, liking and retweeting every now and again in between bouts of vigorous belly rubbing and teasing. "Ooh, they really seem to like that one. Maybe I'll take a few more..."

That was pretty much how the next few hours went for Neil and Leng: the deer switching between work, YouTube videos, and checking his phone to see the latest reaction to his meal. Of course, he was updating Leng with every last word that the people were saying, delighting in the little flustered wiggles he felt deep inside of his body whenever he read aloud some of the saucier comments. Though, even from out here, Neil could tell that he was really working over Leng now, and that the mowger wouldn't be conscious enough to hear his teasing for much longer. The mowger sat like a thick, furry lump in Neil's stomach, quivering around every now and again as the hungry deer gut clenched inward on him once more, unyielding in its pressure and intent to mulch the mewse down once more into soft, squishy, gropeable deer pudge~

The deer could gradually feel the bulge in his gut melting down and softening up as he went about the rest of his day, Leng's squirms steadily dying down until the mewse was just a sloshing lump inside of Neil's stomach. At some points, the deer could feel the squishy fat that his friend was being turned into starting to pad out his hips and rump...Leng always seemed to end up there for some reason. Surely it was just a coincidence! Neil wasn't complaining, but he got the idea that he might be once his friend was all processed and he was having trouble fitting into some of his pants!

"Getting real soft and squishy now." Neil wrote in his latest update on Leng's status, attaching a video taken from his desk: a good 45 seconds or so of Neil just groping and playing around with his stomach, a hearty bit of sloshing and gurgling for those who put their ears close enough to the speakers. Mmh...this was Neil's favorite part, when he could feel his lower guts pumping all of his melted friend through his body, his curves getting added to in real time! He liked it so much, he was thinking about keeping the mowger for more than a week, honestly. It wasn't like Leng could really object at this point, being just slosh in his guts...

By the time Neil woke up the next morning, Leng was nothing but pudge. And, just as he had expected, his pants were having quite a bit of trouble sitting over the extra pounds that Leng had added to his ass! "Damn fattening friends..." Neil tweeted out for his update, attaching a photo of his pants not-quite-fitting over his plump ass and cute little deer tail! The deer was all ready to start another day with a few extra pounds on him, before he realized that he had missed a text from one of his players that he had gotten early in the morning. "Sorry, can't make next week's session." it read plainly...Neil cracked a smile as he typed back his response, reaching around and groping a little bit of his ass as well. "Looks like I'm going to have you for a little bit longer, Leng~"

As Neil said that, he could feel a bit of warmth in his rear, almost as if it was blushing...and that was because it kind of was. Leng was still vaguely conscious down there, though his thoughts and senses were incredibly vague and limited. He could certainly hear what Neil was saying to him, though, and feel how constrained he was by the pants that Neil was wearing. It was all quite a lot for just an extra bit of ass fat to take in, especially as Neil sat back down and put all of his weight right onto his friend-pudge...! Of course, that wonderful deer musk that he was so attracted to bloomed inside of these confines, every "breath" causing the mowger-fat to blush even harder.

It wasn't the first time Leng had ended up here, and it wasn't the first time Neil had realized he still had a little bit of sentience in his trunk...and now he had an extra week or two to play around with him. "...or, maybe forever~" Neil said, bridging his thoughts into words just to see how his extra ass fat reacted...even more heat, perhaps a little bit of jiggling as well! It was always fun to test the boundaries of his friend's sentience down there, and it was safe to say that he was getting very flustered with the idea of finally being trapped on deer haunches forever. A very fun idea, to be sure...but, Neil would eventually get hungry again, and he had so much fun eating Leng! So he'd let him out...eventually. Once he spent the next week testing out just how far Leng could go as pudge~