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Forest swallowed again and again, lips pursed around the fluffy mass of cookies and cream bliss vanishing into his body. His arms were wrapped around his belly, white fur exposed from his button-up needing to be undone to fit his meal. As the last of the yards of tail slurped past his lips, he quivered from the tip of his ears to the end of his tail, though it was hard to tell with how fast it was wagging.

"Ooohh... Trissie... Was a little too long winding myself up for this..." He murmured, squeezing his gut in his arms. "It's nearly time for me to clock in..."

The bundled-up skunk blushed. She had figured that this might happen based on the way the morning had gone. She shifted, working her yards of tail under her curves to better touch the outer wall of the wuff. "I understand, Wuffles." She nuzzled upward, enough that she knew her face could be made out through the white fluff.

A low growl resounded from his chest as he brought his jaw down to gently press to hers in a nuzzle that also worked to urge her back inward. "Just relax... let my juices soak in, before it's my turn with you~" He squeezed with both arms, lifting the mass of his belly to his chest.

Trissie squirmed in place, flustered by the way he put it. She had experienced his slow, passive digestion before, though far more often she was worked at immediately, the wuff's desire to have her overtaking any sense of patience once an inch of her had crossed his lips. "I think I might make it hard to focus on work if I didn't..."

He huffed with a smile, continuing to hold her bundled up frame up as he pivoted, walking from the bed towards where he had his desk all set up for telecommuting. Driving to an office and sitting in a cubicle would definitely cut into his precious skunk-slurping time, after all. Careful to make sure to sit down with his tail not at an angle to get caught by the chairback and instead stick out the hole there, Forest sat down heavily.

The desk chair creaked and groaned with a whole skunk's extra weight on top of what it was used to.

The mephit felt the impact slosh her up against his inner structures before sliding back forward across Forest's lap. She also recognized that those motions would have been far more intense if he hadn't been holding on tight to her in his steadying arms. She fidgeted a little, re-adjusting herself into a cozy position atop her bundled up and increasingly soaked tail.

Forest made his own adjustments, lowering the chair with a tug of the lever underneath, before scooting close enough to his desk he could reach his keyboard if he rested his elbows up on his own belly. "Alright, skunky. Clocking in now."

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The morning was simultaneously taking forever and no time at all. Trissie felt her tail softening first, as was normal, but she didn't usually have time to really take in the sensation of a whole limb of her body gradually turning into a mush that she was laying in. She was trying to be good, not squirm about to distract the wuff as he worked, but the walls...

His stomach was kneading on her, massaging juices and her own liquified tail into her fur, prepping her to be rendered down. The warmth was intense... but never uncomfortable. Just... well, exhausting. It was as if Forest's body was urging her to just drift off, surrender to his processes. Be his...

She held in a groan, her posture getting a little further out of what she normally was able to contort into during a particularly possessive grind of rugae over her flesh. Being worked over slowly meant that she could really get to experience herself limbering up, her frame getting soaked to the core before she even started to really feel herself melting on her body proper.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed when she heard him greeting someone. It became clear to the mephit that he was in a voice call meeting, even if most of the words were garbled by how useless her ears had become in their semi-molten state. When she moved her head, she thought she could feel her mind slosh.

Her thoughts were slower, for sure. Tired... cozy. Less to think about, more focused on the present, on the sensations... So easy to just fixate on the way the slimy flesh grasped at her and worked over her... She could hardly map out where these sensations were on her body anymore, they were everywhere...

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Forest was glad no one had noticed his blush after he hastily muted himself to stifle a skunk-flavored belch. The frame of his webcam showed where he had buttoned down over his chest, but not where his shirt couldn't cover his belly. Though that was debatable now, with how the bulge in his gut had gotten, hardly making it to his knee anymore after positively overwhelming his lap at the start of the work day.

Now that his meeting was over, he testingly felt over his stomach, pressing inward.... He felt a little resistance, perhaps the girl's hip, but it was yielding, like her frame was made of dough, easy to deform and work her down manually if he chose to.

The wuff checked the clock... he could take his lunch break. Of course, that wouldn't be going and eating something, it would be giving his breakfast the attention she deserved.

He clocked out and stood from his desk chair, his hips brushing against the arms jutting from the frame. He perked in surprise at the sensation, then grinned. "Oooh, you've already started soaking in, skunky~" He felt over his rear where they were held snugly in his jeans. "Good girl..." He casually strolled towards the bed, then paused.

A low gllrrruurrrgle sounded in his lower guts. Standing and moving around had dislodged some sort of blockage, and she was draining deeper faster than he expected.

Bracing his hand against the wall, Forest planted his hand on his belly and let out a groan. "Oooh... eager to be back where you belong... I know..." He bit his lip as he felt his abdomen clench greedily over the increasingly diminished mass under his fur. "I know I didn't want to wait either..." He growled, leaning further to the wall so that his elbow pressed against it as well. His intestines weren't just pumping, they were eagerly slurping, chugging the molten girl out of the embrace of his stomach.

He felt the familiar warmth and tingle of one of his favorite meals making her mark on him, coinciding with the creaking and groaning of surged denim seams straining. Any slack left at the seat of his pants was gone, taken up by the expansion of his thighs up to his beltline. All of it perfectly pertly formed, cradled in the taut fabric.

Beneath his hand, he felt the last of her form squelch, before it too was soaked right up into his bloodstream. Forest trembled, panting with his mouth open. His tail was batting out a mile a minute, eyes unfocused. His glasses had slid down nearly to the tip of his snout from how he had hung his head.

When the wuff finally caught his breath, he shakily pressed his glasses back up into their proper place. "That was a good lunch break..." He panted, looking over to the clock. His body felt light and floaty after such a rush of predatory triumph. He dreamily walked back over to his desk, before flopping down again, feeling the arms of his chair grind fully against both thighs on the way down.

At the back of his mind, he heard a surprised squeak from a familiar feminine voice.

Forest's look of contentment spread into a wide, shameless grin. "Sorry to wake you, Trissie, but you do make the cutest sounds when you're back there..." He extended his hands around the arms of his chair and brought them down to his hips, feeling his jeans tightly cling to his newly enhanced frame. "You were such a good girl gurgling while I was busy."

Trissie murmured wordlessly, her mindset from late in her digestion still very much at play. Her tone and the emotion behind it easy to determine because the wuff could feel it as well. Blissful contentment, with a tinge of beflusterment.

"Now, just you hold it together for the rest of the workday, then I'll play with your..." He paused, grin growing broader. "Well, MY curves the way you deserve..." He lifted his hands away from his body and towards his keyboard, bouncing a bit in place to help roll the chair closer. The squeaks this elicited kept him grinning broadly.

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Being bound up in denim was a bit like some compression play Trissie had tried... but it also was nothing like any kind of bondage. She was, to put it indelicately, wuff butt.

Normally, she'd experience him walking around, swaying her back and forth, laying down and just feeling himself up to hear her flustered reactions in his mind... but this was just... straight compression. She wondered how far out to each side she'd squash if not for the restrictive jeans.

In the past, she'd doze off after their playtime with her aware as his adipose, then she would awaken on the other side of his warmth, his special, inner place. She had a cozy bed in a cabin there, and a rotating cast of housemates of others of the wuff's favorite meals, some who hardly ever made it out of him these days...

She pondered, since he wasn't doing anything with her, if she should try to traverse the warmth and reach that cabin in the Forest on her own. In the past, her attempts to move would make his glutes flex, or send the pudge wobbling... once she'd even managed to form a handprint off his right cheek before he shushed her and told her they both needed to get some sleep. But moving inward would be a different kind of movement. Perhaps sinking...?

She thought about drifting, descending into her predator... but found herself buoyed up hardly before she'd made any progress. She fidgeted in her mind, not sure what was resisting her until it hit her all at once...

It was as though Forest had his arms wrapped around her tightly in his sleep... she could, conceivably, slip free of his grip, or wake him up and ask him to let go... but... He was so warm, and the clinging sensation was so ardent... palpable, tangible desire resisting her attempting to leave right where she was until he was ready...

Trissie wondered just how much longer Forest had at work for the day.

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When Trissie finally awoke in her bed in the cabin, Forest was there, standing beside the bed. It wasn't uncommon that his avatar would appear to her shortly after she arrived, or even throughout her stays.

What was uncommon was that he was stripping down. Normally when he was bare fur on fur with her, she had woken up with him in bed, after her reforming, or how she arrived here. The act of disrobing drew attention to the nudity in a way just being in the buff didn't.

"What's going on...?" She asked drowsily, blushing.

Forest still had his shirt on, although unbuttoned, and his hands had just finished undoing his button and fly. "Well, you did want to try out different ways into me." He stated matter-of-factly. He pivoted away and tugged down his jeans. His wagging tail was freed of its own strap, allowing the denim to just slough off his hips and reveal the grey-furred cheeks. "And I already want you deeper, skunky~"

Trissie stammered, her blush roaring up into her ears as she realized just what he meant. It wasn't uncommon for her to go 'deeper' by being consumed by him in this metaphysical space. He referred to it as 'going down a layer'. What was less common was entering via the back route.

"Sit on the edge of the bed, sweetie." Forest growled playfully, his wagging tail giving his hips a bit of a wiggle-wobble from its movements.

Still a bit flustered, she pushed the covers up off of herself, before scooting to the side of the bed. She dropped her feet off the side and pushed herself upright, biting her lip. At their size difference, and the height of the bed, her face was just about the right height...

The wuff's hand gently braced against the back of her head as he got into position, legs on either side of her knees, coaxing her snout right to the cleft of his prey-padded rear. "Here we go!"

Before the skunkette could react, warm, tight darkness enveloped her. A wet shrrrlph filled her ears as the tightness advanced all the way down her torso in one smooth motion. Forest only came to a halt as his spread cheeks settled atop her own ample hips.

She fidgeted, blushing deeply at her predicament. She had been in his bowels before, on an occasion when he was too impatient to let his stomach finish melting her before driving her deeper, but never when she was completely solid! Her calves crossed above the ankle as her toes curled. His thighs were preventing her from doing anything with her own, and her tail was still buried under her heavy, cozy bedding.

Forest growled above her, clenching around her waist, rippling flesh rolling up from her belly to the crown of her head in greedy, possessive pulls of reverse peristalsis. The growl was clearly one of pleasure, however, rather than frustration. "Rrrrf, Trissie... I'm far more worked out stretching my jaws for those hips of yours... let's see if I can't just..." He bounced in place, applying his weight in surges rather than passively weighing down over her.

Trissie almost didn't realize it was working, as the motions were moving the slick, clinging flesh against her in more intense ways than his simple flexing pulls had. But each time he came down, she felt the warmth of his rump creep a bit further around her own curves, threatening to surpass them at any moment...

With a soft, muffled shoof of fur on fur and hips meeting soft bedding, the wuff's backside crossed the apex of the skunkette's curves. Forest trembled, curling his own toes. One of his hands was stroking along his midsection, where the faint bulge of the underside of his cherished meal's jaw showed, while the other pressed down into the blankets behind him. He crooned wordlessly, eyes lidded.

After a moment, he stood from the bed, grunting with the exertion. At the same time, his bowels went into overdrive greedily pulling on Trissie, meaning that her tapered thighs and lower legs practically fell upwards into his body, causing the distention of his belly to double in a mere moment. Now that only her tail was remaining exposed, Forest reached back to curl one hand around the long, soft limb and guide it out from under the covers.

Trissie could feel her tail getting readjusted in position until he was straddling the fluffy thing. Then her whole world toppled over, the impact sending her sliding around a corner in the winding maze of wuff guts with a surprised squeak.

Forest laid on his back, his tail wagging as best as it could pinned between her own and the bedding between his thighs. He growled with predatory bliss as foot by foot, clench by clench, that long tail he'd so recently slurped past his lips vanished between his legs.

Meanwhile, Trissie had finished her loop around the colon, and felt her face pressing into the tight, snug embrace of the small intestines up ahead. A flex and clench and she was just as much pulled upward and pressed from below, her head popping through. The slick, slimy walls this deep inside wuff guts were where most of the absorption was meant to happen. As her shoulders were drawn through the fleshy valve, she wondered if she'd even make it to the stomach with how eager Forest's body seemed to have her.

She probably should have realized that of course they could, as neither he nor she were truly corporeal. The pure desire and craving for her was all that mattered. She felt herself starting to soften and be drawn away at the same time, the process starting before her hips had even made the crossover to join her, before her tail was done slurping up...

The wuff planted his feet on the ground and pushed his hips up with a groan as the last of the fluffy mass vanished under his wagging tail. He brought both paws up, braced against the bed only with his shoulders and the back of his head, and pressed down on the form inside his belly with a grunt. Almost immediately, his gut compressed under his fingers, a wet, sloppy glormph sounding from his lower abdomen.

At the same time, his bare hips and thighs received the displaced mass, adipose wobbling with the tension of his glutes, but appearing as though it was from the impact of arrival of so much skunk... Forest trembled and flopped down onto the bed, tail batting between his enhanced thighs as far as it could go either way. As he impacted the mattress, a wet belch travelled up his throat. He clenched his teeth shut, letting the gasses escape while catching the object that had tried to escape.

He lazily slurped over a pair of glasses, before swallowing them back down. Trissie would need them where she was headed. He sighed. "That's one level down..."

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The next time Trissie awoke in her bed in the cabin, the wuff was nowhere to be seen. He could be felt, as always. The warmth of the Forest was omnipresent, a surefire way to tell if she had been truly reformed or was still inside him. She stood from her bed with a yawn, stretching and looking out the window at the trees in the morning light. No need to put on any clothes, anyone in the cabin would have seen her bare before, and she could never be chilly here...

She drowsily wandered down the stairs, her long tail dragging behind her in such a manner that made a softly oscillating sound as step after step dragged across her fur. She entered the kitchen, bee-lining for one cabinet in particular. As she expected, her favorite cereal was there. Trissie grasped the box and headed for another cabinet, to retrieve a bowl.

She set the ceramic dish down on the counter and began pouring the little glazed oat rings in. Then, she felt a warm pair of arms drape across her shoulders and over her bare front.

Forest hummed to her, nuzzling between her ears and sniffing at her white hair. "Morning sweetie..." From the texture against her back, she could tell he was wearing an apron. From the fact his arms were bare against her fur, she could tell he wasn't wearing anything else, at least, on top.

She looked up and back at him, just barely able to look at his smiling muzzle from her perspective. "Morning... Got any plans for the day...?"

"Just breakfast..." The wuff let out a playful growl mid-speech, and it was echoed by a rumble in his belly intense enough she could feel it through his apron.

Trissie blushed sharply. "W-well... wow..." She fidgeted a bit, unable to hide the smile curling across her snout. "Usually, I spend a couple days before you send me deeper..."

He kissed the bridge of her snout, his arms uncrossing to stroke along her waist to her sides. "But I want you deeper noooow~" He crooned, lipping at her ear.

"Good thing I didn't pour the milk yet..." She managed before her flustered expression was eclipsed by lupine jaws.

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Trissie swam up to consciousness again. This time, rather than her pillow, her face was resting atop white fluffy fur. It took her a few moments to realize that rather than just being in bed, she was cozily draped over Forest's front, her head on his chest. She could feel her heavy blankets pinning her to him from the waist down, and her arms were gently hooked under his own.

"Good afternoon." Forest chuckled affectionately.

"To what do I owe this Wuff-Brand mattress?" She murmured, nuzzling into the right side of his chest.

"Well, I was thinking about how incredibly flustered you got when I teased you about just sinking right into me while in this position..." He rumbled playfully, rubbing the back of her head with one paw, the thumb at the base of her right ear.

Almost before her brain could recall what he was talking about, she felt the fluff just soften under her chin. The spot that most certainly should have been a sternum was yielding, welcoming.... Trissie let out a soft whine, fidgeting as her entire snout sank into the deep fluff, just her eyes peeking out at his grin.

"I wonder how many buttons from the top I'll have to leave unbuttoned from how much meat you'll put on me..." He mused teasingly. "Go on, make me a proper adonis." His grasp on the back of her head urged her to roll her snout down and in further, submerge her entire face into his warmth. Against all logic, she could feel the chestfluff closing around her ears, even as her shoulders and arms started to feel as though they were sinking directly into his waist from their own positions...

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This time Trissie awoke, she kept her eyes shut. She just felt the heavy blanket on her frame, the warmth of this cabin and the room reserved for her. Soft sheets against her bare fur... too comfy to try to move just yet. Maybe she'd drift back to sleep, maybe she'd finish waking up.

Or maybe she'd feel a shifting in the bedding near her feet.

A pair of very familiar hands grasped her ankles, before an equally familiar pair of jaws closed over her feet.

The skunkette's eyes opened and she sat up, blushing. At the foot of the bed, she could see a lump under the blankets that was most certainly attached to the eagerly wagging tail left exposed. She had hardly any time to react to this before she felt a swallow tug her hips down the bed.

Trissie squeaked and flopped backward, her head landing below her pillow. Another gulp, and her head was tugged under the blankets.

Forest rumbled and indulgently slurped along her thighs as his hands grasped upward and felt over her hips. He swallowed again, his jaws crossing her knees and nearing her body proper and the base of her tail.

"A-are you really this hungry for me...?" Trissie managed to call out amidst her flustered squirms.

All he did was growl, with both his throat and his stomach. His hands reached past her waist and continued to greedily shovel her into his gullet.

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Trissie was sprawled on her front in bed, head peeking from the covers, one pillow half-under her neck and braced against her shoulder. She felt a nuzzling before she was properly conscious. A familiar muzzle pressing against her cheek and along her jawline. As her mind grew more aware, she recognized a familiar whine. Then her name.

"Trissieeeee...." Forest whined softly. "I can't eat you again until you wake uuuuuup..."

This, despite its childishly needy tone, very effectively woke her the rest of the way up, a blush rushing up her cheeks. "W-Wuffles..." She murmured, peeking up at him.

Forest stood upright, grinning and wagging. "Oh good, you're awake!" He planted his hands on his hips, as if trying to counteract his own behavior with formality. "Which way do you want in for the next layer down?"

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Trissie let out a soft squeak as her hips impacted Forest's. She was cheek-to-cheek with the wuff, flustered. She hadn't thought he'd have been able to reel her tail in like that when he'd suggested it, but again... logic didn't really matter so much here. She hadn't even been able to get a good look at what he was doing from her bed before he started. All that she knew is she could feel her yardage of tail buried and winding through his greedy bowels.

Reaching back, Forest pulled at his cheeks, trying to spread his rear around her own posterior. His insides greedily pulled, but it just resulted in undulations travelling along her tail. She wasn't sinking any deeper.

Just before she thought he was going to give up and just eat her normally again, he perked up. "Trissie, could you be a dear and feed your feet to me?" He trembled, but made no more progress pulling her in. "While my jaws are used to stretching to your hips, it's not quite the same back there..."

Blushing, Trissie complied. She pressed her paws to the bedding and lifted her feet up against her own thighs. She could feel her toes brushing at the fluffy interior of his thighs, but she couldn't quite get the angle right. She shifted her hips, throwing her weight to drag her tail out some, to give her some slack.

Forest shuddered and let out a groan as he reluctantly ceded that length of her for the purposes of taking her fully.

With the slack she gained, she was able to press her feet to the base of her own tail, sinking them into his rear gently. She let out a soft squeak as his greedy clenches resumed. Her feet were tugged, forcing her legs to unfold until she was standing thigh-deep in the wuff's bowels.

He got on his own hands and knees, before propping his feet down and extending his legs, lifting her into the air. A low growl filled the air as he rolled his hips, working up the taper of her thighs. Then, with a gasping moan, her hips popped through with a jolting drop inward.

Trissie squeaked, automatically bracing herself with her hands from the sudden movement. It took her a moment to realize her fingers were grasping his cheeks on either side of her waist.

Forest dropped to his knees and reached back to grasp her wrists. "MMnnnhph... Keep all arms and legs inside the wuff at all times~" He growled playfully as he guided her hands to slip in alongside her torso.

She squirmed, but didn't resist him as he guided her to pin her arms. She could feel his wagging tail brushing against her back.

Clench.

The tail was wagging across the back of her head.

Clench.

His tail had entered the top of her vision as her shoulders sank into the valley of his backside.

Clench.

She was cheek to cheek with him, but in a very different way this time. All she could see was the white fluff of his ventral fur surrounding her.

Clench.

Forest trembled as her glasses toppled onto the bed from between his thighs, flopping onto his side and hugging his belly with all four limbs. His tail beat against the bed rapidly. "Mine," He murmured to her as much as to himself. "Mine mine mine mine MINE..."

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Trissie had lost track of how many layers down she had gotten. But once again she found herself left alone in her bed. It took her some time to get up the motivation to stand from the cozy covers. As she stretched, she saw that the Forest outside looked different than she was used to. While normally a very vibrant green wood during the day and a shadowy, perhaps even spooky place at night (for when one wanted a good chase), it was neither.

Bioluminescence sparkled through the air, the tree trunks glowing and showing silver leaves that glimmered under the moonlight.

Curious, Trissie headed downstairs, wanting to explore this new vision of the Forest.

Beneath her bare feet, the ground was just as soft and mossy as it normally was, but the moss budded with tiny violet flowers around her with each step. She blushed softly, waltzing in a little circle to confirm that it was correlated with her movements.

She paused. Surely, she would have heard from Forest by now... She looked around and tentatively called out. "Wuffles..?"

"You can't have lost me, silly skunky..." His voice wafted on the air as the atmosphere of the seemingly enchanted woodland grew more intense... It was a hard quality to parse, as it wasn't more difficult to breathe or significantly warmer, but it was just... more. Daylight broke from behind her as the wuff continued to speak. "You're inside me."

Trissie turned and felt her heart leap in her throat.

The dawn was not the sun, it was him. But also, he was the sun, if she recognized the iconography correctly. Drifting down from midair with his right foot extended downward, his normal grey and white pattern was foregone for a pure white... or perhaps that was an illusion; he was so grossly incandescent. Additionally, swirling patterns of scarlet were drawn across his body, complementing almost cloud-like masses of his fluff coming off his shoulders and hips.

When that foot touched down, golden flowers much larger than the buds that grew at her feet burst to life, sending glittery light sparkling into the air from their energetic emergence. "Well, you've reached the bottom, Trissie." He lowered his other leg to stand properly on the moss, causing another surge of growth outward. "I am the very core of Forest's being."

"Why are you... uh... a-a sun god?" Trissie stammered, blushing deeply.

"Well, partially it's what you expect to see... a source of warmth, in control of this whole world around you..." The essence of Forest casually strolled towards the skunkette, smiling. "And partially because it makes you squirmy to see me this way..."

She couldn't deny that, her tail fluffed up and twitching behind her as she fidgeted her fingers against one another. "I... oh... th-those both make sense."

As the radiant wuff arrived at her, bringing a hand up to gently cup her chin, he let out a playful growl. "But I still want you deeper."

Trissie stammered, unable to form words as his mouth opened, the inside of his maw a glowing yellow light much like the sun he represented. Unlike the real thing, it didn't hurt to look at, or burn... but it was overwhelming and warm and... all consuming...

She almost didn't realize that she had been fully enveloped, feeling somewhere between floating in a golden void and being held tight by familiar, fleshy walls. It was only when she felt his hands cradling her curves, appreciatively squeezing that she truly grasped how deep she was. The walls were grinding upon her, squeezing with intense warmth. Every single time she was consumed by the wuff there came a point where she was melted by that heat... but here it was all there was...

She couldn't hear anymore, but there was nothing for her to listen to that didn't ring out through her head... his voice crooning and telling her how good a girl she was for going so deep... Sight was irrelevant, all was a uniform, luminous gold in all directions, whether or not her face was pressed up against a possessively clenching wall. No use in trying to smell, because all she could smell was herself and the earthy scent of his body...

She trembled, feeling herself giving. Her form was softening once again. Yeilding and melting... the wonderous warmth was seeping through her.... If she didn't know better, instead of a skunkette colored slurry, she was turning to more gold, just pure, essential core of Forest... Did she know better? She wasn't sure anymore what she knew... the cloying heat was washing over her in waves, the low, contented rumble resonating through her mind... And all she wanted to do was just relax, sink away, give herself up to him...

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The white and red deific form of the wuff sighed with bliss, stroking his flattened down stomach. As all the others, his hips and thighs told the tale of the delightful meal he had... she was utterly and totally his. Finally.

A deep rumbling rolled up his throat, swelling it out...

The belch roared up layer by layer, each avatar of Forest expelling the rapturous eructation in close sequence. All the way to the top.

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In the corporeal world, Forest belched firmly, glasses going askew from the impact. He panted heavily, then noticed something floating in front of his face. A little cartoony heart, purple in hue. He licked his lips and reached out and snatched the symbol in his hand before it could dissipate. "Who said you could leave~?" He planted it on his tongue and suckled over it, before swallowing it back down. "Aahhh.... Ask permission first, Skunky..." He giggled to himself as he laid back on his bed.

Forest's hands slid down to his hips and stroked. He squeezed and groped over her curves... his curves now. He growled to himself, but held back, resting his paws across his flat tummy again. He raised one hand to straighten his glasses... there was a peace in his core he hadn't felt for quite some time... a deep craving that had been gnawing away at him was finally, utterly sated...

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Trissie found herself surfacing from her deep, peaceful sleep, pressed against the golden flesh once again. She moaned, trembling, pressing outward. She couldn't distinguish the color of her body from the gold around her, as if she was made of the very same stuff. From outside, the core Wuff's hands smoothed her over, pressing her back down... urging her to settle...

Some part of her thought this had happened before... another part of her hoped it would happen again... Let the cycle continue, so she may be claimed again and again... drawn back to where she belongs every time...

The fleshy walls were melting her again... it was so easy for the warmth to render her down here, in amongst the essence of Forest...

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Trissie shivered herself awake. Her jaws chattered lightly. Cold. Such intense cold... if she was cold that meant... Her eyes opened.

Forest drew her in against him, revealing that they were in his bed. He pulled the blankets up around her shoulders and let his warmth soak into her.

Gradually, the skunkette's shivering faded, and she wrapped her arms around him. "Mnnnhh..."

"Welcome back, Trissie." He kissed between her ears gently, continuing to let her recover from being torn from his essence... and having her close was helping him recover from that as well.

"When did I ask to be let out...?" Trissie managed after a long moment of just holding onto him. "I don't remember..."

"Oh, you told me you had an appointment you had to be at in person..." Forest's voice lilted with a hint of mischief, the cadence of 'I know something you don't know' present in his timbre.

"Huh... my closest appointment is months off? They were so booked up I had to take something way out in October..." Trissie blushed softly as she put the pieces together. "How long was... was I in the core...?"

Forest squeezed her and rumbled, rolling partially onto her to apply some weight but not enough to fully topple her under him. "Eleven weeks, three days, nine hours, twenty-seven minutes and change..." The wuff sighed tenderly, perhaps even nostalgically. "And it took quite a while to get you to down there to begin with..."

The skunkette huffed quietly, torn between trying to tug him all the way on top of her or just burying her face against his soft fluff to hide the depth of her blush.

"I know, right?" Forest giggled, resting his jaw atop her head lightly. "I'll just have to have you arrive one level above the core by default when you enter the Forest from now on..."

Trissie whined, fidgeting.