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Too shy to practice his swimming around others, Michael waited until it was night and snuck in through a window. The wolf had always been a slow swimmer, barely able to keep himself above the water most of his life. Inside the pool was dimly lit by the lights at the bottom, while the rest of the room was barely visible with the shimmering light. Looking around one last time to make sure he was alone before stripping off his clothes atop his swim trunks. Looking at the water he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, jumping in quickly since he'd likely chicken out if he took his time.

Submerged completely under the water he relaxed, slowly swimming back to the surface. Wading in the water as he took in a breath of air then started to swim around the edge of the pool. Focused completely on the task at hand he didn't even notice as someone else entered the room. "Snuck in, huh?" The voice startled the wolf, distracting him as he failed to turn before the corner, hitting his head against the hard surface. Starting to panic slightly as he realized he was descending beneath the water's surface and scrambled to get back above it. Seconds later he felt someone grab the back of his neck and pull him up out of the water. "You are quite a terrible swimmer."

Looking up he saw an otter of whom he knew was a part of the university's swim team. Feeling more embarrassed now that he had made a fool of himself in front of the best swimmer on the team. "I had permission to come in here to use it, Swift." Shaking the water off of him as he stood up next to the tall otter.

Looking down at the wolf, Swift pushed a finger against the middle of the smaller male's chest and grinned. "I know for a fact the coach wouldn't have let you in here like that, especially with your poor swimming skills." Pushing harder against the wolf's chest, Swift forced him to slip up and fall back into the water, watching him sink once more scrambling back to the surface. "I am glad to hear someone pays attention to the swim team though. So how about this, I won't tell anyone you broke into the pool and even teach you a thing or two? All it will cost you is a request of mine."

Gasping for air upon resurfacing, Michael tried to get back out of the pool only to get pushed back in by that webbed paw. "Please let me out, I promise I won't break in here again." He had heard of the swim team coming in at night for practice sometimes so there was little doubt in his mind that Swift had permission to be here. After a few more failed attempts to get out of the pool, Michael let out a whining groan before saying, "Fine, I'll accept this deal."

"Good," Swift said with a sly grin. "Now swim a few laps so I can tell you what you're doing wrong." He had no real intention of teaching the wolf much besides a few minor comments. Half an hour passed while the wolf swam, it was almost painful for him to watch with just how slow he was. "All right, take a break and relax for a few minutes but don't get out of the water."

Grumbling and wanting to get out of the water from how cold and sore his body was. Michael watched as the otter dove into the water, swimming swiftly around the pool. With Swift now slightly distracted by his own swimming the wolf made his way to the edge of the pool. Just as he got near the edge of the pool, he heard nothing as the water's surface went still and the sound of Swift's swimming stopped. Looking around he couldn't see where the otter had gone off to.

Michael was making it all too easy for Swift by stopping like that, staring at the wolf at the bottom of the pool. Swimming straight for Michael, Swift grabbed the wolf's legs and shoved them into his mouth. Immediately the wolf started to squirm and try to pull away, failing to get a scream out as he was pulled under water. Swift's throat was too strong for Michael, pulling the wolf deeper into his throat with every gulp.

Completely in a panic as he felt something pull him into the water, holding his legs tightly together. One of his greatest fears was starting to become true as he was unable to pull himself back above the water. Looking down he saw his legs inside Swift's mouth and swiftly getting pulled in deeper. Trying to scream out for Swift to stop but the words couldn't come out and only expended the rest of his oxygen. Feeling that throat come up over his hips as his arms grew weak from the lack of oxygen from all his flailing and attempt to yell.

Stopping once he got to the hips, Swift gently bit down just hard enough to penetrate the swim trunks. Reaching for the side of the clothing to tug it off of his prey, leaving his prey completely naked. Clothing was always a pain to digest and cough up after all, especially swimming gear.

Michael went still as his body lacked the energy to move between the otter making him swim for so long and his lack of air. Struggling not to swallow or inhale the pool water even as his lungs burned in their need for fresh air. He could feel the large otter's stomach start to stretch as his hips entered their jaws. Swift's tongue was slurping over his crotch and he wanted to wiggle free but couldn't move his body. The otter was certainly enjoying himself as he toyed with him and Michael had to wonder if he'd pass out from drowning or digestion in the otter's stomach.

He heard rumors about how Swift used to be smaller and seemed to grow over the course of the year. Before he thought Swift might have just been a late bloomer but now he had a better idea how the otter got bigger. How many other people had met this same fate? He had to wonder and did the coach even sacrifice others for Swift's high protein diets.

The powerful muscles of the otter's gullet were pulling him deeper into his predator and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Unable to fight Swift off when the otter grabbed his arms, pulling them down to his sides. Michael knew what was coming next when he felt his hands get pushed into that muzzle and gulped down along with the rest of his body. Only his chest, shoulders and head remained outside of the greedy otter's gullet.

A desperate surge of energy suddenly filled his body as he squirmed, wanting to free himself of the larger male's mouth. When he did however, his own mouth opened and he felt the pool water rush inside with some going down his throat. Making him squirm even more as he realizes he was going to drown.

Luckily if he could even call it luck, Swift resurfaced and allowed him to cough out the water. Gasping desperately for air, Michael filled his lungs with as much of it as possible. Forgetting to even try and escape as the act of breathing was all he could focus on. Feeling like he had gotten water in his lungs with how heavy his chest felt and burned but thankful to have at least some air.

That thankful feeling soon passed as he remembered where he was with Swift's jaws climbing up over his chest and shoulders. Leaving only his head outside as he tried to find the words to beg the otter to stop. Unfortunately he was still breathing heavily after being out of breath for so long. Not that the otter would have listened to him anyways since this was the plan all along.

A raspy whine escaped his muzzle as he still struggled to breathe fully, wishing there was something he could do to get out of this. Another swallow came and suddenly his vision was framed by the inside of the otter's muzzle. He could see just how sharp Swift's teeth were and Michael was definitely greatful the otter didn't chew. Not that it would have made a difference with where he was going but it wasn't something he wanted to imagine.

One small gulp later and most of his head was in the otter's throat. He felt the flesh tightly squeeze around his head, kneading around it and eager to claim him fully. Swift's tongue slurped over his muzzle, tasting and teasing the last part of him that he could. No matter how much Michael tried to brace himself for what was to come, he never fully could. Watching as the muzzle snapped shut, blocking the outside light before a loud and resounding gulp echoed in his ears. Pulling his body down into the otter completely where he was forced to curl up tightly inside that stomach.

He then felt Swift grab hold of his stomach and squeeze over his trapped form before flopping back into the water. "All mine," Swift said possessively. "You'll be a wonderful addition just like all the others." Michael tried to squirm with what little energy he did have but all it got out of the otter was a pleasurable groan. "Keep it up, you have no idea how good it feels to have someone wriggling around inside of you."

It was then Michael realized Swift was rubbing his erection against his belly and was getting off to this. He didn't want to squirm and help the otter enjoy himself but between the paws pressing down on him and the digestion starting he couldn't resist the urge to fight to free himself. Not that it helped any, the wolf's body was too compressed inside that stomach and couldn't move enough to make a difference. His whole body starting to go numb also didn't help, dulling his senses as his body started to break down. Surprisingly it was a painless process to get digested, not that it did anything to help calm his thoughts about getting processed by the otter's stomach.

Michael felt his consciousness starting to fade as more of his body melted into a goo. It wouldn't be long until he passed out for good and became part of this otter's body forever like so many others. Would he go on to the afterlife if there was one or spend the rest of his days aware of being part of Swift's body? He didn't know but either way his life as a wolf was at an end.

Right as the last remnants of Michael faded away, Swift got off, his load shooting out over his belly and chest with some getting in the pool. He'd poke at his belly to see if any part of the wolf remained but felt nothing but the slosh of what he had melted into. Swift was more than happy to claim yet another person and to keep them on his person forever.

Now he just needed to hit the shower to clean himself of this mess and finish digesting the wolf. After which he'd need to swim some more to get rid of this new fat and process it into muscles. He wondered if he'd grow again from this or not since he didn't really want to buy new clothes again. Not that he'd mind if he did just this was starting to become quite the expensive activity.

Pulling himself out of the pool, Swift kneads over his belly and sloshed the contents. Sporting a toothy grin as he made his way to the showers with his thick rudder of a tail happily swishing back and forth. One thing was for sure, Swift was a very happy otter about his catch at the pool tonight and he couldn't wait for the next.