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Karpok hummed to himself a bit as he typed on his specially-made keyboard, big enough for his massive hands to type without error. The massive orca was in contact with an admirer and belly-lover in the lower forty-eight, and it looked like he would be crossing the Canadian wastelands to get to the Alaskan waist-lands in the near future.

Jim came up behind his mate and rubbed his paws along the cetacean's shoulders. "Anyone brave enough to trek up here to become one more inch of gut-cumference?" His belly pressed into the back of Karpok's head as he spoke.

"I have to say, that's the worst term for the sexiest thing I've heard today." The Orca said playfully, leaning back against the wolf's belly. "A fan is coming, and bringing a friend who could use some help. So even though this is going to be one of our infamous parties--"

"May they forever lay in infamy..." The black wolf interrupted, rumbling a bit as his paws worked along the muscular shoulders of the orca.

"I want you to be a model citizen. I'm going to talk to Bruce about it too so there can be no misunderstandings." The enormous sea-dweller stretched a bit and stood up from his computer station, walking around his chair to mash his own gut into Jim's, navel to navel, "And for now, hand over the boy."

Jim perked, and furtively looked around, "I haven't seen the pup all day."

Karpok chuckled, "Because he's been buried in your navel."

Jim didn't even try to deny it, flexing his gut a bit.

With a soft muffled groan their ward, a normal sized human, started to pass from one navel to the other, writhing blissfully the whole way.

The orca kissed Jim tenderly, before pulling away, a pair of human feet dangling from his black navel as he walked away.

The big bad wolf waited for his mate to be out of the room, and sat down at the computer to read the correspondence, before chuckling, "Oh, this'll be good."

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Haelfonz Tapetum, who wished to be known as HT, was tired. It was a long journey from the Rockies to Alaska, and when you have a travelling companion fuses can get a bit short. The raccoon was driving a rental car, glad the company had provided for snowy conditions and an enormous second driver.

Jonah Aumanil, who desperately wished he was only named Joe, was hungry. The orca was a lot bigger than the standard sized person, and he had trouble getting enough food to keep his stomach pleased with him. He knew about the vore scene for one reason. Eating people was the most efficient way to keep his gut fed, even if the activity did nothing for him in any other way. In fact, most of the time the prey boys into vore that he fed on made him uncomfortable, almost as much as the act itself. He paused to wonder why he was still friends with HT.

The raccoon was a switch hitter on the vore scene, focused on a lot of the belly aspects of the practice. While some focused on the process of pressing another living thing into their body, he focused on the feeling of another fur inside his gut, moving around and just being there. Similarly, he found peace when he was inside someone else's stomach, and found it as pleasant as being full of someone.

Joe sighed, "So... are we close to there yet?"

"We're off the plane, aren't we?" HT muttered, before looking at his phone's GPS and making a turn.

Joe reclined as well as he could and tugged down his jacket over his gut, "Yeah..." His belly complained of its emptiness. The orca sighed and closed his eyes, trying to ignore his hunger.

HT leaned forward as he turned another corner, "That's a lot of cars..."

Joe's stomach complained, "Well, we are on a road."

"No, we're in a driveway." HT attempted to find a spot to put the rental. "Put your shoes on honey, we're here."

With a grunt the orca sat up, wincing a bit, and found himself looking around at what seemed like a parking lot.

The raccoon pulled into a spot, pulling the parking break and shifting into park. He pulled up his hood and looked over at Joe.

The big guy had closed up his jacket, and was undoing his seatbelt. "This place looks more like a lodge than a private home." He reached down to look at the directions on HT's phone.

"We'll know soon enough. C'mon." HT opened the driver side door and entered the arctic air. He quivered and hugged himself, thinking of offering himself up for Joe's complaining gut just to take advantage of the orca's warmth. He looked back at Joe, and then headed towards the door, past all the different cars.

"They better have food that doesn't talk dirty." Joe grumbled.

"Hey, you don't know that they're into vore." HT chuckled.

The orca poked the raccoon's shoulder, "You're on good terms with them, that's proof enough for me."

HT reached up to ring the doorbell.

Through the door, the pair could hear a bit of a commotion. "Clear the door, we don't want to overwhelm our new guests..." a deep baritone voice could be heard over it.

The door opened, and HT grinned , "Trick or Treat!"

Joe looked at his travelling companion, then sighed and looked forward, then up. Even with the height he had on HT, this orca towered over him. Then again, so did his family. "Uh, hey. Not to sound like a needy guest or anything, but I haven't eaten since we were on the plane, and that was an in-flight TV dinner."

"Oh, you must be starved." Karpok ushered the pair into the house, closing the door.

HT looked around at what had to be a couple dozen smiling otter faces. "You weren't kidding about the otter population around here..."

"Despite our attempts to thin the holt, they just seem to grow more plentiful." Jim chuckled, making his way over to the newcomers, parting the sea of otterboys with his bulk. He offered a paw to Joe. "I'm Jim, the man of the house."

Joe had never seen a wolf bigger than him. Sure other orcas, the odd elephant or two, but never a wolf. "Uh... hi." He took the offered paw and shook awkwardly.

"C'mon, let's get this belly fed." Jim reached over and patted Joe's belly affectionately, "Pick an otter, any otter."

Karpok scooped an arm around Joe and lead him away from the wolf. "I told you he wasn't into that stuff, didn't I? I've got a literal ton of fish, cooked and raw, don't you worry." He led Joe off towards the kitchen.

Jim shrugged and patted his own gut, "More for me, then."

HT reached over to feel the wolf's belly.

The lupine chuckled and pressed the raccoon against his gut firmly with a paw, "Bellylovers, nature's self-esteem boost."

"I know, right?" The biggest otter chuckled. He was cuddling with a shirtless human in the conversation pit.

Jim guided the raccoon attached to his gut over to the pit as well, sitting down next to the otter and human.

After a few more moments of nuzzling into the giant gut before him, HT looked over. "Hey there." He reached and groped the otter's gut, then the human's belly.

The human squirmed a little. Since he'd moved in with Jim and Karpok, he'd gained a bit of a pot belly of his own. The human reached over to rub at HT's belly, working a hand under the raccoon's hoodie. "Hi. I'm Jason."

Meanwhile, Joe had sat down at a table. "Thank you, by the way. Most preds just roll their eyes and tell me to eat guys..."

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I wanna feed that poor belly of yours." Karpok smiled warmly, and set down a platter piled high with salmon.

Joe's belly growled eagerly, and the smaller orca stuffed one into his mouth without biting, swallowing the big fish down without effort.

The massive male chuckled and patted Joe's shoulder. "Anything you'd like to drink?"

Joe looked over his shoulder, eyes meeting the bigger cetacean's gut, lingering there for a slow moment. "If guys are gonna be eating each other in the next room, whiskey. Lots of whiskey."

Karpok looked concerned at this, and his belly audibly groaned. "Well, don't go overboard." He swallowed and immediately backpedaled. "You're eating a lot of fatty fish; it's not like you're drinking on an empty stomach-and-you're-an-adult-you-can-make-those-choices." The big orca coughed and turned away to go get the whiskey, his belly letting out another empty growl.

Joe's eyes only left Karpok's belly when he turned away, and he reached to stuff another fish in his mouth. Usually preds made him grumpy, because they reminded him of all the prey boys who try to stuff themselves into him, or manage to get inside. But Karpok seemed different. Welcoming even.

Maybe it was just that he was another Orca.

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Jim chuckled a bit, watching HT and Jason going at it between his and Bruce's bellies. The raccoon's maw was pressed firmly to the human's own, the pair's hands rubbing and groping at each other's shirtless bodies.

The doorbell rang again. A flood of otters romped over to the door and opened it up. "Ah, Hullo sweet little otter boys..." A massive yanuk horse grinned out from under his mane, posing in the doorway, before starting to clop his big hooves across the floor, parting the otters like the sea.

"Hey Cherry." Jim grinned, patting the spot next to him.

HT and Jason stopped kissing, but remained entangled. The raccoon looked up at the stallion.

Cherry chuckled and stepped into the conversation pit, "What do you know? A ringtail with my hairstyle."

"I had it first." HT said lamely.

The yanuk ruffled the raccoon's hair with a massive hand, before his arm was caught by Jim and he was pulled into a hug with the big fat wolf.

Jim rumbled, squishing the bulky equine against his gut affectionately, "Gotcha."

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Joe swallowed two fish at once, and washed them down with a shot, closing his eyes and just appreciating the burn the whiskey sent through his throat.

Karpok's belly grumbled emptily as he looked over the smaller orca. He rubbed over it to try to calm it down, "Was there anything you needed right now?"

Joe opened his eyes and turned to look at the bigger cetacean. His eyes lingered on the empty gut for a long moment, before he looked up at Karpok's face, "I'm okay. Really. Thank you for all this... It's the first time I've been given enough food without some of it being here to get off on sliding down my throat." He said wryly.

Karpok sighed and nodded. "I'm sorry that you feel that way about prey guys. I promise I won't try to serve you anyone who'll moan for more."

The smaller orca smiled softly, "Thank you. Again."

Karpok felt a strong urge to walk over and pin Joe to his body and never let go. Instead, he smiled awkwardly and walked out of the kitchen, starting to pull his shirt off as he approached the conversation pit.

By now it had filled up with romping otters, a black bear with his athletic elk boyfriend, a massively rotund polar bear with some green algae in his fur, and a ringed seal, in addition to the massive wolf, pudgy human, and hefty raccoon. The human had been pulled into the second-largest otter's lap in the meantime, and was securely held in his burly arms.

Karpok smiled, "Well then, I guess it's as good as time as any to make an announcement..."

The door slammed open.

Jim, Karpok, Bruce, and Pekartok each turned their attention to the doorway suddenly.

A massive Kangaroo stood in the doorway, then stepped aside, revealing a bearded dragon bundled up in winter clothes.

"Surprise inspection." The lizard chuckled, walking in and pulling his scarf away from his throat.

Karpok was dumbstruck. Jim less so, "Excuse me?"

The reptile walked towards the conversation pit, as two more muscled kangaroos entered, as well as three equally bulky wombats and a kookaburra. The avian was carrying a tray, and calmly closed the door with one of his talon-feet. "Just seeing how my inventory is being used across the world, while demoing some more you handsome men have never gone for..." Jason tried to place the reptile's accent, but failed.

Karpok found his words, "Ayers...?"

Bruce perked up, "What, you know him?"

Ayers grinned, "Karpok has been a very good customer. On the solstice he tried out my new reformation spell." He pulled off his jacket, throwing it aside carelessly, not seeing one of the Wombats snatch it out of the air. Then the bearded dragon spread his wings.

Jason audibly gasped, "A dragon...?"

Tom squeezed the human close to himself, "A little literal, wouldn't you say?"

"I figure it's best to be called a dragon even in mixed company." Ayers chuckled. "So, when do we start eating all these delectable otters?"

Tom was unimpressed, "Bet you couldn't even fit one."

Ayers smirked, and was suddenly behind Tom and Jason. "What are we betting? Your handsome human boyfriend? Your freedom for the rest of the night? Your second in command rank amongst the holt?"

The big otter looked to his superior. Bruce chuckled, "You got yourself into this mess. Just choose the one that only lasts for tonight, if you're smart."

Tom swallowed, "Yeah. What he said."

The dragon reached down and touched a single claw to the underside of Tom's chin.

Jason found himself sliding off the otter's lap, released from Tom's hold. He nestled in against HT to watch.

Ayers grinned, "Just one otter in my gut to make you mine for the night. Two birds one stone." He flicked his finger upwards, and Tom was launched into the air. Casually, the dragon slipped into the conversation pit and took Tom's spot, putting his arms up behind his head, before gaping wide. He was just in time for Tom to fall down his throat, the motion too fast for anyone to see whether Ayers stretched over him or if Tom just happened to fit through those jaws. The dragon's belly bounced, only gaining an inch or two of volume.

"What's happened to him?" Jason asked softly.

The dragon stroked his belly with a claw, "Don't worry, I didn't feel like making him pudge yet." As he spoke a full sized paw pressed out his belly from the inside, followed by another. Ayers pressed down on the bulges with a rumble. "Mine."

HT licked his lips, "Glad to see a guy who appreciates good bulging."

Ayers chuckled, "Thought you'd like that. So, Karpok, have the games begun? My boys are probably eager to get started. I've brought appetizers..."

Karpok hmmed, "What sort of appetizers?"

Ayers grinned, "My next sample." He looked to Bruce with a lick of his lips, "May I?"

Bruce looked suspiciously at the dragon, "May you what?"

The big bad wolf chuckled, "Come on, he's not gonna hurt your holt, let him show off."

The otter patriarch sighed, "Fine..."

Ayers snapped his claw, and about half of the otters around were enveloped in light. A moment later they were gone, orbs of light flying over to the tray the kookaburra in his entourage was carrying.

Bruce glared at the dragon, "What did you do?"

The Kookaburra leaned down next to Bruce's head with the tray, "Hors d'oeurves?"

The patriarch looked down and gasped. The missing otter boys were an inch or so tall each, draped over a rice ball, and tied up in seaweed.

Ayers chuckled, "Sorry, I thought you would like sushi."

The elk oohed, "I don't know about you guys, but I could go for some otter nigiri."

The avian chuckled, and brought the tray over to the elk.

"What, no chopsticks?" The black bear smirked, looking at the tray as well.

The elk picked up one of the tiny otters by the rice ball perch, "Nigiri were designed as finger food, and are totally acceptable to eat with your hands, rolls need chopsticks."

"Another bit of etiquette. Don't chew." Ayers quipped, winking at Bruce.

"Wouldn't dream of it." The elk set the rice ball onto his tongue and closed his mouth, suckling a bit, before swallowing, "Mmm, wasabiiiiiII!" he looked down, as his stomach suddenly bulged out with the shape of a full sized otter, squirming and wriggling about.

The dragon grinned, "They're surprisingly filling appetizers."

Karpok hmmed, "I think that's the point where we need to start losing clothes, or else we'll really lose clothes."

Jim nodded, "Agreed." He started to undo his pants.

Ayers let out a belch over his shoulder, the clothes Tom had been wearing floating out of his maw wetly.

"Show off." Bruce grumbled.

The dragon winked and looked to his entourage, "Strip down boys, we're joining this party."

Karpok backed away from the conversation pit, before heading over to the kitchen, looking in.

Joe had a healthy bloom to his cheeks, just barely visible on his black skin, but a dead giveaway to the other orca. He'd had quite a bit of the firewater, and a good half of the pile of fish was gone.

"Just wanted to let you know that the festivities have begun out there, so if you wanted anything else, ask for it now..." Karpok said warmly.

"Nah, I'm good for now." Joe smiled over his shoulder, then more openly stared at Karpok's waistline, now that the bigger orca's shirt was open.

Karpok's gut growled audibly. He swallowed saliva, "Well, tell me if you need anything, okay? I'll be in the living room."

Joe nodded, eyes not leaving that big soft mass of black blubber until Karpok left again.

When the big orca returned to the conversation pit he found everyone's clothes had been discarded, and threw his shirt off fully, starting to pull his pants off.

A look around the room showed that everyone, except the dragon's entourage and Jason, had partaken in at least one piece of the otter sushi. HT on the other paw had finished off the tray, and was now groaning happily, rubbing over a belly that writhed and wriggled in all directions. He was laying atop his gut, arms not quite able to reach the floor, but his legs from the knees down were laid on the padded ground. He belched loudly, some seaweed drifting out.

The Kookaburra smirked, and pulled a bento box out from behind his back, "I think you've earned the right to have the best roll we have to offer."

HT drooled, "I'm ready."

The avian chuckled and opened the box, revealing a more traditional roll and a pair of lacquered chopsticks. He carefully picked up the chopsticks with his wing, and picked up the roll. Rather than an otter, a tiny Tasmanian Devil was curled up amongst the rice and seaweed, asleep for the moment.

HT gaped in anticipation, pointing at his throat with a finger.

Daintily the hefty bird placed the roll on the center of the raccoon's tongue, before putting the chopsticks away and closing the bento box.

HT swallowed firmly, and moaned aloud, hugging his belly as the squirming turned to thrashing and flailing. Inside his belly loud gulping could be heard.

Bruce glared at Ayers again.

The dragon chuckled, "Don't worry, he doesn't bite. He just swallows."

"That's not the point." The otter patriarch narrowed his eyes, before he found himself being tugged up out of the conversation pit.

Karpok licked his lips, hefting his heavy otter friend, "Sorry, but I'm starved."

Bruce yelped muffledly as his head was stuffed into an orca maw.

The bulges in HT's belly were getting smoother and less distinct, but they continued to writhe and wriggle as much as before.

One of the kangaroos chuckled, and reached to pat over the racoon's belly.

HT grabbed that beefy arm, and stuffed the hand down his throat, swallowing firmly.

As the kangaroo writhed and Ayers laughed, Karpok swallowed loudly, working Bruce's legs and tail out of sight, swallowing aloud, and sighing, patting his belly.

One of the other kangaroos smirked, leaning back amongst the otters. His body was adorned with a long serpentine tattoo. It started to move across his hide.

One of the otter boys next to him reached to stroke where it seemed to slither across that built chest.

With a soft hiss, the snake pressed out of two dimensions and into a third, wrapping around the otter's arm and slithering towards his head. Although it had gained volume, it still looked like ink.

The otter stared at the snake, "Wow..."

The serpent's tail squirmed around and pressed to the kangaroo's navel, before his jaws gaped and surged over the otter's head. The Kangaroo meanwhile relaxed, watching his tattoo feed, swallow after swallow.

Meanwhile, Cherry was taking advantage of a good deal of distraction from the roo's display to press his shaft's tip up against the feet of the black bear and the elk, before thrusting forward, taking in both athelete's legs to the knee in one powerful buck of his hips.

The pair yelped and started to writhe against each other, as the yanuk thrust again to their hips.

The equine moaned pleasantly, flicking his tail as he reached his arms up to press the bear and the elk together, his massively stretched shaft already working up their torsos, mashing the bulges of otters together between them.

Karpok groaned heavily, patting his belly. It let out an empty growl.

Jim looked up, "Hon, are you okay?"

Karpok smiled, "Just hungry."

The wolf furrowed his brow, "You ate Bruce, you can't be hungry already..."

The orca started to drool, moving over to his mate, "He's already pudge."

Jim swallowed a bit, and reached to rub the side of Karpok's face. His hand met the inside of the cetacean's maw instead. He glanced over to Jason and nodded.

Jason nodded in return, watching as one of the big preds who cared for him started to devour the other greedily. He stood up, and gestured for Nerro to come with him, before reaching out to try to pull an otter along as well. He grunted, and looked down.

The otter he tried to guide away from the predatory endevors all around them was halfway into a wombat, but not in a way Jason had ever seen. The otter was sinking into the burly male's gut like it was quicksand, as the male rumbled and and winked at the human.

"Wanna be next?" The wombat smirked.

"I was just looking for a free otter." Jason blushed a bit, and grabbed a different one, heading up out of the pit to meet Nerro.

The wombat smirked and threw a thumbs up at his kangaroo friend.

The roo smirked, his belly starting to bulge out as the bulge in his tattoo reached the point where 3D returned to 2D, the otter very visibly being transferred into his stomach.

Meanwhile, HT was in heaven, swallowing down the other roo's tail, and making grabby paws for the third and final kangaroo.

The largest of the three kangaroos, covered in muscles and with a perfect 8 pack of abs, blushed a bit, looking to Ayers.

Ayers winked, "Go ahead, big guy, dive in."

The big roo smiled, still blushing, and stood up. He took two big steps, and leaped towards the raccoon.

HT gasped, just in time for the diving muscle mass to hit his jaws, smoothly pressing on in with his momentum as if the raccoon's throat was water. HT gulped compulsively, a little too late to have done anything at all, and groaned blissfully. Now all four limbs were propped up on his gargantuan gut, unable to reach the floor at all.

Karpok swallowed the last of his mate and sighed, rubbing over his belly as it sagged enormously, almost touching the ground. Almost immediately it started to gurgle, and his gut began to compress, and pudge started redistributing along his body. He swallowed and licked his lips, looking over the group still in the pit, and noticed Jason and Nerro missing. He didn't see them get eaten.

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Joe swayed a bit, "Thanks for bringing me more fish little guy." He drunkenly patted Jason on the head, and started shoveling the massive salmon into his throat, his belly already greatly bloated from everything he'd had so far. At the bottom of the pile was Nerro, blushing deeply. "Hey... that's not a fish."

Jason rolled his eyes, "Worth a shot. Plan b then." He tugged the otter he brought to the kitchen to him, "Whaddya say we have a race?"

Joe looked over at Jason, "Huh?"

"Bet you I can't eat this otter before you down that seal!" Jason grinned.

The otter yelped, "What?"

"I've been wanting to try this..." Jason licked his lips, and gaped his jaws wider than the otter had seen any human manage before, before the otter saw only darkness.

In his drunken state, Joe definitely didn't want to lose a bet, so he picked up the platter that contained fish and a blushing seal, opened his mouth, and literally poured the contents into his gullet, swallowing powerfully.

Jason moaned softly around his meal, stretching out around an otter only a foot shorter than him, starting to feel that predatory rush of endorphins that Jim was always telling him about. He worked his jaws around his catch's hips, and tilted his head back awkwardly. Pressure and gravity helped him, and he felt someone pushing down on the otter's feet. He opened his eyes after the final swallow, "Thanks Ji... Karpok?"

Karpok looked mad. Or crazed. Or both. "Why don't you hang out with Jim and Bruce for a while, Jason?"

Jason nodded nervously, starting to walk to the living room, both arms cradling the wriggling mass beneath his pale skin. He didn't get far though.

Karpok swallowed Jason in nearly one gulp, and his gut gurrrgled desperately.

Joe was staring at Karpok now, eyes fixed on that gut.

The bigger orca set his hand on his belly, and winced, as it once again grumbled hungrily. "Are you okay, Joe?"

"I'm okay. Are you okay?" Joe got out of his seat, and moved to the bigger cetacean's belly, stroking it slowly. It growled and groaned.

"I... I'm fine. You just sit back and enjoy your not-people food." Karpok drooled. Every moment was fighting off the urge to grab Joe, and open wide...

"S'not fair that I stuff myself and you get nothin'" Joe slowly pressed his face against the top of Karpok's belly, rubbing and kneading with his hands.

"Y-you're saying I should eat something?" Karpok swallowed, but the drool kept coming.

Joe nodded, even as he gave that big belly a hug. "You're really comfy, Karpok..." He yawned, the massive meal and booze combining to make him drowsy.

Karpok licked his lips, "I'll keep you safe and warm..." His jaws opened wide.

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Ayers casually slurped up a pair of yanuk hooves, stroking his still minimally bulged belly pleasantly. He, the kookaburra, and HT were the only ones still sitting in the pit. "I'd say that was a lovely party. How about you, kid?"

HT belched low, his stomach starting to grrrugggle.

"That's what I thought." The dragon chuckled, and rubbed over his avian attendant's massively bulged stomach affectionately.

The kookaburra belched wetly, and winced, "Ugh, algae. I need to eat cleaner polar bears from now on."

Karpok came out of the kitchen. He was enormous. More so than usual. He looked like he might have gained height just to carry his new weight. His hand was stroking over his belly slowly, like a mother might over her pregnant belly. He was muttering, "I've got you, don't worry."

Ayers smiled broadly, "Those protective instincts are pretty strong, aren't they?"

Karpok looked at the dragon guiltily, "I don't know what you mean."

"What I mean is," the bearded dragon grinned, "Your body kept makin' room for him before you even knew you wanted him inside. Consciously that is."

HT looked around blearily, "Where's Joe?"

Karpok almost barked out the word, "Safe." He put a hand to his mouth, then looked at Ayers, "Did you do this to me?"

"Maybe." The dragon grinned. "Hate to eat and run, but I have other clients to show off for. Feel free to contact me if any of the spells I showed off tonight piqued your interest. Don't worry, your friends'll still reform here even if I'm not." He snapped his fingers, and he and the kookaburra were gone.

"No seriously, where's Joe?"

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Joe was currently curled up in a snug ball against his own bloated belly. Hot, wet flesh surrounded him from all sides, but somehow he felt like he was floating. It reminded him of the peace he felt when he was out in open water, but a lot more intimate. The walls gently flexed around him, but they didn't try to work him down, they were just stroking and massaging, along with the gentle sensation of a hand petting along his spine. He sighed happily, and drifted off into his booze and overeating induced stupor, feeling safe for the first time in a long while.