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Tris groaned contentedly, pressing his full and active tummy against the bed.

Inside, Kai murmled and pressed around weakly, a blissful expression on his face. He was softening with every moment, in mind and body.

The big labrador bit his lip and curled his toes as he felt the hybrid inside him give, and the warm, blissful tingle of taking someone so deeply into himself. His body was swelling, growing with new mass as the living, squirming shape in his midsection diminished.

The hyenolf let out a soft, happy whine that ended in a gurgle, losing himself to the sensation of becoming more dog heft. He could feel himself compressed wherever the dog's weight drove him into the mattress, but it was a far different mental map to when he'd still been a separate person tucked inside a tummy. Now he could feel the soft, heavy deposits of fat he had added to, and each compression sent a warm tingle of bliss through his ensnared soul.

Sighing, Tris rolled onto his back, one hand reaching down to trace the blue stylized M that had formed beside his navel, closing his eyes. “Got you~"

The marking glowed beneath his touch, Kai deep inside still bearing the brunt of the sensation of being buried within his friend's softness so deeply. It gradually faded as he relaxed, his mind wordlessly agreeing with the dog's statement by emitting an image of himself buried deeply within the comfiest bed, under the comfiest downy blankets.

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Evan squirmed in his seat. The human sent out a series of heart emoji after his last description of Kai buried in Tris.

On his screen, over Telegram, Tris sent a sticker of himself showing off his tummy, with that blue mark plainly displayed.

The human looked at the clock and sighed. Time zones were hell, and he was about to have to go to work. He typed into the text field: “*With a gentle wobble, dogpudge settles down to rest on the good boy's waist*" He fidgeted a bit, and not a moment after sending, followed up with a parenthetical. “(I gotta get going, warrrrk.)"

A few moments later, Tris' reply came through. “*After a nice, deep rub to make sure the yeen was settled in, the pupper glanced aside and smiled* Don't worry about it, I'll be here."

Evan sighed and reluctantly shut down his computer. He stood from his desk and finished up the last of the buttons on his shirt, before slipping his shoes onto his feet. He huffed a bit, thinking back to how his friend had so gently but greedily devoured his proxy online.

Another wistful sigh past his lips, before the human made sure he had everything he needed to leave the house. He made his way out, thoughts of soft dogs and their cozy, unfairly hot tummies dancing in his head. He locked the front door and left the house behind, headed for work.

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Tris licked his lips on his bed, stroking over his midsection. Kai was sleeping for the time being, tuckered out from the process of being integrated into his body so completely. The big black dog carefully sat up, working to not jostle his wobbly form too much as to disturb his passenger.

The pup looked Aside. He hadn't looked left, or right, or up, or down. He looked Aside. He saw the OOC comment still floating there and the darkened square on the far side. The window out to where the human who was Kai… and others the dog knew well. He'd only ever perceived the window itself once one of them was fully incorporated into his body, and this time, he'd do something about it.

Pushing off, the labrador moved at right angles to all known axes for his world…

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The computer screen in the empty bedroom came to life suddenly, showing nothing at first. Then, as if the screen was rubber, it distended outward. A hybrid of hand and paw was pressed from beneath the surface. It deformed further, and then suddenly the vague grey of the screen gave way to black with glossy highlights on the claws and pads. In that moment it jerked forward, the hand clear of the screen. It grasped around for something to hold onto, fat digits curling and reaching. Eventually it wrapped around the frame of the monitor, and shortly after the hand's twin jutted out into reality with a similar stretch and lurch at the breakthrough.

Once both paws had a good grip, the center of the screen distended with the tip of a canine snout, hackles raised a bit with exertion. With as abrupt a pop through as both hands, the dog's whole face jutted out, glasses and all. “Oogh, this is harder than we wrote about…"

Pulling harder, Tris worked the rest of his head out into the outside world, his fluffy tuft of headfur flopping forward to cover one eye as usual. Said 'hair' on the dog was dyed purple, matching the hue of his eyes. Feeling his elbows squish into his ribs in the realm between from his position, he let go of one side of the monitor and reached his arm as far as he could outward, shoulder pulling through. He grasped the front edge of the desk, and repeated the motion with his other arm, pulling until his soft chest was drawn all the way into view.

The big dog hadn't bothered to put on a shirt after he gobbled up the hyenolf, so the only white fur on his body was now well on display. It was a diamond shape, proportioned as triangles base-to-base with their tips pointed to his throat and belly. Said pudgy dome was already having to squeeze through the opening of the screen's 'window' and he'd hardly cleared his solar plexus. Bending his elbows to tug on the desk, his soft midsection started to work on through.

He silently thanked whatever powers allowing him to do this that he wasn't just dragging the computer screen around the desk, and grasped for the chair sitting in front of the desk. Just as he nearly got a claw on it to tug it close enough to grasp, he felt a squirm in his adipose. Tris blushed softly, “Oh, s-sorry Kai…"

The assimilated yeenolf's mind projected an image of a dog cartoonishly going through a clothes-wringer.

The black lab laughed aloud. “Oh come on, it's not that bad." He wiggled his hips a bit and worked his tummy through the snug square enough for the blue M marking to be revealed to the room fully.

Said shape glowed with his passenger's mild annoyance, the shape of hands forming from beneath the dog's pelt and pushing at the bottom of the screen.

Tris groaned aloud as this press both sent him a few inches freer from the digital space, which allowed him to grasp onto the back of the computer chair, but also felt wonderful, sending a quiver up his spine. In this moment of indulgence he missed that the computer chair was on wheels.

The big lab yelped as this fact became apparent in the form of it rolling away from the desk as he applied weight. Tris' belt and the jeans it was grasping onto started to come into view, signifying the widest point of the pearshaped pup had been reached. This also meant that his center of mass was now outside the screen, and gravity was pulling him out.

With his arms grasping the computer chair, this meant that the wheels kept Tris sliding forward. “T-that's one way to do it…." He muttered bashfully, silently glad he'd waited for the human to leave before trying this. He'd be mortified if the person he'd come to see saw him like this!

Once his plump rump finished squishing through the frame of the screen, he started moving faster as the resistance dropped significantly. His tail was bashfully tucked against his seat as his thighs slid through. Once Tris' knees had reached the outside world, he fidgeted and tried to tug one leg all the way out without kicking the desk.

Having only kicked the desk once, the big lab managed to get his boot treads on the floor and used that point of contact to first reverse the rolling of the chair. Using this newfound leverage, Tris then extricated his other leg from the screen. Panting with exertion, he gained his balance and stood up fully once both his docs had touched solid floor. His tail started to merrily wag again as he looked around the room, the coats hung up, the various caps, the myriad of tennis shoes just visible inside the half-open closet, a nice mirror and an entertainment system across from the computer desk.

Leaving the darkened computer screen behind he went over to look in the mirror, rubbing over his middle gently. “No more wringing for a while. I did the thing."

A cartoony question mark drifted up from the buried consciousness, getting a giggle out of the big puppy. “Oh, you'll see." The lab looked down at the entertainment system and peered at the remotes. None were a brand he'd ever seen and he groaned. “Too much effort…"

He walked back over to the computer and woke it up. Rather than risk doing anything to the screen, he opened a browser window and navigated to YouTube. Starting up a playlist he enjoyed, he full-screened the video and walked over to the human's bed. He tugged the messy bedding up over the mattress and sat at the edge, before crossing one ankle over his other knee to carefully undo the lacing on his boot enough that he could work his wide foot paw out of the snug leather.

Once the big thing was off, he repeated with the other boot, watching the screen idly. He set both boots beside the bed, before turning around and flopping into the middle of the mattress, sprawled out. All four paws dangled off the sides of it at his size. A moment after his weight had come down so powerfully, his abdomen shifted and pushed at the mattress.

Tris blushed, and rolled onto his back. “Sorry about that… and right after I said I was gonna be more gentle, too…" He murmured, rubbing and kneading his paunch apologetically.

The glowing mark's intensity softened, as the buried male accepted this recompense.

The labrador sighed, sprawling out on his back. “Wait… how long is his workday?"

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Five hours of fidgeting, exploring the house, making kissy faces at the mirror while holding the human's shirts in front of his padded torso, spinning in the computer chair, getting dust in his nose from exploring some oft-neglected corner of the room and sneezing, and general sprawling out on the bed passed. Between Kai's occasional shifting re-adjustments under his navel, and bored, stim-related tummy hamboning, the dog's gut was groaning emptily for something to fill it more and more frequently.

Sitting back on the bed, he was about to dramatically lie backwards again, before his floppy ears perked up to a half-flop. That was definitely the sound of the bolt in the front door unlocking.

Bursting to his bare feet, he darted to pause the YouTube video that was playing on the computer and set the bedroom door as he'd originally found it. Tris then got into position.

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Evan groaned softly. Sure it was a short shift today, but it'd been particularly busy and he was left fairly drained. The human slipped through the front door and closed it behind him, making a beeline for the bedroom.

Opening the bedroom door, the first thing the blond man noticed was a pair of almost cartoonishly large boots sitting next to his bed where he hadn't left any. Stepping properly into the doorframe, the bed came into view, and what was on it.

Tris was just in his jeans, knees spread for a stable base along with his shins to keep him from toppling over on the soft mattress. The kneeling dog had one arm outstretched over his head as if casually working some crick out, the other was folded just past a right angle along the back of his cranium, fingers gently clutching the soft forearm on the opposite side. This posture accentuated his tum while downplaying the padding on his chest, leaving it stretched out and his diamond marking clear.

The human swallowed, staring. The familiar cyan M was clear to see on that round, pillowy looking dog belly. And from the way his expression looked, there was no way that this pup was a man in a suit. “Nutbunnies." He muttered, a blush creeping into his cheeks.

The black lab soaked in the writer's gaze, his tail irrepressibly wagging behind him as he waited for the owner of the bed he'd posed on to break the ice.

Evan fidgeted in place, before taking another step into his bedroom. “Trissie?"

“Yeeeeeah~?" The pup crooned, luxuriating in the awe he was receiving. He tilted his head a bit to one side, before letting his hips flop onto his foot paws, making the whole bed shudder and his gut wobble about for a good second after he was set in place. “I'm really here, no doubt about it."

The human worked his work bag off his shoulder, and set it down beside the door on the inside of the room without looking away from Tris. Then he realized he was staring, and turned his eyes away. Evan soon realized that staring at the dog's big docs wasn't much better.

“You can touch if you want to." The big puppy licked his lips far from innocently. “I'm not gonna hurt ya."

Blush flaring up brighter, the man swallowed again, and slowly walked towards the bed until he was standing just in front of it, facing the dog. His hands hovered between loose at his sides and reaching, as if he was still uncertain.

With a light grunt, Tris pressed himself back up on top of his knees, which brought his torso closer to the human. He held forward one arm, out at a tangent from his inadvertent host. “May I?"

Evan nodded nervously, eyes tracing back down to the blue M, and the deep, dark navel next to it. He was thus not prepared for being yanked up against a dog.

Said pup squeezed the human to his body with both strong arms, his tail whapping about behind him. The big dog was positioned so that the man's face ended up smushed to his chest at first, right on the white marking.

Fidgeting with a bashful whimper escaping his mouth as he worked to get his face turned away from the rich vanilla scent of the anthro's silky pelt, Evan laid the side of his head on the canine's chest. He panted a bit. The scent wasn't just that of the ubiquitous spice. There was something earthier underneath it. In no time at all the human recognized that undertone, a swath of masculinity.

No stink from being unwashed, or funk built up from long exertion, but the natural odor that a man has just existing in a space. Evan found himself hoping the dog had rubbed himself into all of the blankets on the bed, if just to keep that scent. He inhaled deeply, and then laughed despite himself as he thought about what was happening. “Oh… Oh, I've gone off the deep end…"

“No silly," Tris cooed, one large hand shifting to cup the side of the writer's face, nearly obscuring it entirely from view. “That one's about Sean." The pup was audibly grinning as well as physically.

The human blinked, starting to make an uncertain erm, before it cut off and he squirmed in place, his blush returning to full force. “Y-You know about… all the stuff I write?"

At feeling the surge of heat under his pads, the dog lowered that hand to cradle around the blond man's hips, gently starting to rock with the smaller male in his arms. “Oh, yeah. A lot if it's a bit too mean-spirited for me but you really hit the sensual details right where it counts~."

The blond man squirmed a little more, but soon settled down, letting himself be swayed back and forth. Between the dog's warmth, his scent, his softness, and the tender way he was holding onto the human, Evan couldn't help but relax. His anxieties from his workday were long forgotten and he just listened to the dog ramble, the tone of voice and the speed the words danced along his ears adding to the soothing effect.

“…and so when I got Kai this most recent time…" Tristan was saying.

Kai chose that moment to wake up again, squirming directly against the thing that was compressing him, which happened to be his human 'creator'.

Evan jumped, putting his hands up to press on the dog's chest. “What was that?"

The dog let him get partially pulled away, but didn't let go entirely, holding the writer at arm's length. At that distance Evan could see that blue M was glowing brightly and the black fur of the belly wobbling as though something was inside. It even went so far for a hand shape to press outward above the navel.

“You're the one who writes Kai as able to take control of dogfat when he's part of me~" Tris crooned, unable to hide the grin that this surprise had brought out of him.

The former hybrid wobbled further, a faint shape of a muzzle pressing outward and moving aside before settling back into a shifting mass.

Tris took one hand off of the human and caressed along the sagging curve of his belly, crooning down at the marking on his pelt. Gradually the wobbling settled and the glowing faded.

“W-was that really…" Evan stammered, and trailed off as he watched the dog settling his tummy back down, his face practically glowing with his blush. He couldn't help himself, diving back to hold the lab tight and bury his face in the soft fur and pudge. He held on like that for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only about ten seconds the way his mind was racing.

Finally, he got up the nerve to ask what he should have started with. “Why are you here, Tris…?" Evan slowly twisted his head to peek from the soft fluff at the dog's head.

As Tris tilted his head to make eye contact, the soft belly that the human was pressed against came to life again, but this time it was no willful spirit hijacking fat cells.

This was an empty, resonant stomach growl. The type that could only signify hunger.

The blond man swallowed, his blush flaring up, but he didn't look away this time, waiting for the canine's answer.

Inclining his head a bit to one side, Tris' warm smile gained a bit of a playful smirk. “Well… after I downed Kai, I just…" He growled softly as he paused for effect, eyes drifting into the middle distance, away from the man in his arms, before resuming. “Wanted to have the whole set." He trailed his black tongue across his lips slowly, glistening in the light of the bedroom with the slick drool that filled the dog's muzzle.

He continued wistfully. “But it would be so much effort to go track down Tsumi… and Dylan… and Tieo… and Ahaomi… and Jaeden… and Alexei… and Xi… and..." He trailed off all the way and turned his violet eyes back down to Evan. “Why go through the trouble when I could just have you and get it all?"

Evan coughed and looked away. “T-that's awful greedy, pup." He bit his lip lightly without opening his mouth as his mind went over what the dog had said. Before he even knew he was doing it, his fingers were stroking and pressing in, scritching and kneading along the canine's pillowy middle. “It would be a lot faster, though…" He admitted quietly, meekly.

Tris gently rubbed the back of the blond human's head with his broad paw, tail thwapping about merrily behind him still. “You know if I'm here…" He gestured around with his free hand, his voice dropping into a deep croon, cloying and somehow coy. “It's because I wanna gobble you all up." He let the growl seep back into his voice at the end, and nearly let it take over as he finished the thought. “You've written this story before."

The writer whined aloud, grasping at the silky fur and the soft padding beneath it at the dog's love handles and squirming in place. All the while the dog waited silently, waiting to see how the man would react. Finally Evan settled back down and murmured aloud. “My safeword is 'anchovies', okay?"

The black tail in the room reached a near blur at those words, the big dog it was attached to grinning brightly. “You wanna sink away into that softness you keep writing about~?"

Evan buried his face in the dog's chest again, groaning with flustered anxiety, wrapping his arms all the way around the broad pup's form. He fidgeted, maybe half to feel the soft tum squish against his chest the way it did. Slowly he raised his head to look at the dog's insufferable grin and gave a short, blush-soaked nod.

Tris rubbed the blond mess of hair with his big mitt and gently released the human from his grip, leaving only Evan's hold keeping them together. “Lay down on the bed, then."

Letting go of the big black lab, the human kicked his shoes off quickly and practically dove onto the bed. He bashfully rolled onto his back, looking to Tris at the foot, while his head rested on his pillow. Evan swallowed nervously, but exhaled. He knew Tris. The pup was a big ol' softie. He'd not do anything to hurt the human.

Tris slipped off the bed to be standing on the floor beside the mattress, before he turned to face the prone man. Carefully, he reached forward and took both of the blond human's hands in his soft mitts, enveloping them in warmth. This posture made his belly sag low, swaying gently under its own weight.

Evan squeezed the big paws in his own as best as he could with so little leverage, holding tightly to that lifeline, the warm assurance that the dog was doing this with him, not to him.

The big dog smiled, returning to the kneeling position at the foot of the bed as best as he could without letting go of the human's hands. “Now, gimme those feet of yours~" He punctuated with another sloppy lick of his chops, before parting his jaws, letting the glistening black flesh of his throat come into view.

Trembling, the human complied and raised up his still sock-covered feet, bending his knees and bringing his thighs towards vertical. Once his feet were in front of the dog's open jaws, he took a deep breath and eased them into the warmth he'd been offered.

When the fabric touched the soft palate at the back of his jaws, Tris eased his head down and forward a bit, creating a bit more of a straight path to follow with his first swallow. The big canine kept eye contact with the flustered human, tongue curling forward and wrapping around the still clothed calves to help draw them inward. Another swallow rippling from the writer's ankles to his toes drew the lower legs inward a few inches, the slavering maw nearing his knees.

Evan's breath was racing as the gravity of the situation started to really set in. He was being consumed, devoured, enveloped… He curled his toes and squirmed in place, only really able to do so with his hips on the bed considering all of his limbs were held by his canine predator. He squeezed tightly on the padded paws that were holding his own.

Behind his glasses, the big pup's eyes were watching the human's reactions, his expression relaxed and confident, with a bit of a smile on the corner of his mouth. He swallowed firmly, working over the knees and starting to have to stretch his jaws a bit wider to work up the thighs, while also lowering his head down towards the bedding a bit more to achieve this. Tris gulped again, getting to the point where it was harder to make eye contact, especially with the way Evan was arching his back a bit from the bedding.

As the broad muzzle neared his hips, the blond man gasped out, bending his knees a bit within the tight confines of the throat. His bundled feet had pressed up against a snug barrier and he was pretty sure that it was the fleshy valve leading to the stomach below. Evan's breathing sharpened, and he swallowed, working to steady himself. “T-Tris?"

“Mhmmm?" The dog had no trouble responding despite a good third of a human being in his throat, tail wagging behind him idly. He stayed confident and gentle, after all, the safeword was unspoken still.

“C-could you… uh… I want you to claim me." Evan unsteadily asked, squeezing on the dog's paws again, his voice trembling as it fell into a plea. “Be a greedy p-pred… y-you want all of me, right?"

For a moment Tris was silent, not swallowing or moving his tongue. His eyes were not visible at the moment for the human. Then all around the buried legs, a rumbling vibration tingled into the writer's calves. It felt like they'd been rested on a subwoofer turned to maximum volume. The big dog's growl resonated out into the room, and he suddenly lifted himself upright.

The man in his jaws yelped in surprise as his hips were easily yanked from the bed. The grip on Evan's hands kept his torso from getting left behind, dragging him by the shoulder upright. When he stopped moving, he found himself above the large canine, looking down to see the soft expression gone.

The black lab's eyes were narrowed, a wicked glint in them, while the edges of his muzzle turned up in a grin. He swallowed again, a whole foot up the human's body, before squeezing his jaws in on his catch's waistband, his trousers fully out of sight now.

Down below, Evan felt his feet had pressed through and were dangling in the opening space that awaited him, another low, greedy growl coming from the soft belly below. The writer squirmed and fidgeted, his blush in full force as he saw the look in his friend's eyes.

Tris shifted his weight, and planted a foot on the floor, before rising from his knees to ease up onto the bed, keeping his balance despite carrying a human using just his throat and jaws.

The blond man thought that his head was going to bump into the ceiling, but he didn't even brush it. When he looked back down to the canine, the playfulness had seeped back into his demeanor, but the greed was still at the forefront.

Another low rumble came up, the dog proving his skill at enunciating with his mouth full. “My humie…" He swallowed again, pulling down with his grip on the smooth-skin's hands, his jaws slipping around the shirt-covered waist of his prey. As he felt the man's feet inside 'touch down' on his stomach lining below he took a moment to press his teeth down, mimicking the motion of chewing. The dog did so without any of the force, not even tearing through the flimsy cloth, let alone marring the skin below.

Evan exhaled with a shudder, his head lolling back a bit as he shifted his legs, not able to do much else, and even that was so restricted. The human felt the pressure increase against his feet as the teeth relaxed their grip.

Tris growled deeply as he slowly released the pressure on his teeth. He then swallowed a good eight inches in a single contraction of his throat. The dog brought his jaws back down quickly next, like he was chomping his way up the man's torso. The process repeated again, getting his teeth around the smaller male's chest.

The human felt his knees being forced to bend, sock-clad feet sliding towards the navel-side of the stomach from within as well. As spacious as it felt compared to the throat, it was still going to be a cramped enclosed space to curl up inside, he knew.

Shifting his grip on the man's hands, the black lab lifted his arms up, raising his catch's arms in the process. This eliminated the potential roadblock of the armpits. The next greedy gulp-chomp of his maw brought his canines in contact with the bare flesh of Evan's throat.

It also brought the blond's knees to the 'floor' of Tris' stomach. Evan could feel himself kneeling within the dog, his head and arms the only part of him not encased in hot, tight canine flesh. A moment later, he felt the fat black tongue cupping the back of his head, nearly all the way to the crown. He swallowed and panted heavily as the weight resting on his skull turned to a purposeful press. “T-Tris…"

Said canine pushed more firmly with his maw muscle in concert with a new swallow. All at once, the human's head sank nearly all the way between those spread rows of glistening teeth. Tris kept his hold on the man's hands, giving a gentle squeeze while growling. He slid his tongue from the back of the man's head to playfully curl around to stroke along the clean-shaven jawline.

Evan tilted his head back as much as he could, eyes gazing past the pearly gates of the dog's mouth, up at his arms and the big black paws on his hands, and beyond that the ceiling of his bedroom. From this angle he couldn't see anything else.

Tris unwrapped his tongue slowly, grinding it along the other way and over an ear, savoring the direct flavor of man after so much of the consumption had it dulled through fabric. Another low growl emitted from his muzzle as his throat squeezed again, dragging the man down further.

Breath racing nearly out of control, the blond human squeezed on those paws as the black jaws and white fangs took more of the outside world away from his vision, an increasingly small opening left as the maw encroached on his view of the ceiling. He whimpered softly, realizing that his head was already easing into the throat.

The black lab swallowed firmly, and felt his fat uvula grind against the man's chin. He had his hands nearly to his jaws, and gave a squeeze to his prey's own before removing his paws entirely.

Lifeline gone, Evan had a moment of panic as he sank deeper still due to gravity. His hips hit 'bottom', squelching in between his feet into the stomach. That bit more of movement brought his fingers into range to grab onto one last thing. He wrapped his hands around the upper and lower jaws, thumbs braced against the inside of the dog's teeth.

Tris growled again, swallowing. But he didn't do a full force like before, it was like a massage, gently tugging against the grip the human held. At the same time he was keeping his maw and throat open wide enough that the man mostly contained inside him could still see that source of light, the space between the grasping hands.

The human panted heavily. He could feel as well as hear the larger creature's heartbeat all around his head, the steady rush of air. The big dog was surprisingly calm throughout the whole process, taking slow, deep breaths with a steady waltz coming from that life pump. Evan bit his lip a bit as another play-swallow rippled down from his elbows to his waist, the rest of him already spilled into the space below, soaking in the juices there…

Suddenly, there was a jostling as the dog had an idea. The big canine eased himself back off the bed onto his feet, keeping his head upturned the whole time so as to not dislodge his meal. Then, slowly, carefully, Tris bent at the hip like a sword swallower, easing forward like he had at the start of his consumption. His paws grasped the cabinet and the edge of the recess in the wall to brace, before bringing himself all the way to horizontal.

Evan panted as he was eased back onto his back within this space, not sure what was going on until he saw what his only view of the outside world was pointing at. The top of his mirror came into view and his breathing increased in speed. The human swallowed, gripping tighter as the view of his room in the mirror kept changing until the moment he was anticipating hit. Dead on with the reflection.

Out that little gap between his wrists, he could see the greedy, ravenous expression the dog had, as another swallow rippled around him. Evan whimpered as he realized that in the darkness of the open jaws of the reflection, past the shape of his hands grasping tightly, he could see his own eyes buried so deeply in black flesh.

Tris growled, his tongue caressing one wrist, then the other, as his voice surrounded the trapped man. “You can resist all you want, it's no use. You're mine~"

The human shuddered, shifting his hips and squirming all over, burying his face against the soft, muscular flesh of the throat around him in his fluster. His grip weakened on the dog's jaws as a result, which proved to be all the hint the canine needed to finish the job.

Extending his tongue, the lab curled both hands together, the maw muscle pressed to both palms, before he swallowed again. “All mine~" He growled once again as he worked the last extremity in from the relative cold of the outside world. Once the tender digits were fully past the threshold, he snapped his jaws shut with a resonant wet clack of his teeth knitting together and sealing off the man in his body.

Evan whimpered in a mix of bliss and flustered need, writhing in that full grip, before he felt the tongue release his hands. He groaned out as the powerful swallows of his early consumption returned, dragging his form along the horizontal tunnel of flesh from maw to stomach. In the process, his knees had to press up along the spine-ward stomach wall until his thighs were pressed to his torso.

Tris slowly stood back upright, licking his lips as he felt the man's head pop through the cardia, just his arms left. They were draining through the muscular passageway like noodles down a particularly wide drain. By the time he had gotten back onto the bed, he could feel the valve into his stomach closing up to seal the human inside his belly.

Inside, in a lusty haze, the writer was experiencing the space his characters had journeyed to so many times. Evan pressed his hands outward, feeling the stretch as well as the resistance trying to push him back into a snug ball. He moaned and attempted to extend his legs, feet pressing out below the navel.

The big puppy gently wrapped his arms around the form of the man making distention after distention showing through his soft layer of pudge, rocking affectionately. “Did you like my greedy, possessive predatory prowess?" He crooned, his tail thwapping around behind him at a mile a minute.

Evan was speechless for a moment, gently pressing against the embrace the dog had wrapped him up in and finding he couldn't budge the strong arms. He shifted a bit, blushing in the dark, before he meekly spoke up. “C-could you do a bit more of it?"

Tris smirked a bit, nuzzling into his tummy tenderly. Now that he had the human all bundled up inside him he didn't have to put on a mean face or anything, just get his voice sounding nice and growly. “You don't even gotta ask, hon. After all, I didn't come here for endo. You're gonna melt."

The man whimpered, shifting and pushing his knees down and outward, while working his arms around within the snug, pillowy folds of the stomach lining. Movement was eased by the presence of so much of the viscous stomach juices, of which Evan was very conscious of their properties. He got his hands down to his pants and unzipped his fly, before fumbling to undo his button.

The big pup growled greedily. “You're gonna churn down just like Kai, humie. Then you'll be a marking next to his on my big, ponderous tummy~" He licked his lips a bit. He hardly had to push it at this point, the only change he had to make for his meal's request was turn the gain up on his tone. He perked a bit as he felt a new sensation inside, recognizing it immediately. “You love knowing that. You've wanted to vanish into a dog for so long…" He reached down and pressed a paw on his belly on the other side from that feeling.

Evan gasped out, and thrust into the stomach lining needily. The human's pants and underwear had sunk to his knees amidst the mess as he desperately worked his arousal into his friend's soft, velvety walls. The pressure from outside just added to the stimulation, and the man let out a startled grunt of pleasure when the shape of that hand squeezed.

Tris used his fingers to compress the walls of his belly around that rocking protrusion, grinning. “Once you get off, you're getting on my hips." He crooned teasingly.

The flustered human couldn't take it anymore at that, and reached his peak with a squeaky yelp. He grasped onto the stomach lining with his fingers as his hips quivered and he released a few drops into the growing slosh of digestive enzymes pooling around his body. He twitched, his whole body tensed up as he rode the height of his bliss as long as he could.

The big puppy smiled, feeling the climax shudder through his friend's form and returned to cuddling his belly. His stomach walls gently compressed Evan back into a more curled position as the man sank into afterglow. “You're delicious, by the way." He smiled, petting over where he could feel his meal's head.

Evan huffed bashfully inside, nuzzling into a stomach wall weakly. His strength was mostly sapped by the rush of endorphins after so much exertion to get himself off. Idly, he traced along the inner folds of the stomach with one hand, pressing up towards where he thought his friend's head was on the other side.

With a soft, playful growl, Tris pushed his jaw into that pressure he felt from the other side while easing his gut down against his thighs. The big pup's tail dragged back and forth through the bedding as he sat into a cross legged position. Once settled, he kissed over the top of his gut, on that outstretched hand and the crown of the hidden human's head. “I've got you, no need to worry~"

“I… I know…" The writer murmured. He didn't even need to open his eyes anymore, there was no reason to in this darkness within. He shifted a little, and spoke up again. “If… if you want, you really can melt me down like you said."

The big dog seemed to consider this for a few moments, idly tracing his big paws around the bundled up form of the man within. “How much holiday time do you have saved up?"

Evan tilted his head, not quite making the connection in his post-orgasmic fuzz. “Huh?"

“Well, if I melt you down, I'm gonna wanna keep you as long as I can…" Tris grinned. “I'll burn through all your holiday time at your job, then see if you want back out at all~" His voice turned back to a teasing growl.

The human whimpered and writhed, covering his face with his hands even though he couldn't be directly seen.

Giggling, the big puppy wrapped his arms tightly around his gut in a snuggle, tail thwapping around faster. “S'what I thought~ You're ever so mine…"

As he spoke, the fleshy walls around Evan started to get a lot more familiar with its occupant. They worked to press as much of their surface as against the partially undressed man as they could with the heavy enzyme-laden juices getting squelched between. Of course, there was also quite a bit of air in the way as well.

As the space rumbled ominously, the frazzled blond felt a light, pleasant tingle starting up in his lower legs and toes. It was easy for him to make the connection that it was where his body had been marinating the longest in the greedy gut he'd begged to take him. Evan panted softly, feeling the slick slime edging up against his chin in the little air pocket at the top of the belly, as the tingle soon struck his fingers, the most narrow of his other extremities, and then gradually working up towards his core.

Outside, Tris gave a squeeze around his belly with his arms, eyes lidded. While he'd enjoyed the flavor and feeling of the human sliding into him, the part that really got the big pup going was what was to happen next. He could feel his inner muscles forcing all the air to the top of the stomach with their contractions. The dog realized a belch was trying to rise up his throat, even starting to bulge his neck. He swallowed powerfully and forced the air back down for his prey to use while he still could.

Evan gasped, holding his mouth shut as the level of stomach juices abruptly rose, going all the way up to the crown of his head, before he heard a swallow from above. The slime just as quickly was forced back down, displaced as the spot at the top of the belly re-inflated. Moments later, his ears were feeling that overwhelming, warm tingle.

“That's it... I've got you, just.... let me have all of you~" Tris murmured dreamily to his stomach's occupant, feeling the shape under his arms softening gradually. He nuzzled into where he felt the human's head. “Melt~" The lab crooned lovingly, eyes rolled back in his head.

The writer had no choice but to comply at this point, his conception of everything in his body below the waist and elbow having grown abstract. It no longer mapped to how his brain had always held a body, and it was quickly getting harder to think as well. Evan moaned out, but it devolved into a gurgle, as he let himself sink into the increasingly cream-colored juices of the stomach. His chest and shoulders were there, but not where he thought they should be. His head was swimming... or was it sloshing?

Tris laid back on the bed, groaning as his belly sloshed nearly onto his face when he pushed his hips upward. Around his distended middle, the labrador fumbled with his own jeans, working the fly down and wiggling partway out of them. His black maleness readily escaped from the soft fuzzy sheath it was usually trapped within, throbbing as it plopped onto the underside of the grand gut.

Evan burbled as he felt himself slosh over, easily keeping the same orientation as the belly around him moved. He could feel all the walls of the stomach, every crease and ripple of it, apart from what was on the far side of the trapped gas bubble. He could even feel his clothes, settled into the bottom of the belly, which happened to be what he'd considered the 'back wall' until now. He let out a surprised glurk as below he felt a valve relax, and he could feel his form starting to be drawn outward through it in short spurts.

The dog grasped his shaft as his gut let out the distinctive 'glut glut glut' of chyme starting to get pumped down the pipes, into the winding mass of intestines that were made to assimilate anything he ate. The digestive system of the big canine was extremely efficient. A greedy puppy didn't waste an ounce, after all. He quivered, spurting a bit of pre into his fur as he felt his belly gradually shifting downward as the mass inside his stomach swelled out his bowels bit by bit.

The former human could feel more of himself in the winding tunnels deeper inside the dog than in the stomach now, flowing along where the muscular contractions guided him. As disorienting as it was to no longer have a body in the traditional sense, he still felt all of himself. Even as the greedy walls with their absorbing villi coating every surface drew at him, every bit of the molten man could be accounted for. Distantly, Evan could feel a general shape starting to form: the very shape of the outer surface of the belly that claimed him.

Tris grasped around his forming knot with one hand, jerking powerfully with the other. His fat palm and pads ground into the pre-lubricated spire of canine masculinity. Unobserved by either male, the black fur next to the blue M marked onto the lab's gut started to lighten, forming a gray, tribal looking spiral. In two of the gaps between the arms a red and a green circle appeared. If there was a third dot, it was blotted out as the marking partially overlapped Kai's own. The hyena's marking glowed a bit, and the glow traveled into the increasingly present pattern, before both faded together to their vibrant, colorful selves atop the dog's shrinking gut.

The last of the former human was pushed out of the bottom valve of the furnace he'd been smelted down in. So much of himself filling the ten yards of entrails that comprised the dog's digestive system, but even more he felt gracing the dog's chest and arms, down his thighs, and quite a bit on his hips and squished under the weight of the canine's pelvis. But the lion's share of the writer was forming up a new layer of adipose clutching to the big puppy's belly, making that navel just that bit deeper from the 'sediment' buildup.

Tris couldn't take it anymore, squeezing both his paws tightly on his shaft as his toes curled tightly and his whole body tensed. This resulted in an unintended side effect: The belch he'd been holding in so long was forced free. Due to the shifting of contents the dog had underwent, his throat distended much further than just the bubble of gas would cause.

As the big lab's body quaked in the throes of his orgasm, the wadded up clothes that Evan had worn into the predator was disgorged on a wave of released gasses. The mass broke up as it came out of the dog's slack jaws, spreading apart like buckshot and spattering down all over the bed around him while the knotted shaft gushed rope after rope of mother of pearl across the dog's black fur, and over the colorful markings on his belly.

Tingling of a new type had overwhelmed Evan's mind, feeling the dog's pleasure vicariously. He even felt a part of himself having been integrated into the big pup's pelvic floor, the muscle flexing over and over again to eject the canine cream forth. He was beyond words, just awash in so many powerful sensations. As the last of him went from the greedy twists and turns of Tris' internal labyrinth to flowing his bloodstream and settling into place as part of the massive lab, the former human felt properly relaxed for the first time in as long as he could remember.

The black puppy's peak subsided, and he blushed a bit, looking around at the saliva-soaked clothes all around him on the bed. “Oops... well, you were gonna probably launder these sheets anyway, right?"

Tris felt the familiar warmth of his pudge passenger's mind sending thoughts his way in reply. A nice red X over the idea of a washing machine, followed by a first person view of the blond man bundling up in those sheets and just... breathing in the dog's lingering scent.

Blushing a bit at that thought, the dog weakly sat up, “I'll at least get the wet stuff off..." He stood up with a happy groan, feeling the new weight added to his frame. Even the pads of his paws felt just that bit more plush, the wonderful living meal gone to his whole form. He stood a few inches taller, and his jeans were definitely going to be tight when he decided to fasten them back up. For the time being, he gathered the wet clothes, and with a bit of a naughty smirk used the discarded shirt to wipe the seed from his fur.

The spiral marking just above the dog's navel glowed as the fur was cleaned, the flustered mind deep within having clearly realized what that feeling was.

“You were going to have to wash these at least, anyway..." The large puppy sheepishly muttered.

The belly rocked of its own accord as Evan got a bit more used to being part of a big cuddly dog.

Tris stroked his tum tenderly as he dropped the clothes into the laundry hamper, shuffling back towards the bed. He was quite a sight with his jeans still taut between his slightly spread knees, spent shaft flopping and sending trails of post-cum swinging about. It mostly got into the fur on his thighs, however.

The big dog sighed as he sat back onto the bed, tenderly kneading and stroking his belly between his broad hands. “I was just teasing before, you know that right? Whenever you want to come out, I'll let you out. I'm a good boy."

The spiral and its dots, including a section of the cyan M, glowed as Evan responded strongly. The image was of a stark, barren room, cold and exposed without the dog.

Blushing, the dog smiled. “Well, whenever you do feel ready, I'll let you out."

The belly wobbled back and forth, like someone settling into a heavy cushion, before the glow subsided again, and Tris could feel that deep contentment resonating from the buried writer.

“You're gonna have to ask me though." The black lab smirked a bit, gently jostling his tummy. “Don't forget there's a world outside of me." He paused, an insufferable grin painting across his muzzle. “Or... do. That would be adorable~" He crooned, wagging quickly at the thought.

The marking glowed brightly again, as the soft adipose rocked and shook about, a few lumps forming as the presence deep inside the mass of dog fat squirmed in a moment of overwhelming fluster.

Tris cooed, seeing vague hand shapes form and press out his pelt from within amidst the bashful wriggle. “You're a natural at being dogfat. Took Kai a couple times to be able to form hands~" He teased affectionately and craned his head down to kiss his belly.

Evan kept wobbling, a foot, and then a bit of his head pushing outward. However, below the bridge of his nose that face no longer resembled the human that had vanished past the dog's pearly whites. A fairly blunt snout shape formed and opened below the brow's impression in a bashful whine that sounded a bit like an otter's squeak in Tris' mind.

The big pup seemed entirely unsurprised by this, knowing the writer well. Kai wasn't his personal representation in the other world, after all. He caressed over the spot after the muzzle had sunk back into the fat, tail thwapping about the bedding behind him.

The former human hadn't noticed anything different, just the taut resistance to taking form exerted by his predator's possessive body.... That thought just fueled his squirmy outburst further.

The big black lab gently caressed his gut as it wobbled back and forth and forward and back, with a few bulges up and down for good measure. He shuddered as the shape of a foot grazed over the top side of his spent shaft, still mostly erect as his sheath waited for the knot to go down naturally to start reeling the phallus back home. “C-careful..." He murmured. “Don't wanna just lay on your bed jerking off for the next three days."

The fidgeting stopped, and slowly, as if embarrassed to present the thought, the former human displayed images of the big puppy getting off in every possible pose on a bed, with a tinge of the idea of marking a claim tinting them all.

Tris blushed. “You always were the naughty one." He muttered affectionately and stroked over his tummy. He sighed and slowly stood up with a grunt, having used up a lot of his energy with his recent activities. Using two fingers he tugged open his sheath enough for his shaft to recede on its own, sighing in relief at the feeling of the taut root finally being allowed to relax. This also gave him the confidence to try to get his jeans all the way back on. Carefully he tugged his boxer-briefs up around his hips and over his spent bits, getting them nice and situated within the fabric. Then he bent his knees to reach down and grasp his belt.

Lifting the waistband, the big dog very carefully tugged it back to where he thought it should be, and noticed the open fly was cupping his junk quite a bit. With his big mitts he carefully tucked and re-arranged until he got the fly closed without catching on any sensitive parts of his anatomy. He did up the button and the belt, noting he'd gone up a few holes on the leather strap with his increased girth. The denim creaked a bit as it hugged the dog's rump and thighs so much tighter than when he'd arrived.

Tris tugged on the fabric just at his knees to bring the hems up and carefully eased his feet into one boot, then the other. He sat back onto the corner of the bed, and bent down to start lacing. He hadn't thought about what this position would do, though.

As the thighs were forced to squish into the broad ball of dog fat, its most recent occupant stirred again, the image of a blond otter boy pinned in a folded up chair drifting up to the dog.

Chuckling with a bit of embarrassment, but mostly amusement, he kept working on his laces. “Sorry, I just gotta put these on before I head back. Can't leave them in your room after all." He did try to do it as quickly as he could without making too big of a mistake. Once he had both boots laced and tied, he stood back up again and cradled his belly in his arms. “Now, there's gonna be one more squeeze, okay? Gotta get back through your monitor."

Evan's mind tossed up a question mark, and the dog shared back a memory. The image of himself wriggling out of the former human's computer screen. The spiral marking glowed brightly as this flustered the mind trapped within the dog's hefty midsection. A few more wobblings started shortly after.

“Sshhh... it'll be easier going back in." Tris crooned softly, stroking in tender motions with his fingers spread. “It's... well, it's not 'down' but it's like down." He walked over to the computer, and peered firmly at it. The monitor suddenly returned to the grey, half-lit blankness it had been when he'd crawled out, and reached out to push his paws against the screen. Like before, it deformed from the pressure, but this time inward. With just as an abrupt a lurch, his wrists were through, conformed to by the material of the barrier back to his world like he had ducked his hands into puffy bread dough. With gravity on the dog's side however, things went very smoothly. He just had to duck his head between his biceps, feeling his head press through as well.

Distantly, the former human felt something odd as more and more of his host crossed through the screen. It wasn't any direction he was familiar with that the mass was turning in, but it wasn't bending the big dog either. The sensation became more intense as the pup's chest, then belly started easing through. Like on the way out, however, Tris' girth was testing the size of the pathway out. The nearly square frame compressed on the fairly circular cross-section of labrador.

In the space between on the other side, Tris reached down? Up? Well, back to help push at the frame from within. He could feel his flustered passenger squirming again, and at least the motion helped inch his gut and love handles through the snug spot.

Evan pressed around, the otter's face appearing once again between a pair of clearly webbed hands near the edge. Forming fists of his hijacked adipose, he ground downward into the frame.

The hefty pup murmured. “Thanks ott..." He smirked a bit at the confused fluster this brought him, and then yelped a bit as his boots lost traction with the floor outside, and flipped upward, probably knocking the computer chair across the room for all he could tell.

His hips dragged through the snug frame faster than his belly had, but they were mostly already compressed by the clingy denim. Without the grip on the floor for leverage, Tris was toppling, his boots kicking in the air as his legs fell through the membrane. The treads of his docs were the last thing to pass through.

The computer screen went dark again, as if nothing had happened, leaving the messy bedroom empty of people, furred or otherwise. Only the scent of dog, messy clothes in the hamper, the unusual placement of a computer chair up against the opposite wall from the computer, and a few boot scuff marks were left to show anything had transpired there.

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Tris sighed idly to himself, walking around his house. His paws were thoughtlessly bouncing between middle digit and thumb in a back-forth drumming motion along the sides of his belly as he tried to remember why he came into his kitchen. It'd been a couple days now since his journey to the other side, and his passenger had had no real complains, only a few flustered objections.

Thinking about that roused Evan a little bit, the tummy pressing into the palm of one paw that was drumming, stopping the motion. The vague feeling of an otter muzzle through his pelt ground along that hand, while the shape of a thick rudder momentarily surfaced on the other side.

It had taken mere hours for the former human to apparently forget he'd been anything other than an otter outside the dog, a fact that amused and embarrassed Tris. He couldn't help but smile, tenderly murmuring. “That's a good ott. I've got you."

The motion within his adipose settled down again as the marking faded. In the dog's mind he saw the mental image of the blond male tucked down into the heaviest, poofiest blankets, in a hammock that swayed with each of the dog's footsteps.

Tris tilted his head and couldn't resist letting out a soft 'awww' at the thought. His adoration was interrupted by a key in the latch. His ears perked up, and he headed for his doorway. He'd only given a key to one person, after all.

Dylan stepped into the house, taking a deep breath of the scent of the big dog that lived there, and smiled brightly when he saw the shirtless lab heading his way. “Oh, did we grow out of all our shirts, puppy?"

The big lab grinned guiltily, looking up and down the leather-clad blond otter. He hadn't told Evan, but the otter he'd been becoming was one of his friends as well. The writer probably could have intuited that, if he weren't so buried in heavy fat and affection. Dylan was the character that the former human had created to represent himself, though the hybrid hyena still gracing the dog's waist was his more public facing persona.

And Dylan was approaching, his webbed hands making itching motions before they even made contact with the heavy dome of dog gut. He gently rubbed and stroked, giving a squeeze. “How's my puppy doing?"

Evan hadn't expected the contact, having not felt Tris' hands moving towards himself at all. The belly fidgeted in surprise at the feeling.

The black lab automatically looked down to his tummy and murmured, “It's okay ott. Friendly hands."

Dylan perked, looking over the belly and tracing along the silver spiral. “Another otter? One I haven't met? Are you trying to make me jealous, puppy?"

Tris blushed deeply, but eased his arms around the leather jacket draped open on the shorter male. “It might be a technique I've used in the past to get some doom, if that's what you're insinuating." The labrador nuzzled into the blond hair and inhaled deeply, taking in his friend's scent. “But that wasn't my intent, no."

“Then who is he?" The slender otter pressed on either side of the tummy and jostled playfully, before kissing the big pup's chin. “I don't recognize this mark on your tum at all."

The dog's gut let out a low rumble. “Well, I could introduce you..." He licked his lips, getting a better grip on his friend.