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Clark curled his tongue around the muzzle sinking past his jaws. The majority of his stocky husband was bulging out his throat and chest immensely, and the elk was savoring this moment. He had wondered what it would feel like to stretch so, but now he couldn't imagine living without this new experience. Finally, it was clear that if he didn't his mate would slip too far for the effect to be meaningful. He closed his jaws, blunt herbivorous teeth pressed together with full lips meeting, sealing the wolf away into darkness. Then he swallowed.

The elk's ears were graced with Maxim's blissful moan from within his throat, muffled but irrepressible. He noted how the sound grew both fainter and more resonant as the bulge of his husband's head sank into his chest cavity. Clark's chest and throat fully returned to their natural state, no sign of the stretch left behind. At the same moment his belly swelled out and filled his lap with the grand feast of his beloved.

With a dainty flick of his wrist, the hoofer uncorked the wine he'd been holding onto for celebration. He sniffed the cork and then easily twisted it off the screw. "You feel divine, darling. Just divine." Clark spoke to his husband with the same lilting air he had when teasing him before all this. The elk poured himself a glass of wine and swirled it, his blunt fingertips daintily holding the stem.

Maxim pressed outward with both hands, making a distinct distention appear in the smooth canvas of his husband's taut stomach fur. The hidden wolf shifted about, and soon pressed his face to the surface, nuzzling outward with a low groan.

Clark stifled a moan of his own, taking the wine to his lips and taking a long, slow sip into his mouth. He lightly swirled it between his cheeks to coat his tongue, before swallowing. It felt almost as though he had swallowed with an empty mouth to the recently stretched throat.

At the addition to alcohol the general pressing and exploratory movements turned into a bit more lively squirming from within.

The elk pondered, appearing externally to have not even noticed the difference in his husband's behavior. Drinking any more would surely rob him of even more of his husband's flavor. He set the glass down and lightly corked the bottle.

Firmly pressing his hooves to the floor, Clark hefted himself to standing with a grunt. His gut swayed forward from the movement and its momentum nearly sent him careening onto the table.

At the same time, Maxim yipped and pressed his arms outward again, as well as pressing his knees against the inner walls, seeming to try to brace himself against the jostling.

The hoofer wrapped his arms up under his gut and squeezed. Clark felt a pressure growing in his throat and closed his eyes. He opened his jaws and let out a long, low belch, feeling his stomach walls close in on his mate comfortably. "There we go, much easier to handle..." He crooned teasily, turning to walk towards their bedroom.

After the expulsion of excess gasses, the hidden wolf's movements turned to writhing while his limbs were mostly pinned together. He couldn't quite make the space to press his hands outward anymore, though he was able to brace his knees and force his face outward, only for a familiar hand to playfully squish him back down.

The elk cradled his belly as he slowly sat down onto their bed, feeling the shifting continue beneath his hide. "Alright... Bedtime for both of us... we've both got a lot of work to do as we sleep..." He kissed the top of the belly, where he saw the muzzle and brow of his husband distending his flesh.

Maxim groaned softly, his movements noticeably slower and less intense than even a minute prior. The wolf let out a soft whine as the belly shifted around him, settling him rather forcibly onto his side.

Clark finished lying down onto his side, his top arm squeezing and caressing the mass of his dear feast over and over again with his blunt fingertips. "Love you, my wolf..." The elk's eyes drifted shut as his body began the great labor of working on the immense meal it had been given, a loud gurgle splitting the air of the bedroom as the wolf too stopped squirming within.

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Clark groaned. He attempted to sit up and found his whole body too heavy. The elk's arms felt heavy when he tried to raise them. He slowly opened his eyes. He saw now that they felt heavier because they were heavily padded. Looking down, he felt his neck fold on itself as new rolls of pudge forced his cheeks upward in the compression. Beyond the tip of his snout his formerly trim chest and belly were laden with an immense mass of pudge.

His stomach let out a low growl of hunger. "What... I absorbed all of you already...?" Clark plapped a hand down onto his belly, feeling his chest and upper arm smoosh together in the process. Even his fingers appeared fatter than they had been before... "I would have thought it'd taken me days my first time..."

"Oh, it did." Maxim's voice struck the air. When Clark looked, the handsome, stocky wolf was holding a tray with a breakfast spread laid out on it. His husband casually set it down, a blush light on his cheeks as he knelt alongside the bed. "You just slept through it all. Your body worked hard on claiming me..." His eyes strayed over the new curves of his mate.

Clark pouted. He'd been looking forward to watching the weight gradually pile on, perhaps grope over his gut as the solid form of the wolf gradually liquefied into something his body could use. His full lips slowly curved into a smile. "Well, I'll just have to keep eating you until it doesn't have to work quite so hard, Max..."

The wolf whined, unable to stop his tail from wagging.