Between Jaws and Jowls

Story by Tristan Hawthorne on SoFurry

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#53 of Patreon Reward Vignettes

Fifth Vignette for Kent FA: WomblesFan Badger! Direct followup to Treating the Cold.

Craig is still at the ski lodge and runs into Gerome when he's off-duty. Gerome is ready to humor the awkward badger's requests, but doesn't expect him to want to just sit there examining the inside if his mouth.

Contains: Casual Nudity Setting, Big Taut Ball Guts, Size Difference, Belly Drum, Exploring Unusual Anatomy, Copious Drool and the word Jowls repeated a lot.

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Craig was created for these Vignettes

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Craig was sitting on one of the many comfortable couches within the common area of the main building of the ski lodge. His winter gear was up in his bedroom, and the badger only had his side bag so that he had his wallet and phone with him. He was distracted by the article he'd been looking over on the small screen by a familiar figure heading his way.

Gerome made eye contact, altering his path in the big room to head towards where the badger was seated. The St Bernard was bare as usual, his ball belly swaying and rocking with every step. The shaggy fur that kept him warm out in the snow must have been too much to stay indoors for too long, Craig assumed.

The chubby badger was glad to be proven wrong, waving an invitation for the much larger dog to join him.

Stopping just in front of the couch, the canine thudded the side of his belly, resonating with a sound not unlike a timpani. "I'm off duty right now, Craig." He smiled, winking.

A blush soared up Craig's cheeks as he realized the implication, fidgeting in place. He set down his phone awkwardly beside him on the couch and scooted to make a bit more room on the seat for the larger male.

However, Gerome took up sitting on the floor in front of the couch, his yoga ball of a gut nearly brushing against the upholstery. At his size, he ended up fairly close to eye level with the badger up on the seat from this arrangement. "I'm fine to just talk for a bit if you'd prefer that." He looked to the chubby mustelid warmly.

Unfortunately that was when the badger's eyes locked onto the way that the dog's jowls moved when he talked, and the darkness past his lips. He thoughtlessly watched until he registered what Gerome said next.

"What are you looking at?" The big St Bernard chuckled affectionately.

Blush glowing bright once more, Craig fidgeted, making eye contact, before breaking it again. "Uh... would it be okay if I got a better view of your mouth?"

Gerome smiled warmly, shifting around to be kneeling, belly nearly resting on the floor. The change in position put the big dog's arms up onto the seat of the cushion and his head both lower down and far closer to Craig. "Like this?" He parted his jaws wide enough for a pair of hands to easily fit between his teeth.

The badger swallowed nervously, and then tentatively reached forward. He lightly eased his hands into the warm moist cavern before him, using his plump finger-pads to stroke and explore. He ran one finger along the side of the dog's molars while the other gently squeezed the large tongue. Of course, every point of contact coated his fingers with heavy drool, soaking into his fur.

Amidst this inspection, the St Bernard parted his jaws even wider, almost enough for the whole round badger to roll himself right in. He was breathing slowly through his nose, not pushing Craig nor resisting his prodding. His tongue flexed lightly when the side was squeezed over, also sending the smaller male's taste rocketing to his mind.

Craig's eyes widened as the dog's jaws did the same. He saw the jowls shift in a way he wasn't expecting. The badger carefully removed one hand and scooped his thumb into one of the jowls. Just as drooly as elsewhere, he found. Slowly, he pulled it outward, unfurling the folded flesh until he realized. "Woah... jowls are just... really stretched out cheeks?" He immediately extended his other arm in the other direction, unfurling the still bundled jowl until the maw in front of him seemed to fill his whole range of vision, from inner cheek flesh to teeth and tongue, to the uvula dangling above the entrance to the bigger male's throat.

Gerome rolled his eyes good-naturedly. He'd know n that tidbit his whole life, having to deal with it. Then again, the way Craig stared, he'd probably never gotten a good look. No need to shame someone for inexperience. The St Bernard slowly swayed his tail behind him as he let the badger take his time exploring the inside of his jaws and jowls, feeling him get nearly shoulder-deep already.