“I caught you, Jake!” exclaimed the wolf, speaking in a British accent as she covered the boy’s face in drool.

About the size of a horse, it was a simple thing for the white and blonde furred wolf to overpower her tasty human friend. Her yellow eyes were vibrant with her excitement, just as her fluffy tail swished constantly back and forth.

“Okay, okay!” laughed Jake, holding his arms up to cover his face from the slimy onslaught of playful wolf licks, “You got me, Arla!” Unable to move with the wolf’s forepaws pinning him down, he was helpless to what he knew came next.

Firstly, the wolf bit down on the boy’s shoes, pulling them off and tossing them away carelessly, before doing the same with the socks, but much more carefully to grab them by the extruding cloth.

“Time to get into my belly, love~!” With that, plus a lick of the chops in anticipation, Arla spread open her jaws wide.

Jake immediately felt the change in humidity, while the gentle breeze of her breath blew onto him. It smelt that of a predatory, consisting of her diet of deer. The saliva coating her maw glistened in the sunlight, especially those strands that connected her palate and tongue. The wet flesh engulfed the entirety of his vision, then everything went black. Arla’s pleasurable noises filled his ears, along with the slick sounds of tongue and throat. Taking in all the senses, Jake closed his eyes.

Arla clenched her throat, taking in the first of swallows. She pulled Jake’s head right on in, working to fit his shoulders. Her jaws yawned wide, beginning to disconnect from her skull, stretching her cheeks, before finally managing to fit them in. Happy of her efforts, her swallows became eager, continuing at a gleeful pace. The tongue slathered the boy’s chest, to which he squirmed in kind, further pleasing the predator. Arla growled in bliss at the strain in her throat, finally reaching Jake’s waist. Bouncing her head up and down, she used the momentum to throw the boy further down her throat. Once enough was in, she raised her head, letting gravity and the slick surfaces of her maw just slide the legs right on down. Meanwhile, her fluffy midriff grew and expanded as the prey was forced to curl up. The feet came right on down, and Arla stopped, taking a moment to taste the last part of her delicious friend. She made Jake squirm, to her liking as every touch and movement he made was heavenly. Growling and moaning, she kept tasting, in bliss from the sensory overload on her tongue, and the strains of her tummy. Eventually, she decided enough was enough and gulped the feet down. Her tongue seemed to have second thoughts, has it reached back, almost to try to pull the toes back out.

The wolf made a massive exhale, as the protrusions on her neck vanished into her chest, and her belly swelled further. Falling to her side, Arla panted and squirmed, loving every movement her prey made. An air pocket escaped her tummy, and Arla’s cheeks bulged in response. “BEEEUUUURRRROOOOOOPE!” Spittle sprayed everywhere, from droplets to globs of the stuff.

The vacuum of air removed space in Jake’s tight sac, making movement more difficult. They were elastic but tight on him, with the air having been alleviating some pressure before her massive belched vacuumed the stomach of it. Now a new pressure exerted upon Jake, pushing in on him and moving across his body.

Arla’s paws pressed into her fur, moving across her round, bulging orb of fluff. She huffed, panting constantly. IT FELT SO GOOD! It sloshed and jiggled with every press, briefly taking to part of Jake’s shape when it bore down against him.

Meanwhile, the human was laughing with excitement, loving the way the flesh squeezed and pressed down on him. Deciding to return the playfulness, he pushed out against the walls with his hands and feet. The efforts rewarded him with blissful moans from Arla, telling him how much of Heaven she was getting. On the right track, Jake now played the role of the prey desperate to escape the belly of his predator, struggling within the confines and trying to find a means to be free.

“Oh… oh… OH!” Arla panted so loudly, as loud as the groans and gurgles her strained stomach made. After a bit of delight, she squeezed her belly with her paws and nuzzled it.

Jake was suddenly pressed from everywhere, completely restrained and forced to be in a fetal position as he received Arla’s affection.

After many licks, the wolf finally spoke, “Wonderful… absolutely wonderful…~” came whispers from her lips. “I don’t think I’ll be letting you out for a while, dearest~.”

“Fine by me~…” Jake replied with a smile, giving the tummy small strokes with his hand. It was enough to reward him with more growls and tummy hugs. Along with the pressure, he basked in the overwhelming heat and humidity, akin to a sauna.

A hugging, loving, tight sauna.

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A small thing I did a month ago that today I decided to clean up and finish finally. Arla is definitely a character I want to do again so expect to see her more often!

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