You know how it is.

You're just chilling out by yourself, flumped back in your chair, watching some inane mid-day television show. Click, click. You start channel surfing for something better, but that's a lost cause entirely. You're bored...way too bored.

That was my situation. And like any lazy lizard with nothing to do, I started to get hungry. "Grooowl~" went my belly. Stuffing my face would be the most exciting thing to do right now, after all...

I looked slyly to my side, across the living room, to my good friend Frostbite. The igwulf sat in another comfy chair, engrossed in a novel of some sort. ...Easy pickings.

I stood up and slinked over to Frost; the igwulf's eyes were glued to his page, and he didn't even notice me. Yet.

"Hey, Frost!" I exclaimed to get his attention, a bit of drool gleaming off my teeth as I grinned...

This is part 1 o' 3 of a comic   Frostbite-w put together for me, because he thinks of me a lot and is really nice like that. n..n

Just some good 'ol, somewhat-forceful, soft vore action! Can't go wrong! <3