Glomp! Even with my lips stretched apart by the size of the igwulf between them, I still managed to grin quite widely as I devoured the soft, fuzzy, and delicious meal. Frost's head continued to descend my throat, and I could feel the strain on my collar as he stretched out my neck; it was a good thing that most of my collars were elastic!

My snack of a friend attempted to hug behind my neck with his arms, trying to push himself back out. Of course the effort was unsuccessful; I continued to gulp and swallow, putting pressure on his arms as I ate and straining them to move to his sides, where they belonged. A quick shrug of my shoulders finally loosened his grip, and allowed me a particularly smooth and slick guuulp as his body became more 'streamlined'.

While Frost was a big igwulf, easily bigger than me, I had little trouble supporting his heavy frame as I devoured down his chest and belly. His feet, flailing about, left the ground; I simply widened my stance to steady his lopsided weight and continued dining. Out the corner of my eye, I could see my friend's long, flexible tail snatch up the fallen book; I chuckled to myself at this. It must be quite the engrossing book if he wanted to bring it along with him!

I raised my head back up as the igwulf's crotch fell past my lips. My forked tongue played with his legs, slurping along his plump thighs and even curling around them to pull them deeper. My maw-muscle did the same with his padded feet, as his legs slid wetly down my gullet, tasting over the meaty green pawpads with the last of my hungry vigor.

Finally, my swallows weakened and slowed. Frost was sliding down my slimy digestive system by virtue of gravity alone by now, and I simply patted my distending belly in satisfaction. Admitting defeat, the igwulf's tail curled inward on its own accord, the end still coiled tightly around that book. I grunted a little as the blunt, rectangular object was brought into my mouth, putting a paw on the other end of it to help shove the awkward object into my throat, trying to keep my page-wettening drool to a minimum.

The cardboardy-tasting object was hardly tasty, but it was an acceptable compromise. Sure, I might've forcibly devoured one of my best friends without warning, but I wasn't so heartless as to deny him a good read while he visited my gut. :3 The reading material grinded down my throat, finally plopping down atop Frost's head as it fell into my stomach.

I whew'd and panted, flopping down on the chair Frost had previously occupied - and chirring in delight to how warm the furry igwulf's body heat had made it. I patted my belly as I felt my bookworm friend get comfortable with his novel, flopping my flaming tail atop my stomach to give him a bit of extra glow to read by. Fortunately, my interior had a natural glow to it anyways -- I am a firelizard, after all -- but my flame would provide a subtle bit of extra light.

"Hope you enjoy your book in there, Snack." I playfully growled at Frost. "Do tell me how it ends. I imagine you'll finish it long before I let you out!"

This is part 3 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

Oh, and I do like reading books. If I seemed to be going 'lol books are dumb' a bit in this, that was merely for the fun of the scene. :3 I do prefer a number of things to books though. I like things with a bit more substance. Like Frost. ;D He has a LOT of substance, as my belly bulge proves. giggles