The wolf winces a little again at the sensation of his stomach's walls being grabbed, but he nonetheless lets it continue; kind of eager to have his prey force themselves inside him like this. Swooce feels the waist slide into his muzzle and finally hit the back of his throat, the canine slowly lifting his head; the large lumps protruding from his neck slowly shifting as the human sinks even lower. He rurrs in pleasure as his stomach's opening accepts the entry of his meal, their head soon enough beginning to cause the top of the wolf's stomach to bulge outward as he continues taking his thick gulps.