Swooce glucks and gulps as he feels their limbs reach inside of him, wincing a little as the human grips their gullet to pull themselves inside. As predicted, the human's texture is easy to get inside, and he's already up to their chest as the wolf's long tongue begins slurping around Clay's belly, tasting the unique flavor the species sported. He forgets he's tied up and so his attempts to reach to help them inside fails, Swooce instead simply moving his body forward a little, essentially helping shove them deeper inside his throat; the wolf feeling their belly slip inside his muzzle as his now prominently bulging neck contains their upper body.