Quazy stared in awe at the large mass of brown and cream before him. Looking it up and down, he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed by his gawking at the belly. "Uh, wow... never thought I'd see it up close. It looks so... soft."

"I grews it myself!" A hearty voice said as it slapped two hands down on its belly. "Me put lots of efforts into growing it. Friends help lots, yes, but its mines at the day of end... erm... end of the day."

Nodding, Quazy reached a hand out and gingerly poked it. Sure enough, it was soft. He then placed his whole hand on it and began to rub it while looking up at the werewolf's face. "Soft, fluffy, and very... fun to play with," he said.

"You's is free to plays with it if you likes. Many friends enjoys it!" the werewolf said, hoisting up his belly as he did. He opened his mouth, seeming to think of something. "Oh yeahs, there was a things I thought to say cuz it importants."

"You don't say?" Quazy asked, bending over and pressing his face into the soft fur. He hadn't ever done something like this before, but since the werewolf was offering, he wanted to give it a try.

Unwittingly, Quazy found his snout start to make its way to the werewolf's navel. Surprisingly, the navel seemed to have a suction to it. Curiosity got the better of Quazy and he gently shoved his nose into it more, finding that it gave way pretty quickly and easily. Were all bellybuttons this flexible? Quazy was almost positive this was abnormal, but he continued pushing his snout in until he felt the werewolf's belly fluff press against his eyes. "Mmmmmph!" he said, realizing he had gone in too far.

Placing his hands on the werewolf's belly, Quazy tried to pull out, but he found something was... amiss. He could have sworn that he felt his hand touching his face, but he knew for a fact he had touched the werewolf's belly. As he tried to pull himself out, he found his head only continued to sink in more. "Mmmmphphph?!" He exclaimed, trying to yank himself out. His struggles only made it worse as he was now neck-deep into the bellybutton... and then his upper torso... and then his waist.

Quazy's struggles deteriorated as he felt a sense of warmth and comfort. As if a pair of loving arms were giving him a massage, Quazy relaxed himself and let his body fully sink in... and as it sank he could feel his surroundings as if they were an extension of himself. He couldn't move his hands or legs anymore... but he didn't much need to anymore.

His stupor ended abruptly as he heard the werewolf's inaudible rambling suddenly become coherent. "Mister Otter?" The werewolf asked.

Quazy tried to reply, but he couldn't feel a mouth to use.

"You's down there?" the werewolf asked.

Still no reply. Try as Quazy might, he couldn't seem to control any of his body anymore. He could hear, and he could see... but that was it.

Quazy felt a set of hands rest atop his body. They squeezed him tightly like a stress ball and hoisted him up from below. He wasn't aware his body was this... loose feeling.

"My hopes you stayed away from mines bellybutton... it's woulded be bad..." the werewolf nodded. "I can't sees the front of my belly, but its got bigger and firmer... so I s'pose you're mine nows. Hope you don'ts mind... the others didn'ts!"

Quazy felt the werewolf heft him up once more before walking off. The werewolf seemed unaware of the face-shaped tattoo on his belly....

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This was an urgent commission I did last night due to being unable to get to work today (due to an impossibly snowy road).

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