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[2019-01-23 01:58] *Fenriz  softly coos, and lets a husky, low little giggle slip free from his pretty lips, as he once more gets comfortable on his couch, a faint hint of glee on his face as he watches the other just [b]melt[/b]. And, yet... sleep isn't quite draping its blanket over her body-- not yet, anyway. Alexandrie is left to hang, just barely on one side of the threshold between wakefulness and sleep-- seemingly always a single long blink away from slumber, but never quite able to escape the heaviness of the waking world. It's pretty comfortable, though. Very, very... very... very... comfortable.
[2019-01-23 02:00] *Child of Abhoth  nods, and the faceless, odd manatee-plushy opens up under the corgi. Wyam starts to slide into the pink silken interior, sucked under like it's cozy, cushy quicksand, and soon he's fully surrounded by deliciously warm, fluffy plush. The oddity buttons itself up, and then Wyam's in dim pinkness, just enough light to make out vague contours and sweeps of silk interior. The warm soaks into them, and the arms continue to fondle, stroke, and pet them. Some of the fingernails even ripple, gaining comb-like tines to brush their fur. The vibration is now coming from all sides, the hum of it seeping into every inch of their body, inside and out, organs singing and bones buzzing softly. It's like being rolled up in a massive, warm comforter with an installed massage function, while being pampered and groomed from all angles at the same time. 'You really like it? Of course you can stay in there all you want.'
[2019-01-23 02:02] Alexandrie Chevalier: "I can barely..." Again, another yawn, this one much, much louder than before. As if by instinct, the woman slides a pillow beneath her head, running a hand down the right side of her face in her apparently struggle to stay awake. Either way, there's no question that she's not in any shape to react to much of anything happening around her.
[2019-01-23 02:04] *Wyam Alese  slowly gets dragged down, down, deeper into the softness of that plush, until from the outside you'd never be able to tell there's someone in there. Wyam's completely sealed off from everything, just enjoying their personal massage treatment. "Mmm..." The vibration gently soothes every little bit of their body, and the constant petting and rubbing all over does wonders at keeping a smile on their face. "Thank you...", they just barely manage to get out, finding it a little hard to focus with just how damn relaxed they are. They never even knew they wanted this thing to be doting on them, but this is certainly getting them into it. So just a few more minutes of relaxation wouldn't hurt, right? Just a few more minutes...Just a few more...
[2019-01-23 02:11] *Child of Abhoth  senses the nerve signals easing away to a low rippling. Seems Wyam is nodding off in there. Abhi doesn't seem to mind, and simply eases up, the hands halting the massage and letting the rumble stay on to keep them asleep inside the plush. All the fingernails turn to fine ivory combs, and the corgi gets groomed until their fur is silken as Abhi's interior, gleaming, and little tendrils even go hunting through their pelt for stray hairs and bits of bodily detritus. Eventually, when they stay awake or wake up soon, they'd find themselves feeling airy and fresh and exfoliated, fur fluffy and neat and brushed to a soft sheen.
[2019-01-23 02:12] *Vee Two  beeps
[2019-01-23 02:15] *Wyam Alese  isn't really nodding off, they're just so relaxed that it's hard for them to really do a whole lot. When you think about it, when you're fully enclosed by the softest plush you've ever seen who seems to want nothing more than to make you as amazingly comfortable as possible, you wouldn't feel particularly inclined to stop it, would you? They certainly don't, just staying there with their tail wagging, enjoying every little bit of the relaxation that Abhi provides. They're sure nothing could possibly happen to them in there, of course, it's perfectly safe and comfortable. Nice and comfortable...It'd be nice if they could just stay like that forever, wouldn't it? Ah, but the hands have stopped with their loving rubs so soon...
[2019-01-23 02:16] *Fenriz  Barely being able to do things is a pretty common theme, all around, as her whole body feels... heavy. Not 'heavy' in a painful sense, mind, but... very, very heavy, like she's pinned beneath a big, fluffy, fuzzy blanket, wrapping over her body and brushing against her skin. The accompanying phantom sensations of warmth and coddling closeness only make it more difficult to parse what's happening... or... [b]want[/b] to parse what's happening-- that seems sort of [b]unnecessary[/b]. Softness feels good. She feels soft. Her body feels soft. Her belly feels soft. That feels good. And, at the end of the day, that's what matters, right?
[2019-01-23 02:17] Wyam Alese: [sub]Everyone's comfy today.[/sub]
[2019-01-23 02:17] Fenriz: [sub]Woy woy woy woyyyy.[/sub]
[2019-01-23 02:19] *Alexandrie Chevalier  yawns again, placing one of her large hands over her toned abs, idly rubbing her belly. "At least it doesn't feel... So... Bad..." She sighed, smacking her lips. Stretching her muscular arms high above her head, the woman yawned again. "Everything feels so... Soft."
[2019-01-23 02:19] Alexandrie Chevalier: "I feel so sleepy..."
[2019-01-23 02:20] *Shygal Gella  Yawns as she awakes picking herself up off the ceiling as she pats down her dress. "So dusty up here, people need to clean things better." She muttered to herself, craning her head upwards as to see what was going on in the room itself.
[2019-01-23 02:22] *Child of Abhoth  grows a soft pair of lips next to Wyam's ear, and speaks quietly. 'All comfortable? Want me to do anything more or massage you extra-specially?' it asks, the silk interior shifting slightly to get a little more snug around the corgi. An awful lot of belly-rubs ensue, nails grooming along their stomach slowly, fingers moving in slow circles and patting as well. Abhi might be a bit dopey, but it certainly doesn't skimp on cuddles once it gets into it.
[2019-01-23 02:23] *Fenriz  ... well... 'toned' may not be the right word for very long. Maybe it is! 'Tone' is a wide term... 'wide.' Wide might be a better word for it, yes, considering that there's a tangible amount of [b]squish[/b] underneath her hefty palm, when it lowers to her stomach, moreso than there normally should be; but that sends a rather pleasant tingling through her form, ringing through her body like rippling layers of flab. And that feels [b]right[/b], just like the sensation of Fenriz's dainty digits dragging over her cheeks feels 'right'-- when'd he get there? It doesn't really matter; his touch feels good, so, so good, like the embrace of a beloved friend... [sub]"That's it, softie.~"[/sub]
[2019-01-23 02:26] *Wyam Alese  "Extra-special...?" If all this so far was the [b]normal[/b] massage, what in the hell is the [b]extra-special[/b] one like?! They can hardly contain their excitement, their tail wagging even more if it hasn't gone completely limp by this point. "Absolutely...", they say in a dreamlike sigh, letting out that adorable little rumbling again once those belly rubs start, starting to kick their leg a little out of reflex.
[2019-01-23 02:28] Alexandrie Chevalier: "Did I get... Fatter?" The woman's tired voice mumbled, all her previous panic and anger having long since faded away in favour of complete, utter contentment. She can't help but become lost in the oh-so-pleasurable sensation of pawing and kneading at her increasingly doughy tummy, not that she felt any desire to bother complaining about it. "O-oh!" She muttered, smiling dimply at Fenriz. "H-hey..."