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Moon couldn’t help but squirm away slightly at your touch, not entirely used to much but fabric making contact with his… rear.
He knew exactly why he let himself be put into this position, sitting on his hands and knees with legs spread slightly and you right behind/between them, but he still couldn’t help but ask himself why the hell he agreed to this. He wasn’t complaining— but there was something especially embarrassing about a position like this, about what was going to happen, even while hidden within the walls of the balcony’s room.
Letting out a puff of steam from his vents, he made a quiet grumble in his voice box as he felt your warm breath brushing along the feature that typically never saw the light of day. Your thumbs pressed into the minimal cushioning of his “cheeks” to pull them apart, and he grunted softly at the unfamiliar feeling of his hole slightly clenching onto itself.
He heard you let out a giggle at this and groaned a bit dramatically, turning his head to shoot a glare over his shoulder.
His expression softened into something much more flustered when he saw the eagerly heated look on your face as you stared at his exposure. You’ve told him before it took a bit of extra effort for you to get yourself going, and he’s seen you before in the aftermath of discovering something that did get you going— but he still doesn’t think he’s ever seen you this turned on before.
When your gaze flitted up to meet his, a catty little grin pulled across your red-flushed face. He promptly turned right back around to avoid further embarrassment.
“You’re so cute back here…” he unfortunately heard you then mutter, voice low and tone causing his fans to stutter, “I really can’t believe we’ve never messed with this before. It’s not as if you’d need to be cleaned much until after..~”
The implications of your words had him huffing out a harsh, nearly shaky breath.
“Shhhhut up…..”
You laughed and teasingly squeezed either handful of his rear you had in your clutches, his hole reflexively squeezing again.
“I’ll take that as a ‘maybe next time’?”
Your likely-genuinely curious tone was promptly overshadowed by the feeling of you leaning in to press a kiss to his inner thigh, right in the crevice of his joint where it met his pelvis. Your hands slowly dragged down his thighs and then right back up, the warmth of your flesh seeping through the silicone.
He didn’t bother to deign you with a response, not that he trusted he could spit out something coherent enough to classify as one, instead refocusing on unsuccessfully shutting himself the hell up.
Another warm kiss pressed into his skin, this time in the center of the thicker padding of one of his cheeks, accompanied by your thumbs firmly massaging into either side of his rear. He clenched his hands against the floor with a sigh of labour, not wanting to shut off his voice box and cut off his ability to communicate but also not wanting to give in and let out the sounds he was holding back.
“Fuck, you’re cute like this...”
He gasped as he felt you breathe out the words right against his hole. The warmth and the brush of air had it reflexively twitching again, and he shuddered at the sensation of himself clenching on nothing.
“Sorry for repeating myself,” you tittered slightly, the amusement in your tone nearly overwhelmed by the thick haze of lust coating your words, “but... wow...”
You groaned softly in your throat as you leaned forward once more, pressing your lips to the pucker of his hole. He gasped and automatically squirmed away a little at the not-entirely-unfamiliar touch to a more than unfamiliar place, only to settle back into place with the gentle guiding of your hands still firmly pressed into his thighs. Lips pressed against it again, his fans hitching as his hole tensed in response— and then he full-body shivered as you stuck out your tongue and dragged the wet, warm muscle over it slowly.
He both heard and felt you groan softly against him, and it was hard to tell from what exactly because he knew you were probably obsessing about every little thing anyway.
Your tongue slathered over his hole again, pressing firmly enough he felt his hole push open a little. Saliva seeped into him with the brief moment, leaving him hyperaware of the area as he squeezed around something so minor. He shuddered and sighed out more steam as you continued to lazily lap at him, fingers kneading into his cheeks like a pleased cat.
Eventually, you started to worm your tongue into him. He tightened his clenching fists harsher as his hole burned ever so slightly with the stretch, cautiously squeezing around the wet muscle as it squirmed deeper into him.
Fuck, if that was how just your tongue felt, Moon feared he might put himself through a forced shutdown not even halfway through this.
He groaned with restraint as he felt your own softer sounds vibrating into him, your thumbs pulling his cheeks apart again to dig your tongue deeper inside. He was panting heavily by now, hips wiggling slightly in place as he tried to get used to the foreignness of himself being so slowly and patiently pried open.
One hand left to slip up from underneath them, one of the fingers rubbing along his saliva-slick rim as if to tease him. He gasped as he felt your tongue slip out briefly just to let the finger in, curling down like a hook and gently pulling at it as your tongue slid right back in, his hole twitching as he groaned the faint sting of the stretch.
His insides gave just a bit easier than his rim, your finger pushing in deeper and forcing his fans to stutter as it firmly pushed at his inner walls that spasmed slightly in a futile attempt to clamp back down.
Your tongue slid back out of his hole with a slick noise he grumbled embarrassedly at, but he was quickly distracted by the feeling of you slipping a second finger into him and spreading them like scissors.
“That doesn’t hurt at all, right?” you breathed out, and if he turned around he’d likely see your eyes burning into his rear end with intense focus— but he refused to do so just to avoid the embarrassment, “You do seem like you’re stretching a lot easier than a human would..”
Moon forced himself to nod, because even if it did hurt just ever so slightly at first, it was brief compared to the sensations coursing through him now.
And because he still refused to speak, especially when he already sounded pathetic enough.
“C’mon, Moonpie, we both know I need words~”
How about fuck you.
Moon hesitated silently for several moments, but when your fingers started to slip back out of him like a threat, he forced his voice box to do its damn job.
“I- I’mmmmahhh…” dammit dammit dammit, “fff-fine.. m’fine… k-keep g-guhh….”
He couldn’t even finish his words as your fingers already sank back into his hole with a slick sound and the addition of a third finger, a moan leaving his voice box without his consent as his hole clenched.
He could barely hear your giggling over the sound of his own fans roaring to keep his systems cool. He wasn’t even sure if he was really that warm or if the pleasure was just triggering his systems into reacting as if so, but he hardly cared about the specifics when you were digging your fingers so deep into him.
But not as deep as they could be, he forced himself to remember with a groan muffled by a hand that finally decided to shoot up and hold his noises in... for the most part.
He gasped when he suddenly felt your tongue sliding over his rim around your slowly-thrusting fingers, slathering the drying area with more slickness that helped your fingers slide in and out of him easier.
“Really, we need to use this more often,” you said, but your words were slightly garbled from the fact you refused to pull your tongue back into your mouth to talk, “you are, like, so easy to stretch open- it’s so fuckin’-.. fuckk...”
Moon shuddered at your fingers suddenly slipping back out of him— but then he choked out a moan as you stuffed them back inside, now with a forth. Without your knuckles in the way and only a thumb left out, he felt them push deeper into him with a curling motion that made his walls burn and clench down on them.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Moon,” you purred against one of his cheeks, lips pressed firmly into the silicone and your teeth gently scraping his pseudo skin. He suddenly felt a need for you to bite him as hard as he knew you could, “so pretty all over... you’re practically clinging to me, too. It’s so cute...”
He resisted the urge to let his hole flutter around your fingers at the compliments, but keeping it tight was only making the slide of your fingers more intense. He subconsciously let his hips push back into your touch— and then a glitched cry suddenly escaped his voice box as your fingertips grinded into something that sent a full shock through his body.
“Oh my god you have a prostate!” you gasped, eagerly massaging your fingers into his hotspot probably just to watch as he squirmed and panted before you, “You’re perfect— you’re literally perfect.”
“S-Shhut uppp...!” he managed to force out but barely, only enduring for a moment longer before letting himself drop down to his elbows, allowing for both his hands to come up and tug his hat down to cover his face.
You laughed at this, just humiliating him further, “Usually I’d be petty and say ‘never’, buuut...”
The pause perplexed him, but only for a moment before your mouth travelled back to his hole, tongue digging back in alongside your hand, using the space in between your fingers to push in more easily.
“...I’m probably not gonna be able to talk much while I’m in you, y’know?”
Okay maybe Moon wasn’t going to shut down midway through this— solely because he was about to blow a damn fuse right then and there.
His hole clamped down automatically at those words, more shocks of pleasure bolting through his abdomen as the squeezing of his walls just pressed that damn spot harsher against your fingers. He struggled to keep his hips from rolling back, and he didn’t know whether or not to be grateful when your free hand eased his hips back into place with your fingernails digging little semi-circles into his silicone padding thanks to how firmly you were holding him.
With that one hand being used as leverage holding him still, you slid out your four fingers from his loosened— fuck he was just so loose now —hole just enough for you to press your thumb firmly at his rim, pushing until the spit-slicked orifice allowed it in too. He shuddered out a gasp into his hat as he stretched around the knuckle of it, suddenly wishing he could see your hand slowly starting to disappear into him.
Finally, your entire hand slipped inside and his hole fluttered around it uncontrollably. He felt himself clamp down on the intrusion, rim tightening around your wrist before gradually loosening again as you let it sit inside him and him rest.
He almost wanted to expect you to start pulling your fist in and out of him, but instead your fingers spread deep inside him, pushing his straining and fluttering walls apart. He felt himself squeeze around your wrist— that soon became your forearm as you slowly forced your hand deeper.
“Fuuuu-hu-hu-hu-uck....” you laughed out headily and breathlessly, and he whined as he already felt your other thumb starting to tease at his straining rim, “you’re so cute. You’re just so cute— fuck, sorry, I think I’m just going a little insane over this.” You giggled more, almost even deliriously.
Despite not having been touched even once during this whole process, you somehow sounded nearly as ruined as he did.
Moon groaned deep in his chest as he felt his insides clamping down on your entire forearm, spasming a little with a wave of pleasure as your hand left his cheek to allow your thumb to press into him too. He was so lucky that forcibly locking his modesty plate closed kept him from orgasming just yet, he might actually hurt you if he did so too soon, but at the same time the intensifying but unapproachable edge of it was utterly torturous.
Your pointer finger somehow managed to slip in with your thumb, helping to stretch his hole even further as your arm just pushed deeper into him. As deep as your hand was, he couldn’t feel the movements very exactly anymore, but he could still absolutely feel how his walls spread and clenched down around you and them continuing to fill out deeper the more that was forced into him.
One of his hands had to drop to the floor to dig his suddenly-unsheathing claws into it as he felt your tongue dragging along his rim again. You were slicking it up again to make it just a bit easier, and he wanted to be grateful as you used the lubrication to push a couple more fingers in alongside your arm but all he could do was moan into his hat and struggle to keep himself from clamping down too harshly.
“You really do just stretch out so easily,” you hummed softly against his rim, feeling himself flutter as he was suddenly much more sensitive to the feel of your hot breath, “I thought this was gonna take so much longer, but holy shit...” you briefly snorted at something he didn’t seem to catch, before moaning softly to yourself with a kiss pressed against his faux flesh, “you’re so soft and warm inside, too.. it actually feels cozy...”
His claws dug grooves into the floor, inner walls squeezing involuntarily as he let out a long whine. You needed to stop talking like that, he could barely take it anymore.
His fans stuttered and his “breath” caught in his throat harshly as you suddenly forced the rest of your fingers into him, your palm flat against your forearm as you sunk both deeper inside. It slid inside almost seamlessly with how slick his hole was, but he still felt himself burn deliciously with the stretch. Feeling you wiggle your wrist inside him, easing his opening even further open, his insides felt like they were utterly throbbing around you.
Faintly, he could hear you moaning softly at either the sight or the sensation of his hole enveloping you slowly but surely. Your less-deep hand forcibly pushed in deeper despite how his hole strained, but it might’ve made it feel even better as you sunk both arms elbow-deep into him.
Your hands were so deep inside him he almost expected you to hit a barrier at some point. Some kind of limit to how much of yourself you could bury into him.
But after sitting there with your arms gently pushing and pulling for several minutes to let him ease into the feeling, he felt you push yourself further in still. If he was made of flesh, he felt as though his lower stomach would’ve started distending with the push of his silicone innards pressing firmly against the inside of his casing by now. He could barely believe how wide his hole was being spread as the bumps of your elbows pushed past his entrance, automatically clamping down for a moment on your upper arms before he forced himself to relax.
Then, suddenly, you were pulling your arms out of him completely in one smooth slide.
He gasped deeply at the sudden emptiness of his throbbing insides, feeling his hole gaping and spasming around empty air.
Turning to peek out from under his hat and see what you were doing, his hole struggled to clench in reflex at the sight of a large bottle of actual lubricant in your hands. Oddly enough, you were staring at it almost in confusion or maybe frustration, and he struggled to balance between wondering what was going on in your head to cause that look and when you were going to stuff yourself back into him.
He let his head turn back around and dropped down to press his forehead to the cool floor beneath him. He could feel both wet and dried saliva all over his ass, and with a loose squeeze of his hole, he could also feel just a little bit oozing out of it slightly.
He was promptly startled by the sensation of something not you being stuffed into his loose hole.
He couldn’t even question what it was before he felt the tube being squeezed outside of him, a large spurt of coldness gushing into him. He whimpered as he felt it already begin to slide down his faux guts, warming quickly with the heat of his insides. More whimpers left him as you repeated the action several more times, filling him with lubricant that promptly gushed right back out when you pulled the bottle out with a wet pop, sliding down his thighs in thick globs.
“Like fuck I’m ‘boutta smother myself in lube,” he distantly heard you grumble to yourself, nearly causing him to laugh— only for the sound to come out as a wheezing moan as you abruptly pushed both hands back into him at once.
The slide was so much more slick with the lubricant, so much smoother as he felt you almost effortlessly slide yourself in to the elbows. His hole was still loose, but now it was wet too, slick sounds filling the room as you tried your best to stretch him out further regardless. Your hands were wiggling along his walls even deeper inside him, prying them apart and then seeming to hold them open as you finally prepared to push yourself even further into him.
His voice box was filled with nothing but moans and groans and whines and whimpers by the time he started to feel his hole widening with the spread position of your arms. An especially pathetic noise that he was in no way proud of left him as he felt your face pressing against his rim, your nose brushing along it instead of your lips or tongue.
“Damn, still a pretty tight fit..” he felt you murmur into his hole, “don’t think it’s too tight, though...?”
Your nose was no longer touching his rim as you tilted your head downward, replaced by the feeling of your hair being wetted down by the amount of lubricant dripping from his hole. You pushed yourself forward against his hole, and he groaned as he felt himself struggling to stretch over the much larger intrusion.
Everything inside him was throbbing with arousal and pleasure, desperately trying not to squeeze down too hard and yet unable to resist the slight spasms and clenches of his walls. You arms slipped deeper, he could feel them pressing against the inside of his casing, and you just kept pushing—
“NAHHhgghhhmmm...!”
A loud, shaking, glitchy moan escaped from his voice box as he felt your shoulders and head press into him partially. He couldn’t stop his rim from clamping down on you for several moments, walls spasming around your arms. His hole twitched when he felt you laughing against it, the relief he hadn’t hurt you allowing him to relax again as he adjusted to the sudden strain.
“You okay...?”
He didn’t know whether he heard it or felt it more, but regardless the half-muffled words made him shudder and his insides tighten for a brief moment.
“Y-Yeah... fff-feels.....”
He didn’t think he could properly put into words how it felt.
How full he was and yet so empty from how you spread him open, how his entire body felt like it was on fire but he could feel the brush of cool just barely inside him— how excited and scared and utterly aroused he was by the thought of what was coming next.
“....mmmghhhaahh....”
Yeah, that pretty much summed it up.
He wanted to ask how you were doing, but you beat him to the punch.
“That’s good. You’re pretty tight, but not in, like, a suffocating way, y’know?” you murmured, and he jumped slightly as he felt your tongue flick out to slide over the sorta-inner part of his rim, “Definitely gonna be cozy.”
“Jussst..... g-get in p-p-ple—” he cut himself off as his very own words had his walls fluttering a little with the restraint of his clenches, stuffing his face back into his hat. He needed to not say stuff like that.
Your giggling seemed to vibrate all the way through him.
“Sir yes sir,” you jokingly said, and if your arms weren’t where they were he bet you would’ve saluted too. Actually, he thinks he felt you shifting your hand as if (but he couldn’t really tell).
He had adjusted by now, so feeling you push yourself further in was nothing more than a faint sting with his rim— though his innards burned amazingly with the stretch. It wasn’t painful, but it was certainly an experience being filled so much.
You didn’t bother pushing and pulling to let him adjust now, only pressing harder and harder as he spread over your shoulders. He felt the upper part of his rim loosen slightly as he felt your head— your entire fucking head —slide into him with a wet sound. Your shoulders followed not long after, and he scraped at the floor in an attempt to control himself as he clamped around your chest.
It was so strange being so aware of his faux intestines, something he’d never thought had a true purpose even now, as you slid deeper and deeper. Your hands were pressing through and into the inside of his casing, following the tubing as it turned upward toward his spine and your elbows pressed firmly against his casing instead.
Moon felt so full. So utterly, absolutely full.
He didn’t think before snaking one of his arms underneath himself, feeling over his abdominal casing. He knew he wouldn’t feel you through it, even if the thought made him desperate to— but he realized he could feel the casing bending outward so slightly, shifting as your arms pressed it out.
He felt himself squeeze down on you at the realization, and his casing tightened inward in sync. Fucking stars.
He moaned out as he felt you push yourself in more, knees braced against the floor for leverage as he tried not to let his hips push forward with you. From being stretched so wide from your shoulders, feeling his rim slip down your waist felt nearly like a relief. He could feel your skin against the inside of his hole, his rim soft and slick around your torso. He might’ve started to fuck himself on you if he could, maybe he could another time, but for now he tried to let you keep control over this. You wouldn’t have enjoyed it so much otherwise.
Then he felt your hips pressing against his rear, and a wave of fluttering shot through him as he realized how much wider they were— how wide he’d have to stretch to fit them inside. He had always loved your hips, but right now he liked them especially, even as an inkling of fear for his poor— or maybe not so poor —hole squirmed in his head.
It felt like your upper half was thrusting into him with how you struggled to push your hips through, lifting from your knees as your feet started to scrape at the floor for better leverage. Every slide back inward forced a weak moan out of him, the sensation of your limbs rubbing into his walls sending wave after wave of pleasure through him.
He didn’t know if you could hear him through the layers of his body, and something in him curled tight with arousal at the thought you potentially couldn’t for some reason, but he still tried to speak to you regardless.
“D-Do yyou ne-need hhhelp....?” he struggled to word out, gasping as you practically kicked at the ground in a harsh attempt to force yourself in to no avail. He could feel his stomach casing pushing outward with every movement, your arms spreading apart and his walls with them as if to hold yourself in place.
If you heard him clearly enough to respond, he didn’t hear your own response. Without hearing any form of warning, if you’d even given one in the first place, you placed your feet firmly onto the floor as if standing, forcing his back to arch and hips to lift with you as you seemingly tried to use gravity to your advantage.
It was odd feeling your hips against his in a way like this. You’ve pushed them insistently against his before, he’s felt your stubborn humping and shoving and grinding, but never like this. Softness against softness, the quietest sounds of odd plaps and wetness that he could barely hear over himself, your plushness being squeezed into him like when you struggled to stuff your legs into things like thigh-highs or tight undergarments. (Was he seriously comparing himself to your clothes?? ...actually, away with that thought. Immediately.)
It was like he was being fucked by you, and wasn’t that a wonderful thing to imagine?
Well, it would be if he didn’t know that no strap in the world could compare to being filled by you like this.
Moon couldn’t even tell how long it’d been, but eventually, he finally started to feel your own rear squeezing into his. He tried not to clench or anything, but then he felt your happy trail of soft hair scratching his prostate and he couldn’t stop his insides from spasming around you.
Much to his shock, and his pleasure, it was like the clenching had pulled you in slightly, and he moaned loudly as his hole slowly stretched over your rear. Your much plusher cheeks were squished inside and spread him even wider than before, he could barely believe they fit at all but he loved that they did.
Experimentally, Moon tried to more purposefully clench around you. He gasped softly as he felt you slide in a little more without your own input, sinking deeper into his artificial bowels with your upper half starting to curl up with the direction of his intestines. He could feel his casing distending further, the entire front of his abdominal plating dipping downward with your weight.
Possibly realizing he was now helping you get in, he felt the force you were using against the floor ease up, your legs now more or less hanging out of him with how you were positioned. He clenched again, and with a wet slurping sound that made him whine, you sunk in another couple inches inside.
Your knees could no longer reach the floor, your legs awkwardly bent to keep yourself from slipping back out as he continued to cautiously pull you into him. Every other squeeze of his insides sent them into a fluttering motion that only made him loosen just enough for you to take a moment to push yourself. He didn’t know what you were doing in the depths of his bowels, but he knew you were moving and it was making his distended outer casing twitch whenever you pressed a little too hard against them.
His hole was starting to feel loose again as it slowly but surely slid down the length of your legs, no longer spread so wide and yet getting fuller by the minute. It was a conflicting sensation to his processors, but one that felt absolutely delicious.
When he reached about three quarters down your thighs, he could feel your legs starting to lift from the floor, more and more of your weight transferring from it to him. He lifted his hips higher and gasped, clawing at the ground desperately, as he sucked you in to your knees with a spasm of his walls.
He didn’t think he could even feel any resistance at this point. His stomach felt full, felt stuffed, the ball that you were curling up into inside him weighing his stomach casing down in a way that seemed to make them creak from the pressure within. You weren’t touching the ground and there wasn’t even much left of you outside him, your legs actually starting to sink into him with the gentle force of gravity.
Clenching pulled you in deeper, pulling you in deeper made his insides stretch more, and his insides stretching just made him clamp down again. He didn’t even know if he had the ability to push you back out at this point— it was like he could barely control his own hole as it sucked you in.
When he finally, finally slipped down to your ankles, his hole was soft and almost puffy as it weakly clenched around them. Your feet wiggled a bit in between his cheeks, and for no reason other than the fact he was so goddamn horny, he pressed his thighs together to feel your feet being squashed between the silicone padding of them.
Even as it caused his hole to clamp down around your ankles, his hole no longer seemed to have enough strength to force you inside. Instead, it was the squeezing of his belly that pulled your feet in with a slow, wet squelch.
He sighed in pleasure as he felt himself closing down over your feet with a slurp, only to whine as his hole gaped right back open, cool air brushing the inside of his ass and lubricant dribbling from it.
He could still feel your feet exposed to open air, so he clenched again and gasped as you were sucked into him completely and utterly. You didn’t stop sliding in deeper after his insides relaxed, not until he felt your body curling up into a ball in the depths of his intestines. His hole was left empty and gaping.
His abdominal casing strained, tense and twitching around you as he took several moments to let himself adjust to the feeling. He stroked his hand over the bulge, groaning as he could barely feel your movements from the outside of his tight casing.
It felt like hours before finally to— very very carefully —move down to lay on his side, panting heavily as he felt your weight shift inside him. After another several not-hours, he rolled over onto his back, moaning as he felt your weight pressing down on him from the inside.
Bringing a shaky hand up to lift his hat from his obscured eyes, he gasped sharply at the sight of his stomach casing bulging and rounded out. He stroked his trembling hands over it with a growing purr, gasping or whimpering every time he felt or saw his casing shift over your buried form.
“C-Can.. can you hhh-hear me...? I-In there......?” Moon cautiously asked while gently pressing down a little on his stomach, before remembering that even if you could hear him, he likely couldn’t hear your response, “U-Uh- one press for yes a-and two for no?”
He felt a nearly harsh shove from within that punched a moan from his voice box, but it was only the one so once he recovered, he sighed in relief.
“Good, g-good... th-that’s good.....” he huffed out, now rubbing his hands into his casing just in case you could potentially feel it through the layers of his body, “y-you, umm.... f-feel... nice..... i-inside me.......”
He promptly tugged his hat back over his face with a whiny grumble, even if you couldn’t see just how flustered he was.
Suddenly, he heard a muffled shout from inside him.
“IT’S COMFY!” you said, barely able to be heard over the roar of his fans keeping him from shutting down, “I CAN BREATHE FINE TOO! ...JUST HARD TO CATCH IT LIKE THIS...!”
“Th-Then don’t strain yourself!” he scolded, patting a hand down a bit harshly, feeling you jump a little inside him and holding back a moan, “I told you, you c-can just do the presses..”
Malicious compliance seemed to be your best friend in life, as he’s learned on way too many occasions (both as an amused witness and the unfortunate victim), and he cried out as you obediently shoved at his casing— hard.
“G-Gentle!” he tried his best to scold but it just came out in a whine, “I-I feel like I could c-crush you in there if you t-tease me hard enough...”
“YOU’RE FIIINE!” you dismissively much-less-obediently said from within him, “IT’S NOT THAT TIGHT— IT MIGHT JUST BE YOUR CASING!”
“Ssshut up already,” he huffed, not-so-reluctantly patting his belly again, “I guess if it’s fine, it’s... fine. J-Just try not to move much, I-I... I think I wanna just... sit.... for a while.....”
Much more gently than even the first time, you pressed at his casing from inside as if to confirm your agreement. He felt you squirm a little more before finally seeming to settle in a comfortable enough position, and let out a long sigh of relief.
He rested there on the ground for a few minutes before he decided to carefully drag himself over to the bed. He groaned as he sat up and your weight shifted downward, stomach casing reflecting the movement and making him moan as the sight of his full, taut belly drooping with you.
He sighed again as he eventually managed to crawl onto the bed without disturbing you too much, dragging the blankets over himself and his charger into his head. He stroked his round belly gently, purring at the feeling and sight of being so full. The pleasure wasn’t as intense now, even if it was still completely and utterly satisfying, and he decided he wanted to get off to this later. If he woke up before the daycare opened, that is.
And if he didn’t wake up before he switched over?
Well... Sun would be in for a looong day in that case.