You waited for him to lick you again. When he licked your nose, you took that opportunity to shove your muzzle into Barley's partially
open mouth. He was surprised as you dug the entirety of your head into his hot mouth. Not having time to prepare for this, Barley gagged,
sending your head outwards, but not enough. You surged through his warm saliva and between his pointed teeth.
Barley had gotten the chance to relax his throat muscles enough to try and pull you out. He believed was terrified that he might hurt you by accident.

Try as he might, you already had your shoulders beneath his stretched lips. You wiggled and squirmed, causing Barley's hands to slip off of your
body in search of stability. By the time his hands balanced him on the bed, Your belly was slipping quickly through his gullet.
Knowing that your butt would be a tight squeeze for the puzzled canine's throat, you used your hands on both sides of you and tried slipping
them off. This didn't work since your arms were too tight against your body and inside of his throat, so you kicked and leaned to the left,
bringing Barley with you. Barley pulled your bottoms up as you pulled them down with your bare feet: eventually, you won and slid the pants off of your slender legs.

You fought on, slithering down the pup's neck and into his slender insides. At this point, the more Barley tugged up on your ankles, the more he'd choke
and gag. He eventually gave in and let you slide down his hot insides. He panted tiredly between your shrinking legs having noticed you were growing inside of his belly.
He was much too tired to take his shirt off, so he let you expand within it, causing your entrance to be a lot tighter than it ought to be.

Barley's tummy pained with your entrance, holding his bulging belly tightly for comfort.
Your feet finally sank past his lips. He fretted for your safety, so he gulped the rest of you down as quickly as he could manage. You slid all the
way down, splashing into the dog's churning stomach.

You could faintly here the worried Barley hiccup and scold,
"Are you okay? Why'd you do that?"
You rubbed his walls, letting him know you were okay. You yelled,
"I'm warm in here. I'm staying here 'til the movie ends."

You did just that, resting in that big belly of his. He sat back and enjoyed the movie, still worried about you. You'd remind him on and off throughout the
movie that you were fine, giving him the comfort to jump down onto the floor, lay back against his bed, and enjoy the rest of the film in pure glee.