*The zecko perks as you come back, having stood unattended in a candy store for five whole minutes*

I did good yeah? Can I have sours Now I-

*You point behind him*

*A glance back sees his massive gooey tail has pulled in an entire display, several jars...and an employee*

*Eeep*

"So...those ten pizzas you ordered were for...a party?..."

...

"Where are they?...Well, I have a...really funny story about tha-"

"Did I also eat the pizza boy?"

...

"WELL..."

Art by the lovely @talidraws.bsky.social

A sleepy, semi-solid zecko is a cuddle hazard. He gently pushes you onto bed, then falls.

Touch overwhelms you, loose, cuddly goo wraps all over, his tummy like a tide pulling you into its affectionate undertow as adoring amber engulfs your body.

His honeytum squeezes, claiming his cuddlebud.

*The zecko rises from the park bench*

*You blink as you see a gasping face mired in the zecko's honeybrown hinds, a grasping hand reaching from his left cheek. An attempt to speak is turned to bubbles as they sink*

*The zecko raises a brow*

What? *He says, oblivious* Something in my teeth?

*In the kitchen a gooey belly bumps against your back, pillowing with thick, pliant pudge*

*The zecko reaches to a high shelf, either not noticing, or not finding it worth comment to gently smother you*

*The surface tension breaks*

*SCHWOB*

*Glances at you floating in tummy*

Oops...sorry...

POV: I notice you're sad from the other room