[Poppy]

The hours seemed to drag as Benji was filled with web. He wasn't even aware of where it was going. Why was he being fed a web? Well actually, maybe that wasn't the right term. He wasn't necessarily being fed the sticky string. He felt fuller, but it wasn't a full that you experienced after eating a meal. It was like an odd forced feeling that he couldn't put a finger on. He was surprised that for the duration he was able to breathe, but the sensation of the web crawling down his throat was definitely not comfortable.

Benji was relieved when it was over, and he visibly relaxed under the web restraints still holding him to the floor. The moment the spider started talking again, Benji couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. After all that and he was just going to carry on with minor conversation? "It's not skin, that's why..." Benji's voice was hoarse, like he'd just gotten over a cold or some sickness. He swallowed thickly, stifling a gag. "They're clothes. Made from wool... Most of the time." Benji's mouth was sore and he wasn't up for conversation but he didn't feel like shutting up and staring either. He grimaced at the touch to his abdomen, puffier than the flat surface it has been not too long ago. "Can you get these off of me now?" he asked hesitantly, flexing his hands against the webs.