[SierraHigh]

Greyson had no clue how they were supposed to clean up after this. It seemed like putting the dress on would be a stupid idea of they just dirtied it with their come, but they didn't exactly have anything around they could use to wipe down. Luckily no one had come into the dressing room during their session, but it still made Greyson wonder who might've been around anyways to have heard. Hopefully no one. Greyson settled into Proteus' lap comfortably, his belly extending outwards and slightly sideways to hide nearly all of his lap. "It's hard to get around being this huge," he teased, "but I can handle it." He reached his arms around to support his low sitting belly; he was forced to spread his legs to make room for the heavy orb as it rested against the bench under him. Greyson ran his thumb across his bloated belly button lightly. "I don't mind, no... I mean, for the mate thing." Greyson's impressive middle rose and fell with his breaths. "Even though I'm like this, you've treated me better than anyone has." He smiled a bit. "What does your clan think? Anything?"