Voretober 19: Dream
 
 
You are lying on your soft couch, scrolling through your phone while thinking about what to have for dinner. You had a relaxing day, so you are in the mood for cooking, but with so many options available with your budget you are having a hard time deciding.
 
 
The door to your house opens and you hear the soft pitter-patter of your partner as they greet your pets and come up to the living room. Their face lights up as they see you and with a bound, they flop on top of you, pancaking you under their body. They snuggle in, face buried in your neck and just breathing in your scent.
 
 
They smell like home and comfort, their workplace fatigue seems to fall apart as you wrap your arms around them. The moment stretched, not a word spoken as you enjoy their presence. Their hand comes up and tangles in your hair, pulling your head closer as they hug you tightly.
 
 
They are the first to speak, asking to hear about your day. You describe what you did, them listening intently. Once you are finished, they tell you about their day at work, how there were some very stupid customers that got exactly what they deserved, how they also found a lost child and reunited them to their parents, and how their co-worker brought some cake in the break work.
 
 
Jokingly, you ask if they brought any of it home with them. However, they smile and say that they did, but it was hiding. If you could find it, you could have it. And thus the game began, you picking more and more ridiculous places in your house that they could have hidden it, but each were met with a smile and a “nope”.
 
 
Finally, you ask them if they ate it already and they grin widely. “Yep! Do you want to go get it?” they say, rubbing their stomachs, which you notice has a slight bulge. “You’ll have to climb in yourself, no help!”
 
 
They open their mouth up for you, nothing special indicating that they were even able to swallow something as large as you. But as you place your hand on their tongue, their throat opens up to accommodate it, squishing around it and pulling it deeper.
 
 
Your second arm is also brought in with ease, a playful glem in their eyes as they begin to swallow, lips curling around your elbow. A second swallow brings your face right up to their nose, which you kiss, earning a muffled giggle. Their hands come up to your shoulder, helping them open their mouths wide enough to get your head in.
 
 
Your face rests on their tongue, the wet and bumpy surface warm against your cheek as you are pulled in their throat. It was bliss, the warmth spreading as they pulled you deeper in. Your chest goes in their mouth as you see their throat open up for your head.
 
 
You travel down the throat, the tight tunnel rolling rhythmically to pull you deeper and deeper.. Your fingers breach the sphincter of their stomach, feeling some objects getting pushed aside to accommodate you. Feeling a plastic container, you could guess it was the cake that they had saved for you.
 
 
Your legs are the only thing out of your partner’s mouth by now, your body curling comfortably in the tight stomach, which stretches to accommodate you. With a final slurp, your toes enter their warm body and join you in the stomach, the cake in your lap. The moist walls flex to the beat of your partner’s heart, lulling your eyes half closed.
 
 
“That cake is all for you, hope you enjoy it! I’m not feeling hungry at the moment, so I’mma just chill until you are ready to come out.” You can hear your partner say, your environment around you shifting as they lie down, taking your spot on the couch. You get comfortable, opening the container and taking your first bite of the cake. It was delicious and you begin to dig in as you hear your partner’s breath slowing down as they sleep.
 
 
You awaken, the light dull as it filters through your blankets. Pulling your head out from under your blanket, you are greeted by the morning sun piercing through your curtains. There is no grand house, no pets, and no partner.
 
 
Just the cold room of reality and loneliness. The depression is back, reminding you that you are growing through your twenties with no hope for the future. Even as the memory of your dream fades, the longing for someone to hold and to encompass you only grows. But the feeling of being surrounded by someone was as rare as vore is in real life:
 
 
All just a dream...