It was time. Time to sit down on my computer and write yet another vore story. Although, would you even say that the last 2 stories were even vore stories? Sure, they had references to vore, but didn’t really have any swallowing sequences or even being aware of being inside of a stomach, so would you even call it vore?
 
 
Moving on. The story prompt for today is Game and it’s supposed to be a two parter with Over. A play on the phrase Game Over. Should I write a Soul’s game reference, where it’s a character’s constant struggle to solve a puzzle where at every failure they are gulped? No, I don’t think there would be a good way to wrap it up in the second story.
 
 
What about a Vampire playing a game with her guests? The overarching story sounds great, but can I really do it justice in a Voretober story? Maybe I can revisit the idea in the future when I generate a more solid plot…
 
 
Okay, this isn’t going anywhere, let’s move on for the moment. Should I make a character or use Spartan? I’ve already used him for one story, would I be in the wrong to use him again? But man, I don’t want to try and find a new name for a new character that is only going to exist for a little bit. The name Etifia was just me pressing random buttons and hoping it made sense in the end.
 
 
Spartan is my god character, though. He is me in written form, what kind of story would he fit in?
 
 
“I don’t know, maybe a card game involving size stuff?”
 
 
Oh, you’re here. This will be interesting to write to say the least.
 
 
“Is it supposed to be this dark here?”
 
 
Well, now that you say it I guess it became true. Here, let me set the scene.
 
 
Spartan was standing in a room, a comfy couch dominating the center with an old-fashioned lantern beside it. Spartan walked over and sat in it, kicking up his feet and relaxing, letting loose a heavy sigh. “We haven’t let ourselves relax in quite some time, huh? Before we start, have you changed the document's language to Canadian?”
 
 
Just did, thank you. Can’t properly spell favourite in the lesser tongue now, can you?
 
 
“That’s argumentative, but sure.” Spartan rubbed his face, a habit that he picked up from me, and waited expectedly. “So what now? Just wait for you to set things up?”
 
 
Sure. I’ll get you some apple juice while you wait.
 
 
The room was part of a larger mansion, Spartan having been invited by a friend over for a friendly night of board games. However, it was only the two of them, the rest of the partygoers having left already to their own homes, and she had just gone to go looking for a, quote, “Rather fun game she was looking forward to play with him.”
 
 
“Two people alone in a house in a vore story? Man, I wonder what the twist could be.”
 
 
Shut up, Spartan. You can hear her footsteps as she clomped through the hallway. Do you need time to get into character, Spartan?
 
 
“You mock me, I don’t need to “get into character.” I just be myself and let the story happen, just like I did for Adventure. You have already fed me the backstory and information needed to make the story flow” Spartan said, leaning his head onto the backboard of the couch and closing his eyes.
 
 
Yes, exactly like that. Now, what is her name going to be…
 
 
“Have you used a name starting with Z yet?”
 
 
The only one I can come up with off the top of my head is Zendaya, but isn’t that too on the nose with the Vtuber?
 
 
“I doubt anyone would mind.”
 
 
Very well.
 
 
Zendaya kicked open the door, the wide box she was carrying making her walk in sideways. “I found it! It was hiding under some old boxes that my grandmother put in the attic.”
 
 
“You found this game in the attic?” Spartan asked, sitting forward in his seat and watching as Zendreya thumped the heavy box on the small coffee table. “That doesn’t sound ominous at all.”
 
 
“Oh, do you really believe that ghosts and stuff live in the roofs of houses, Spartan?”
 
 
“Well, this house doesn’t have a basement, so where else would they live?”
 
 
That earned a chuckle from Zendaya as she set the game up. “From what I remember about this game, it’s a simple follow the path style of game with rewards and punishments that you can get or earn with collected points. The winner is determined by who reaches the end first or by who manages to buy the ending with enough points. Sounds fair?”
 
 
“Pretty straight forward,” Spartan said. “I call red!”
 
 
“Hey, I want red!”
 
 
“I’m the guest here!”
 
 
“And I’m the homeowner and I say I want red.” Zendreya puffed out her cheeks, trying to appear cute. However, Spartan looked on, slowly reaching for the red figurine and keeping an eye on her to see her reaction. She did not react, so Spartan grabbed the figurine and set it on the starting line, Zendreya picking up the green one and the game started.
 
 
It was a large board and the two were lucky to avoid any of the punishments for now. The rewards were simple, sometimes multiplying existing points or adding to them. Spartan watched as Zendreya rolled a 7, advancing her piece on the first punishment. “There will be a swelling until the punishment of 20 points is paid.” Zendaya the card, brow furrowing in confusion.
 
 
Spartan reached for the dice for his turn, then heard fabric stretching and Zendaya gasped. Her breasts were swelling, the latches on her shirt pulling at the fabric and her nipples piercing through her bra. Zendaya attempted to cover herself, but the kept growing, the shirt tearing and bra snapping, almost hitting Spartan as he ducked under it. “What the hell?” Zendaya said, abandoning her modesty and trying to look past her chest to fumble with her points, counting out 20 points and tossing it on the board.
 
 
The swelling stopped, but the damage was done. Zendaya’s breasts were now larger than watermelons, sagging on the table yet not weighing as heavy as they should be. Zendaya jiggled them, their form moving like a waterbed would. “Hmmm, I could get used to this. What do you think, Spartan?”
 
 
“Uuuuuhhhh, not… really my style, Z.” Spartan said, rolling the dice. As her gaze went to the dice, Spartan snapped his fingers, a ripple of invisible energy expanding from the sound. Everything slowed, the specks in the air drifting to a halt as time froze.
 
 
“Alright, what the hell? Breast vore? Is that what you are planning for me?”
 
 
Well, I told myself that I would be trying out the different kinds of vore there are.
 
 
“Yeah, but why did you pick me to be your guinea pig for it? You and I both know you hate breast vore.”
 
 
Even if I hate it, I said that I was going to try new things. Yes, even things that make me uncomfortable.
 
 
“You backed out of the cock-vore idea you had for Star. Why, was it too uncomfortable for you to write?”
 
 
Would you rather I stick it to you instead?
 
 
“Touchee. But I hope you did not forget the promise you gave yourself when you decided to write these stories.”
 
 
Right. To write what I want, not what others want. That’s what I promised myself before I even began to write the “Working as a Giantess” series. I wanted to write wholesome vore, intimate vore, something that could fill the hole I have in my soul.
 
 
“Well. Are you creating what you want, Robert?”
 
 
…
 
 
Okay. Let’s work things out for tomorrow, see if we can come to an agreement.