Wanderlust
By Zarius

(CW: Vore, Unbirth)

Claire had woken up this morning with a start, as she put her hand to her face and groaned as it had been the third one of those dreams this month and she was getting annoyed. Claire got up from her bed and haggardly waddled to the bathroom all the while yawning hard despite feeling like she got no sleep the previous night. She performed her morning routine swiftly with some grace, though exhaustion was still prevalent in her movements. Looking into the bathroom mirror she admired her nude form, a 25 year old, average, albeit very tall and wide hipped doe, she tended to her hair and face. It was Saturday after all, so however tired she may have been, she was going to the nearby park for her morning run. 

As she left her bathroom, a scene of her sporting a massive belly with a nondescript tail disappearing into her honeyed lips flashed in her mind, making her falter and stumble, her hand reflexively reaching for her now moistened crotch. She stopped herself with a blush, and rushed to her closet to get dressed, eat a lackluster breakfast, and get out the door. Claire, being the creature of habit she was, was not about to forego her daily run because of her sudden, almost inexplicable, arousal. Claire, despite her drowsy rush, took a few moments to admire her rare 20 foot pet burmese python, spaghetti, soaking in the heat-lamp of her enclosure. Claire stepped out of her apartment and took a deep breath, catching the smell of a wonderfully crisp and cool autumn morning, “Perfect.” she said under her breath before she took off down the street.

On her way to the park, she ran into her friend, Will, a 24 year old lean but otherwise unassuming, mountain lion, and greeted him with a warm smile. “Care to join in on my run?” Claire asked coyly, hoping Will would agree, she had the hots for him, and wanted the excuse to finally ask him out under the golden leaves of the parks’ secluded footpaths. “As much as I’d like to, I have a job interview in an hour. But I am down for a movie later if you’d like.” he responded. Claire was a little sad that her idea of a perfect moment fizzled out right as it started, though she wasn’t about to let this chance to ask pass her by. “Alright, how about my place at two, and don’t you dare be late.~” Claire replied with a blush and a playful smile. He’d been there before, but that was when she thought of him as a friend.

With that they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Claire was over the moon with excitement, they’d been friends for 5 years, she honestly had gotten rather antsy with Will when she realized she wanted to be more than friends. She made it to the park without a hitch, and proceeded to pick the scenic trail for her run. Lush trees with patches of golden leaves were everywhere, and to her it looked like it was straight out of a movie.

 As she ran, her mind wandered back to her dream, she had been in the park on her daily run, with Will by her side keeping pace, completely nude, and sporting a raging boner. Wherein they set off the beaten path, and started kissing and moaning in a way that felt like they were trying to taste each-others’ depths, while Will was grinding his dick on her pussy. Will pinned her to a nearby tree where he proceeded to shove his dick into her all the way to the hilt, making her breasts bounce heavily and her to moan into his mouth harder than before. As the scene continued to play out in her head, Claire started to grind her thighs together, intensifying her blush, and making her steps more uncoordinated as she ran. Will pulled out momentarily only to bottom out into her with enough force to pull her off her feet, before sliding off the tree and slamming into the ground with him on top of her, at the ready for more. Claire stumbled over a tree root snapping her back to reality, she’d made it halfway into the trail and the crotch of her shorts was soaked in her juices.

 “Fuck.” Claire swore to herself, standing there alone in the trail, pondering whether she should go home to change, or keep going. She went back and forth in her head, her routine was telling her to keep going, while her sense of common decency was telling her to go home. Mulling over her options, Claire decided to go home, she was horny, her shorts were soaked with more than just sweat, and her legs were about to give out from the incessant grinding of her thighs. Walking back to the park entrance was no easy feat, the slickness of her shorts and panties sliding to and fro across her lips was coaxing even more of her juices out, making it even harder to walk without rubbing her thighs together. She was getting hornier, and her mind kept wandering back to the scene of her and Will having their way with each-other. She needed to get home fast, she’d rather lose control in her apartment than on the streets, and considered herself lucky that she was alone for the first episode or she’d die of embarrassment.

Not that she wasn’t already embarrassed. She started racing home, all the while her thighs kept on grinding in the right way to drive her wild, deepening her blush, and soaking her shorts ever more. Her heart racing as her mind went back to the dream, Will was taking her every which way he could, peppering her with kisses and humping her to his hearts’ content. Will was thoroughly fucking her with enough force to make her breasts dance in tandem with her heavy breathing, driving them both ever closer to their climaxes. Claire was in heaven as Will continued to rhythmically bury his rod into her with lustful fervor , until her eyes rolled back into her head with the loudest moan she could muster, and Will kissed her one last time before   cumming with Claire’s rolling climax. Will was enjoying her body for a few minutes before moving his face to her crotch, licking her lower lips, sampling the cocktail of their combined juices before exploring her depths with his tongue. His tongue wriggling back and forth in her pussy in a desperate attempt to taste every part of her tunnel. Hungry for more, Will shoved his face hard into her crotch.

Claire made the 3 minute walk back to her apartment in record time with her heart racing, and her hand almost digging into her thoroughly soaked shorts trying to resist the temptation to finger herself right then and there. She swung the door to her apartment open with a horny fervor, her breath heavy and quick, she needed relief and she needed it NOW, consequences be damned. She haphazardly flipped a switch before closing the door and rushing to her room. Claire frantically tore her garments off, rushed to the nearby dresser, and frantically pulled open the top drawer, before  grabbing the biggest dildo she saw. Without any delay, she slammed the dildo down on the floor, and lined the dildo up with her lower lips before slamming down on it with reckless abandon, gods how she needed this. Claire worked the dildo in and out of her pussy with increasing intensity while absentmindedly playing with her breasts and moaning as if it was Will she was having her way with, before rolling her eyes back and cumming with enough force to launch the dildo out of her with a loud pop and promptly passing out.

Spaghetti was startled when the door to Claire’s apartment flung open with Claire rushing in before slamming it shut with enough force to shimmy the door of her enclosure open and rushing to her bedroom. Spaghetti was curious as to why Claire was in such a hurry, but paid it no mind when she noticed that, after the door was slammed shut, the wonderful warm light she was napping under had gone dark, and  had stopped showering her in warmth. Her nap had officially been ruined and there was now a cool breeze blowing on her that was starting to get rather uncomfortable.

Spaghetti, in her discomfort caused by Claire’s actions, searched her enclosure from top to bottom searching for a way to stay warm and comfortable. When she found a way out, Spaghetti started to slither out of her enclosure. She wanted her nap and she was going to get it, even if it meant messing with Claire. Spaghetti decided that she needed to get to Claire as the cold was starting to get to her. Spaghetti slithered her way to Claire’s room, following all the noise Claire was making. When she made it, she found that Claire was lying on the floor nude, and she was getting desperate to escape the cold. Spaghetti slithered up to Claire quickly and prodded her body any way she could, searching for a way to keep warm.

Spaghetti happened across a slightly open, decently sized, moist tunnel between Claires legs. Spaghetti was apprehensive at first about making her way into Claire, but Spaghetti was growing colder by the second, and Claire’s crevice was looking more and more inviting. Spaghetti took an investigative prod, and when she met with very little resistance, she started working her way in. Will shoved his face into her crotch harder trying to get his tongue into her deepest areas, her lips parted as he shoved his face even harder and slowly but surely his face pushed deeper into her. Spaghetti was starting to get into a rhythm as she eagerly pressed deeper into Claire’s folds desperate for its inviting warmth. In a matter of minutes Will’s whole head had vanished into her loving depths, his tongue sampling more and more as he went. He was neck deep and he wanted more. Spaghetti, partially inside Claire, noticed that the walls of the tunnel were growing warmer, as if Claire was somehow inviting her deeper. Claire was moaning her lungs out as Will pressed on into her depths, feeling her insides stretch and contort to accommodate him. Will was in up to his shoulders now, and Claire was feeling divine, playing with her breasts, the feeling of him working ever deeper as her midsection stretched was amazing. 

Spaghetti was even more surprised when Claire’s tunnel started flexing in a rolling motion, as if it was trying to pull her deeper. Spaghetti was starting to enjoy the rolling motion like it was a massage, that is, until her nose pressed into something that offered a fair bit of resistance. Desperate to bathe in Claire’s warmth, spaghetti pressed in harder until she felt the obstruction give way to reveal a larger, much warmer, chamber. Excited at her progress, Spaghetti wriggled around the tunnel, unintentionally working even more of her length into Claire. Spaghetti was halfway in, she no longer cared that she was invading Claire’s womb, she no longer cared that she was IN Claire, she had found her new favorite spot to nap, and she was staying.

 After a few more minutes, Will had managed to squeeze half of himself into Claire’s depths for a third rolling climax that drove Claire even wilder, making her play with her breasts even more fervently, god damn was she enjoying this. Spaghetti was in love with the periodical massages of Claire’s climaxes, Claire’s womb was warmer than ever, and she was in heaven. Will was nothing but a pair of legs and a tail protruding from her snatch, when he pulled his legs in, having thoroughly enjoyed his little venture. Claire was sporting a massive belly. All that remained outside was Will’s tail. Enjoying her fourth climax, Claire unwittingly sucked the last of Will into her before her snatch snapped shut, he was in, she was full, and they both had a wonderful time.

Claire awoke with a moan, the feeling of something sliding into her and wriggling deep inside her snatch was pervasive and terrifyingly pleasurable. Suddenly, Claire’s eyes rolled back into her head as she had yet another climax, and she felt her tunnel suck in a little more of whatever was invading her, followed by more climax-inducing pleasure. Claire looked down in shock, her belly was huge enough to take up almost half of her vision, just like in her dream, but this was real, and her belly was stretching even more, trying to encroach on even more of her field of view. Whatever was inside her tunnel was thicker than any dildo she ever played with, it was alive, it was breathing,  it was moving in a way to hit every g-spot like it was giving her a reverse massage. Claire was losing her mind in pleasure with each movement, with each breath of her invader, Claire’s resolve to try to remove it faltered. 

Pushing through the fog of her lust for just a moment, Claire was able to spy the last ten feet of Spaghetti coiled around her left leg, gyrating and slithering in a manner that lit her tunnel ablaze in pleasure. With each of Spaghetti’s gyrations she experienced another wave of mind-numbing pleasure, and an ever more intensive stretching sensation, something that continued to chip away at her self-control, until Spaghetti’s uninvited intrusion pushed her over the edge into one more mind-blowing climax. Claire, in her dazed state, gave her belly an exploratory rub, what Spaghetti was doing didn’t hurt. Every time spaghetti worked herself deeper, pushing Claire into climax after climax, she felt full, but this was the kind of full Claire thought she could only dream of. Drunk on the sensations of Spaghetti’s invasion, Claire eventually gave in to her lust and chose to revel in the sensations her mind was being assaulted with, rubbing, hugging, and just caressing her engorged middle, trying to coax even more of Spaghetti into her womb. 

With each push, Spaghetti slinked into Claire’s womb ever more, stretching her middle to insane degrees, all the while continually assaulting her senses with intense pleasure, making Claire desperate to have all of Spaghetti in her womb. Slowly but surely, Spaghetti disappeared into Claire’s folds, enjoying each and every one of Claire’s now countless climaxes, curling into an ever expanding ball in Claire’s womb. Enjoying the constant, rolling, massages of Claire’s climaxes was now an ever present bonus to the pervasive, humid, heat of Claire’s womb that Spaghetti had now come to hold in higher regard than her own enclosure.

With every massage, Claire’s perception of time warped, stretching minutes into hours, as she got lost in the ever constant stretching of her womb, as Spaghetti filled her in a way that left her addicted to having a midsection larger than some people. Stranded in her lust, Claire’s thoughts and imagination returned to her dream of Will, what she used to think of as impossible, now seemed nothing short of doable, and how she wished Will was the one invading her. Claire’s thoughts snagged for a moment as she pondered if she could have will inside her, alongside her pet which was now almost completely inside her, which brought to Claire’s attention that her own midsection was now larger than her. 

After a few more HEAVENLY minutes, Claire felt one last surge of movement as the last of Spaghetti’s length disappeared into her folds, followed by a very audible slurp, and one last heavenly surge of pleasure from her womb as Spaghetti was now completely inside her. Claire’s midsection was now enormous, and radiating incessant pulses of pleasure as spaghetti continued to roll and gyrate around inside her womb, looking to get comfortable. Eventually, all the activity in her middle died down as Spaghetti slowly dozed off, lulled to sleep by the exhaustion of her activity, and the constant massage of the walls of Claire’s innards. Claire continued to absentmindedly rub and massage her massively engorged belly, basking in the oh so sweet afterglow of her countless climaxes.

Eventually, Claire came down from her lust high, still mindlessly, shamelessly, rubbing and massaging her gut, wholeheartedly enjoying each and every little sensation she was conscious of despite being effectively pinned by its enormous, awkward, size. She was addicted to the feeling of being so overwhelmingly full, she knew it, and she wanted more. Claire couldn’t even bother to feel shame for what she let happen, all she wanted now was to enjoy this feeling as long as she could, except she still felt… incomplete. Sure she was stuffed beyond all reason and was thoroughly enjoying every second of it, but she felt like she was missing something. 

Claire heard a knock on her door, followed by the sound of Will’s voice, “Claire? Are you home? I got the job so I brought a couple bottles of wine, and a few of movies to celebrate!” That’s what Claire was missing! She wanted him, Claire’s mind returned to her devious activities as a coy smile crept across her face. Conscious of her predicament, and of her barely contained lust, Claire spoke while stifling a devious chuckle, “Come on in, I have a surprise for you!”