HAPPY VORE DAY! #Voreday #vore #vore_day
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You open the door and step into the husky's apartment, expecting to see him on the couch gaming or prepping food for your hangout sesh. Instead, you find him on the couch with a squirming, writhing gut and clothes strewn about the living room. But they're not just his clothes. You spy a pair of skinny jeans, steel-toe work boots, flannel button-ups, board short, a few sets of sneakers . . . You can even see some signature pieces you remember from your own friends' wardrobes.
"Howdy handsome," Snow grinned, holding a popsicle in one paw, giving it a sensual lick, the fat husky making eyes at you as his belly gurgled and moved. "Today is 8/8 so you know what -- Uuurp . . . Nngh, you know what that means?" he asked, licking his lips, drool dripping down between his thick pecs and down the mountain of a belly. He takes your blank, surprised stare as an indication you have no idea what you've just walked into. "Happy Vore Day! Ta-daaaa!" he said, gesturing to his prodigious bulk.
That's when it clicked. That's when you damn well knew you should have run.
Instead, you find yourself taking a few steps forward, your curious paws reaching forward to press into that squirming belly. You notice the popsicle he's holding looks like it might be chocolate but inside it, you can see the outline of . . . a person?