Hungry Wifey's Vore Relapse

I am sitting on the bed in nothing but a bra and panties, my stomach visibly swollen as I lazily rub and cradle it. When you walk in, I look up, surprised, and smile nervously, telling you I did not expect you home so early. I brush it off at first, blaming a heavy breakfast and acting casual, but the way my belly shifts gives me away.

You press me, and I finally admit the truth. This is not food. I confess that earlier, while I was out jogging, I ran into a stunning woman who completely caught my attention. I describe her slowly, the way she moved, how irresistible she was, and how I could not stop myself. I tell you how full I feel now, rubbing my stomach proudly as I explain that she is still inside me. I even lift and press my belly, letting you hear faint movement as I enjoy your reaction.

I go on calmly, explaining that she will not be with me much longer and that I will be taking care of that soon. I turn, deliberately showing off my body, my curves, and my confidence, completely unapologetic. Even so, I admit that I am still hungry. I look back at you and ask sweetly if you would like to join her, reminding you that this is something we have done before.

Before you can answer, my tone shifts. I tell you plainly that you never really had a choice. I pull you close, taking control, and bring you inside me as well. The world fades out as my body settles, the scene ending with me stretched out on the bed, rubbing my overly full stomach with a satisfied smile.

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