"huh, what's going on?"
The serpent lady sitting coiled on the other side of the room said something to a floating fish which seemed to evaporate like steam.
"Hello, and welcome."
"Where am I?", they looked around, it was a room in their house, but some of the details were wrong, "What's going on, how did you get in here?"
"Poor thing doesn't realize they're dreaming", the naga chuckled as it peeled an icecream cone line a banana and took a bite.
"The fuck?", they pinched themself, it hurt and they didn't wake up.
The naga sighed, "That's not how it works." She picked up a small acting trophy and chuckled, "Try thinking about something whimsical, impossible even."
"Then, a flying pig?"
A pig proceeded to fly from one air vent to the other.
"Really, a flying pig? Be more creative."
"F-fine, this lamp is made of jello!"
The two stared at the lamp.
"Well, try it", the naga said, confusedly.
They picked up the lamp and felt it squish in their grasp, a tentative lick gave the impression of artificial green apple flavoring.
"Well, I'll be. This is my first time having a lucid dream."
"Cool ain't it? What do you want to do next?"
"I-I don't know... so many options..."
"If I may make a recommendation", her lips slithered into a smile, "Isn't there that cutie you met at work you've always wanted to swallow?"
"Guh, what? What do you mean that--"
"I'm in your head deary, I know what you want. It's okay, it's just a dream. Go wild. You could gulp 'em down, shove 'em up your ass, hell, you can have whatever genital situation you want to take 'em that way. C'mon, how about you have a little fun."
"I... I suppose it could be fun. So, do I just imagine them here?"
"Close your eyes and envision them, then open the door behind you."
They turned around, a door that shouldn't be there against a wall that wasn't in this room of their house. They grasped the handle, closed their eyes, opened the door, and walked through.
They appeared in some apartment room--it made sense, the cutie from work was an assistant, this would be about their budget.
"Fascinating" they said aloud
"Hello there" the coworker was laying on the couch, decked out in lingerie, petals spread about.
"Holy fuck", they said, this is the best dream ever.
They pounced atop their prey, who squealed and giggled. Eagerly they tore off each others' clothes and their hands began to wander, soon thereafter their lips and tongues followed suit. Body parts growing and shrinking as was convenient, the two entangled each other. Clipboards fell and gave the dream prey a cute prop to hide behind when the dreamer pulled away briefly.
"You're so cute! I could just eat you up"
"Hee-hee, eat me >:3"
With a lunge forward the assistant's head was in the dreamer's jaws. Their body frozen, *gulp*, then wriggled as screams barely came out, muffled by salivating flesh, *gulp*. It was like magic, it felt like a comic they'd fapped to, throats stretching to fit an entire person into their gut, *gulp*, a large protrusion sinking deeper and deeper, *gulp*.
Their throat quivered as it relaxed to a natural size, their belly twitched and ached pleasantly. The fantasy inside squirming and stretching them--it was like some weird massage. Hands reached over their body and touched it, touched everything, harder, Harder! The meal pulsating in the churning gut. Begs and pleas went unanswered as the dreamer indulged in the fantasy. A ringing noise as they came close to climaxing, no, no, shut up alarm clock, let me have this, let me have this!!! Louder and louder, faster and faster, harder and harder, they screamed as their stomach shook and then softened, as they came and twitched on that sofa, all the petals having been knocked onto the floor. They felt amazing, the best wet dream they'd ever had--possibly the only one--it was hard to remember.
Again, they thought, but instead they lay, sweating on the couch.
"Again", this time they commanded their lucid dream.
But still they remained. In fact, a queasy feeling started filling their stomach.
"I want to try a different type of vore, reset the scene, go back, rewind, spawn another copy, why isn't this working?"
The snake clicked stop on her camera and offered applause.
"Wow, you really just went straight for the kill, huh?"
"You, horny subconscious, let me do it again."
"Well, I'm afraid you can't. You digested them. That's it."
"But this is a dream, I can do anything in a dream."
"...what does that poster say?"
"The live-laugh-love poster?"
The snake gave a smirk.
"W-wait, no, no this is definitely a dream", they reached around for their phone--they hadn't brought it with them, "that's right, see, how'd I get here, I walked through that door."
They got up and tripped, the mass of liquid assistant in their stomach throwing them off balance. Getting back up, they opened the door and... is was the previous room again.
"You ever see that prank," the snake began, "Where they put a portable dressed up like an office room in front of a porta-potty after someone goes inside?"
"N-no, but, the pigs, the lamp, the, I unhinged my fucking jaw, this can't be a real!?"
"Lights and sound, good ole practical effects, plus a hefty dose of you waking up from being drugged, my dear."
They looked in horror at their sagging gut, "But, people can't swallow people whole, this can't be real, it can't..."
"They were expecting you to fuck them, maybe get freaky with it--no one on their team predicted that you'd be such a prolific pred, not even them--or maybe they did, too bad we can't ask 'em anymore."
"Well, our work here is done, and we got paid, so, uh, apartment's yours for the time being, but someone'll probably be looking for them in the coming days"
"Oh god, I'm a murderer," they collapsed, their stomach sick, more of their crush sluicing down into their intestines, they wanted to throw up--but the thought scared them out of it, "wait. Wait! You fuckers, you're accomplices to a murder! I'll have your heads for this!"
The snake looked back, still holding the door open for the stagehands (who seemingly were coming out of the rafters) to take their leave, "Well, if you're gonna be like that, I suppose I could just eat you, dispose of the evidence as it were."
Horror filled their eyes.
"But", she continued, "it'd be such a waste to churn such a promising new pred. And now you know half of what it's like to have someone die inside you, do you really want to learn about the other half?"
They shook their head.
"Great, in fact, if you feel you can't show your face in that old office of yours, I suppose we could use a good-looking pred such as yourself as a actor for some of our upcoming films. What do ya say? How about we make more of your dreams come true?"
