Nonon Jakuzure sat in the darkness of her dormitory, staring at her laptop screen, deeply engrossed in a project she had been working on for weeks. The majorette was pouring her heart and soul into feeding a secret desire. She had been writing private short stories about herself and Satsuki being intimate in a way that was… rather unusual. Unbeknownst to her peers, Nonon was complete and utter vore trash.
Even before they'd officially started dating in junior high, Nonon had fantasized about Satsuki swallowing her whole. Just the thought of being enveloped in the warm, cozy confines of the heiress's belly was enough to set her heart aflutter. Of course, actually confessing her desires to her partner was out of the question. Nonon had resigned herself to transcribing her fantasies as short stories, working on them on late nights such as this one.
"I press my hand against her stomach wall, and she presses back. I'm so grateful that Satsuki-chan let me be her meal. I'm inside her, where food should be, yet I can rest easy knowing that she sees me as so much more than that. Being curled up in here almost feels like a hug, pleasant and comforting. I hear Satsuki-chan take a sip of something, and smile as I'm doused in her favorite tea."
Her eyes growing heavy, she pulled her attention away from her work to check the clock. 11:30? Had she really been writing for that long? Still unsatisfied with her progress, Nonon saved her document and closed her laptop, leaving it on the table beside her bed. Reluctantly, the majorette snuggled into her hoard of stuffed animals, and almost instinctively wrapped herself up in her pink blanket.