Sweet Dreams (Short) (Patreon)

It was still nearly pitch-black in the bedroom as Cris blinked awake, her alarm chirping softly on her nightstand. Being a light sleeper was annoying at times, but it had its perks too; she could wake up easily for early-morning jobs without waking up her lovely partner.

The woman in question was still fast asleep next to Cris. It was only five AM, so of course she was. Cris had an early morning job to head to- an unfortunate consequence of her line of work. Still, at least she got to see Jamie’s adorable sleeping face before she had to go.

Cris watched her adorable girlfriend sleep for a few minutes, counting her lucky stars, then moved to get up. But as she did, a soft hand closed around her arm. Cris looked back in surprise. Jamie’s eyes were still shut tight, her breathing restful. The larger woman breathed a sigh of relief, but there remained a problem. How was she supposed to get up now…?

“Mmmm… babe, please…”

Jamie was sleep talking! It didn’t happen too often, but it usually made for a good story when it did. Cris’ nose twitched in amusement as she said softly, “What is it, Jamie?”

“Don’t… mmm… don’t forget the stuff in the toaster oven… I was keeping it warm for today…”

A domestic dream? Weird. From the few sleepy conversations Cris had had with dreaming Jamie, she was usually trapped in lawyer purgatory or confused in some nonsense world. “What’s in the toaster oven again? I forget.”

Jamie frowned in her sleep. “It’s all the stuff, babe. The hot dogs… and the burgers… the pizza… mmmm… the spaghetti… and those cannolis from that place on third street… oh, those taste so good…”

Ok, Cris was starting to put together what kind of dream Jamie was having now. She grinned mischievously. Now THIS was going to make for a good story~. She grabbed her phone and, after hastily dimming the screen, started recording Jamie. “That’s a lot of food to fit in our toaster oven, honey. What are you planning to do with all that food?”

The frown on Jamie’s face turned into a stupid smile. “You’re gonna feed me, duh. I’m gonna eat it all… and I’m gonna get so big and heavy… my belly will be so round…”

“It’s all for you?” Jamie asked while barely holding back her giggles. “What about me? I’m really hungry too.”

“Nnnnno.” Jamie’s hand tightened around Cris’ arm for a moment. “It's my food… and I’m gonna eat it… you can have the stuff in the backyard…”

“The backyard? What’s in the backyard, babe?”

“The honey… I got you looots of honey… but you have to share with me…”

Oh God, Jamie’s ridiculous honey-stuffing kink! The damned honey returns! Jamie was going to HATE this when Cris showed her this! Cris put a hand over her mouth to stifle her chortling as she replied, “H-Honey, huh? You can have it all if you want, Jamie. I’ll just eat what’s in the toaster oven.”

“Nnnnooooo!” Jamie denied as thoroughly as she could with half her face still buried in a pillow. “I already ate it all! But if you don’t want the honey, I can eat that too… oh, I’m so big… it hurts but it’s so good… mmmm…”

Just how much had Jamie dreamt that she’d eaten? Dammit, Cris wanted to see. “You’re my little honeyball, aren't you, huh? Want me to feed you this giant jar I found too?”

Jamie licked her lips. “Mmmm… oh, it’s so much… oooooh… it’s all over me too… I’m so heavy and sticky… bloated and heavy and sticky… I don’t think I can fit through the door anymore… help me back to bed, Cris…”

Cris felt an odd mixture of pure, unfiltered joy and confused horniness. Crud. Well, she was already this far in, so… “I’ll just make you your own bed, babe. Here, I found another jar to feed you. Ready?”

But this time, Jamie frowned. “Babe, that’s not honey. I can’t eat that.”

“What is it then? I can’t tell.”

“It’s our taxes, Cris. I can’t eat our taxes. They’re due tomorrow…”

A loud snort escaped Cris’ nose before she could stop herself. She froze, her hand covering her mouth and nose, and just watched Jamie. Luckily, for as light of a sleeper Cris was, Jamie was just as much a heavy sleeper. She just smacked her lips and returned to smiling, saying, “Hand me the tax jar, Cris… I can do them on my tight belly… I can write with honey, then eat the honey… ooooh, so full…”

Alright, enough was enough. While delicately unwrapping Jamie’s hand from around her arm, she said, “We’re… uh, running low on taxes, so I’m going to the tax store. Here, I brought you a whole truckload of steamed hams to eat while I’m gone.”

“The only hams I want are your hams… mmmm… but these taste good too… love you, babe…”

Cris chuckled as she replied, “Love you too, honey.” With that, she stopped taking video and quietly got out of bed.

Now then… just when should she pull out this delightful footage? Maybe she could use it to convince Jamie to watch some Survivor with her. Or maybe she could use it as reference for a night of totally embarrassing Jamie stuffing, courtesy of her own horny imagination… oh, the choices, the choices…