Bridget made a soft, happy sound as she gobbled up what remained of the mouse. She tilted her head b

Bridget made a soft, happy sound as she gobbled up what remained of the mouse. She tilted her head back, slurping down the kicking legs and thrashing tail of the petite, curvy mouse. They had been relaxing on the couch, cuddling and watching movies, when Bridget’s stomach had suddenly rumbled. Her companion had offered to go get some ice cream out of the fridge, but Bridget had decided to go for the snack that was already in her arms. Her former-friend-now-a-snack had been surprised, but by the time she realized what was happening she was already halfway down the much larger rodent’s gullet. Just as Bridget slurped down the last of her meal’s tail, she heard a thump. She turned to see another mouse standing in the doorway that led back to the bedrooms, wearing pajamas, the water bottle that she had just dropped coming to a rest on the floor at her feet. She looked a lot like the mouse that Bridget had just downed, though a bit more slender of figure. She stared at Bridget’s thrashing stomach. “Did… d-did you just… eat…?” Bridget smiled softly at her. “Mhm. Your sister is packed away right here,” she said, giving her stomach a pat. The mouse swallowed hard. “Th-then… um… I’m s-sure you’re f-f-full now, r-right?” Bridget ran her tongue across her muzzle. “Oh sweetie… there’s no way just one of you would be enough for me,” she said, as she started to get up from the couch. It was time for dessert. ——– Bridget sighed, pressing her hands into the sides of her squirming gut. Empty containers of chocolate ice cream lay scattered around her, and her belly felt both bloated and a bit cold. Honestly, the ice cream had been a little much, and she probably hadn’t needed to eat all of it, but when she had opened the freezer and seen just how much her hostess had, she just couldn’t help herself. She squeezed her belly, feeling its contents slosh beneath her fingers, as the two mice tried desperately to keep their heads above the sticky, chocolately mess. Bridget felt a rumble, starting in her belly and moving upward, and she tilted her head back and opened her mouth. “BRAAAAP!” The belch echoed through the apartment, now empty except for herself. The faint taste of chocolate still hung on her lips, and Bridget ran her tongue over her muzzle as she relaxed back into the couch. She was ready to relax and finish her movie while she let her meal digest. It has been a fun evening, topped off with an especially delicious dessert. -- source link

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