Cici's Midnight Snack (NSFW)

Nearly midnight. The basement was bathed in darkness, save for the glow of an idle TV resting at the far end of the room. The party had wrapped, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring.

Except, for a mouse.

Cici peeked her snouted face around the corner of a doorframe, scanning the basement. No one was there, not even a passed out party goer on the couch - but she wasn't worried about being spotted. No, she was looking for something far more important.

She stepped out from behind the doorframe, nose idly sniffing at the air. It was in here, somewhere, she was sure of it. She'd even smelled it outside, and spent... more time than she'd like to admit squeezing through some loose boards to get inside. She massaged a sore spot on her considerable thigh, recalling the tight squeeze.

Her 'assets' also made her scavenging a little more difficult, in general. She was nimbler than anyone would give her credit for, sure. But most people don't expect much in the way of agility from a sack of flour. As she scurried across the carpeted floor, her enormous rear wobbled side to side, threatening to throw her off balance. The sack of flour looked like Olympian material next to her. Of course, even that seemed reasonable once you saw her from any other angle. Her protruding belly stuck well past her waist, cellulite-laden rolls of fat spilling over her thighs and onto her lap. The fact she could run at all was something of a miracle.

Needless to say, she was very happy to be on the ground floor. The last time she'd had to scale a counter had involved nearly an hour of struggling to pull herself up, her exposed paunch squeezed up against the side of the table the whole time.

By the standards of most mice, she was fat. Absurdly fat. She weighed as much as 3 average-sized mice, and stood twice as wide as one. But she wasn't stupid - she knew that, and she couldn't help it. After all, she was always-

Grgrggglglg

Her stomach cut off her train of thought. She sighed, grimacing slightly as she kept searching. Cici was hungry. She usually was!. There were a long series of events that lead to this point, but Cici didn't particularly care. She didn't mind when people made fun of her size, or how much she ate. In fact, she took it in stride. Her wobbly frame and endless gluttony were her standout features, as far as she was concerned. Who wouldn't, upon seeing a woman nearly as wide as she was tall, be impressed? Chumps, maybe. Idiots, perhaps. No, her unusual condition was nothing short of divinity, as far as she was concerned.

Unfortunately, that divinity needed to be fed. Cici has detected the aroma of something cheesy from outside, and her growling stomach demanded that it get shoved down her throat as soon as physically possible.

Whatever party had happened here, the guests were almost as slobbish as Cici herself. Almost. Empty cans and plates scattered the floor, and Cici stopped by them all in search of leftovers. Sadly, other than a few gulps of soda, it seemed all was for naught.

Defeated, she slumped against a beanbag chair, and sighed. Her stomach let fourth another angrier, less patient growl at it's master. Cici could feel something primal tugging at her, and started considering if a grease-soaked paper plate would be edible. But thankfully, before she got too far, she looked up.

There, illuminated in the glow of the television set, was a box of Cheez-its. Unopened. It was three times as tall as she was, and four times as wide.

An involuntary gasp escaped Cici's mouth as she bounded towards it, her stomach letting out another starved gurgle. The inertia of her loaded frame nearly sent smacked her into the side of the box, which she dug into with her small claws and tore a chunk of cardboard off of. Another incision into the plastic bag, and suddenly an avalanche of neon-yellow, cheesy crackers poured from the box. The aroma was intoxicating. Cici couldn't help but drool, momentarily distracted from her perpetual hunger by the sheer bliss of the moment.

But only momentarily. Without hesitation, she grabbed the nearest cracker, and holding it with both tiny, mousey hands, devoured it in three huge bites.

Chomp Chomp Chomp

Before she'd even fully swallowed, she grabbed another, cramming it into her mouth much the same. That primal feeling in her, far from satisfied, flared itself as Cici devoured her meal. Euphoric giggles escaped her mouth in the few moments it wasn't packed full of cheesy goodness.

Three, ten, twenty - She stopped counting after a bit. The numbers didn't matter, all that was important in that moment was what that primal hunger in her demanded, the thing they'd put in her at the lab so long ago.

More. Now.

And so she did, her paws and sweater coated in cheese dust as the contents of the box vanished down her bottomless gullet. Even when her stomach felt full, then taut, then tight - she kept eating, kept stuffing herself, beyond all limits of reason. She felt her already huge stomach balloon further outwards, her sweater riding up as the feeling of carpet tickled the underside of her belly. She let out a blissful moan.

She was in heaven.

All too soon, though, her monstrous appetite worked through the entire box. As the last crumbs of food vanished down her throat, she let out a contented sigh. Peering over her shoulder, she could see her paunch had ballooned to an obscene size, dwarfing the rest of her body several times over. She was laying chest-first on the ground, her ass held high from the bulk of her stomach.

She licked whatever dust remained off her hands and lips, feeling her hunger momentarily satiated. A dopey smile slowly spread across her cheeks, and-

"bwuUUUUUUUAAAARRRRppp"

Her dopey smile turned to as smug grin, as her whole body shook from the force of her burp. Her divinity didn't stop at her size. And it wouldn't stop there - she felt the all too familiar sensation deep within her crowded digestive system. Gasses burbling and rising to the surface, byproducts of her stomach processing its enormous meal. Any second now, she'd-

"*ghuUUUUUUUUUURrrp" she belched, an explosive blast of hot air escaping her cheese-covered lips. Behind her she could hear her stomach gurgling, more and more of her feast being processed into luscious rolls of thick flab for her later. For now, though...

"uUrp-BwaaAAAuuRb-bwUUUOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRMBP"

"uuuuuuuUUUUUUUURRgghhp*"

"gh-ghwoouUUAARUP"

Each burp sent her rocking, a mix of the sheer explosive force behind it, and the tremor of pleasure that shot through her with each one. She found herself getting flush, the dopey grin returning, eyes lidded for as long as they could be between deep, echoing belches.

She reached down and felt her rumbling, mountainous belly with her hands, idly kneading at it to help soothe her digestion. She'd be stuck like this for a few hours, she reckoned, and she had a feeling afterwards she wouldn't be in any condition to walk around. She lit up at the thought. God, she was amazing.

Just then, she heard footsteps. Upstairs - leading to the door - the door opening. She wasn't surprised - her orchestra was sure to attract some attention. She swear her digestive tract had rattled the foundations of the building. She imagined some human, come down to find their snacks raided, and the biggest mouse they'd ever seen, immobilized by her own insatiable gluttony.

Good, she thought, grinning again. She liked an audience.