Riddel furrowed her brows as she slurped the sleeve of a sweater into her mouth.

This had been a bad idea.

She was already stuffed, and she had only finished half the hamper. Her belly growled in protest, and she felt taut and bloated. She should just stop now, just call it here.

Instead, she grabbed a pair of shorts, balling it up and shoving it into her mouth.

In spite of her fullness, the craving continued unabated. Every bite tasted of her; every inch of fabric was saturated in her scent. It wasn't enough. Riddel wanted more.

She swallowed, sending the shorts down to her first stomach, before grabbing a long-sleeve shirt and stuffing it into her maw.

Her stomach rumbled, then let out a particularly loud gurgle.

Riddel froze.

Next to her, no more than a few feet away, she saw the small, slender figure on the bed stir. The female rabbit shifted position, making a small cooing noise before settling back into slumber.

Riddel released the breath she had been holding. Thank goodness. If her roommate had woken up, she probably would have just shoved the rabbit down her throat along with the pile of clothes, if only to avoid the awkwardness.

And that was exactly what she was trying to avoid, of course. She had been craving the little bunny for a while now, had been haunted by dreams of that slender body sliding down her throat and squirming its way through her four stomachs. She needed to satisfy that craving somehow, to get a taste of the bunny, even if indirectly. It might be weird, but it worked.

Usually.

She would finish her meal, then slink back to her own bed. She would splay her fingers across her tight belly, tasting the lingering flavors on her lips, imagining that it was her roommate in there, wiggling and squirming. She would probably end up with a stomachache for her trouble, and she would have to deal with her roommate wondering where half of her laundry had gone. But it would satisfy the craving. It had to.

Riddel finished swallowing the shirt, pulling the fabric into her mouth with her broad teeth, before reaching into the hamper again. She hoped against hope that her roommate wouldn't wake up.

And she tried to ignore the fact that part of her hoped that she would.

Voretober Day 21! Object vore counts, right?

This character belongs to Saucyburr of Twitter. They mentioned the character idea in the replies to my last picture, and I found it adorable and wanted to do my own take on it. I know this is a little different compared to my usual content, but I hope you can enjoy it anyway!

For a better look at the belly, check here!

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