I toss and turn, now laying on my tummy and it feels so hungry. I'm chasing a rabbit in my dreams, a big fat white rabbit. I look at his white face one last time, open my mouth real wide, and IN he goes, head first. It's a white rabbit going down my throat. Alice would see the irony.
I wake up sweating agitatedly, I'm not at home... this is not my bed. Not my sheets.
Oh yeah... a friend of mine absolutely had to have me for a sleep over. hm. She owns a bunny. Oh my!! I was dreaming of wolfing down Mr. Jingles! Oh he's such a domesticated bunny, he's fat, lazy and useless. My belly growls expectantly. Oh Mr. Jingles. You sound so delicious tonight.
I slip out of bed unnoticed, Melissa, asleep on the other side, doesn't even stir with my leaving. Tiptoeing out of the room, I see the juicy thing fast asleep on the couch, splayed with his fuzzy belly up.
 
My back straightens out, I've found my victim. I pick him up by the shoulders, look at his lazy eyes and stuff his fat face into my ever opening mouth. He instantly reacted, kicking for his life.
Did I just hear a squeal? Oh LOL. I burst out laughing, spitting out Mr. Jingles on the carpet. He hops away as fast as his untrained tender legs allow. Darn, now I have to go find the silly thing. Shouldn't be too hard, he's too slow for me... It takes me less than a minute to find him backing into the corner of the overfilled closet. I can't reach that far, there's too many things on my way, maybe if I get some carrots he'll come out for me. Half an hour later he finally trusts me a little more, enough to come out to get a carrot, enough for me to grab him! Silly thing, walked right into my trap.
I grabbed it by the torso for a better grip, and stuff it into my mouth as fast as I can. He squeals again, it's so funny, I can hear him from the inside, his cries for help are just too funny. But this time I won't let him out. I push more instead, this time a little too fast, my jaws dislocating with an audible pop instead of easing into it. It doesn't hurt, but I'm startled, and I kind of like it. My throat is starting to bulge, from my chin down, it looks bigger, like I have a double chin for a minute, but I push more, my throat getting so stretched around the kicking rabbit.
My tongue strokes his silky fur, I can't really taste him, but it's OK, it'll feed me. Gulp and push, and I'm almost to his tender thighs, one last push and I can close my lips around his fuzzy, twitching paws, my throat muscles swallow hard, and the paws slide out of site, soon he reaches my stomach, I can tell because I can feel him kicking and struggling more, my stomach acid probably isn't being very nice to him. My belly looks so huge, bulged and pink. All the kicking irritated my now tender skin. I grope my belly gingerly, feeling up on the spots where he's kicking, I can feel his dying paws under my overstretched skin. I'm still hungry. But maybe I can sleep now... Maybe not.
Again I find myself tossing and turning in bed. This is not the same as that satisfaction I got the first time. Maybe this is like a drug. It's never gonna be the same, I'll always chase after that first time with something bigger because it doesn't work. So I'm just not satisfied. I need more, so much more. My skin not nearly as irritated as I've seen before, it just isn't as tight and firm as I love so much. I flip in bed again, this time Melissa stirs. My breath catches. What would I do if she wakes up? She grabs my hand and holds it in between us, close to my lips, I can't hide my over sized �food baby�. But she slips back into sleep with a sigh.
 
I move closer to her hand, maybe I can smell her. She looks delicious like that. Unconsciously I drag her fingers close to my lips, and lick their tips delicately, hmmm. Tasty, warm. She turns the rest of her body towards me, placing the other hand conveniently next to my face. She doesn't even thigh as I place both her hands in my mouth, and sucked her slowly all the way till she was elbows deep down my hungry throat. By then she had reached the rabbit, and stretched my stomach violently fast as her elbows started folding out to get out of the way of her head. My jaws even clicked audibly again as they stretched around her head, and all she did was stir and quickly quiet down. Only after her shoulders does she start waking up, I know this because I can feel her hands moving against my stomach walls tentatively.
 
She feels her bunny slowly, I take the opportunity to wolf her down faster to see if I can get most of her before she fights. This makes me have second thoughts though, because she's stretching my stomach to distances I didn't even dream it could go. It's a painful thing to push so fast, I can only touch my skin very gingerly, it's so tight and irritated. This is the biggest i've ever been, it's a good thing I'm on the bed because I could never move from here, my tummy is almost as big as me. But I still have most of her thigh to go and the rest of her legs. She starts stirring a little harder, I push myself even more, with my whole front side burning so much I can barely stand it. My eyes are probably the size of golf balls, but I want to finish the rest of her. I gather my energy up and gulp down one last time, as her feet disappear into my stretched throat, right as they realized that they should be kicking.
 
I lay there as she fights her hardest to do something for her life. She scratches the walls of my stomach, making me moan and roll my eyes. It feels so painfully good. She tries to kick one last time, and with a feeble attempt starts dying down. I'm rubbing the parts where she sticks out most, trying to guess which part of her that is, moaning all the while because my skin is so intensely sensitive. I fall asleep sometime after I found her hands. Burp....... Rabbit hair flies out.