Master thief, spy, and adventurer Rouge the Bat relaxed, stretched out on her bed, clad only in a towel after her shower. Her apartment was beautiful, an opulet room with the best furniture and silk sheets on her bed. And the best thing, in her view, was that she owned the apartment entirely. No paying rent to a landlord. The bat was curvacious, and unlike most Mobians was not completely furred. She had white fur on her tail and most of her head, covering her charming ears and around her eyes, but other than that, she was bare, with tawny, well-tanned skin, an athletic frame, a shapely rump and hips, and immense breasts. Her bat wings were folded comfortably against her back as she lay on her side, drifting off to sleep.
It was then that Dr. Eggman's virus affected her.
Her stomach rumbled, starting her out of the nap she was about to take.
"Huh," she said, rubbing her stomach. "I guess that sandwich I had before my shower wasn't enough." She shrugged, and got up, sauntering over to the kitchen, not bothering to get dressed. Rouge opened the fridge, and made herself a larger sandwich. Thick homemade bread (people would be surprised to know that she knew how to cook), sliced roast beef, lettuce, tomato, onions, pepper jack cheese, and mustard.
She grinned at it. "A rare indulgence," she said. She ate the sandwich, savoring each bite. For some reason, though, the food tasted incredible. Even more than usual, and she loved it. All the flavors, the scents, they were more intense. She moaned in bliss as she ate, and before Rouge knew it, she had eaten the entire sandwich. "Huh... Guess I was really enjoying it."
She patted her stomach, feeling how stuffed she was. Surely that would have satisfied her cravings.
*gurgle*
"...The heck? I'm still hungry?" Rouge said, confused. She shrugged, and decided to top it off with some fruit. She started with eating an apple from a bowl on the table, casually resting at her kitchen table while eating it.
It didn't. It just made her hungrier.
She ate all of the apples in the bowl, cores and all. She then ate all of her cereal, drank all of her milk, ate all of her bread, stuffing the food in her mouth frantically. Her face was covered in food stains, crumbs building up in her cleavage as her belly swelled with the amount of food she was stuffing into it. She just got hungrier and hungrier. It was good, but it wasn't what her body wanted.
She sat down on the floor, surrounded by food wrappers and boxes, groaning. She felt so stuffed, but she was so damn hungry. Her stomach was gurgling, rapidly processing the food in her bloated stomach, her breasts and butt swelling ever so slightly. And she wanted more.
"What the hell is wrong with me!?" Rouge said, clutching at her belly. A hunger pang hit her, so powerful now that it hurt. "Gotta eat..."
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