A final bubbling comes from your gut as you settle down. He is awestruck with your impressive body, so why waste such fascination. It could be false interest, an attempt to make you spare him. Either way you do, and walk back slightly. He stands and looks back at your breasts, obviously attract. You can smell his arousal, but something else as well. You turn around, hearing some clicking and realize someone is unlocking the door! You quickly grab the mouse, who squeals, and bolt into a stall. With a cling the door unlocks and you hear some voices. Not being able to make them out, you assume it was the janitor apologizing and them some complaints. With pounding steps someone enters and forcefully slams the door, causing the whole room to shake. You take a chance, and slightly peer over the edge of the stall. The creature is a massive male stallion, with a blue card hanging on a lanyard. He is a male contestant, and appears to have just come back from a game. His sack is huge and rippling with struggles. You also she he is holding a very skimpy speedo, which would do nothing to cover his groin, but must be for exhibition, to show off his prize. You duck under the stall, and look at the mouse. He is silent, but obviously scared. You assume he is scared of whoever just entered.
"Is it Chance?"
"Who?" You answer.
"Chance is the leading contestant this year, a large horse guy that is known for his taste of..." He gulps. "Mice!"
You only nod, and he whimpers. You take a hand and cover his mouth, fear of being found. If what he says is true, then this might end badly, not for you as you can handle this hunk, but for the smaller mouse. You think about what to do. The only choice is to walk out by hiding the mouse. He looks into your eyes and then you see a spark of inspiration hit him.
"I love... you." He says. "And I hope that you won't hurt me?"
"Of course, for now at least." You whisper back.
"I have an idea," He pauses, taking a breath. "If you hide me, you might be able to walk by him."
You look over the edge, Chance struggling into the speedo. He grunts and punches his struggling sack, a loud gurgle emits and the struggle calms down. He seems pretty powerful, but right now really distracted. The mouse nudges your breasts, causing your sheath to let out your penis. It is flaccid, but pushes the mouse into the door. He is squished from the size, and you can feel him struggle. The waves of motion begin to excite you.
"Stop that! You are making me hard!"
He stops and forces his head over the mound of flesh. He looks into your eyes, and you know his plan. He wants you to vore him, but keep him alive. This could work, but it could also go horribly wrong. You decide it is for the better and think about what to do. You can either hide him in your stomach, and quickly get out before digesting him; or you can cock vore him and have slightly more time.
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