At the end of the day, dinner lasted a couple of hours.
Now, we're both completely stuffed, lying flat on our backs like two overinflated balloons, bellies round and swollen. Our limbs are sprawled out like dead starfish, and every breath comes with a little groan of satisfaction.
Ahhh… food coma…
I can barely move. Even twitching my tail feels like too much effort. All I can do is lie here and think…
And for some reason, my brain decides to wander into weirdly funny territory.
First of all, thank the gods for catgirl genetics! Our bodies can digest food way, waaay faster than normal humans.
If we didn't have that trait? With the sheer amount of meat and pie we just devoured?
Yeah. It'd probably take days just to break it all down and absorb all the nutrients.
But the best part? Funny enough, our digestive systems are so efficient… we barely even have to poop!
