Too Heavy of a Sleeper

14 May 2017

08:09 Speculo find the sleeping pretty birb and giggles before getting to work. He very slowly plucks every single one of his feathers and shaves off his fur to leave him naked and exposed, but to keep the bird warm now he set up a fire above a spit that he tied Gyro to and licked his lips while he cooked the gryphon like a rotisserie chicken. Gyro was unaware and too deep in slumber to notice that Speck was slowly massaging seasonings into his skin. Lemon pepper, rosemary, garlis, a bit of olive oil. It would be simply a relaxing massage next to a fireplace if not for the sinister intent of this attention.
After hours passed Speck took the flame roasted bird off of the spit and licked his lips. "Happy hatchday featherbutt, too bad you are going to be spending it digesting~" With that Speck opened his maw wids and slowly shoved Gyro into his maw savoring the flavors of an excellent meal. Inch by inch Gyro would descend as he was carressed by the warm quivering walls of the bug's throat. Once again it would be like a warm embrace if a pit of acids was not the destination of the tenderly hugging throat. At least Gyro would have sweet dreams before a rude awakening Speck though, one final little gift as Speck turned the gryphon into the birthday feast. Gyro's beak would press through the sphincter into his stomach, and at this point Speck was forced to increase his pace to race against time before his churning belly would wake him. Instead of the slow sliding he took ravenous gulps and devoured the bird without any mercy or care.
Gyro's face would plunge deep into the acrid puul and wake him with a shck as Speck slurped up his tail like a long noodle and then let out a large belch. Speck licked his lips tasting the seasoning on Gyro's flesh still lingering in his mouth while his belly shook violently below him. He sat on his back admiring the struggling birthday birb as he melted away and digested nicely thanks to the meal preparation. Speck curled up and napped in the pile of shaved fur and plucked feathers nestling in for a bit of a nap.

09:44 Gyro Feather had been dreaming of lying out on the beach and getting massaged by a pony at a resort relaxing and enjoying his day. He could feel the heavy massage oils soaking down past his fur and feathers to the flesh beyond, and while he knew he'd need quite the washing up to get clean, for now it felt absolutely amazing. His body reacts to the motions, flicking his tail back and forth as a low purr of enjoyment leaves his body, rumbling out into the spit.

His dreams then shift to that of playing in the water, lying down in the surf as the waves slowly creep up over his from as the tide comes in. It seems to be picking up speed though, and and soon enough he finds himself completely covered in the ocean. At this point he grows frantic and his dream scares him awake.

Gyro's eyes snap open as he finds himself completely curled inside the stomach, but with it so dark it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust. Instead, the first thing that he notices is the fetid smell of bile assaulting his nostrils and making his stomach churn. The acrid air burns slightly at his lungs and nares from the acidic fumes. All around him he could hear the myriad of organic noises that made up the changeling's bio-signs, from the thumping of his heart, to the squelching noise of the stomach around him. He pushes out against the walls and finds that the slippery barrier seems to cling against him, while he's entirely soaked in who knows what. Finally his eyes adjust to the dull green light that comes in through the translucent port in the bug's carapace.

The gryphon gasps as the first thing he sees is the fact that he's without any of the stuff that makes him pretty, just pink skin which is usually covered by his fur and feathers. His body glistens with drool and oil, protecting him for the moment from the brunt of the acids and is dotted with what looks like spices. As he shifts around, he begins to notice that the walls are pink and rippled, glistening in the eerie light as they squeeze around him, while a pool builds beneath. His mind racks his brain for just what may have happened, but its coming up short. He tries to open his mouth, but finds that its been banded shut, just like his talons.

Regardless though of whether or not the bird has figured out what is going on, the stomach knows exactly what to do with him. The acids continue to rise while the squeezing muscls ensure that every inch of the bird is well mixed with the juices, eroding away the oils until the powerful acids. Gyro begins to struggle regardless, pushing out at the walls and making muffled noises of protest, but without a steady air supply, the gryphon finds his eyes growing heavy and passes out,going still. The stomach certainly had quite a bit more of its grisley work to do, but he'd not be conscious of it.

09:45 < Gyro Feather> (You should add more line breaks :P

09:45 < Gyro Feather> ( <3

10:09 Speculo sleeps well while he remains passed out around the bird, letting his belly do the work of turning the shaven creature into a stew of mush as it slowly melts him down. His belly becomes soft and shrinks as chyme and bone alike are forced from teh chamber into the long series of tubes where much of the gryphon would be absorbed. All that's left comet he time he wakes is a massive pressure pushing at his tail hole. The changeling stands up and looks down at the nest he's made of the other's shaved body with a grin and then squats. There's a loud rumble of a fart, and then the first of the soft brown logs slides out, splattering down over the pile. The mess grows and grows as bone laydened pieces of shit push forth from his rump, steadily growing. Speculo struggles witht he skull and then turns aroun when he finishes to admire that pile. "Well you cant put lipstic on a pig," he says, thinking about all those pretty feathers poking free beneath and how they dont help to compliment his form now.