Eventually Bird Food

28 May 2018

02:08 Der leaves a fun, licks the bound Gyro Feather, starting first with a teasing lick along his large paws, watching as his pet's toes moved at his touch. Fluttering away, he grinned at the griffon, who knew what was coming and that there was no stopping it. Landing infront of his pet's face, he smirks "Good food, just relax." With that Der leaned forward against the gryphon's beak, starting with a cute little kiss, his beak started to spread impossibly wide, sliding over his pet's. Gyro feather got to watch, face first as his tiny master slowly took his entire face into his beak, saliva coating over his feathers and the world going dark, replaced by the tiny griffon's pulsating throat. Der worked for a while on his pet's head, but once that was through his beak, he slurped the purple feathered neck right up. Gyro feather's face was forced though a stretched out crop, running into the mush of some cookies the pair had eaten earlier and was forced right though and down to his stomach, the fowl stench flooding into the griffon's beak.

08:39 Gyro Feather cant even really squirm as he is, locked away in a case of sticky green resin from a potion smeared upon him while he'd slept, that clearly was from changeling origins. It was the type of thing that would dissollve in water, but until it did, he was pretty well stuck as he was. The bird chuckles muffledly as his hind tows are tickled by the tiny tongue moving up between them and leaving the bird squirming. This was only the begining though, and the look in his eyes showed that he realized that as Der made his way to his head. That beak before him grows impossibly wide, scrapping against his beak, and then parting his feathers, making him breath in the stale breath that formed inside his master. The resin that coats teh bird had a lovely sweet taste that added to Gyro's lovely flavor, where his feathers shown through. His beak is in the crop by the time his eyes are enveloped in darkness, sliding against the cookies that add some sense of sweet scent to the air, before moments later the stench of hte belly fills his nostrils. Somehow even more of his body is forced through that tight opening into the sack beyond, soon leaving Der several times his own size as the entire head resides in his belly.

17:31 < Gyro Feather> (lick

17:31 < Der> (chirp)

17:59 Der purred, loving the feeling of such a full stomach, his body budging impossibly large with just his pet's head inside, he wasn't stopping there though. His tight throat rippled over the gryphon's own neck, squeezing painfully hard as he swallowed, pulling more of his meal inside until he paused on the wider shoulders. Der having to stretch his beak painfully wide to accommodate the widest feature of his pet. He licked over Gyro Feather's neck feathers, some of the resin starting to dissolve in his beak, carrying with it the tasty natural flavors and oils the peacock had. His stomach gurgled around it's oversided meal, but obviously not prepared to handle such a thing. What little stomach acids there were, were spread thinly on Gyro's head, too dilute to do much yet.

18:11 Gyro Feather 's beak is still held fastly shut by the resin, rendered barely wet by the liquid around him as spread thin as Der's belly fluids were by his large size. Still though, the greenish resin itself proviced plently of slippery purchase for him to slide down the throat without getting it too dry. The gryphon lets out a low whine of fear, but cant shift too much as stuck as he was by his master. And to be sure, this was his rightful place anyways, even if he disagreed, as his collar clearly read 'Bird Food' on the dangling silver piece. Even without the thin layer of acids though, the bird could surely still smell them inside, burning at the insides of his nostrils. As more of him slides into his gut, his very form shows beneath Der's fur, almost like a grey fuzzy leotard stretching to fit.

18:46 < Gyro Feather> (Nomph :P

19:03 Der felt the wide shoulders of his pet finally slip into his beak, and with a string of swallows, into his taut throat, sealing Gyro Feathers fate to be food for his master. With the shoulders on their way down, the rest of the griffon would be just a smooth ride now, Der coming up on this wings. His stomach went to life around the mass of his pet, a thin layer of acid starting to build up around him, combining with the resin and starting to slowly weaken it. The tiny griffon teased his pet peacock for weeks that he would one day make a meal out of him, and was loving what a meal he made.

19:03 < Der> (Sorry for being slow)

19:21 Gyro Feather hadnt really believed his master about all that though, after all, he was way bigger than the smaller bird, and he had been sure that had he tried to pull anything...well, he'd manage to be fine, and yet, now here he is. He could feel the clenching of the stomach muscles around him, while little globules of acid unite with the resin, working to weaken it. In due time, the bits encircling his beak would begin to break, while the binding around his neck works to softwn enough to allow him to curl up in that tight chamber. He makes groaning noises as the resin begins to crack, tryin gto force his beak open, while the wing shoulders press in deeper.

19:48 Der swallowed hard, crushing in on the peacocks ribs, forcing the large creature into his increasingly cramped tiny body. The stretched out bird was far from being able to move, his powerful throat dragging his large pet across the bed with every gulp. His beak was now teasing and his pet's matted down belly fur, on the inside his stomach squeezed in tightly, forcing the griffon inside into a tight balls, cracking what resin was still hard, bending the gryphon's body uncomfortably.

19:56 Gyro Feather 's ribs creek and groan the more of him is forced inside to the tight, exhurting a pressure that makes it rather hard for the peacock to breathe in anything but the most shallow of breaths. Suddenly the resin around his neck gives way, pressing his beak up into his own chest feathers in a tight ball, scraping away the ick that remained on the surface there. Soon he could feel Der's warm breath on the one part of him that had been left entirely untouched, his musky sheath that the little bird so loved to play with. Inside though, gyro squirms and finally calls out, a muffled noise that is just as unintelligible as his muffles from before.

20:35 < Gyro Feather> (nomph~

20:37 < Der> (i posted?)

20:40 < Gyro Feather> (uhhh maybe there was a hiccup? I posted at xx:56

20:41 < Gyro Feather> (Do you see taht one?

20:42 Der felt the gryphon shift inside of his stomach, curling and leaving room for more of the peacock meal. His swallows slowed down to a snails pace, his beak coming up to his pet's sheath, the place the tiny griffon had spent so long petting and massaging for being a good boy. His beak opened wide and gave a small swallowing, pulling the bare furred area into his beak and closing down on it, squeezing it gently while his tongue lapped tiny licks at it. Inside his stomach, the griffon was no where near gentle, continuing it's rough massage, kneading the diluted acids into the weakening protective resin.

20:44 < Gyro Feather> (Dam f-list!

20:47 Gyro Feather found himself curling deeper as the sizzling acids drive more of the resin off of his feathers, cracking and exposing his flesh to the small rimming of juices that happen to lurk inside of that gut. The warmth around his unprotected sheath, however, is unlike the strange goopy resin, giving way to a raw slippery sensation, not unlike the couple times his master had taken that far too deep for a tiny bird to manage. The feeling is enough to remind his nethers of those previous encounters, causing his shaft to swell out, pressing up against the slippery walls of the crop and the stomach beyind, while his musky furry orbs hang just outside the beak.

21:11 Der stopped swallowing down the peacock, holding him there with his shaft stuck rubbing against the slick walls of his throat and crop. He closes his eyes tightly, concentrating as the throat tightens up around the gryphon's lower half and pressed up, the muscles kneading the bulk in the opposite direction, forcing him barely an inch out of the depths of the grey bird, a second later, to dash any hope, he gave a tiny swallow, recovering what he just forced out. The small master repeated this several times, toying with his pet and forcing the peacock to rub is cock against his slick internals. While everything may have been feeling great for Gyro Feather's nethers, the stomach crushed in on his front half every time he was regurgitated a bit,

21:16 < Gyro Feather> /me finds himself begining to pant deep within the bird from teh stimulation, causing his shaft to steadily build out to its full length. Each clenching causes him to sputter, and forces wind out of his lungs, followed by a pleasant return stroke, causing a wonderful sensation. Perhaps...perhaps his master was just playing with him? The wash of pleasure and discomfort causes his shaft to pulsate beneath him, where even Der can feel his heartbeat in the tight chamber, begnining to race. A sound which might almost be a moan is coming from the little bird's belly now, while sweet pre dirzzles from teh tip, washed down to meet him.

21:27 Der grinned around the large meal in his beak, loving that his pet was enjoying his time with his master, being able to feel the throbbing of the shaft in his tight throat. The tiny griffon squeezed down with his beak, clamping the large gryphon as he swallowed hard, his pulsating throat sliding over the dripping shaft, it's rippling flesh trying to pull him in and stroking his shaft in the process

21:32 Gyro Feather finds himself panting harder within the stomach, even as teh fumes burn at his throat from the foul gas inside. Finally the gryphon reaches his peak, causing his body to tense inside of der, shattering more weakened resin. Meanwhile hot floods of seed spurt down that throat, only to get merged into the bird's feathers. All the while, gyro lets out a loud "Piiiaaaaoooowwww" of pleasure as the sensations overwhelm him.

21:41 Der could hear the normally deafening call of his pet, feeling the shaft shoot hot cum down his throat, getting pulled downward by the swallowing bird and rubbed right back into the peacock's body. Once the gryphon had relaxed, riding on the pleasurable high of the orgasm, he simply loosens his beak, possibly brining Gyro Feather back to reality as his body lurched deep in. With a swift motion, the peacock was quickly disappearing in, and opening his beak wide, he gently let the large musky balls slide in, giving the fine orbs one last slurp before they too were down his gullet. With just a pair of legs and tail left, his meal was almost done~

21:50 Gyro Feather 's voice still vibrates the little birds belly as it rumbles out of him, sounding deafening to gyro. The flood of endorphins fills his body, followed by it relaxing as the bird's climax is over. He's left in a daze as the tiny master continues his porgress across his body. The tail and hinds are stuck together as one, with the longer squirmy appendage curled around the other two like a rope. For the moment the orgasm has left the peacock without any will to fight, giving the bird ample time to get him down.

21:57 Der didn't waste any time in swallowing down the rest of his meal, slurping up the stuck together limbs like a long noodle. With the long pause to give his pet one list orgasm, most of the resin on his head to chest had been softened, allowing the rest of the griffon to easily curl up inside the tight stomach. He gives a teasing lick over the paws as they slide though his beak, and a minute later slurps up the pretty end of the peacock's tail, swallowing one last time, sending the rest of him down.

22:04 Gyro Feather realizes, as his hind paws hit the stomach, forcing him to curl up as tight as possible, that the gryphon had not intended on letting him up. He blinks in the darkness in disbelief, before using his finally freed claws to push out on the sides of the stomach, to force himself out if hie can. His head feathers finally begin to itch as the muck works its way beneath them, a combination of dissolved resin and steadily deepening acids that threaten to consume him. "W-but master! What are you? I'm not food!"

22:15 Der chuckles, finally having his beak free. If he could even reach his stomach, he'd give it a comforting pat, but that was well outside of his reach, the griffon let immobile on the bed. The tiny griffon purrs, feeling the internal belly rub from his pet. "What does your tag say again~? And please, keep rubbing, it feels great~" with the griffon no longer worrying about swallowing his prey, his stomach had more energy to kneed into his prey, acid pooling up quicker

22:23 Gyro Feather grunts as he hears the response, and tries to worm himself around to get his head up a little higher in that belly. As it stands, his neck is pushing down into the bed, with his beak clearly visible angled up towards Der's face at the bottom of that belly. He squirms hard, managing to break his hind legs free to, causing him to push out and rub along to soft folds of the taut stomach. The muscles respond by squeezing back against him, cathing joints at odd angles and causing his bones to creak, threatening to snap from the force. Gyro gulps and responds, "F-foood....but thats just you teasing..." That acid is causing him to shed some feathers now, licking at the crown of his head and chest.

22:32 Der purrs, wiggling slightly on the bed, feeling his prey move around inside his stomach, such a rate treat for him~ He clenches his eyes, holding back a burp, wanting his prey to last as long as they could. "Teasing~? You were tasty bird food! Though maybe if you rub my stomach enough, I may save you for a second meal~" he teases, a loud gurgle coming from his stomach right after, the strong walls rolling over Gyro Feather's body

22:42 Gyro Feather whimpers slightly at that, feeling his crest dipping down into the acids that steadily rose around him, though those belly walls certainly would have difficulty producing at too fast a rate, as streched thin as they were. At that suggestion though, the gryphon seems to pick up his motions, causing even odder shapes as wings flare out and paws make impressions upon the gryphon's white belly. "B-but...Arent I a better pet?" He offers. There's a wince as one of his wings are caught out of place, threatening to crack iif that belly pushes down much harder, shooting pain through him.

22:49 Der grins, his eyes closing, enjoying the internal rubs, feeling his stomach get stretched out in places and the talons talons and wings rubbing against the flesh. He really needed to do this more often. "You are a great pet" he purrs out "Even doing what your master wishes as foo-URP" he was cut off as a loud burp escapes out of his beak, removing at least half of the remaining air in his stomach, causing it to suddenly pull in tighter around his peacock's form, bending the hollow bones in Gyro Feather's wings and snapping them.

22:58 Gyro Feather adds a yowl of deep pain as the thin wing bones snap like twigs with audilbe cracks, the concophany of noises echoing in gyro's ears along with the burp and the steady gurgling. This does draw further fighting from the bird, who now can strech the skin a little further, with the bubble of air gone from around him. The tingling is growing to a burning now as it causes him to shed feathers iwthin the muck. "N-no....please master...I'm being good!"

23:08 Der blinks, hearing the snapping of bones within him and scream of pain, unexpected but of no consequence. "I think it is too late, my stomach has made up it's mind, food bird~" his stomach gurgles around the fighting griffon, making sure the built up acids were spread complexly over him and squeezes back in on him, mashing his broken wings back into his form. "You were such a good pet, I'll make sure to keep your collar... after I cough it up!"

23:23 Gyro Feather begins to hyperventalate within the gryphon's stomach now as he flails wihtin it. The thin coating of juices has left him tingling all over, while some of the more adverse spots are begining to peel back skin to reveal the soft flesh beneath. His head and his nethers are raw and bloodied, oozing their fluids out into the chamber to join the acids that surround him. The bird has it really bad now, and der can hear the pathetic noises he's making within that stomach. There's another crack and one of his legs snaps, hanging awkwardly. A bone protrudes from it allowing the acidic muck to flow in beneath his flesh.

23:31 Der shuddered, feeling the powerful snap of his pet's bone and licking his beak, tasting a bit of left over resin with Gyro Feather's flavor on it. He let out another burp, this time forcing almost all of the air out of his stomach, causing the sack to pull in on his meal tightly, forcing him into a tight ball, even if the meal's body didn't want to. His stomach gurgles around the peacock, rubbing against his flesh and helping strip away feathers and tear skin.

23:36 Gyro Feather finds himself forced into an even tighter ball with that next belch, resulting in several further snaps of bones as Der's stomach tries to force that peacock to be as compact as it can. The air is incredibly thin now, and the stomach clings like a vacuum bag around the poor gryphyon. His motions are much weaker now, and as the pain overwhelms him, he finally shudders and goes still, leaving the sounds of snapping bones and a grugly gut in his wake.

23:45 Der hears the string of cracks echoing out from his stomach as it worked at compacting his meal, still no where near reasonable looking on his tiny body. Through his skintight belly, he could fell his pet's last conscious moment, shuddering out of existence for his master's benefit. Glancing down at his oversized body, he smiled "Hope I can get a new pet as good tasting as you~" Looking at himself, he knew he wasn't going anywhere soon, having planned the day out to just relax and let his hungry stomach work though his large meal. As time passed his gryphon shaped stomach slowly smoothed out, flesh melting off of snapped bones.

23:45 < Gyro Feather> (i'm sure he'll make a wonderful pellet~

23:46 < Der> (A colorfull one!)

23:56 Der slowly fell to sleep on the bed, trapped in a massive food coma while his body processed the month's meal. Hours later the griffon's stomach had shrank massively, however there was still a large budge sticking out of the tiny bird. Blinking awake, the tiny, now pet less master looked himself over. "Now that is more manageable... just need to get rid of a bit more" he chirped! Clenching his eyes tightly closed, the remains left in his stomach were forced tightly together, the sack squeezing up as they were forced up his throat. After several minutes of pained heaving, a massive, purple and blue pellet emerged out of Der's beak, sliding out and flopping down infront of him. The small griffon looked it over, all that remained of his prized pet, matted fur with bits of bones sticking out. "Good boy" he smirked out