Eating Everything Including the Kitchen Sink

27 September 2018

21:19 < Gyro Feather> I might be interested in going down that hatch~

21:21 < Gyro Feather> Could be neat if perhaps I play my bird bigger...or hatch smaller, since you like massive meals

21:23 < Hatch> Haha! Well sure! Sorry for the somewhat late response, I was feeding my cat. And yes! Either would be great, just let me know which you'd prefer

21:26 < Gyro Feather> Hmm perhaps a little bit of both. I dont really like to go to macro levels...but about 2-2.5 times my normal size would put me closer to the range of gryphons normally on the site.

21:29 < Gyro Feather> I'm minorly curious about the object consumption part...do you digest those somehow or tend to spit em back up afterwards?

21:31 < Hatch> They're digested like everything else, unless something is specified and/or asked for.

21:31 < Hatch> Also, how's about having the 'goia be...a little under half your size. That sound good?

21:33 < Gyro Feather> That sounds good by me. As far as the objects, I do have some interest in coughing up personal effects if you wouldnt mind. ^^;

21:34 < Hatch> Alrighty. That's fine by me as well. So you'd be...roughly 2.5 meters, then?

21:34 < Gyro Feather> ye

21:35 < Hatch> Well alrighty! That's fine then

21:37 < Gyro Feather> I guess the last thing we need to work out are circumstances....

21:38 < Gyro Feather> Something that's instantly sprining to mind, for some reason, he brought hatch home as a pet. Might even eat the birb out of his home before he eats the birb.

21:39 < Hatch> That sounds about right! He does act a bit like a cat at times, and if he felt it would be beneficial, he'd certainly pretend to be a pet to get a meal out of it

21:45 Gyro Feather found himself bouncy and excited this evening as he made his way home. The gryphon had found a rather intersting looking pet on the way home out wandering, and had stashed it in his bag. It looked...sorta like a mamilian dragonish creature...and had a collar on it with a name, 'Hatch', but no other identifying information, and..it appeared to be domesticated.

The bird enters his home and sets his bag down gently, and opens the top flap to allow Hatch to exit on his own terms. "Cmon now, its fine, this is your new home Hatch. It was a reasonaly sized two story house, modestly decorated...and in the air, in addition to the gryphon it smelled like he might have a dog of his own, and the sound of several birds chittering in a cage filled the air.

21:46 < Gyro Feather> (I hope that's enough to work with...feel free to timeskip a bit in these early posts if you want.)

21:48 < Hatch> (Alrighty! Just give me one moment~)

21:52 Hatch had wormed his way into the petshop, ate the previous owners and had fashioned the band himself. Then, enlisting the help of another friend, he got himself sold to this happy gryphon. This, he thought, was going to be great! He wiggled, noticing the bag opening up and looked up at, blinking several times as if not used to the light. For now, he was going to play the part of the 'dumb animal' just to get Gyro to let his guard down around the noodly creature!

Hatch slowly, tentatively moved out of the bag, his long tail swishing. He was acting much like a cat in unknown territory for now. He sniffed several times, picking up hints of other animals and lashing his tail a little. Immediately he darted under the couch to hide, but his long (and pudgy) body didn't quite fit. He only managed to get his head, front legs, back legs, and tail underneath. His fat middle bulged out comically. Really he wasn't scared at all, but...well, again. Dumb animal, and in a new place with other animals. He felt it appropriate. It would take several days of acting until he began to 'warm up' to the surroundings.

21:59 Gyro Feather holds still as the creature tentatively steps out of his bag, and then, as he darts under the couch, the gryphon breaks into a chuckling laughter, before stalking over and plopping down on teh couch. One of his arms reaches to stroke that belly as he coos softly to him.

By the end of the week, he'd notice that it seemed like Hatch had finally grown to be at ease around the area, and had warmed up to the gryphon himself too. All the while the bird made sure to give him plenty of attention and food, though...he's not quite as generous as Hatch may have been with himself, intending to help the 'dragon' lose a little bit of weight. Soon enough he'd know where Gyro keeps the food in the house, and the other animals started to trust him as well.

On the next saturday morning, the gryphon found himself sitting on the couch after having been out earlier running groceries. He still wore his leather bag and a couple other effects that he'd taken on wiht him, and his body has a faint sheen of salty sweat. In front of him sat a bottle of wine from his well stocked liquior cabinet, which he sipped on during his cooldown.

22:03 Hatch , During this time, seemed to have vanished. He was often going out of sight, despite having 'settled in', and today was no different. He was on the couch when Gyro left, but now, with the gryphon back, the only thing he could say for sure was that the 'goia was NOT in the liquor cabinet. However, after about thirty minutes of silence, other then the noises of the gryph and the TV, there was some kind of shuffling from the kitchen. It was followed by some kind of creek, like something heavy climbing onto a shelf.

In the kitchen, Hatch, still playing a 'pet' had wriggled his way into the pantry and was currently eating -everything- inside it. Controlling himself for a week had been absolute TORTURE. He NEEDED some extra food. And by some, the 'goia meant 'all'. By the time Gyro came into the kitchen, if he went at all, there'd be more fatty noodle then there was food left. He put it all away so quickly, and...it seems he's eaten some of the boxes the food came in too...somehow.

22:12 Gyro Feather had about a months worth of food for himself in patry made up of grains, pasta, breads, canned veggies, nonperishable veggies, and even some snacks for himself giving his pet plenty to eat. Once he cleans out the cubbord, there was still the fridge, the majority of which consisted of a freezer full of chilled meats, with fruits, vegies and condiments in the chipper.

The bird is fully engrossed in watching the TV at the moment though as he sips on his drink. The lack of noise did bother him some the longer he stays there...where was the sound of his birds, or the movement of his dog? Perhaps something was amiss and he starts to make hsi way to the kitchen...though he's given Hatch long enough to get entirely through the pantry and likely a good ways into the fridge if he so chose.

22:12 < Gyro Feather> (I half expect he's eaten the entire bird cage :B

22:15 Hatch , With the extra time given to Gyro, indeed, had gone to the fridge. He'd engulfed and swallowed the whole jug of milk, and was doing the same to anything he could get his paws on. The freezer was completely cleaned out, the door hanging open, and the massive (obviously stuffed) fatty was making quick work of the fridge's contents. Currently he was dumping the whole cripser drawer into his jaws. If the gryphon looked hard enough, he might make out the outline of a certain bird cage sticking out one side of the fatass's stomach.

22:19 Gyro Feather 's heavy footfalls give hatch ample time to notice that the gryphon's making his way into the kitchen, as his talons click across the hard tile floor. The bird rounds the corner just in time to see...was that the fridge drawer protruding from his jaws, making his cheeks bulge out in a rather comical fashion. And...why was the freezer open and empty. His eyes move from that to the massivly sized belly before him...which... had to be more than double hatches size on his own. The bird is too stunned to act for the moment, but he's sure to regain his composure soon.

22:23 Hatch swallowed the drawer suddenly, and thought to himself that the jig was up. He intended to go a little slower, but he'd lost control. Well...no time like the present, he thought. The zorgoia darted from the fridge, covering the distance to Gyro much faster then something of his size (and especially heft) had any right to do! He bowled the gryphon over, pinning the avian hybrid under the 'goia's prodigious bulk. Jaws parted, Hatch started trying to jam Gyro's face and head into his jaws, and it's at this point the gryphon notices Hatch's odd inner flesh. Gold that faded to a glowing white. Which...was now shlurking over his whole noggin.

22:31 Gyro Feather lets out a low growl and starts off towards hatch as the Zorgia begins to charge at him and yells, "Bad Hatch, bad! What do you think you're doing?" The reaction from his pet is really odd as instead of darting off or cowing, he rushes right at him. He watches as the gut comically balloons and drags across the ground, somehow failling to get in the creature's way as he rushes forward, and rather than being round, there's a number of distinct shapely bulges out the side. Before he has much time to react, he's knocked backwards and crawled upon, where that heavy belly sits on him like a press, keeping his claws and struggles in check. How had hatch even moved with such a weight in him?

He has no time for these questions though as his beak is met with his pet trying to eat him. THe bird lets out a shout and pulls back, and while for the moment he's gotten out of the mouth, that tongue is still across his face, slathering him in the smelly drool of the creature. "G-get off of me!"

22:32 < Hatch> ((Unfortunately, I've been asked to pick up an extra shift at work, and I need to be going. I was the only one available. Sorry for the trouble ))

19:57 < Gyro Feather> (Hiya [s]down the[/s] Hatch)

20:02 < Gyro Feather> (Hatch?

20:08 < Hatch> (Sorry! I was in the restroom)

20:08 < Gyro Feather> (no worries!

20:09 < Gyro Feather> (Wanna finish feasting on your master?~

20:09 < Hatch> (Sure thing! I still have the history up, if you need the last post or two)

20:09 < Gyro Feather> (I'm good

20:12 Hatch jams his jaws forward again, using the tongue to sort of 'hook' the thrashing gryphon's head. Once more, Gyro is brought into the maw, and this time, it seemed escape would be a bit harder. Using his gut to weigh the gryphon down, Hatch looped his paws around the struggling avian's neck and pushed it in deeper. Slowly, his jaws streeetch around the skull, and the zorgoia lets out a low, rumbling noise. It's almost like he's enjoying this! But Gyro wouldn't have much time to contemplate as the throat grabbed his beak and began trying to drag him further inwards.

20:17 Gyro Feather has a sweet fruity flavor about him from teh oils he works into his coat as part of his daily feather maintenance that comes off delectibly upon the Zorgia's tongue as it runs across his body. Smelly drool,tinged with the scent of everything he'd had in his pantry assaults his nose as the tongue slathers across his face, coating him in a sticky drool. THen with a loud schlorp and a swallow, his head is entirely envelopped with his beak and face sliding into the rippling throat. His claws push at the heavy flesh around him that's keeping him pinned down, and his beak makes muffled cries that amount to nothing coherent within the tight gullet.

20:22 Hatch huffed, warm, drooly breath washing over the gryphon just before the next swallow came. The insides smelled as one thought they might. Animalistic and strong. But there was something else too, like...wet dog, and wet feathers. Well...that sort of solves the mystery of the quiet house! Hatch had eaten them all. Not only that, but there was the smell of a LOT of food, both normal and pet food. Was there anything this fatass didn't eat? Another swallow rippled over Gyro, the questing tongue quickly matting down all the feathers on the gryphyon's chest as that is tugged towards the glowing throat. All around Gyro, the glowing walls squished and pulled, adding to the saliva-slime that was already all over him.

20:25 Gyro Feather begins to notice that all around him there's actually a dim glow coming from the flesh that allows him to see the rollin gpressing motions o the throat as it constricts around him with each swallow. Presently, eh could feel the much smaller creature working its way up his shoulders and across his pinned forelegs and over his wings which are pinned at odd angles. On the exterior, hos mich larger form bulges out with definite shapes, showing the fate of his former master as he's worked deeper yet. As the creeping wetness moves further along, the smell of his belly's fullness starts to get stronger, especially as his beak finds itself pushed right up against the entrance to the stoamch.

20:35 < Hatch> ((Sorry about that. I left something important out in the car))

20:35 < Gyro Feather> (alrighty

20:38 Hatch 's glow shows off the white walls of the 'goia gullet quite well. It was almost eerie. Another couple of gulps, and Gyro found his head pushing slowly into the stomach. Outside, Hatch was drooling like crazy! Gyro tasted amazing! He -loved- fruit and meat. This one had them both! The stomach, meanwhile, was accepting of the gryphon's head. Hatch moaned as he felt his 'owner' pushing into the already crowded gut. Leftovers still in containers, the meat drawer, frozen food, pantry food, several boxes and containers of various pantry items...and there they were. The gryphon's dog, and the birds, still in their cage. It was going to be a tight, smelly, messy and kind of pointy fit for the poor avian. Hatch's drool was pooling under him as he swallowed past the chest, starting to work on the lower middle, that tongue going crazy, licking over everything! The belly, the back, the wings...whatever it could reach.

20:47 Gyro Feather 's head pokes forward past the sphincter into teh sloppy mess that was revealed on the other side of that sphincter, where everythign was a slimy slippery mess, and a large pool at the bottom of the stomach showed off his eventual fate as chunky half digested muck as thick as mud poked through the seams in some fo the things that'd been eaten. His poor birds were floating in their cage, half submereged in teh muck, while his poor dog lay half submerged and stripped of fur in places where the juices had eaten through. With his beak no longer bound by the tight tube, he lets out a loud squawk, and calls out once more, "Bad dog! Bad, Spit me up right now hatch!" Each roll of the stomach squelched stomach contents against him, a cold vile mix of odd gritty and puffy textures as well as the hard objects thathad been eaten with him. It seems the freezer and fridge items, so fresh, kept his gut like an icebox, sapping the heat from the bird in the liquid mess.

20:55 Hatch , Instead of listening, threw his head upwards and began to chug Gyro. he got to the haunches, that questing tongue slurping all over and between the kicking legs. He groaned, feeling his gut pushing out forcefully, items mushed to the side to make room for his 'owner' deep within his guts. The 'goia wasn't able to reach the ground anymore either! With so much gryphon inside of him, he kicked his legs and swished his tail happily. If only he were more mobile, he'd probably eat everything else in here too, leaving just bare rooms, but Gyro pinned him to the ground with his size. Not that Hatch would complain, as his drool-soaked tongue slathered over the nice hind legs while they slowly sank into his jaws.

21:10 Gyro Feather squawks and kicks at the tongue as he's finally freed from teh massive weight that had settled upon him, and instead was becoming part of that settling weight as his massive body filled into that sack. Largely he was left out of the muck, floating on top of the packed chamber as the gryphon struggled and pushed at the walls of the stomach, His hind paws have a musky earthy taste as they enter Hatches mouth, letting him take one final tast of teh bird. Deep inside, Gyro was not having a gaood time. Bits of packages and other sharp edges poke him in the ribs, while clenching rolls of the tomch prevent the bird from moving too terribly much in his tight form, which, even in sea of foods, shows in large bulges on Hatches middle. Every time he thinks he's gotten used to the smell, soemthign else gets mixed around, adding to the overwhelming concontion of odors that fill the air. THe deeper he gets, the more unbalanced his belly is, causing hatch to start to roll forward towards his forelegs, leaving his hinds off the ground.

21:13 Hatch groaned, slowly rolling forward onto his forepaws. He gulped soflty, nibbling on the paws as they, and a bit of lion-y tail were the last things to enter his jaws. He took his time, slathering them in copious amounts of saliva before a few soft swallows tucked them out of sight, and wriggled them down his throat. There's an ugly, rumbling -glorp- from the midsection as the last of his 'owner' filtered into the chamber. "Oooorrrrff...." he moaned out, a low, rumbling belch escaping his jaws, and tightening the gut around Gyro even tighter! There was so much in there, staying completely out of the gross 'soup' that was forming at the bottom was becoming impossible. The 'goia panted, now kneading his paws into the gut since no matter what he did, he was going to be trapped here for a while.

21:27 Gyro Feather calls out one final "Nooo Dont swallow!" Before he feels the tongue press him backwards out of the jaws, and down teh tight tube, the last of him disapearing. The bird squelches further into the mush, forced to curl up on his sides as his head hits the far end of the wall, leaving him largely on top of all of the mess that was inside the belly, but from the way that pool was growing he wasnt sure how long he would have. The wind is suddenly forced from his lungs by the sudden contraction of the gut around him as the walls close in tighter, smearing tingling fluids into his form. He pushes back against he rubbing with his hind paws, and in the process forces his center of mass further back. Hatch is so rocked forward now that his face is pretty close to the ground, and his forelegs might be able to reach forward and pull himself along with much effort...if he wanted.

21:27 < Gyro Feather> (That pick doesnt look near as empty as full on E :P

21:27 < Gyro Feather> (Ish that your sketch?

21:29 < Hatch> (That's just how much the fellow packs away regularly~ And no, a friend did it for me! I'm bad with full-on frontal views. I can show you something I drew once, though if you'd like. It's of a zorgoia, but not Hatch specifically. Also what happens next is mostly on you. Because what he'd probably do, if you let me pick, is literally eat everything in the home that's not nailed down. Including furniture and appliances. So that part's up to you. If you'd prefer he didn't I can focus my attention elsewhere in the rp )

21:31 < Gyro Feather> (You can have him eat some, its fine! Though...the bird probably will gurgle away before he's done, since it'll be slow going I imagine. How do you take your digestion? I'm usully on the harder end :P

21:32 < Gyro Feather> (Hatch's major pica problems amuse me

21:35 Hatch huffs and slowly drags himself forward, eyeing the nearest thing. The microwave. He had to REALLY pull himself, the gut gurgling and draging behind him with lewd, wet sloshes, while he pulled himself to the counter. He had to use his tail to drag it forward, into his waiting jaws. It tipped off the counter, and hit his maw with a muffled, wet WUMP. Then he began to streatch himself over the thing, swallowing laboriously to engulf it.
"Hnnngh..." he mumbled, feeling over the shapely bulge in his neck. Deeper inside, where Gyro was, he likely did NOT like the idea of this fatty devouring objects on top of him! There would be far less room after this, and he'd be closer to the cold muck. By now, the gryphon was the only thing still alive in the horrid chamber.

21:48 Gyro Feather calls and squawks inside the tight stomach as he suddenly feels it starting to lurch and drag, beneath him, putting further pressure on his hinds, and squelching it down into the fluids beneath his platform, though, he could feel it slowly rising against his body, or...perhaps the slop he was on was starting to shrink and grow more liquidy as his paws and legs begin to reach teh tingling fluids. Thos same fluids were being smeared against his body with each rolling clench of the muscles, though at a much slower rate than his paws which dipped into the sludge. He could feel it betwen his paws like so much mud, while teh tingling that had spread across his body was much more intense , growing into an itching burn. Its not until he feels something solid press against his butt, weighing him down further that the bird notices the microwave. "W-What are you eating now, damn it?!"

21:49 < Gyro Feather> (You say everything...what all can he eat? Couch, bookshelves, fridge? O_o

21:52 < Hatch> (Yes, yes and yes~ When I say everything, I mean everything. Stove, washer, dryer, lamps, tv, video games, computer, bed, wardrobe, anything that isn't literally part of the walls or floor he can, and if allowed, will stuff away.)

21:52 Hatch groaned, slurping down the last of the cord, and letting out a happy rumble as the motion puleld the toaster within grabbing range. This small device was devoured easily, a little push and one swallow and the thing was gone. Another bulge mushing down his bulged out blue-furred neck. The microwave mushed into the gut completely, the tiny toaster following close behind. Another rude belch, and the walls contracted almost painfully tight for a moment. The whole mass caused the gut to gurgle lowly. The liquid being smeared all over Gyro's body was quickly heating up, despite the cold. Perhaps that was because of how it was working. Slowly sizzling away the fur or feathers, and starting to burn the flesh underneath! Indeed this was quite the slow process due to Hatch's...habit with eating things that most would consider impossible to digest. But for him...it seemed to only slow the process.

22:04 Gyro Feather 's kitchen counters lay fairly bare at this point, save for a cutting board, some knives, and a coffee maker, now full of coffee, as well as some dirty dishes and cleaning supplies on the sink, though plenty lay in the myriad of drawers and cabinets, while a table and chairs sat across from the counters.

Inside, though, the gryphon feel sthe new metal objects crashing in, grinding against his body painfully and working to force him below the surface of the mess he found himself in. Each rolling motion presses him a little tighter, constricting his lungs and making him far quieter at least, even as he wiggles nicely inside his preadator. The tingling grows into bright red angry patches as feathers and fur fall off and burn away, leaving welts to steadily form on the surfae of his flesh. This was made all the worse by the illumination provided by the belly walls, which show the constantly degreding flesh...and the microwave and toaster behind him. This creature was nuts an dout of control, how could he have ever let him in the house?

22:13 Hatch huffed and wriggled his way forward anyway. Using the counters as a way to tilt himself, he pulled his head upwards and onto said counter. He smiled, slowly pulling the knives into his mouth and swallowing them carefully one at a time. Once they were in his throat, the items were harmless, but he wanted to avoid cutting his lips. The board was next, followed quickly by the dishes in the sink, which he stacked up and swallowed all at once. The cleaning supplies followed after, the 'goia apparently caring little for potential poisoning. Then the drawers came open. He'd dump whatever was in there into his maw and swallow it all before pulling the drawer free and stuffing that down shortly after. Hatch happily swallowed everything inside the cabnets, before pulling the doors off and devouring those too! to the gryphon, this was likely horiffying. He could (and did) eat everything he could get his hands on! But poor Gyro had more important things to worry about. Namely the horrible burning sensation all over his lower body. It was spreading to the upper half too, now that the walls had successfully coated all of the gryphon in the horrible substance.

22:25 Gyro Feather doesnt hear the things entering the stomach until they crash into whatever came before it. Dishes shatter, and knives squelch through the liquid to be lost in the muck down at the bottom. He had thought it was tight before, when only he'd been in there with the rest of the food, but...with the rest of his stuff following in behind him, it was getting painfully tight, and to make matters worse, teh increased weight held him relatively still, unable to fight against what was happening to him. He's just another passenger along for the grim gurgly ride as the zorgia cleans him out of the house. With the way Hatch continued to balloon out, it'd be a wonder if he could manage to press himself through any of hte room doors, though the wide archway to the living room was not off teh table. Meanwhile, gyro could feel the liquid singing deep into him, working its way past his skin now and sizzling at the muscles and fat beneath. The pain grows intense all over his form and his eyes cloud up underneath the onslaught of juices. With his muscles developing holes in his lower half, it was onlylt the cauterization of his fomr that kept him from bleeding out inside of the predator.

22:32 Hatch 's horrible weight continued to grow, and Gyro could swear he felt something inside him pop, or snap. Though it might have been something else breaking, the constant searing pain made it impossible to really tell. Now the horrible creature was slooowly pulling his way towards the table and chairs on the other side. Once there, he grabbed a chair, and slowly began to feed it, legs-first into his jaws. He groaned, his eyes rolling back while he swallowed over the awkwardly wide item. But he did it, and it seemed like he wasn't going to stop any time soon, as he crested the widest bit, the 'seat' and the 'back' slid down without much trouble. He rumbled, his guts squeezing firmly and almost smashing the chair with several splintering noises. Metal bent, glass shattered, and one of the knives resurfaced only to get bent in half before sinking away again. Hatch grabbed the second chair and repeated the process, his stomach gurgling loud enough to possibly be heard outside. Which meant poor Gyro found it ear-splittingly loud. Just one more type of pain to be added to the searing, constant burn of his muscles being eaten away, the feathers on his upper body starting to fall away, the angry red welts spreading up his form.

This all only got worse as the 'goia went about engulfing the whole table! It was also currently the largest single object, other then the gryphon himself that Hatch was pushing down his gullet. Due to it's odd shape, it broke in half even before it got mushed all the way into the crushing, churning gut. Buty he got it down anyway, wriggling his jaws over the broken pieces and working them down with determined, greedy gulps.

22:41 < Gyro Feather> (Gimme a moment, scanning my inktober

22:41 < Hatch> (Take your time! I have a few more hours at least)

22:44 < Gyro Feather> (i've only an hour and a half, so lets not make it last more than that :P

22:45 < Hatch> (hah! Alrighty, that's fine)

22:50 Gyro Feather heard the loud snapping crunch of shattering wood behind him as a chair followed him in...followed soon by the other four that accompanied it. Followed soon by the table which was several times wider than the creatures jaws were, even more so than the gryphon he'd sent down. The bird's ears ring with the loud noise and under the commotion he hears a coupe more loud cracks, though these ones were of bones. The stomach contracts and shifts his four now broken legs into a tighter position, resulting in a muffled howl of agony by the bird, who was presently churning away beneath the acids. His breathing is shallow and his lungs ache, while his mouth burns with the taste of the acrid bitter fluid that filled the chamber. Noxious fumes gave him a headache in addtion to the rest of all of his pain as muscle starts to give way to bones.

22:56 Hatch groaned, panting and slowly wriggling his paws. He couldn't get them to the ground anymore. Which irked him. There was one more item he -really- wanted to get down. But...it seemed he was trapped here for the moment. The stomach, meanwhile, gurgled wetly around Gyro. It almost drowned the gryphon's cry out completely. Hatch grinned, giving his gut a firm smack. Inside, the walls were crushing in tighter, harder, mushing more of the gryph under the rising, acidic chyme. The acrid air only got harder to breathe as various chemicals were released into the 'air,' if you could call it that. The cleaning chemicals had mixed with the acids, and the burning sensation only got worse for it. Now the air was as noxious as the fluid itself, burning the throat, the lungs, the eyes. Almost all of the gryphon's feathers were gone now, and the horrible weight of everything Hatch had devoured was weighing on him, almost crushing his body.

23:02 Gyro Feather found that the most frustrating part was that he couldnt even fight against it as the juices continued to rise up around him while his lungs burn and his head swims from everything. His body felt like it was on fire, or at least the parts of him that he could still feel, which was becoming increasingly dwindling as the caustic liquid tore through his nerve tissues. Finally a wave of contractions preses hard on his weakend chest cavity and it collapses with a sickening crunch. With that the gryphon was no more...and in the process compacted much tightger, allowing hatch to the ground once more.

23:04 < Gyro Feather> (I guess that's it for me. ^^; close us out~

23:12 Hatch shivered, he could feel, and HEAR the crunch that ended the poor avian. He huffed. "Well...that was faster then I intended, but...by the gods I need to do this again." he mumbled, panting softly. Slowly the fellow kneaded his handsi nto the huge, disgusting mass that was his gut. More crunching, popping, and grinding noises emanated from the dome as the weakened former gryphon was ground to a pulp by the walls, and the various, melting objects within. He let out a low, deep yawn, followed by a hard belch. The walls tightened up with a wet -scrunch- and he curled as best he could around the massive middle, dozing off for a little snooze. When he awoke, the next day, he was mobile enough to finish off...well, everything in the home, before falling into a second food coma. FInally, with the walls bare, and the inside of the home silent except for the lewd sloshing of the partially digested...stuff in the 'goia's guts, he waddled his way back to the shop, grinning the whole way. He was going to start this up again, and hopefully get taken home again with a new 'owner' soon. What a devious bastard.

23:13 < Gyro Feather> :D that was fun~

23:13 < Hatch> Yes it was! :3

23:14 < Gyro Feather> There was def some stuff I've never actually done befoer in that :P namely pica and actually digesting it.

23:14 < Gyro Feather> Any time I've had that sort of stuff it well... makes the journy

23:21 < Hatch> Haha! I understand. Well, none the less, I hope you did enjoy yourself! I actually sort of forgot the coughing up the personal effects. Sorry about that x:

23:23 < Gyro Feather> Its fine, I figured that wasnt going to happen once we were digesting objects :P

23:25 < Hatch> Well it still could have! I had honestly just forgotten <..<;;