Fattening Up to Tempt a Pred

13 November 2018

22:26 < Gyro Feather> Go down willingly and no one gets hurt!

22:26 < Hazelnut Brew> Gyro said to his own reflection

22:27 < Byte-sized Impmon> And that's how Gyro condemned another burb.

22:27 < Drumstick> Gyro... How could you?

22:32 Gyro Feather seizes on one of Drumsticks' drumsticks and nibbles on it.

22:34 Drumstick takes a seat and casually wraps her thick thighs around Gyro's head. "Thick, juicy, all white meat."

22:34 < James Knotraptor> Thighs are dark meat!

22:35 < Drumstick> I said white, not light.

22:35 Gyro Feather suddenly tumbles forwards as Drumstick falls back, causing his head to land against her belly. He stays there though, and licks all the way up across it. "Mmm very tasty~"

22:37 Drumstick frowns. "Shame we don't have a turkey around. Or a duck..." crosses her arms behind her head, ignoring the tongue at her belly. "We could make a big, fat, turducken to cram down Susie's throat."

22:42 Gyro Feather rolls his eyes at drumstick and reaches his claws forward to try and grasp at her head. "How about I just get you down into me, and we leave Suzie out of this? She looks like she's having plenty of fun by herself over there."

22:44 Drumstick 's thighs tighten and her arms swing in to grab Gyro's extending wrists. It takes just a single wiiiiiiide yawn and Gyro goes from the aggressor to the meal when Drumstick bends forward and lets that slick chicken gullet wrap itself around the griffon's claws. Ulk! This has clearly taken a very unexpected turn for Gyro...

22:45 Thrash Axe lifts Lief up as high as possible so that he can see the monster's smirk. "Who said anything about letting you go?"

22:46 < Gogglechu> [eicon]camera[/eicon]

22:47 Gyro Feather attempts to push forward as those legs cling to his body, and he does manage to get a couple more inches, though even then they meet that hot wet beak. His eyes open wide in confusion as he makes a squawk, lashing his tail. Before him, he could feel that warm wet interior carressing at his claws and pulling off their earthy flavor.

22:52 Drumstick wastes no time pushing her head down and letting wrists and elbows take the plunge into her throat. In mere moments Gyro'd find his arms pinned together not by the hands that had been at his wrists but by the undulating folds dragging his face closer and closer to Drumstick's gaping gullet. It's true that the gut slut chicken adores being food, but people often forget that she is more than willing, and able, to return the favor. Such a fact would make itself painfully obvious as her hands cup the back of Gyro's head and she shoves it unceremoniously past the lips of that stretched beak's lips and mashed the griffon's face into the cleft of his own biceps when the bunch of it was wedged into her throat. [b]SQLETCH![/b] Drumstick slobbers everywhere. Soaking her red top as much as Gyro's chest.

23:00 Gyro Feather widens his eyes from the sensation of that first swallow, feeling the muscles of her thoat ripple eagerly around his scaled arms several times in quick succession as he's pulled ever closer towards that greedy beak. "W-wait, no! I was supposed to be...I'm not chicken feed!" The gryphon protests wildly as that hot breath quickly grows more prominent. As his beak is wiedged in hers, he can feel that hot drool soaking through every crevice of his body, leaking through his feathers and leaving him well lubricated for the journey downwards. The smell of her diet fills his beak as his head streches out her neck feathers, now sealed into darkness. His wings cant even flare to fight as the thighs of his predator keep held snug to his form with each inward drawn inch.

23:12 Gyro Feather still half gags on the scent of fetid plant matter and bile that lurks down in her belly, slowly drifting upwards towards him as he's propelled along towards it. He balls his claws into a fist, attempting to take a grasp on fthe sides of the walls, but he could get no purches along the slippery throat. Her beak instead traces along the edge of his chest, and then over her belly as her hot breath blasts across his groin. Finally the pressure on hsi head lets up ever so slightly as he reaches her stomach, where, if he's not mistake, he can swear he can feel the grit of grain squishing into his feathers and the oily sensation of liuid caught down inside. He cries out in panic, open beaked, while his hind legs kick out in the air, wheelbarrowing to free himself from teh dangers of the formel's grip. "L-let me go!"

23:19 Drumstick relished the sensation of her flesh being stretched so obscenely. It was more than enough to make her quiver and curl her talons in pleasure. Gyro's cries didn't carry well from within her stomach. It was hard to understand, but not impossible. Eht eh oh?.. Eht... Eh... Oh?... OH! Let me go? Drumstick smiles broadly as her hands slipped from the griffon's thighs and-- [b]GULP![/b] --let him go! Thighs, knees, calves, and ankles raced across her tongue, down into her gluttenous gullet, and toward that churning gut. It only slowed as the space became more and more cramped, something that Drumstick was thankful for as it gave her a moment's grace to enjoy the tail end of her meal before it was gone for good. Her tongue wound its way up between the griffon's toes; lavishing them in a thick layer of slobber while the pink muscle ground against the feline toe beans. Oh, how horrible. Such a tender place violated by the slimy touch of chicken tongue!! Slurp! Drumstick closed her beak, cocked her head back, and-- [b]Gluck![/b] Swallowed the last of Gyro's feet and tail down. Moments later her belly gave a final bounce with the curled up impression of the griffon tightly packed inside. You know, he might fuss... Buuuuuht... The smell of fermenting fruit isn't the WORST thing in the world. Certainly one of the better bellies to be soaking inside of as it squeezes and churns.

23:29 Gyro Feather 's arms start to be forced to fold down against his chest as more and more of his body enters into that tight belly, whos small shape is forced to start conforming rather formly to his figure, showing the contors rather well through her bright white fluffy belly. He could feel her hot tongue up between his hips and her warm breath blasting over them as they start to enter that beak. The sensation of her tongeu upon his nethers draws a slow shudder from the bird, but he does his best to force that from his mind as he gives a loud shout once more. "N-no! Stop! SPit me out!" He calls, though more of him travesl down that gullet. Every moment he could feel the rippling of the muscles squashing around him, pressing him down ever deeper into her body, even as he tries to make himself rigid within. It seems his pink beans upon his paws are rather sensitive as well, causing him to convulse and laugh within the overgroan chicken, curling his toes up and only assiting her in getting between each of his musky sweaty digits. He's half relieved when that sensation disapears, though its replaced with the frightening relization that he's been entirely consumed, pressed into that growling chamber.

23:37 Drumstick is not your average predator. She's a predator with the mindset of a total gut slut. What followed Gyro's consumption was not the normal sneers and jeers of a smug predator telling him that he was just food... No... It was far worse... She either couldn't understand his complains either due to the muffling effect of her gurgling gut or the gurgling itself drowning part of it out, or simply ignored it outright. Regardless... It began... "Oooooh, fuck yeah. I'm gonna be so fat! Eee hee hee." Drumstick's palms cupped her stomach's sides, squeezing in around Gyro as her giddy voice filled his ears. "I'm gonna be a big, fat, juicy hen! You're gonna make me absolutely irresistable for some hungry stud! Then they'll gobble me up and I'll get to enjoy--" Glrrrrrrrrrt. "G-gurgling!" [b]Glort![/b] "Cha-churning!!" Drumstick tensed, drawing her belly tight around Gyro and forcing him to curl all the more tightly in upon himself as the various juices and grain grit were rubbed across his body. "N-nothing but food for a sexy pred! Just like you!" The one thing worse than a predator demeaning you, apparently... Was a prey envious of the fact you're currently being digested... Inside her... How humiliating...

23:46 Gyro Feather finds himself pressed into an incredibly tight space all of a sudden as her body contracts down around his figure, forcing him up against himself with his beak practically in his groin. His wing feathers were crinckled and broken by the rolling of the stomach muscles across his body, while his bones creek from the squeezing upon his figure. THe gryphon winces from the pai, while the awful scent permeates his nose and the oily liquid manages to splash up into his beak, tainting his tongue iwth the bitter foulness. The liquid itself is gritty and burts at his tongue and throat when he's forced to swallow it to clear his beak. As if her gurgling stomach and thumping heart werent bad enough accompanyment, he hears her bragging about how she's going to make a good meal. What a waste. "Y-you could have just fed yourself to me. I was going to eat you!" He protests whint a whien to his voice. Already he could feel the tingling of the acids against his body growing to a painful burn, while the bits of food inside scrach his flesh to pull off his feathers.

23:51 Drumstick manages to make out part of what Gyro said... Barely. "Oh! I know. And I'm sure you would have gurgled me up great!" Drumstick leans back with a coo and began to gently relax her belly with firm rubs from either palm. The tension eased off around Gryo, but the shifting walls continued to grind and churn. "But I've also heard the terrible things you've said about people. Ponies n' such. It seems so mean!" Drumstick smiles to herself while giving the bulge of something another a firm squeeze through her gut. It was griffon butt! "I figure it'd do you well to apologize. Knowing you'd never agree to such, I'm going to act as a negotiator! Rest easy knowing that all this burb fat, [sub]which is going to be you, by the way[/sub], will likely be going straight to some nice pony's ass! I bet it'll look great with two burbs worth of chub on it." THE WORST!!!

00:08 Gyro Feather certainly is far from relaxed as she starts to rub against his frantic figure, and, as she draws her claws over his paws, he kicks his hind legs out against her. That next squeeze, however, is too much for the thin bones of the bird, and there's a loud snap followed by a cry of pain from teh gryphon as several of his wing bones snap, and force him tighter into a ball. THe acids are all over him now and rising higher the longer he remains in there. THe tingling has started to turn to burning as it works to strip him of his feathers. Upon feeling her grasp his ass, he winces and lets out another cry. "I appologize! I'm sorry! Now spit me up!" He calls out, increasingly desperately as her gut processes the lump of meat inside of it.

00:20 Drumstick hmms. "That felt weird... Oh, durr. You're a bird like me, huh? That crunch just now... Oh, that must hurt." Drumstick reached out and her Matter Manipulator appeared in her hand. She quickly scrolled through the various things she had in storage on the interface before finding what she wanted. A tablet. Simple little thing. Perfect size to pop and swallow, which she promptly did, and with that her MM was dismissed with a digital buzz. The swallowed tablet made its way in with Gyro and upon hitting the juices began to fizz. Gasses built up rapidly but where vented just as soon; shrink wrapping the bird's belly with a resounding "[b][color=green]BRUAAAAOOOOUHP![/b][/color]" The acids soaking into Gyro's flesh went from a hot sting to a warm glow. Pain dulled, ebbed off, and he was left in an addled state. His muscles wanted to move a second after he tried to flex them. That pill, whatever it was, was soaking into his skin with the acid's digesting him... It was a blessing, but also a curse. Things felt nicer this way... But he also felt weak and tired. His whole body was like heavy lead. Drumstick, likewise, felt the effects and just began to grow lethargic. The churning of her gut slowed, though the soft fizzing of various enzymes breaking Gyro down continued their merry work unabated. If anything, they were far better with the chemical alteration. They permeated the griffon's body far more readily and flooded every nerve with that warm glow... As he grew soft... And squishy... And his flesh began to saaaaag and squeltch like melting butter... Oh... Oh dear... He's about to be slimy slurry, isn't he? [sub]Glrrrk...[/sub] At least the gut is gentle now that the muscles are good and relaxed around him. Just... Kneading him softly into paste... "Normally they--" Drumstick yawns into her palm before continuing, "Are more robust. Don't go breaking from simple squeezes... Mmmm... Gonna nap... Darn medicine always makes me... Groggy..."

00:20 < Drumstick> ...

00:20 Drumstick stares at the [/b]

00:21 < Drumstick> I... Don't understand.

00:22 < Drumstick> Oooh, I know what it is. I nested the [/b] inside the color tags.

00:22 < Gyro Feather> (Thats what I was about to suggest :P

00:27 Gyro Feather can feel tears welling up in his eyes as the pain from his broken wings, and soon he hears the swallow, before it splashes upon him.The fizzing gasses cause him to cough several times as he inhales it, followed then by the loud belch and another contracting of her belly. Everything suddenly started to swim and all his pain melted away. He felt far away now, like he was observing a body that wasnt his. His muscles hardly responded to his motions, feeling dull and making it so that his struggles inside her body were hardly anything. He's barely aware as his body starts to break apart into nothing, his flesh melting away and leaving featehrs and fur floating around freely inside the belly. Finally he passes out inside of Drumstick as he's rendered into a nutritious mush.