The thick slime that used to be a living, breathing cougar sluiced one more inch through Jay's intestines, pushed along quite literally by the gentle kneading he'd been doing for the past few hours. It pooled like honey inside him, and every palm pressed into his roiling guts left an imprint of itself that took several seconds to dissipate, like very slow memory foam. Every inch that chyme was forced also displaced an equivalent amount of air and acid inside him, making his guts bubble like a pot of water on the stove nearly the whole time, which Jay found endlessly fascinating, pausing the show he'd been watching occasionally to lean back and enjoy the feelings of a million bubbles popping inside him, sometimes sending up enough air back into his stomach he could let out a roaring belch across the living room. When he did, he noted the distinct flavors being blown back over his tongue, always carried on nearly steaming air. Mostly, it was that of rare meat and nothing more, like the inside of a seared steak had been brushed across his lips. But occasionally, there was an extra one that gave him a moment of pause; the sweet, distinct tang of coconut resting on the back of his tongue, becoming more and more apparent a second or so after the belch had passed. Every time he tasted this, he would take one of his little breaks to lean back and listen to the noises within himself, kneading and smoothing out the bulges in his guts before smothering them under a kiss. Of course, the bulges were purely those of his own engorged intestines, there was nothing solid left within him. Even the cougar's bones had been ground up, pulverized, and made into a thick gelatinous goo, helping give the chyme its distinct thickness. But the taut wads of former cougar were passed through him anyway, slowly shrinking as the walls of his intestines took more and more and more of them, until at some point deep in his bowels not a single grain of him would remain from any of the now-softball or even cantaloupe-sized globules sluicing through him, uniting the two lovers in a closer bond than could be physically made.

And the now deceased lover being pumped through birdguts still could barely keep himself together. He couldn't do so physically, he no longer had a body to do such a thing with, but the mind within was mired beneath a fog of faint comfort. As if a weighted blanket had been settled on his brain. Just like the gunk he had become, his mind was slow, dripping, floating through his guts as if through a half-lucid dream. Some small part of him found this unique state of being scary; he was gone, destroyed, his very essence left to the mercy of his predator. But the rest of him had managed to silence this part. He knew his predator, and he knew the kind of love that he had for him. He watched the oncoming walls sliding against his remains, absorbing and finalizing his transition from person to padding as Jay gained his weight, and knew instinctively he could trust where they were taking him. The globule that used to contain most of his skull bubbled away as the gases trapped within escaped past the rest, forcing another belch to ring out above him, and he churned and squirmed mentally as he felt his boyfriend's lips descend upon him, held just over his stomach as the bird whispered an assurance of his love to the meaty slop that used to be Ayden. "You know what comes next, honey," he heard him say afterwards in his usual, calm, loving tone. "You're almost done." And so, as the last of him drained from his stomach, feeling villi of his intestines begin to pull at his very sense of being, the consciousness still housed within his physical remains, he surrendered to them, and let his boyfriend claim that last shred of himself...

"Oh, yes." Jay spread his legs as he admired himself in the mirror, striking a small pose. "Look what you've done to me, sweetie!" Every little movement triggered a small tremor that ran throughout his entire body, and he could barely keep himself from moaning as his enhanced figure quivered nonstop. "My reflection barely fits in the mirror..." Most of his body had gained the consistency of marshmallow fluff, softened yet further by the layer of feathers on top. His ass curved beautifully into his back, each cheek now the size of a sofa cushion, and a belly that he could barely reach his own arms around. "You always give me the best curves. It's like you know exactly where to go on my body!" Deep inside his fat, Ayden's consciousness stirred. Not that he was just now waking up, he'd been subject to endless posing and wobbles from the first grope Jay gave to his own belly. But the compliment, rather, seemed surprisingly genuine for having been directed at his own adipose, and the bird could feel his newly gained layers shiver slightly as Ayden squirmed mentally, blushing and moaning in mute silence as Jay planted his hands into himself and shook him playfully. "You're so adorable, even like this, sweetie! My sweet puma... former puma, now, I suppose. Should just start calling you 'beautiful birdchub...' Oooh, that's good, actually." Taking his phone off the dresser, Jay punched in a new note titled "Pet Names for Ayden (post-digestion)" and began it with two bullet points, one of which had the label "beautiful birdchub." "I'll think of some more later. Say, after a walk? It's still only late afternoon, and I feel like getting something sweet after having something so savory and meaty. What'ya think, hun?" He could already feel his boyfriend's rising blush, a warmth that seemed to be mostly centered around his waist and hips, along with a vague sense of giddy acceptance from the presence haunting his cellulite. Purely to be a tease to him, though, Jay gripped both sides of his belly and shook them up and down as if nodding his belly fat like a head. "Oooh, what's that tummytub? You think it's an excellent idea? Alright, there we go, it's settled." Striking one more pose in the mirror, Jay craned his neck down until his beak was fit right between his pecs, kissing his belly right where it folded into his chest. He could definitely feel his boyfriend moaning and blushing inside him, still swirling with pleasure after being shaken so vigorously, and Jay could only chuckle lightly and pat the side of his stomach. "Enjoy your stay, sweetie. Welcome home. I'll see you in the nest again next week!"

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The bench beneath Jay creaked as he looked into the early evening sky, watching the onset of lavender purple encroach onto the day's bright cerulean blue. His stomach was mostly kept in his vast lap as he tugged his sweater impotently down, his midriff still half-exposed, and imperceptibly sliding it higher and higher with every cookie he scarfed from a massive paper bag. "Nobody gives oatmeal raisin a chance, you know? It's always chocolate chip this, brownie that, and I love those too, but there's nothing I can really binge like some good oatmeal raisin cookies." The small red panda in a baker's apron beside him leaned back and sighed.

"I know. You bought out all our oatmeal raisin stock for the week. Again."

"And the day's chocolate chips and double chocolate brownie cookies!" He chewed down another cookie, trying and failing not to spill any crumbs on himself as he happily kicked his legs up. "You know you love your best customer!"

"I do! It just takes a while to fill your orders is all. You and your boyfriend. Speaking of, where is the big guy?" Jay's belly lurched from underneath his sweater, gurgling loud enough a few people on the other side of the park stopped to look for the source of the noise. For a moment the baker had genuinely believed that they'd been struck by an earthquake for how much the bench had shaken, and after leaning back forward from his defensive flinch, the red panda's eyes slowly glided upwards from his stomach to his blushing, bashful expression. "You... you ate him?" Jay just nodded and guiltily ate another cookie. "Do... do we let him out? Do we call someone, I mean... I know you boys can eat but this...!"

"We don't need to call someone." Jay finally uttered after another aftershock made his gut visibly jump in his lap. "He's fine. I think he just wants a little more attention in there. He gets needy when he hasn't been pet in a while, it's honestly adorable!" Placing the bag under his arm, Jay rolled his sweater up to his chest, revealing the great black orb of a gut in his middle and gently rubbing it, cooing gently. All at once, the building pressure fizzled away, relaxing his guts as they bubbled and churned.

"Oh, oh! I think I can hear him purring in there."

"Yeah, he does that. Though, pretty sure that's my stomach he's purring with, considering he's been birdfat for three days now." The baker just watched Jay pick himself up, wobbling as he caressed his middle, and shuffling around in front of the red panda. His shadow loomed over him as he looked over the raven's hips, wider than he could even feasibly reach around. "Hey, think you could get the parts of him on my butt? He's a little hard to reach back there, and I've got more cookies to eat!"
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Art was by the lovely Yellowvixen on Bluesky!

Jay is me!
Ayden (and now birdchub ^v^) is comedyzone

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