The day was seemingly like any other for Morfeel, the out of place macaw. The calm of his evergreen home washing over his svelte body, only occasionally interrupted by the sounds of far off wilderness. But no, something was different about today. Morfeel was hungry, and not just their normal hunger, today they felt ravenous. The famished avian scoured the terrain, eager to meet the demands of his raucous gut. A modest lapine, pattering across the forest floor, inevitably met his gaze. The time for patience was over, now was the time to eat. The macaw took flight, their swooping form casting a daunting shadow on the approach to the unsuspecting victim. For the rabbit it happened in an instant. The weight of the feathered predator crashed into them like a falling stone, pinning the creature under a being not substantially larger than itself. Morfeel did not hesitate, swiftly stuffing the head of the panicked rabbit into his wanting beak. The struggles of his prey beneath them did nothing to abate the sustained swallows of the bird as they glrked the prey down. Morfeel’s neck swelled with the form of the rabbit, the soft fur matted against their tongue as the prey inched their way down the constricting throat towards their digestive demise. Soon all that remained were the kicking feet, hanging out from his beak, one last gulp sealing the creature within his stomach, now hanging beneath him. The squirms inside him, while satisfying, wasn't what he was thinking about, for his belly growled, and he was still hungry.

All this commotion had drawn the attention of a rather curious opportunist, a raccoon, who stared cautiously from a distance. Now seeing that there was nothing to be gained sticking around, they slowly began to slink away; only to make their presence known with an unfortunate cracking of a twig. Morfeel, alerted to the sound, instantly took off, lumbering towards his new target at unexpected speed. The racoon tried to bolt, turning to run from the encroaching threat, only to stumble out the gate. Morfeel lunged, nabbing the ringed tail within the confines of their beak, halting any attempted advance. The racoon clawed at the ground, desperate as they could feel their tail sinking further and further into the beast behind them. It didn’t take long for the hungry bird to gulp up his new meal, his neck and belly bloating out further and further as more of his victim slid within his confines. Before long the incessant gulps brought the racoon neck deep into the macaw’s body, their head resting upon his tongue as it savored over them. A strained closing of the beak and a mighty gulp sent the defined form of his prey’s head down Morfeel’s throat, his feathers splaying as it made its way past. The bodies of both his prey were clearly visible as they struggled inside a gut now nearly twice the size of its owner. For but a moment, Morfeel felt like he might be sated, before a raucous belch exploded out from his beak, alleviating pressure and depriving his food of much needed air. A renewed sense of emptiness and the dwindling movement inside him fueled the bird’s hunger, unfortunately with a gut this big it meant that hunting was out of the question.

Some time passed, and the sounds of digestion filled the quiet forest as the bodies of the two prey were slowly broken down and stripped of their flesh in order to fuel this mighty predator. The lack of mobility, however, meant that Morfeel was now less of a bird of prey and more like a sitting duck. A feline skulked in the shadows, stalking the vulnerable form of the feathered feast that rested before them. They couldn’t believe it, for the cat, this meal seemed simply too easy. Readying themselves, they crouched and prepared to strike their encumbered prey, waiting for the right time. And when the moment was right, the pounced, flying through the air towards the bird. Their aim was dead on, they struck the avian dead center as their bodies collided. But all was not well for the intrepid feline, for they had inadvertently landed straight into the open beak of their prey! The momentum of the leap sent the cat plunging nearly halfway down Morfeel’s throat. Surprised by an unexpected third course, he happily slurped up the remainder of his assailant, the cat’s hind limbs flailing in front of him. The cat, of course, was not happy. As they entered the stomach they were met with the digesting bodies of their fellow victims, their fur soaked with slop as they were pressed in with the rest of the gastric goo. Slurping up the tail like a noodle, Morfeel patted his enormous bell with a wing, letting out a burp of satisfaction with his new food. Except, his belly growled hungrily, demanding more, and Morfeel was more than willing to give it more lives to churn.

Not long had passed before a new face was drawn in by the frenzy. A confident canine proudly strutted up to the engorged bird, thinking they had stumbled upon the best meal of their life. Morfeel eyed the canine’s motions cautiously, the contents of their stomach sloshing as he turned his head to watch the circling beast. The dog drooled as they sniffed over the helpless avian in front of them. They got towards the front, pressing their snout into the soft gut, eliciting a small belch from the bird. The dog was ready to savor his feast, and as they lifted their mouth up to engulf the head of the bird, Morfeel took his opportunity. Like a quick draw, the bird's beak lashed out and clamped over the snout of the so-called predator. Startled and confused, the canine began to backpedal, only to find that the immense weight of the stuffed bird prevented them from going anywhere. Unfazed, Morfeel sucked and swallowed, relishing the taste as the dog was forced down and down into the mound of feathers in front of them. What remained of their predecessors corpses did a decent job of masking any discrete shapes of the new arrival as they sunk into the mess of chyme below. The bird lifted the back half of the dog in the air, greedily wolfing down the food. He was desperate to stuff even more meat into his globe of a gut, now nearing 5 times his size. And soon, it was done. Nothing remained but the rampant gurgles and glorps of digestion as the avaricious avian rested upon their gut.

The inside of Morfeel’s stomach was not a pretty sight. The toll of digestion was more and more apparent the earlier the prey was eaten. The lapine was nothing but bones, their flesh now a thick soup, sloshing against the stomach walls. The raccoon wasn’t far behind, ligament barely holding the skeleton together. The feline was long dead, fur singed clean off, its flesh slowly stripped away. Not but least the dog, forced to bear witness the scene around them, knowing they weren't far behind. Morfeel did not care, because they were food, and food was supposed to die in his gut for him. As far as he was concerned he was doing them a favor killing them, for what better thing could their life serve but to become fat on his body. Any creature would be insane not to want to be a part of him for he was the best and most beautiful of all.
Time passed and digestion was in full swing, the lumpy belly burbled down and shrunk as more and more meat was processed. Eventually, the soupy amalgam of former beings pumped through his intestines, finally ending up where they belonged all along, as avain adipose. Fat had piled onto Morfeel's frame, soft jiggling bird fat rolling off of him. Nothing was spared, with even his neck a face burdened with bird blubber. Morfeel however, suddenly felt sick, as his stomach roiled. Rolling onto his belly, a pressure steadily built up before something moved its way up his throat. Opening his mouth, a skull could be seen poking out the back of his beak. Morfeel clenched his stomach, and the skull slowly squeezed forward, until it suddenly ejected from his mouth. The dam had been ruptured, and a deluge of various bones spewed out behind the skull. The bird vomit continued as slimy skeletons clattered onto the ground in front of him. As more of his stomach was vacated, the retching became belching as long, wet burps shot out from the bird's beak, wobbling his corpulent frame with their vibrations. When all was said and done, Morfeel sat alone, surrounded with the bones of his victims and the fat on his gut. Only one small problem remained, and that was that Morfeel was now desperately hungry…

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