A few decades ago, a strange cosmic event shook the world to its core. For unkown reasons, the genetic makeup of every creature on earth was jumbled around leaving humans the world over with a large variety of animal characteristics ranging from size to ability. These new creatures were commonly referred to as morphs. While civilization took several tumultuous years to adapt to these changes, things have mostly settled down now and life continues as normal for the residents, including a lucky pelican morph named Pettie.
 
Pettie is a fairly unassuming Pelican morph who leads a fairly normal life, if it wasn't for her voluptuous physique and tall stature she'd certainly blend into a crowd. Those who know her personally remember her fondly due to her plucky personality and infectious mood, but not so much for her intelligence. To put it simply, she's a bit of a bird brain and it's lucky she makes friends so easily because who knows if she could take care of herself alone. Speaking of, she's been having a bit of a "problem".
 
It's fairly common for morphs with pouches of any form to store objects in them, mouths included. Kangaroos, hamsters, and yes, pelicans all frequently use their newly formed features to store objects like a purse. For most morphs, this is fairly innocuous, but for forgetful morphs like Pettie, this can be an...issue. Just last week she accidentally swallowed her apartment keys while trying to figure out how many coins she needed for bus fair. Wallets, cell phones, trinkets, wrapped snacks, and more have found their way travelling down her long gullet and into her surprisingly eager stomach. She often doesn't even realize they're gone until she needs them. These incidents have unfortunately taught her that she also doesn't have much of a gag reflex so most of these objects have had to take the long way through to get them back. Strangely enough, Pettie has no issue passing metallic or plastic objects but anything remotely organic like leather completely disappears. Luckily for Pettie she has a plucky ferret friend named Finn who lets her crash at her place whenever her keys decide to take a journey through her insides.
 
After the last key incident, Pettie decided to finally do something about her problem. A sensible person would have simply decided to buy a purse, but Pettie happened to see an ad for a "Swallowers Anonymous" meetup and assumed it was the perfect solution for her. Despite Finn's concerns when she was informed of this choice, Pettie was filled with determination.
 
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"Pettie, wake up! You're gonna be late for your session!" Finn called from the kitchen. Her apartment was small for someone of Pettie's size, but her couch was extremely comfy, to the point that Finn wondered if Pettie ever deliberately swallowed her keys so she could justify staying over. As Finn turned around with her freshly made coffee she eyed Pettie's curves as she laid sideways on the couch. Finn's eyes strolled along her naked back and following the stripes of smooth black feathers along to her hips where her sweatpants had slipped down. Her underwear had ridden high and wedged deeply into her thick cheeks, peeking out from under her tailfeathers. She certainly didn't mind whenever Pettie stayed over.
 
Pettie turned over, grumbling to herself. "Hmm...session? need...more sleep" As she turned her large breasts rolled over onto themselves and pooled in front of her. They followed her motions as she sat up rubbing her eyes and jiggling them back and forth as she did so. Finn's face immediately turned red and she (poorly) covered her eyes in an attempt to avert her gaze.
 
"When are you gonna learn to sleep with a shirt on whenever you stay over," Finn asked somewhat disingenuously.
 
Pettie peered down and immediately blushed, grabbing her breasts to cover them, accidentally squeezing them together and making the sight even more enticing. "Sorry, I don't even remember my top coming off, I must have done it in my sleep" she said as she reached for her discarded tank top. She put it on and thought there was something missing, but didn't dwell on the thought. Finn noticed the perky nipples peeking through her top and held back a snort as she remembered sneaking her discarded bra away in the middle of the night for her own personal enjoyment.
 
"Ooh coffee! Did you make anymore?" Pettie asked eagerly, quickly forgetting the status of her top.
 
"Of course" Finn responded, handing Pettie a cup, prepared just how she liked it with extra cream and sugar.
 
Pettie sipped at the mug eagerly, feeling herself wake up as the warm brew poured into her throat. "Oh! I'm going to be late" she exclaimed as she noticed the clock on the wall. "Thanks for letting my stay over again!" she said as she excitedly grabbed her things, tossed them in her beak pouch, and ran out the door.
 
"For you? Anytime." Finn responded, before noticing that Pettie was still holding her mug; "Wait, leave the mug before you-" but it was too late, Pettie was already out the door.
 
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Pettie eagerly sipped at the coffee, thoughts distracted by the grumbling in her stomach. "Sorry stomach," she thought to herself, "I'll make sure to feed you after the session, this coffee will have to hold me over for now". She continued to sip at the coffee as she walked until before she knew it she was at her destination. She somehow managed to deftly avoid soaking all her posessions in coffee as she drank, her penchant for accidental feats of dexterity was almost a marvel. She arrived at the red brick building just outside the city center. Rooms in this building were commonly rented for all sorts of community gatherings and today she would finally begin dealing with her pesky problem. She finished her coffee and quickly realized she had taken Finn's mug after she downed the contents. "Heh, oops again, sorry Finn, I'll get this back to you after I grab some breakfast" she said as she tossed the mug into her maw with the rest of her posessions and walked into the building.
 
After some meandering, Pettie finally wandered into the right room, drawing stares from all the attendees who had decided to arrive on time. "Hey guys, sorry I'm late," she said with some awkward pep, taking a seat next to a rather large tiger morph. Had she been paying attention she may have noticed that none of the morphs in the room had anything resembling a pouch like structure in their mouth.
 
"Ah, you must be Pettie, welcome, we were just about to get started," said the ox morph across from her, forcing as much cheer into his words as possible. "We usually start these by going around in a circle and giving updates on our progress, but since you're new, why don't you start and tell us about yourself." Pettie perked up and said "Sure! Hi everyone, I'm Petricia, but my friends call me Pettie!"
 
"Hi, Pettie" the rest of the room droned as though this was the 100th time they had done this. She continued, "recently, I've been having a problem with swallowing things I leave in my mouth, you know keys, wallets, phones, anything really," she giggled to herself, " aaaand I was hoping you would have some advice for me. It's really inconvenient whenever I swallow my keys, although I do enjoy crashing at my friends place, so maybe it's not so bad." She finished with an awkard smile. Some confused looks around the room suggested her particular problem was not so normal, but they had all heard crazier so they shrugged it off.
 
"That's great! Thanks Pettie! We'll continue around the room and then discuss strategies for improvement at the end," the ox said with the same rehearsed cheer. "John, why don't you go next?" he gestured to the Tiger next to Pettie. Pettie started listening to the Tiger's update, but she quickly began daydreaming as she stared out a nearby window. She began thinking about what she would have for breakfast and the more she thought about it the more lavish the meal became. Had she been paying attention she may have heard the words "prey" and "hunt" uttered enough to not pass for coincidence. As they went around the room, time seemed to really slow to a crawl. She began to absentmindedly tongue at the mug in her mouth, her hunger and her increasingly enticing dream causing drool to gather. She eventually felt the urge to swallow the drool that had built up, and as if it had a mind of its own, her tongue decided the object it was playing with should go too. With the subtlest of motions her tongue passed the object into the entrance of her eager throat, which accepted the oddly shaped mug with no resistance. With a soft *gluk*, Pettie swallowed the mug without a second thought or even a first thought, her mind filled with dreams of pancakes. It travelled slowly down her long slender neck, leaving an oddly small yet noticeable bulge as it traveled, her powerful neck muscles slowly pushing it along. It landed in her stomach with a splash, rejoining the coffee it used to hold. One of the attendees across from her noticed the bulge traveling down her neck and chuckled to himself.
 
"Ok everyone! That wraps up our session, you can find the tips from this week in your e-mail." The ox exclaimed as everyone began to stir. Pettie awoke from her daydream with a start, suddenly realizing she had missed the whole thing. "Practice what we discussed today and I'm looking forward to hearing your updates next week!" he said as she rose from her chair. She felt a little guilty about spacing out, but she knew there was always more sessions to help her out and she only had food on the mind anyway.
 
As Petty exited the building, she pulled her phone from her beak to look up nearby eateries, not noticing that an object was missing. As she walked the street she heard alarm bells a few blocks away, but paid them no mind, she was on a mission and when she set her mind to food there was little that could distract her. She finally settled on a place and found she could cut through an alleyway to get there faster.
 
*A few minutes earlier*
 
Kenny, a Kangaroo Rat morph, was a longtime criminal who had been running gigs long before the cosmic event that changed him. Luckily for him, his new form, while significantly smaller, was also extremely agile and aided him in his robberies so much that he had gone totally uncaptured for years. Today, he had decided would be his last gig as his age was starting to catch up to him. He decided to go out with a bang and rob a bank. He wanted to make a statement by demanding the teller give him dollar coins instead of regular paper cash, but as he fled the scene he realized his hubris had caught up to him. The bag of coins though relatively small was exceptionally heavy for his aging diminuitive form and for once the cops on his tail were actually catching up to him. He decided to try and give them a slip by ducking into an alleyway but he was too distracted checking for cops behind him that he didn't notice the statuesque woman in front of him.
 
*BANG*
 
He collided into Pettie's poor shins, sending her reeling forward, bumping her head on a pipe on the way down. She was out cold. Kenny took a moment to gather his bearings when he noticed the unconscious woman in front of him. He briefly worried he had killed her before noticing she was still breathing, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Kenny snapped back to reality when he heard the footsteps of the cops getting closer. Now panicked he noticed one key detail about the woman. She was a pelican morph...and pelicans loved storing things in their mouths. His lips curled into a devilish grin as he enacted his scheme.
 
...
 
Pettie, now finding herself waking for the 3rd time today, sat up. She briefly wondered what happened before she felt some shuffling in her mouth.
 
"Hey, you with the fat tits!" Kenny whispered from within her mouth. She was taken aback by the exceptionally rude individual who was apparently violating her body. "Some cops are on my tail, if you tell them I'm in here I'll slice you up real good." He had neglected to bring his knife with him today and decided he could convince her by poking his sharpest claw into the inside of her mouth, lucky for him it worked.
 
"Oh no, please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you say," she mumbled desperately, her mouth more full than it had ever been before. As she stood up, she barely had any time to process anything going on before two cops rounded the corner, one a large bulldog, the other a slender lizard who was clearly out of breath. The large bulldog approached and began barking questions at her.
 
"Ma'am have you seen any suspicious individuals around here?" She yelled, spitting saliva into Pettie's face.
 
"Ummm," Pettie looked around wildly, she was horrible at lying. "Nooo, I doooon't think so."
 
The officer immediately became suspicious and pressed her question, "You better not be lying to me! Not complying with an officer's questioning is obstruction of justice!" As she shouted it felt like Pettie was being rained on by spit. Pettie's anxiety levels continued to rise. Kenny whispered to her from inside her mouth, driving his claw deeper into her delicate flesh. "What was that? You better get good at lyin' or else you're doneso!" he exclaimed, doing his best to hold back from yelling.
 
"Woah Beth, chill out." The other officer had finally caught his breath and walked up to his partner. "You always do this, there's no need to harass civilians, nobody's caught Kenny in years, why would today be any different?"
 
The lizard's lackadaisical attitude only seemed to anger the bulldog even more. "So you think we should just this little weasel walk just because you're too lazy to follow a lead??" She yelled.
 
"Uh, she's a pelican," he clapped back. This really set her off and the two began arguing with each other. This was all really too much for Pettie, she lived a carefree life and having so much rain on her at once made her anxiety shoot through the roof. Her mouth began pooling with saliva and her body quivered. She clutched her chest and leaned against the nearby wall as the officers continued to argue.
 
"What the hell are you doing?!" shouted Kenny from inside her mouth, irked by the sudden pool of fluid at his feet and the tongue that was now probing his body. The bulldog officer perked one ear up and broke away from her argument. "What was that?" she shouted like a drill sergeant. Penny couldn't handle being yelled at again and her anxiety peaked.
 
She swallowed.
 
With a heavy *GLLLP*, Kenny suddenly found his world upended as the entry to her throat suddenly gaped open. There was nothing he could do to resist the strong muscles surrounding him and he found himself shoved in the seemingly bottomless hole, along with all the other contents in there with him.
 
Pettie felt the large lump travel down her neck; this time she was fully aware of the bulge traveling down her throat, although it was still inconspicuosly small to an outside observer. Her disgust rose as she felt the vile man travel into her hungry belly; this was certainly not the meal she was looking forward to.
 
Kenny felt himself accelerate as he traveled down the long muscular neck, the large amounts of saliva lubricating his passage. In just a moment the tight tunnel opened to a wider chamber with no delay. As he landed in her dark stomach, his head collided with a solid porcelain object and he was knocked out immediately. His bag of coins followed suit and landed on him shortly after, pinning him down.
 
Pettie felt the splash of the rat falling into her stomach and her brain decided that was enough for today and she too passed out.
 
*****
 
Pettie awoke with a start, she was in a bed in what seemed to be a clinic. As she sat up, she noticed a heaviness on her chest that didn't seem familiar. She groped her chest tenderly, feeling how sensitive they were and noted that they were definitely notably bigger as she lifted and dropped each. "Oh jeez, did you guys grow again, at this rate I'll need a reduction" she sighed to herself, dropping them and causing them to bounce before coming to rest. At that moment the door to her room opened up and a pleasantly plump panda nurse walked in.
 
"Oh good dear, you're up, that's a good sign." she said in a voice that seemed to instantly soothe Pettie's nerves. "Some nice police officers brought you in, said you had fainted on the street!" Oddly enough, Pettie did not remember any of this happening. Noticing her visible confusion, the nurse continued.
 
"Oh yah, you had a bit of a tumble and got a minor concussion. That often leads to a little bit of memory loss. We checked you out and you should be good to go today, just make sure you rest up and don't do anything strenuous. --Oh and, " the nurse leaned in a bit closer "I peaked in your pockets a little and found the ad for your group therapy. I noticed your stomach was looking a little...shall we say full and I asked the boys to pump you while you were out, I hope that's ok," she said with some concern in her eyes. "I left your belongings on the table there," she gestured to a table by the door with her personal objects, the sack of coins, Finn's mug, and what appeared to be a small bandit hat. "Oh and don't worry, I kept everything on the hush hush so no one probed too much," she said with a wink. Pettie gave her a soft smile and a thank you as the nurse left the room.
 
Pettie was thoroughly confused by the events of the day; she wondered where the bag of coins came from and how she ended up here. She couldn't even remember what ad the nurse was referring to. Her stomach gave a hearty rumble and shook her out of her stupor. One thing she did remember was that she wanted breakfast and she was gonna get it. She eagerly gathered her things into her beak and hurried out of the clinic, the ad for Swallowers Anonymous falling out of her pocket as she marched out. She was going to use her newfound earnings to really splurge on a hearty meal. As she traveled to her destination, a single coin slipped out of the bag and slid down her throat.