Summary: The sergal Eve eats Ace, my sona, for Thanksgiving.
Featuring: F/M, Oral Vore, Willing, Non-Fatal, Stuffing & Expansion, Handjob, Anal Sex, Digestion & Reformation
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“I’m here!”

Ace the crow cheerfully walked into his friend’s house, eager for Thanksgiving dinner to begin. Eve, the black-and-white sergal who had invited him to her place, smiled and closed the door. As she watched her friend navigate to her dining room, she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

Ace hummed happily as he walked into the dining room—but stopped when he saw that the table was completely bare. He hadn’t realized he needed to bring food . . . or maybe it was all set up outside?

He turned around and asked Eve, “Um, where is the dinner? If I missed something on the invitation, I can go out and get something. . .”

The sergal giggled. “Oh, silly crow,” the motherly woman purred. She reached out and tilted Ace’s chin upwards, looking right in his eyes. “Dinner is in my kitchen; however, today’s meal will be a bit different. You see, I invited you here for Thanksgiving so you can /be/ my main course for the night: my holiday turkey.”

Ace’s eyes widened in surprise, and a surge of desire filled him. The thought of being eaten as a Thanksgiving dinner both thrilled and aroused him, and he couldn’t help but look down at Eve’s stomach, already longing to be inside.

The sergal smiled and reached out, pressing the side of the crow’s head against her gut. “You hear that, my dear?” she asked soothingly, her stomach letting out hungry grumbles and growls right in her friend’s ear. “My belly already wants a tasty bird like you inside of it. Mmm, I can already feel a scrumptious morsel like you sliding down my throat and bloating out my midsection. . . You’ll make a very satisfying meal for me on this holiday.”

Ace shivered in delight and whispered, “Y-Yes. . . I would love that.”

“Good.” Eve gently lifted his head away from her stomach, and laughed warmly when her friend let out a longing whimper. “Now now, you’ll be inside of me soon enough. But first, I need my Thanksgiving turkey to be nice and plump. The bigger you are, the more of you I can savor. So let’s fatten up my feast.”

The crow nodded eagerly. “Let’s!”

The sergal smiled and took his hand, leading him to the kitchen. Inside, as she had mentioned, a full Thanksgiving dinner was set up on a low island.

“I’m going to let you have you every single bite of that meal, and make your body /burst/,” Eve informed him. “So strip for me.”

Ace nodded eagerly. He was currently wearing a sweater and khakis, and quickly took them off. Then he removed his bra, and his underwear after that. Eve glanced down at his vagina—she was going to have fun indulging in that later. . .

The sergal smiled. “Good boy,” she praised him. “Now, eat what’s on the table. I’m going to go change, and I’d like you to be finished by the time I get back, ok?”

“Yes ma’am!” her friend replied. Eve smirked, and then left the room. Her new outfit was going to blow the crow away. . .

Ace turned to the table and licked his lips. This meal was going to be tasty—and the fact that it was going to fatten him up for his friend would make it even better!

He hoisted himself up on the table and grabbed the bowl of sweet potatoes, shoveling them into his mouth. That made a satisfying first course, and he ate ham & stuffing next, letting out, “Mmm!” sounds as he made his way through the wonderful meal. Lastly, he devoured the pumpkin pie, eating slice after slice and loving every second of it. By the time he was done, he was stuffed, and he lay back, resting after the huge dinner.

As Ace caught his breath on the table, Eve walked into the room. She was now wearing a very revealing outfit: black lace adorned her body, covering a few select areas while leaving the rest out for display. Her huge dick was barely contained by a lace thong; long gloves adorned her hands, and stockings on her feet; and there was a lace collar, as well as a tail ring. Her large breasts were uncovered, fully hanging out for all to see.

The sergal smiled and admired her friend. Ace’s stomach was now rounded out, bulging from his midsection, making him look rather appetizing. That was a good first step—now, it was time to complete the process.

“We need to make you bigger,” she told him. “Let’s stuff you even more.”

She opened the refrigerator, and pulled out a large container, one that was attached to a hose. “This is a tank of thick cream,” she told Ace. “When I put this hose in your beak and turn on the mechanism, it will flow inside of you, and swell out your stomach.” She licked her lips, smirking. “It will make you oh-so-delectable.”

“That sounds great!” the crow exclaimed. He grinned, and opened his beak wide. “I’m ready!”

Eve was drooling already, imagining how big her friend was going to get. She walked forward, put the tip of the hose into his maw, and pressed a button on the tank.

Immediately, white cream came gushing out of the hose and flowing into Ace’s mouth, pouring down his throat. He could feel it flowing rapidly down his esophagus, and it soon reached his stomach, making it grow larger and larger. He moaned in delight as he felt it expand, loving the feeling of his belly growing underneath him. . .

Eve smiled as she watched her friend grow, licking her lips and feeling drool at the corners of her mouth. He was looking very pump indeed, with a stomach that was the size of a beach ball and growing fast. Then she glanced over at the tank, and saw it was already running out of cream. That was a shame, but at least by the time it was through, the crow would be the perfect size.

As the tank got emptier, the stream of cream gradually slowed down, until finally, it stopped altogether. Ace had become fully stuffed—and he looked absolutely marvelous.

Eve put the tank away, then looked over her friend, admiring her work. The crow’s stomach was simply /massive/ now, bulging hugely from his midsection. It was double its size from before, and so tall it went up to his breasts. She grinned, and felt herself drooling even more. Ace looked absolutely /wonderful/—and she simply /had/ to taste him.

“My turkey’s been perfectly plumped up,” the sergal noted, walking up to the island and licking her lips. She went up onto the table and crawled over to Ace, wrapping her hands around his enormous gut. “Such a delicious-looking Thanksgiving feast. . .”

The crow blushed, and he smiled with delight, extremely happy he had been fattened up to her satisfaction. “Thank you, ma’am,” he told her, watching her drool over him. “Are you going to eat me now?”

“In good time,” Eve assured him. “First, I want to have a taste of my scrumptious morsel. And I might as well tease him while I do it. . .”

She reached down and put her hand over his vagina. “May I?” the sergal asked. Ace nodded, and she started stroking his labia, all while she leaned down and sucked on his breast, tasting him. The crow had a zesty, sweet flavor that she couldn’t help but love, and her hand moved to his clitoris as she licked his other boob, smiling.

“So delicious,” she purred, pressing his clit harder now. Ace cried out in arousal, leaning into her touch. Eve smirked, going down to his thighs and running her tongue along them, first on one side and then on the other. “A scrumptious turkey,” the sergal praised him. “Now, let me taste the best part.”

She went over to his belly and lapped it up, her tongue going from the bottom of the big gut, all the way to the top, and then back again. As she did this, she continued pleasuring Ace, and from the crow’s moans, he was clearly getting close to climax. “You’re perfect, my feast,” she purred, licking all over his huge stomach. “I can’t wait to have you inside of my stomach. I’m sure you can hear it now, growling around you, breaking you down. Mmm. . . You’re going to be wonderful in there.”

That brought Ace over the edge. He came all over her fingers, squirting liquid onto Eve’s hand as she ran her tongue up the entire length of his huge gut. She smiled at the crow, and licked his juices up, then said, “Every part of you is so tasty. I just can’t help myself!”

Then, the sergal got an idea, and she ran a hand over his gut, saying, “You know . . . you have plenty of cream inside that beautiful belly of yours. But perhaps I can fill you up with /my/ cream now. . .”

Eve ran her hand down his body, and rested it as close to the crow’s butt as possible. “I’d love to give you some cream in the back,” she purred. “What do you say?”

She looked at his face, and was surprised to see genuine concern there. “What’s wrong, dear?” she asked gently.

Ace smiled sadly. “I’m just a little sensitive back there,” he replied, chuckling. “I had a past encounter that, um, wasn’t great.”

The sergal leaned down and kissed his forehead. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she assured him. “Or we can take it nice and slow. Your choice.”

The crow thought for a minute. “I want to try it—it could be a healing experience,” he finally replied. “But yeah, let’s take it slow, ok?”

Eve nodded. “Of course.”

They both got in position. From behind Ace, Eve brought her dick against the crow’s widened asshole, touching it gently with the tip. “Good?” she asked her friend. He nodded, and she said, “Alright. I’m going in.”

Ace felt her penis slip inside of him, and he whimpered as it expanded his entrance. To his relief and excitement, it felt absolutely amazing. “Keep going,” he told the sergal. “That feels great. . .”

Eve smiled and brought her dick in deeper, filling the crow up even more. She went in inch by inch, until finally, her entire cock was inside of him. “How does that feel?” the sergal asked.

“Fantastic!” gasped Ace.

“Good,” said Eve. She smirked. “It’s going to feel even better soon. . .”

She brought her dick back and forth, fucking him slowly at first, then faster, rougher, the way she knew he would like it. Ace cried out as his arousal grew and grew, and he was getting quite wet. Eve was also reaching her peak soon. Just a little bit further. . .!

Finally, it happened: Eve came beautifully, squirting a large load of cum into Ace’s asshole, utterly filling him up. The crow felt this and smiled; a moment later, he also climaxed, liquids squirting out of his pussy and gushing onto the table.

The two friends took a moment to catch their breath. “How was that?” Eve asked, kissing her friend on the cheek. “Good?”

“So good,” Ace replied, nodding. “Thank you. That was nice.”

“The pleasure was all mine, my dear.”

Eve carefully exited Ace and turned the bird to face her, licking her lips in a deliberate display. “Now that I’ve filled you with my personal cream,” she said to him, “I think you’re finally ready to become my Thanksgiving feast.”

Ace smiled. “Oh yes, I’m /so/ ready,” he told her as his grin got wider. “I can’t wait to be inside of your stomach, as your perfect holiday meal. . .”

“Agreed,” Eve said. “Let’s get you in position.”

She gently brought him up on the table, so that he was sitting up with his legs hanging over the edge. Then, the sergal sat down on the ground, so that she was next to Ace’s feet. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“Of course!” was the reply.

“Alright.” Eve smiled. “Get ready to go down my throat, my cute little snack. Mmm, you’re going to be delicious. . .”

She opened her triangular maw wide, and Ace stared down her throat as he was stuffed inside, loving the way her mouth encased his ankles. The sergal lapped up his feathered flesh, letting out an, “Mmm!” of delight, and then sent the first bite down her throat with a /GULP!/

Eve continued to devour her friend, slurping in his legs at a rapid pace, and when she reached his huge stomach, his toes reached her gut. They popped into the spherical area, which groaned in impatience, and the sergal knew she needed her food in there, /now/.

She opened her mouth even wider, and Ace watched in amazement as it stretched to go atop his huge belly. Eve moaned around the huge bite, and swallowed it down, making a huge bulge in her throat. She continued making her way up her friend, until his enlarged stomach was all inside of her. Then she lapped up his beautiful breasts, and reached the last of the crow.

Eve smirked, then pulled Ace’s head inside of her mouth. It was savored with licks, and then, one final swallow sealed Ace’s fate, sucking his head into Eve’s throat and sending it down her esophagus. The crow smiled as the muscular walls squeezed around his head, and soon, he landed inside of her gut, curling up with the rest of his fattened-up body.

Eve smiled and ran a hand across her huge stomach, admiring its large size. “Mmmm, you were so, /so/ delicious, my dear,” she told her friend. “Truly a wonderful Thanksgiving meal for me.”

“Thank you,” Ace said, leaning against the rumbling belly walls. The gut gurgled around him, reminding him even more of his place as food. “I was glad to be your holiday feast. Thanks for doing this!”

“You’re very welcome,” the sergal replied. She smirked. “And I think you know what’s coming next, don’t you? After all, every good meal needs to get digested—how else can it—or /he/ in this case—be properly enjoyed?”

“Oh yes!” the crow exclaimed excitedly. “Please, please digest me!”

“Good boy,” Eve praised him. “How can I deny such a heartfelt request~?”

A moment later, her stomach let out its loudest growl yet, and digestive juices started dripping off of the walls. They gushed all over Ace, splashing onto his body and filling up the hungry belly. The crow smiled as the acids surrounded him, loving the way that the pool of liquid was rising all around his form. They made his skin tingle, reminding him that he was food to be broken down. And that was a wonderful thing to be.

Eve ran a hand over her stomach as she listened to it digest her food. She knew that the acids would be sapping her friend’s energy, and he would soon pass out. So she decided to tease him while she could, and said, “You truly were the perfect Thanksgiving turkey, Ace. A morsel to remember. And now, you’re going to get added to my gorgeous body. What do you think of that, hmm?”

The crow smiled and leaned against the hungry walls of the gut, a wave of tiredness washing over him. “I can’t wait to become part of you,” he replied. “And after I come back, we can have even more fun. . .”

“I don’t doubt it,” the sergal replied, giggling. “Well, thanks for being dinner, my dear.”

Satisfied, Ace closed his eyes, and slipped into unconsciousness. After that, the stomach groaned loudly, and digestion truly began.

Eve smiled as she felt her gut churn around the crow, and heard more juices being released. “Aw, you sure fell asleep quick,” she teased her friend, even though she knew he couldn’t hear her. “Don’t worry—you’ll be put to good use before I bring you back.”

The sergal leaned back and relaxed as digestion continued. More and more acids rained upon the meal, and they broke down Ace’s body bit by bit, reducing it and making her large gut shrink as the crow’s solid form was converted into liquid. Until, finally, there was nothing but soupy fluids inside of the belly—Ace had been completely broken down.

A moment later, those fluids were absorbed inside of Eve, and she felt her body growing as the remains of her friend got converted into fat. Her belly grew larger and flabbier, and her breasts expanded; both increased in size quite a bit. She smiled and ran her hand across her stomach, and touched her new boobs in admiration—they were perfect. And only one more thing would make this more perfect.

Eve walked down the hallway and into her room. Next to her bed was a reformation pad, and at the moment, Ace was currently regenerating on top of it. Soon, the crow was completely formed, and he stepped off the pad with a smile, remembering all that had happened. “That was amazing!” he told the sergal as she closed the door. “I loved being digested like that. . .”

“I’m glad, dear,” Eve told her friend, smiling. She lay down on the bed, running a hand across her breasts first, then her belly. “Now, I’d love to see you worship the parts of me that you added onto by being my meal. If you’re up for it, of course. . .”

“Yes, absolutely!” the crow replied eagerly. “I’d love that.”

He sat down on the bed, and the two friends prepared to have another good time. That Thanksgiving dinner had been good—and now, it was time for dessert.

It was truly be a holiday to remember.