You suddenly felt a weird sensation on your feet… is it… something wet? You can’t look behind you… the feeling spreads to your ankles, as you hear the bird going wild in the back… wait… is she? She isn’t eating you is she? No… she wouldn’t be talking. Wait… why is it so… wet? Oh god. You soon realized what was happening. She was shoving you up her cloaca! The was already up to your knees, as she was clucking like hell! How the hell were you going to fit inside something so goddamn small!? And how the hell is your entire lower body inside her!??! How far can she stretch!? As you were screaming internally, the hen kept pulling you deeper and deeper, your legs bend inside, as she was taking in your torso. A ring of wet warmth was going up your body. Saliva was dripping down her beak… wait can a bird’s mouth water? No matter, your chest was now almost fully inside, as your hands were on the sides of the hens swollen belly. Little by little, you were getting more and more inside the hen… seems like she bit off more than she could chew, as pained sounds started to leave her throat. You were too large! But did that stop her? no. she was so close! You took one last look at the red shed you were in, as your face entered her cloaca. Now only your hands remain outside. But those were quickly slurped up inside. And then, your fate was sealed. The hen gave of a sigh, as she finally could rest. Whit a big full womb. Meanwhile inside you are freaking out. It is so… warm and gooey. And… it kinda smells good. What happens next?
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