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Okay, this definitely wasn't the kind of thing Tin should have been reading before bed. The young bird was getting all sorts of worked up, in more ways than one, as he scrolled through a shady-looking website supposedly full of all sorts real-world spooky stories. Everything was supposedly real and verified by their staff, sent in by those who had encountered the paranormal while going about their ordinary lives. There were shadowy shapes and silhouettes in bedrooms along with extended descriptions of terrible feelings of mortal fear associated with what they saw, but none of it was ever too substantial, never definitive. Maybe that was the outline of a face there, maybe that was a pair of eyes in a dark corner. Maybe that was even a glowing slash of a smile, just on the edge of the frame, captured in a blurry snapshot. There was something about that one in particular.

The warning wouldn't close even when Tin clicked the box that said "I understand." It cautioned him that extended viewing of the content of the site could cause certain entities to take notice of him, maybe even grow angry with him for staring. It was all very well done. Someone had worked very hard to make it all seem real. What did they call it, a creepypasta? Something like that. Just scrolling through those vague photos and stories, he couldn't help but feel a weird sense of creeping dread, a tangible sensation that crawled up his legs and went right between his thighs. In a weird way it was oddly arousing. He wasn't sure why his body was reacting like that, getting a little turned on, a little firm just from imagining that something might be watching him right that very moment, but he couldn't deny it. His bedroom was dark, the glow of the laptop screen over his feathery face the only light. Shadows moved with such ease in that place.

He wasn't sure when it had all changed. There was no bed anymore. No nightstand, no pictures or posters. Everything that had been familiar was gone, replaced instead by an endless, spiralling void. It had to be a dream, he told himself, slowly rising from his chair, the reflection of the screen glowing on his back. It grew dimmer in time, the light draining away, leaving him standing there, drifting in silence, wondering if he was somewhere out in space, or far below the surface of the planet. It was invigorating in a way, feeling the air passing over his feathers, finding himself totally naked when he wasn't moments ago. It was cold there, but not enough to be unpleasant. He simply needed a good blanket to cuddle up under - or a warm body to snuggle up against. And there she was.

He recognized the smile from the photos. It glowed in the endless dark, a glimmering slash of unceasing amusement that was the first thing he saw of her. The rest came into view as the light of her eyes washed over her shining curves. They were sleek, slippery, coated in a glistening substance that served to highlight the motherly shape of her hefty form. The moment he saw the toothy, smiling, six-eyed mother-monsters in the dark, he was in love. Of course he was afraid of what she could possibly do to him, with those teeth, those spikes about her shoulders and spine, those deadly claws, but he refused to run from her. Not when she was so soft, so sleek, so infinitely enticing to his senses. He'd always been waiting for the perfect monster, to meet the most gorgeously terrifying creature he could ever imagine, and all his dreams were coming true right in that moment. And besides. It was just a dream, right? If she hurt him, he'd surely wake up with a start and all would be well again.

She wasn't much for expressions, remaining locked in that permanent smile as he eagerly approached, but even he had to notice the shift in her body language. For all her horrific glory, he had managed to surprise her. Most people probably didn't go running towards her at first sight. Yet she adapted with ease, opening her arms and happily accepting him into her deep, squishy embrace. He moaned out loud just to sink into her hug, pressing up against her bust, letting the slime streak over his beak and feathers alike. It clung to him, but faded away surprisingly swiftly, only to be reapplied with every rub of her arm against his hide. A stroke, a scritch, a long stroke of her claw down his spine, and she got him snug beneath his arm. He nuzzled her, rubbed against her, practically humped her for how eagerly he got close to her, and she remained calm the whole while, singing him a song of welcome without moving her mouth. The gentle lullaby sounded somehow sultry, only furthering his arousal, getting him harder, wetter, dripping all over her slimy belly while she held him close to her exceptionally juicy bulk.

"They don't usually react as you did. But you are different," she said, her voice as sweet as the song she continued to sing even while she spoke. "I like what I see inside you."

He was so excited he could hardly think straight, nevermind speak.

"What do you - are you really here? Is this a dream or something more than one maybe? Are you - oh!" He threw his hands up in the air at the excitement of the realization. "You must be Senka. The, um, the eater of dreams! I was reading about you!"

"I know." She softly chuckled. "It was a dangerous thing you did. Every word you read brought my gaze upon you."

"I don't feel like you're going to hurt me ... maybe."

"Maybe." She tipped her head at him. "But I can gobble you up without hurting you."

The words alone were enough to send him into a frenzy, squeezing her, grinding on her, coming close to creaming himself at nothing more than the mere suggestion. He only grew more excited, more overloaded when she opened her jaws up wide, stretching them beyond the normal, letting them gape and gleam before him like a heavenly cave. The pure light shining from within her gullet served to highlight every little detail, every undulating muscle gulping at the thick drool she produced just to anticipate devouring him. She was hungry for him. The dream was the opportunity he'd been waiting for, agonizing over it, lusting for it, imagining how it would feel to vanish into a bigger, beautiful body. The only problem was the whole vanishing forever thing. Was he really willing to commit to it just for a few fleeting moments of absolute pleasure, no matter how intense? But if he was safe there in the unconscious world, anything could happen, even the most forbidden kinks ...

Back and forth went her tongue, slipping and sloshing from cheek to cheek, tooth to tooth. He watched it go, listened to it schlicking through her maw, flicking some thick gobs of her otherworldly saliva back and forth. Some of it splattered onto his face, clinging to his feathers, spreading her warmth to him. Her breath smelled so good, washing over his features, drenching him in that wet scent that wasn't like anything he'd ever experienced before, anything he could ever imagine. Then there came an extended moan, a sultry sound that echoed through his whole skull, leaving him to moan right back, and whimper. He couldn't stand it, couldn't handle the teasing any longer. Every sound she made was pleasure to his senses, keeping him pumping, throbbing, dripping with anticipation. When she licked him, he thought he might just pass out. Her tongue caressing across his face was ecstasy with every slurp, massaging into his mind, pleasuring his every single nerve all at once. Then it curled around his throat like a scarf, squeezing tight, choking him just a little. He still managed to moan plenty even in her grip.

Using her tongue like that didn't prevent her from speaking clearly. Her tone was as soft as ever, even motherly, cooing over him and how cutely horny he was while she teased him.

"You are a silly thing. Facing certain oblivion, and you're almost ready to blow. Will you do that for mama Senka, sweetie? Will you cum for me while I eat you up? I know how badly you've wanted this very thing ... and I want you to feel every, last, moment."

He knew it was a dream when his perspective shifted from his own eyes to some place outside his body. Every feeling was still there, but he was left watching himself as he cuddled in her arms, her drooly maw looming over his head. There wouldn't have been much to see if he was still looking through his own eyes. His head was soon engulfed in her maw, pointing towards the back of her throat, feeling those gripping squeezes as she gave a few wet gulps directly in his face. He watched as she dragged him inwards, kneading, pushing, groping him all over. He became a bulge deep there in his gullet, stretching her out just a little, mostly vanishing into her soft bulk. The nightmare mom was thick, plump, well-fed with all the minds and bodies she'd consumed before him. He was just another meal, but she was still going to savour him all the way down. He got to watch that tongue lashing about his lean body while he kicked and bucked and humped, calling out his pleasure in her gullet while she licked every last feather clean. She took every last drop of his taste for herself, sucking on his upper half, surrounding him with those deep, nearly deafening schlurrrks that came with sloshing around all that eldritch spit around his torso. It was only getting thicker while she worked on him, leaving the excess dribbling down her chin, showing him just how much she loved eating him whole.

Ulp, gulp, glorp came the sound of her gullet massaging him down into her body. He watched as his shape descended, wobbling in her thick neck, vanishing beneath her bosom, engulfed in her curves. His feet kicked through the dark air, toes curling in pleasure as she laid his cock upon her tongue. That was more than too much, sending him over the edge in moments, nearly screaming there in her depths as the pleasure surged through his body. It tingled, it blazed, it pumped hard and hot while he hosed himself down in spunk while wrapped up snug, halfway down her throat. Another heavy swallow slurped him in right in the middle of his orgasm, leaving him twitching, overstimulated, rushing into another cumshot all over again that blended into the first, overpowering his mind and leaving him blank. He watched as she finished him off, curling her tongue about his ankles, pressing at his feet, urging him down deep inside her curvy body until he thudded down deep into her belly. He watched her assets jiggle once he hit the bottom, her belly giving a lurch, bouncing for a while. She was ever so soft, fat with the padding that came from digesting so many cuties in their dreams, and he was going to be part of her. At least until he woke up. Even after unloading his balls like that, he still found himself stroking off inside her gut, swiftly churned and compressed from all sides as she started to digest him.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, putting out an extended, perhaps slightly exaggerated proclamation of pure pleasure as she finished off her meal. Then there came the dance of her tongue across her jaws, cleaning off the last of his delectable flavour, and then there came a sigh. "Ahhhhh. Good boy. Such a treat for your mama's tummy. And you made it so easy for me, too. No need to chase you down or lure you in. The best birdy put himself in my belly without even needing to be caught."

A normal creature might have taken days to properly digest a whole person like Tin. Senka worked through him all in the matter of minutes, poking and prodding at the bulge in her great big gut, letting it jiggle with every potent churn that squeezed in all around the bird's body. He struggled a little, just to watch the effects of those motions from afar. Senka's tits bounced up and down from those vigorous kicks and wriggles, the ripples passing all through her curves, through the soft, padded fat packed unto her gluttonous, nightmarish form. She belched up some of the air he displaced with his arrival, her tongue faintly flapping in the gust of hot air, and then she took to clutching her belly tight in both hands. A firm, deep massage of her chubby gut really got the juices flowing. A faint glow came there from beneath her slimy skin, shining out into the void that had once been his bedroom. She drained him, claimed him, melted him down ever so smoothly with every passing second. And there he was, suspended in the dark, watching the bulging details of his gut-wrapped silhouette smoothing over into indistinct, digested mush to slough down through her system, sucked into the living horror's intestines to be absorbed.

It didn't matter if his body was being destroyed right in front of his sight. He could still see every step of the process, could still watch everything that was happening to him even as sensation started to melt away with the rest of him. Senka writhed in ecstasy as she processed him, groping herself all over, squeezing deep into her own pudge, into her tits, her gut, her hips. He knew she was putting on a show for him, highlighting all those silky-soft curves, all the thickness he was adding to as she squeezed him through her system. It occurred to him in those moments that he was going to to see everything. He wasn't just going to get to watch himself get digested. If his viewpoint persisted, he was going to be floating right there, without a body, while she finished him off. And it wasn't going to be much longer, not with how loudly she was gurgling on him, stealing away every single detail, packing him onto her body where it mattered most. He could visibly observe her getting fatter, getting softer thanks to all the calories she'd stolen from him. She wore him as a trophy, jiggling so amply as she hauled her hefty ass up to turn away from him. If he still had a heart it would have been pounding when she lifted that fat tail high to give him a clear view of what was happening next.

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Oh god, she was really going to do it, right in front of him. She put her hands on her hips and swayed that ass for him a few times, letting her tail swish just above. Those cheeks were big enough to crush someone, so very round and heavy, and he had a clear view of that dark, broad hole nestled in between. A nice plump ring that he would have been happy to slurp started flexing while she lowered herself down, squatting in what used to be his bedroom before he drifted into her dream world to be consumed. He got to watch that pucker flex and bulge, expanding as she squeezed out the digested remains of his body, all feathery and bright. The nightmare shit he had become glowed like the rest of her, shining in the darkness while she pushed him out with a flex of that thick ass, piling up a mound of waste all strewn with feathers and bones. She even threw in a few musical moans while she did it to let him know she was enjoying that humiliating finish, covering up the cruder noises of dumping him to the floor. He watched those coils accumulate in a great big mess there beneath her rear, pushing from her perfect ass, all digested and used up by her ravenous, eldritch appetite.

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Were this the real thing, that would be all he ever was, for the rest of time. But of course, it was just a dream, one he was overdue on waking up from by then. She rose when she was finished, turning to look right at him once more. He didn't even have a corporeal body, and yet she seemed to stare directly into his eyes, into his soul perhaps. She could see him, and for those fleeting moments, a sense of horror started washing over him. Maybe it wasn't as fake as he thought. Maybe she hadn't told him the truth. Or maybe it still counted, even in a dream. There was still something left of him, something floating there that could see and think and feel a deep sense of fear overtaking everything else. She licked her lips and began her approach, leaving him wondering just what she was hungry for. Digesting his body hadn't been enough. She wanted more, wanted everything he could give her. And there was nothing -

There it went. He blinked to consciousness there in his own, familiar chair, having nodded off in front of his laptop. That he didn't remember closing his eyes didn't matter. Everything was where he left it, including that spooky website and all its stories of eldritch horrors and dream eaters who sang lullabies in the dark. Silly stuff really, but he couldn't criticize it when it had been so kind as to grant him the best dream of his entire life. He still couldn't believe how real it felt. He was sitting there in his chair, all stretched out, covered in cum, and he hadn't even softened yet. His cock thumped up against his belly, swelling out so taut it was almost painful to the touch. He carefully stroked a single finger up and down his shaft, whimpering at how sensitive it was, almost too afraid to grasp it and start stroking off to the memory of the motherly nightmare creature. He could still see her so clearly in his mind, could remember the texture of his tongue on his face, the scent of her breath. It was still there, as if still clinging to his skin even in waking life. It was only through the slowly dawning sensation of a massive, dangerous presence that he eventually realized she was right behind him.

Of course she was. A creature like her wasn't going to let him off with a single layer of a dream. He had to still be sleeping. That was the only possible explanation for why there was a massive, slimy, naked monster sitting on the edge of his bed, looking so elegantly plump. She was still carrying all the extra fat she'd put on from digesting him the first time, and she made that extra apparent when she took a double handful of her tits, squishing deep into their added heft while she flashed him that eternal smile. It glowed through his room, casting the familiar surroundings in an eerie light, leaving him feeling like a stranger in his own home. She beckoned to him, a deep laugh echoing up from within her gullet. It hardly sounded like her own voice, so much as that of someone lurking inside the eldritch body he saw before him. He had to admit he was a little afraid to see her transcend the rules of reality like that. This time felt so much more real than the first. This time felt like it was for keeps.

"Tin, dear. You didn't really think I'd let you go just like that, did you? A tasty morsel like you, I simply won't be satisfied until I've had everything." There she went, licking and smacking her lips all wetly again in the way that made him shudder with lust. "And I know how much you'd love that. Sink down inside of me and let me keep you for eternity ... let me erase you and everything you are and were, everything you ever could have been ..."

That was the kind of offer that made him gape, made him stare off into space as the awe of what she was saying truly dawned on him. Everything he'd ever thought about, fantasized about, masturbated about, right there on the table for him. All he had to do was give her all he'd ever been. Even as he considered it, and all the terrifying, existential implications, he found himself wandering just a little closer to her, inch by inch, creeping along the carpet until he was standing right before her. His body knew where he belonged, even if his mind was still accepting it. He stood basking in her presence, in her shimmering light that shone right into his soul, and he couldn't help but fall into her slippery embrace. His legs just seemed to give out, and he didn't think it was because she was controlling him in any way. Though the song she sang sounded just a little like a moan, keeping him enticed, a sigh of relief escaping him when she hugged him up tight to her chest, squeezing on his spine. She was as powerful as she was gentle, making him feel like the safest bird in the world while she held him, even with a permanent fate looming ever so close. All he had to do was step over the edge into the abyss.

"You'll do it ... you'll really do it, won't you? Will it hurt?"

"Of course not, sweetie. Mama wouldn't do that to you. Give me your hand and I will take care of the rest. I'll send you into a sweet dream where I can eat you over and over once your real self is all digested. I could never get tired of consuming such a cutie."

Even the slightest movements of her body produced a slick, supernaturally arousing sound. He was trembling all over with the lust that powered through his form. If he turned her down now, he'd have been forever wondering, forever wanting, regretting that he didn't give into her when he had the chance. There was no question about it. Reaching one hand up, he confidently placed it on her tongue, and felt it curl around his wrist. Just like that, she had him, tasting him, pulling him in ever so slowly. This time, there was no shift in perspective. There was no dream logic to be found, just him, his living, breathing self, getting slurped into a monster's maw. She was as real as anything, even if she'd crawled from the most twisted of nightmares, and her mouth felt sleek and humid as she engulfed him to the elbows. He found himself reaching right down her throat, feeling those rippling muscles squeezing on his outstretched fingers. She might have been soft all over, but within, she was a powerhouse, a machine built to consume, to devour living mortals just like him. That she had the patience to take her time with him told him how much she loved to do this, how much she was enjoying him. It would have been so easy to devour him in seconds and move onto the next morsel, but she wanted him.

A smooth slide into her open jaws had her teeth framing his vision. The glow was bright in his eyes but never blinding, illuminating the process so that even as he started slipping into her throat, he could watch himself descending. Every squeeze, every slurp of those undulating throat muscles kneading around his face, his cheeks, and then his shoulders was one he could watch in shaken wonder. It almost felt too good. He couldn't possibly focus on all the stimulation at once. The schlicking slide down into that constricting tube, the flexing, kneading, squeezing pressure coming down from all sides, the rich, wet ulllp glrrrrk that came with her gulping him down so wetly. She was drooling for him. It poured down over his back, soaked his chest, and then trickled down his belly and thighs as she slid deeper into her hungering jaws. He felt her hands kneading over him here and there, taking deep squeezes of his muscles as if to remind him just what good meat he was, how juicy and appetizing he was for the slimy devourer of dreams and eager birds alike. Even with her mouth full and her throat stuffed to bulging with his body, she still had plenty of moans to give him, echoing all around him with those sultry sounds, rattling his delicate bones with the song of her delight to be devouring him.

Digestion loomed closer and closer as he slipped sweetly into her warmth, into the tight massage of her internal embrace. He wiggled his toes a little, fluffing up and shaking his head, whimpering for how good he felt. When his cock slipped along the surface of her wriggling tongue, he couldn't help himself. It took just a few slick slides and he was already blowing his load, already cumming for sweet mama Senka. It gushed all over him, soaking his feathers, dribbling down her throat along with the rest of him. She gulped it along with him, making sure to lick his twitching cock and tease his balls and taint alike just to keep him squirting, keep him unloading as he shuddered and thrashed with the pleasure overtaking him all the way down. He was numb by the time he was finished, only able to faintly whimper, feeling completely drained. She'd taken all the pleasure from him he could possibly give, and all that was left was to sink down into the blissful oblivion of her stomach. Slumber tugged at the edges of his senses, tempting him into a deep sleep as he touched down in the bottom of her belly, listening to the soothing slosh like ocean waves as those ravenous juices poured over his captive from. Not much longer and he was going to be completely consumed, swallowed whole by the living dream, by the seductive nightmare come to life.

"This is really happening ..." he found himself murmuring.

Senka's voice rang true and clear in his ears even with his body snugly wrapped up tight in her gullet.

"Yesssss," she delightedly hissed. "Mine, all mine. How does it feel, sweet birdy?"

"It feels ... it's everything I ever wanted." His voice was weak down there, but he let himself babble on anyway. "You're perfect, you're all I could ever ask for, I want to be yours, part of you, with you, kept by you ..."

"I will keep you close for all time, sweetie. Almost done now. Let's get you in my belly."

All it took was one more big swallow. She tossed her head up and shook him down with her best impression of a hungry alligator, lashing his legs back and forth with the surprisingly violent motion. Yet even for that slight aggression, she never hurt him. She tucked him away, safe and wet down in the slime of her stomach, jiggling there beneath her ample bust. A messy slurp of his legs and feet polished him off, putting out an extended, exaggerated schlurrrrrrrrp that ended up with a wet pop. And then he was gone, sent down by the overwhelming force of her eldritch peristalsis, stuffed into her gut to have a lovely snooze. He wanted to experience digestion for real, to feel his body being destroyed, permanently erased for the sake of some extra fat on her monstrous body, but the temptation to drift off was simply too strong. She let out a heavy sigh and slumped down to relax, stroking her prey, kneading him as the juices flowed, simmering him deep down in the belly of the nightmare while his eyelids fluttered and the dreamscape she had so meticulously crafted for him overtook his conscious thought. He wasn't going to miss out. So many more pleasures awaited him there in the unconscious realm.

Deep down in his dreams, she found him again and again. It might have been mere minutes he was sleeping, but to him, it felt like hours, days, eternity. She devoured him again and again, in all manner of ways. Sometimes she did it slowly and sensually, sometimes she shoved him down like the monster she was, but each time ended the same. She digested him and she squeezed him out somewhere in the endless void, humiliating him time and time again for what felt like the entirety of existence. And while that deeply arousing nightmare went on in his mind, she worked on his true body. A sloshing, gurgling, digestive process worked over the soft birdy gworlging away in her digestive juices. They weren't exactly acids. She was kinder than that, instead simmering him in those strange, eldritch fluids that liquefied him without any of it being too gruesome. Instead, she melted him into something softer, something more like goo that grew thinner with each gurgle, his features persisting for as long as they could before they stretched out and grew indistinct. He spent forever in the nightmare until his purpose as her prey felt like it was everything he'd ever known, and he only woke up in the final stages of the process, when there was hardly anything left.

"Good morning, sweetie. I'm almost done with you."

He shouldn't have been able to hear her, or feel anything at all when he was so thoroughly digested, but that didn't matter. She broke him down into nothing more than liquid, passing him deeper into the winding tunnel of her intestines, and yet he remained trapped there, fully aware of what was happening to him every single step of the way. He felt himself passing through her body, felt her absorbing him, claiming him, draining away his thoughts and memories just as much as she digested his physical form. There was nothing left but his devotion to her and her glorious body. She was his goddess, and he was serving his intended purpose by becoming part of her forever. His mind faded to black in those final moments, and she drained him of everything else in the process too. It wasn't just his melted body that she digested deep down inside her depths. There was a soul to churn away as well, melting from azure glimmer to dull, colourless sludge. And more than that, she absorbed everything she was, every thought, every idea, every memory everyone had of him. It was like he had never been there to begin with. His home was simply an empty unit, unoccupied for months, falling into disrepair. Reality rewrote itself with every passing moment.

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There was only one last trace of him to be found, but no one would ever know it was him. And she was ready to dispose of it. This time, it was for real. No matter how many times he'd dreamed of it, how many times she'd treated him to the same humiliating fate in that false reality, this time, it counted. He was really, truly gone, digested for good, turned into nightmare shit for her to squeeze out on his bed. Her ass was plenty thick from all the nutrients she'd taken from erasing him from the universe, leaving her to squat low and lift her fat tail up. That necessitated her holding it with one hand just to keep it out of the way while she dumped him on the blankets that had once been his. They belonged to no one now, and no one would want them with glowing, mountainous mess piling up atop them, steaming in the coolness of the night. She huffed, she faintly grunted, and she even gave a moan or two while she pushed what was left of Tin from that shiny hole. That mountain of otherworldly waste, that glowing monster shit, was all that would ever remain of him, the last evidence he'd ever existed. There wasn't a single feather or bone left to identify him. She'd taken everything, and he would be part of her forever, jiggling on her nightmare curves, enticing the next silly preything to take the forever-dive into her gullet. The only one who would know he'd been there was Senka herself.

The room grew darker as she neared completion, pleasantly squeezing, smoothly dumping him out until there was nothing left but the tower of coiled shit. She rose and left it where it was, vanishing off into the night in search of more minds to taste, more dreams to devour, and she took him everywhere she went, leaving behind only the void. In time, the door to his place sealed off, leaving only a blank wall where the entrance might have been, and it wasn't much longer that the building became nothing more than an empty lot. No one had ever been there. Nothing had ever stood there. Nobody paid it any mind when they passed by, not questioning the unused space in the middle of the neighbourhood. And as for those who'd known the bird, it was like they never had. He vanished from their contact lists, and memories of those shared times became something different in their minds. They didn't question his disappearance because he had never been. It was left to mama Senka alone to know that he was with her, part of her, body, soul, and identity alike, just like so many meals before. Nobody would ever know how gluttonous she truly was but her when no one could remember who she'd eaten like that. He'd finally got his wish, and it cost him everything he could give. Yet if he was still capable of feeling anything, he would have known he'd made the right choice in giving himself to someone so much greater, so much wiser, someone so beautiful he couldn't fathom ever being anything but hers. She was always meant to keep him from the moment he was born.