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It was perhaps an odd choice for a quiet, shy owl like Hugh, but for some reason he found the perpetual noise and dim lighting of the club oddly comforting after a stressful week. Everything was weighing on him at once. He didn't want to get into it, not even to himself. Whether it was work, family, or other personal things, he was ready to just collapse. Rather than drown his sorrows though, he instead took to people-watching and enjoying the slow, thumpy music. There was something oddly seductive about the night's tunes, something dark and sensual to those leisurely beats. Sitting there in one of the booths, nursing his single drink for the night, and feeling the bass roll through him was enough of an escape that he could forget about, well, everything for a little while. He was just about to commit himself to relaxing when he saw her.

Hugh really had no idea how he'd managed to miss her in the first place. At first glance he thought she might be an eagle of some sort, but that wasn't right. It was hard to tell in the darkness of the club, but he knew his fellow birds pretty well. A lovely, shapely vulture sat sipping something from a tall glass. Her visible feathers looked as if they were dusted in gold, which explained her choice of a simple black dress. She didn't need to wear anything fancy when she brought her own elegance with that shiny plumage. Every curve, every highlight of her form was that much more obvious by her sheer size. She was wide, soft, thick, and ever so tall at that. Hugh was instantly afflicted with a deep, piercing sense of intimidation. There was no way she'd be interested in someone as small and shy as him, right? Surely there were guys lining up just out of sight to get a chance with her. It was best for everyone involved if he just stayed silent and forgot about speaking to her. Which was exactly why he - wait, oh no. He was getting up. His body was moving all on its own! Or at least that was what he told himself to justify his uncharacteristic streak of bravery.

The vulture looked him over when she saw him fumbling over, propelled by his own seemingly possessed legs. She was even bigger from up close. Older, too. She was an elegant, experienced woman who wore her age with pride, and who was all the more shapely for it. His heroic burst of forwardness almost shattered when she gave him a glare so piercing she might as well have shot him. One good look of those green eyes and he was ready to just give up and hit the floor, to collapse in a pile of embarrassment for having even dared approach such a rapturous beauty. Somehow he remained standing. That was an even more impressive feat of endurance while she scanned up and down his body in a deeply penetrating, even violating sort of way. He couldn't hide anything from her, that much he could tell. A few glances was enough for her to figure out the full extent of his anatomy and intentions alike.

"Hmm. Yes, bonjour. You wish to say something?"

Her accented voice was at the same time sharp as it was oddly seductive. There was a coldness to her but it was a sexy one. He couldn't quite explain it. She wasn't harsh, simply firm about what she meant, and blunt. He had no idea what he was doing, nor what his endgame might have been, but he was operating on pure impulse the likes of which he so rarely allowed himself anymore.

"Well. Yes. Something, I think," he began. Not the strongest start. He gave a shake of his head and nodded to her. "I'm Hugh, and I was just wondering ... well, I don't even know. I saw you, and then, here I was."

It was subtle, but he saw the smile arcing over her beak. She looked at him as if she was the owl and he was a mouse. Her gaze was enough to make him feel as if he was being actively shrunken on the spot, ready to vanish into the cracks in the floor the longer she stared at him. Finally, she nodded.

"Hello Hugh. Vivian. You are not the sort of boy who does this regularly, are you?" When that seemed a harsh assessment, she softened it with more words. "I do not mind. You've endeared yourself. And you've been clearly lusting for me from the very first glance. But can you give me everything I want?"

"Well I ..." He thought he might burst into flames for the sheer blush that hit him. With a deep breath, he braced himself, puffed his chest a little, and nodded. "I can definitely try."

"Good. Your enthusiasm will serve you well. I need a boy who knows how to cum. When we finish, I may eat you for a late dinner. Just so you know."

And he thought she was blunt before. She spoke not just of sex, but of devouring him alive as if it were nothing more than a simple transaction. His mind grew so noisy he couldn't form any sort of singular opinion of how he felt about the whole thing. It was at the same time a promise and a threat, tantalizing and terrifying all in one. At least she was smiling. She sat up in her seat and then reached out a hand. He didn't hesitate to take it. When he felt her squeeze, he knew he was as good as caught. His mind went empty. She'd enchanted him with her mother vulture magic. He could think of nothing but being with her. When she stood alongside him, he had to tip his head right back just to see her face. He was little higher than her hip, left with a good look of her round rump swaying as she walked and tugged him along. They didn't speak a single word more as she led him from the pumping noise of the club and into the night air that awaited outside. That was precisely how he stayed for as long as it took for her to walk him home. The tip-tap of their talons on the sidewalk was the only sound for several minutes. It was like the whole city stopped just to let them pass.

He spent that time with his eyes wide and unbelieving, his body all rigid, and his heart pounding. His breathing remained relatively steady, at least. Every inhale brought him more of her sweet, caramel scent. That same impulse that had driven him to her told him to bury his face in her feathers and simply sniff her for more of that divine natural perfume. He got his wish when they stepped through the lobby of a towering building and into the elevator. No sooner were they fully alone and she pinned him to the wall. They ascended floors while she smothered him in her downy softness, with his own beak conveniently stuffed right into her cleavage. Her bust was modest, but still easy to get lost in. His feet didn't even touch the floor anymore. He was trapped there between her body and the wall, left to nuzzle at her while she held him there. Eventually he wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing, so he listened to that reckless voice inside and did the first thing that came to mind. Vivian softly laughed when she felt his tongue caressing along her golden feathers.

"Ahh. It is always the shy ones who are the most eager. I suspect I might make you blow your load before we even get to my floor if I'm not careful. Isn't that right?"

He couldn't do much to answer her when he was smothered like that, absolutely immersed in her lovely tits, drinking in her scent. A few squirms was the best he could do, along with a muffled mmmf that was supposed to sound affirmative.

"You are very cute, Hugh. It was a dangerous thing you did, you know. Just walking up to a deadly old bird like me? Why, who knows what might become of you? Though I can tell you one thing for certain. You needn't worry about a thing. Whatever's troubling you, we will work it out in bed, together."

For a moment there was something smoothing in her tone, though for the most part it was as even as ever. She smooshed him and clutched him close all throughout the extensive elevator ride, and just like that, he felt as if everything was going to be alright. He thought to hide how troubled he was from her, but he already knew how foolish it was to keep secrets from the perceptive vulture. She knew everything about him from just a glance. What he liked. How to make him feel good. It was enough to excite him to the point he nearly did precisely as she predicted. Only with a little grunt of effort and some deep focus did he keep himself from going off and hitting orgasm just from being close to her divinely fluffy body. That would have certainly ruined things. Or maybe it wouldn't have.

His feet never touched the floor again. She carried him off in her arms as if they were newly married, pecking at his cheek while she led them into her penthouse suite. It was modest as far as those things went. She decorated sparsely and kept things to a distinct black and gold hue. Not a trace of anything else. It was all very coordinated. Exotic scents wafted from her kitchen, rich enough to briefly distract him from the gilded bird who clutched him close. It wasn't until they reached her bed - with its black covers trimmed with gold, matching with the rest of the house - that he managed to relax at all. She set him down and was swiftly on top of him. In truth, everything was a blur up until that moment. Hadn't he just been looking at her from afar, considering if he ought to say hello? They'd barely even conversed, and just like that, they were home together, with her clutching him by the wrists and pinning him down. She wasn't just bigger than him, she was stronger too, and she wasn't afraid to use her weight to get her way and keep him flat beneath her. Needless to say, the whole thing made him throb, until his whole lower body twitched with his neediness.

"V-Vivian ... " he nervously chirped.

The sound made her close her eyes and tilt her head back with a deep, resonant moan.

"Mmm. I like when they whimper my name. But do calm yourself. Let me take control. What is there to worry about when you place your trust in my talons?"

He couldn't argue with that. Rather than squirm, he tried breathing a little slower, and laying his arms out by his sides. His body was hers to toy with however she wished. She certainly knew what she was doing better than he ever could. He felt her beak softly stroke along his chest, her curved claws scritch along his sides. Eventually, she grasped his clothes. He hadn't worn anything especially fancy to the club. If he'd known his night would end this way, he might have dressed up. It didn't matter. She easily stripped him with no particular fanfare. One layer then another, and his cock was standing up tall for her to see. She didn't bother with it just yet. Not until he was completely naked there upon the expansive bed. It was built to be roomy even for someone of her size, and it felt like he was sinking down in the middle of a soft, soothing ocean. His eyes were wide. A little coo of owl noise escaped him when she stood up tall and shrouded him entirely in her shadow while she started to slide that dark dress from her shoulders and reveal even more of her plump body to him. He stood rigidly at attention for the unveiling of every single bare feather.

"Tell me, Hugh. Have you been with a woman of my size before? Or my age, for that matter?"

"I, um. No ma'am," he quickly replied. "Well. I suppose I'm not sure how old you actually are."

"Older than you might think. Recent years have been kind to me. I was always so tall, so awkward, and only now have I filled out with these curves."

She emphasized her shape with a slow stroke along her sides. Her claws worked well in highlighting the broadness of her hips. Then she licked her beak and leaned herself towards him.

"Of course, I have boys like you to thank for that. Would you like to feel how soft they've made me?"

"Yes please," he simply said, with a few quick nods.

With enough anxiety at once it seemed to almost loop back around into a calm, even meditative state that kept him solely focused on her. He felt confident and ready to take anything she could possibly give. Probably. Maybe. All it took to get him in position was a gentle push of his shoulder. She crawled onto the bed over top of him. He felt the strings sag down beneath her weight as he was completely concealed in the shadow of her golden warmth. The first caress of her feathers over his shaft was enough to make him twitch all over. She was big enough to smother her belly against his cock while she was face to face with him. He breathed slowly, shakily. It was the best he could do to keep from cumming on her right that very moment. The mere feeling of her soft, squishy middle was more than enough to push him near the edge.

He wasn't sure what to do with his hands. His arms were stiff at his sides and his whole body remained rigid. He was the opposite of relaxed, no matter how soothing her touch and scent might have been. Only when she rose up once more to place some weight on his shaft did he move again. A good squirm beneath her fine, downy rump and a few coos and groans alike put a smirk on her beak. Perhaps a bit of a wicked one, or maybe that was just the vulture way. He felt her talons sliding along the side of his head until she had him by the scruff of his feathers. A tug brought his face closer to watch her slowly scoot towards his face. She moved her body carefully, so as not to crush him. He gazed at the dark folds of her pussy, and the wet feathers all around. The scent of her lust told him she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, or at least he hoped so. He'd just have to convince her with his tongue.

Such a refined older lady was well suited to a throne. She made one of his face as she smothered her sex down over his face until he was entirely immersed in her heat and desire. A deep breath and he set to licking. Really, he was impressed at his own initiative, and his eagerness too. One good taste was enough to make him an addict. He slurped and slobbered up and down those partly hidden folds with his face buried deep in her wet feathers. When he wasn't huffing her scent he licked it from inside of her, slipping right past the initial resistance of those lips to penetrate her with the wriggling tip of his tongue. He couldn't get it in all that far, but it was the thought that counted, surely. A sigh rolled through her ample body, one which he hoped was pleasure rather than impatience. By the way she slowly rode his face in smooth, rolling grinds of her hips, she was quite pleased to be precisely where she was.

Eventually she pulled from him, leaving his face a mess of matted feathers, coated in her fragrance. He soaked in her and panted softly, eyes half closed. She glimmered like pure gold in his blurred vision. A slip and slide and she was on top of him again, his feathery blanket, concealing all. He was little more than a pair of feet sticking out between her thighs when she laid herself across him to utterly bury him in her plumage. Caught between her bust once more, he nuzzled and sniffed and even licked when he realized he totally could. Of course she wouldn't mind. Not when she was already sinking down on his cock. He stood up so rigid she didn't even need to grasp his shaft to line him up. He was ready. When she pressed those tender petals against his tip, he briefly cried out, made a little hoot, and then finally allowed himself to relax a little. One long sigh became an extended mutual moan as she made him penetrate her. They basked together in mutual pleasure while he sank all the way inside to feel her heat envelop him, their voices mingling into a singular song of slightly screeched delight.

By the time he was buried deep inside her, he couldn't even manage a hoot. It was all gasping, sometimes whimpering from there on while the elegant vulturess rode him. She moved slowly, deliberately at first. The position wasn't the best for getting a good angle on him, but it certainly allowed her to press as much of her soft body against him as she possibly could while they fucked. She didn't need to be rough with him to propel him to the precipice in moments. He tensed up again when he felt the urge to simply blow right then and there. Instead, he desperately grasped his way down her body and eventually found a spot around her hips to cling to, holding tight to her backside while she massaged his dick with that velvety pussy. That was enough to allow him to endure just a little longer. Longer enough at least to listen to her teasing. He poked his beak up from between her tits to watch her deliver those honey-sweet words, enraptured by her every sultry syllable.

"Go on, Hugh. There's no need to hold back. You want to cum inside me, don't you? But ..." She briefly paused, slowly grinding on his shaft, pushing him in and out of her sweltering sex. "The moment you do, I'm going to strike."

"Nhnnh ...?" He managed to whimper in such a way to sound like a question.

"That's right. Just as I said. I'm going to devour you, pretty owl. A glimpse of you was enough to make up my mind. I want to take your weight and make it part of me, some extra padding for me to heft and grope. I'll have such fun squeezing your contributions."

Her words remained steady, even as she bounced on his cock all throughout her speech. She leaned her head down until she was beak to beak with him.

"Look into my gullet and imagine how it will feel to slide down into my fat belly. I can't wait to spend my evening digesting you."

There it was. The words were almost enough on their own, but the sight of her opening wide right in front of his face, stretching that wet beak out until he could see the back of her throat, that was what finally set him off. He held on for an impressive amount of time, for someone as eager as him. A sudden jolt of his hips up into her soft body was enough to make her curves jiggle. Then he clenched his eyes tight while he let his seed shoot straight into her pussy. She didn't hesitate for a second. The moment the first rope of owl spunk entered her, she lunged forth, and pushed his face into her mouth. From there, it was a shoving, urgent process of feasting on him. She gobbled him down even as she rolled her hips and milked him dry. His cock was slightly numb by the time he finished cumming, and even then he still twitched inside her, his lust fuelled by the slick squeeze of her throat all wrapped around his feathery head.

Drenched in vulture drool, he could only wetly gasp when he felt the first swallow. It pulsed around his features and dragged him deeper. Vivian worked fast. Her beak looked sharp, even deadly, but she was careful with it. It glossed harmlessly down his chest and spine while she slurped him into the darkness and started to gulp him. Two greedy hands gripped him by the rump while she pulled him from her soaked pussy, a strand of cum stretching out from his cock and those gleaming lips. He hadn't softened. Sliding up along her belly feathers while she raised him into the air was enough to get another whimper from him on the way into her open beak. It fit snugly around him, but it never seemed to strain her. She was as flexible as she was ravenous. Her body was built to consume cuties just like him and she worked efficiently to stuff him away with ease. His only regret was not getting to savour the process of being eaten whole, but the overwhelming rush of sensation kept him ecstatic all the way down.

One more solid swallow sealed the deal. She slurped her way along his feathery thighs and polished him off with a spray of spit. The bulge of his body descended and grew much more indistinct when it reached its slimy destination. When he dipped into her gut, he did all he could to be a good meal. Curling up, pulling his knees to his chest, keeping his talons away from the walls as best he could. Anything to ensure he didn't give the hungry old bird a stomachache. If vultures could even get those. The walls pressed in all around him tightly the moment he was inside. He heard the first aggressive gurgle, but he didn't panic. That tight, dark, heated space might not have been pleasant in an obvious sense, but he felt right at home. Tucked away and kept close to the gorgeous woman's body was the perfect end to his night. The air was thin and his head was spinning. He felt her patting him from the outside. He wriggled a little until his gurgling surroundings churned up into a great big satisfying belch that burst up from her open beak to announce the end of her dinner.

From there it was simply a matter of resting. She puffed her chest out to draw in as much air as she could, then let it all out in one long sigh. He followed suit, though he couldn't manage quite as big of one down there. As pretty as she might have been, she was a vulture, gifted with a talented stomach that was soon to prove inhospitable. He didn't mind. There was something oddly comforting even in feeling his own body melting down. The nastiest parts were clouded from his mind, leaving him just with the squelching noises and the sense of weakness that came with that full-body relaxation spreading over him. That sensation of course from his body being sizzled away by powerful acids, but for him, it was just an extended, slightly aggressive sauna experience that left his feathery body bare and slushing down into itself while it rapidly weakened and softened. Vivian stroked over the shape of him poking out in her plump belly, and in time her massaging strokes squished down over his softening form. He turned to mush inside the curvaceous vulture while she dozed and admired her prey-heft, growing thicker with every single churn.

Eventually they both drifted off. For her, it was just a long, satisfied sleep, and for him it was the end. He sloshed and squelched until there was little left of him. Vivian's body worked efficiently to absorb every last bit of him, until there was nothing left but the extra pudge she wore like a trophy. She snoozed until morning and awoke refreshed and ample with the new padding. Admiring that could come later. She rose in all her golden glory from that oversized bed and strolled to a bathroom custom-tailored to someone of her size. And appetites. That meant the toilet was as large as it was efficient. She settled her bare rump upon it and kept her tailfeathers high. A mildly grunt, a soft sigh, and a broad yawn all came before the inevitable end.

There wasn't much left of Hugh to recognize. Perhaps a feather or two survived the journey through the vulture's digestive system, but his bones certainly hadn't. They'd been pulverized by her body, absorbed to give the older lady some lovely nutrients. The rest poured down to the water below as thick vulture shit. Mostly white, there were a few more solid pieces amid the mess. She flushed preemptively and sat squeezing him out for several minutes more. It was an extended process of relieving herself of the last of him, but certainly not an uncomfortable one. She softly hummed to herself while she did that dirty business. Her body was made for this, built by it, and another cute boy on her hips was hardly a burden. She was only going to get softer for as long as there were eager, horny young things to snatch up and have for dinner. Hugh had found his place at least, and it was upon her shiny curves, as well as swirling down into the pipes below as the fattened vulture flushed again.