Birdo’s Eating Adventure Setting: Subcon, a whimsical dream world. A vibrant crowd gathers around a massive fruit pile for Birdo’s Eating Contest. Birdo, the pink, egg-spitting diva, stands poised with her vacuum-like mouth, facing off against Yoshi, the green dinosaur with a lightning-fast tongue. The Shy Guy judge raises a flag to signal the start. Yoshi: (grinning) “Birdo! I’m gonna be the superstar of this contest! Our friendship won’t stop me from beating you today!” Birdo: (smirking, adjusting her bow) “Oh, Yoshi, you adorable little dino! You think you can out-eat me? This trophy’s mine, and I’ll suck down anything—or anyone—to win!” She winks, her jiggly boobs bouncing slightly as she pats her slightly chubby belly. “Hope this contest doesn’t ruin my figure, but I’m ready to feast!” Narrator: The contest begins! The crowd cheers as Birdo and Yoshi dive into the towering pile of apples, bananas, and melons. Birdo unleashes her vacuum mouth, gulping down fruit at a dizzying pace, her cheeks puffing out comically. Yoshi counters with his quick tongue, snagging mouthfuls with precision. For the first ten minutes, they’re neck and neck, fruit flying everywhere. Birdo: (giggling between gulps) “Keep up, Yoshi! My mouth’s a force of nature!” Her boobs jiggle enticingly with each hearty suck, drawing a few whistles from the crowd as she leans forward. Yoshi: (panting) “I’ve got this, Birdo! My tongue’s too fast for you!” He slurps up a melon whole, his belly starting to round out. Narrator: Twenty minutes in, Yoshi gains a considerable lead, his tongue flicking like a whip. Birdo, undeterred, ramps up her effort, her vacuum mouth whirring louder. Suddenly, she stumbles, letting out a massive belch that shakes the ground, her bloated tummy wobbling. The crowd gasps, and she blushes, her jiggly boobs heaving as she catches her breath. Yoshi: (laughing) “Looks like you don’t have the stomach for this! My belly’s barely grown!” Birdo: (glaring, voice low) “Oh, I’ll show you, you cheeky dino!” Her eyes narrow with vengeful intent. She stomps past the fruit pile, her sights set on Yoshi. With a sultry smirk, she cranks her vacuum mouth to maximum power, the air whistling as she aims it at him. Yoshi: (shocked) “Wah! Awwwaaa—” He’s yanked off his feet, sucked toward Birdo’s gaping maw. Birdo: (purring) “Oh, Yoshi, time to be my special prize!” With a triumphant gulp, she swallows him whole. Her belly balloons massively as she lets out a satisfied sigh. Her jiggly boobs bounce with the effort, now even more pronounced as the crowd erupts in a mix of shock and cheers. The Shy Guy judge, flustered, raises Birdo’s flag, declaring her the winner. Birdo: (rubbing her enormous tummy) “Whew, I’m stuffed! You were delicious, Yoshi!” She pats her belly, feeling him wiggle helplessly inside, which stirs up a loud belch. Nonchalant, she smirks. “Settle down in there, cutie. This champ needs some private time!” With a sway of her hips, she waddles away from the contest area, her massive figure drawing admiring glances. Narrator: Birdo retreats to a secluded spot under a giant mushroom in Subcon, her bloated belly gurgling loudly as Yoshi squirms within. She lounges back, her jiggly boobs resting heavily on her chest, their softness accentuated. Over the next hour, her stomach begins its long digestion process. The initial rumbles are intense, her tummy working overtime to break down her massive meal. She squeezes her boobs playfully, marveling at their increased softness and size, the nutrients from Yoshi enhancing their allure. “Mmm, you’re making these tits even better,” she murmurs, a sensual edge to her voice as she traces their curves. As time passes, the digestion slows, her belly shrinking but retaining a soft layer of pudge—a permanent reminder of her feast. The gurgling becomes a steady hum, and Birdo feels a strange warmth spreading lower. Her vagina, usually subtle, begins to plump up, the nutrients fueling a subtle but noticeable fullness between her thighs. She shifts, a pleased hum escaping her lips as she explores this new sensation with a delicate touch, her body adapting to the excess in a delightfully erotic way. Hours later, the process continues. Her belly, now significantly smaller, still carries a gentle roundness. The digestion deepens, and she notices her butt gaining a slight but firm increase in size, the fat redistributing as her body fully absorbs Yoshi. She stands, admiring her reflection in a nearby pond, her jiggly boobs swaying, her plump vagina adding a new contour to her hips, and her slightly bigger butt giving her a curvier silhouette. “Maybe I should be a weight loss model,” she laughs, striking a pose, her confidence soaring. The digestion stretches into the afternoon, her stomach emitting occasional soft gurgles as the last of Yoshi is processed. She lies back, letting her hands roam over her transformed body—her boobs now a focal point of softness, her vagina plump and sensitive, her butt rounded just enough to enhance her strut. The process is slow and sensual, each gurgle a reminder of her victory. She imagines the magazine shoot, her jiggly assets on display, and smirks at the thought of turning her conquest into fame. By evening, her belly is a fraction of its former size, the pudge settled into a cute, permanent layer. The digestion has left her body reshaped—her boobs fuller and more enticing, her vagina plumper with a newfound allure, and her butt slightly bigger, adding a bounce to her step. Birdo stretches, feeling lighter yet more voluptuous, the long process having transformed her into a curvaceous icon. She hums a tune, ready to return to Subcon’s spotlight, her victory meal now a part of her forever, etched into her jiggly, sensual figure.