PhealGud Shorties: Downward Spiral by PhealGud

“Why does it have to *gulp* tase so damn good” Tammy mumbled to herself as she stuffed the burger into her beak, feeling her weight hold her down heavily against the multiple chairs that she sat at. The bird was massive, her legs overshadowed by her own massive red feathered belly, Tammy’s plumage only dulled by the caked on grease and sweat. Her breath was heavy as she stared at her burger once more before digging her beak violently into the greasy ground beef and heavily seasoned sauces.

She couldn’t stop, she wanted to, but her body desperately craved for more ever since that one bachelorette party. Before, it was all natural and locally farmed, all organic and healthy containing every vital nutrient the bird needed to survive. Everything was going perfectly, until she bit into that burger at the bar and her will just crumbled.

The pheasant looks down at her obese form, seeing how her feathers spread out to either side, propping her wings onto thick shelves of lard. Her ass wobbled,protruding behind her like a small trailer, always getting in the way. Even her wings shook, as she could feel the dripping fat hang from her arm, only subtle hidden by her feathered wings. Thick jugs that replaced her breasts would have made her the envy of the cheer squad if they were able to support themselves, but instead, hung to either side of her gut like overweight saddle bags.

“How... could I let this *urp* happen” she chirped with sorrow, licking the sauce from her fingertips as she ate away at the remains of her ‘snack’. Looking down over her multiple chins, she remembered her original trim form. The form of a bird thathad feathers that clung to a shapely body that flew through the air with grace, and light enough to be carried by the wind.The only real amount of flesh she had was in her posterior, but it was proper solid muscle.

That body was practically drowning inside the fatass she became.She sighed to herself, the feeling of dread and worthlessness being one of the few things that could properly fill her anymore. Tammy remembered the time when a salad would be filling, but now, full meals were snacks. She couldn’t tell when she passed the point of no return, but the time she ripped her shorts and began to shove her beak with fries to smother the aching feeling was probably a sign she was past it.

“You... STUPID *huff* BURGER” she wheezed, her hunger growing with her self-loathing. A flabby wing brushed off the empty burger bag in spite, punishing it for its mere existence. Though she kept her eyes staring at the other forest bags on the table with loatheful wanting.

“YOU RUINED ME” her squawks rang out as she slowly attempted to stand, already feeling her knees tremble as she shifted her weight onto her doughy drumsticks. “I *wheeze* USED TO BE BEAUTIFUL!” Tammy cawed, swinging her head to look at a full length mirror, watching her cheeks shake in the reflection, only taking note at how her entire body couldn’t be seen. A weak gasp escaped her beak, the scent of cooked meat tempting her once more. The overwhelming weight of her body coated the bird, pulling her down, feeling the sweat lubricate deep within her folds. She loathed it, grasping a heavy love handle and firmly flopping it, causing her massive body to undulate.

“I HATE YOU” she screamed at the burgers with rage, sending her heart into frantic flutter. Surprisingly, a pleasurable squawk seeped from between her crumb covered beak, pushing her body into the table.

“BUT YOU ARE TOO FUCKING TASTY!” The bird ripped one of the bags open and tried to shove the burger into her crop, “how can something so delicious do this to my body.” Tammy took the effort to push as many fries down with the burger. The taste of salt and grease coated her emotions in a more tasteful coating, sending a sensual flow of pleasure that made her mottled feathers fluff up. Her legs weakened, the energy being drained by her brain in order to attempt to comprehend the feelings it was experiencing.

A loud creak emitted from the table as it began tilting towards her. Her bloated breasts spread out in front of her, pushing at some of the bags and feeling its warmth until it all fell from under her. The table legs broke and caused Tammy to tumble onto her belly, shaking her to her very core. With a loud slap, the impact made her rolls slap against each other to sound like a lard assisted applause.

Still, the pheasant desperately picked the burgers from the floor, pushing them into her beak and letting the sauce and juices dribble onto her chins and cleavage. Weak sobs were muffled by the buns as her tears helped salted the fries.

Even after Tammy consumed everything that was in front of her, licked the salt from the french fry cartons, and even nibbled the cheese stuck to the wrappers, she merely rested there on the floor. Groaning to herself in self-pity, grasping at her fat body, falling into the spiraling depression that caused her to eat once again.