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A Dodo For Dinner(stuffing, bbw bird girl, cooking vore, implied vore)Clinging tightness. Numbing cold. Gentle warmth. A number of alien sensations assaulted the dodo girl as she slowly rose from her slumber. Her mind was groggy and sluggish, and she struggled to comprehend her situation and surroundings. She was stuck on top of her chubby gut, forced to lay forward on her knees. She tried to rise from the uncomfortable position, only to find that her body was bound; a tight rope pinned her arms to her torso and held her in place. The dodo didn't understand why she was tied up. A few more sluggish movements accomplished nothing but causing her to slide around on the cold surface she had been forced onto. Glancing down, she could see she was resting in some sort of large metal basin. The smooth metal chilled her even through her coat of brown and yellow feathers. Yet at the same time, a gentle warmth was emanating all around her body, though it was particularly prominent on her