Noke's beak sat open, pressing against his face-flab, any semblance of an ensemble of chins engulfed in sheer immensity.

But the expected food never entered his beak.

He closed his beak and opened his eyes.

"Kramer, I didn't say stop."

"Haha, very funny Noke, but seriously, I believe you're done."

"No, I'm not."

Kramer looked at Noke's body, well over the size of several mountains and easily becoming a country in his own right.

"You're serious?"

Noke didn't respond but opened his beak expectantly once more. Kramer sighed and conjured another pair of chicken legs. Downing one himself, he placed the other piece of meat in the Garuda's maw.

He was truly big, now.

Bigger even than Kramer himself had ever been.

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