@Septapus wormhole send Within Kirby, the massive penguin's bulk is eagerly kneaded and mashed, his stomach effortlessly resisting whatever kicks or punches the indignant king can muster. In fact, all his struggles achieve is letting air escape up Kirby's throat, causing the occasional Buurp! or belch past the feisty marshmellows's teeth. Despite his empty, muffled threats, Kirby's inner workings grind the flabby flightless bird into viscous, nutritious goop in no time. Not all at once of course; the lowermost portions of him are first to be melted and emptied out into Kirby's lower bowels where they sluice and slip around in his red tubing. But, as digestion sets in and King DDD becomes more syrup than solid, his intestines are flooded to near capacity with avian-rich chyme, which bloats out his crotch and abdomen.
As his bowels go to work siphoning the avian-mix away, his breasts and butt bubble up, naturally matching the amount he's disappeared by. He pats his potbelly, giggling at the rousing feeling of the slush inside him shifting to and fro. Slapping his belly produces angry grrgls and grrns, obvious protests from his innards wishing to be undisturbed in their work. There's a few obvious chunks of King DDD left at this point, but the lion's share of the foolish penguin resides in Kirby's intestinal tubing, where his body can eagerly reap the rewards.
The last bits of life in King DDD are snuffed out of existence as the stomach he resides within contracts one final time, crushing him down and deeper.
