You grin, and scoop him up in your feathery arms, mrrring softly. "Mnhh...it's been fun, kid...Buuuut...producing all those eggs, well..." You nod to your plump stomach which, as if on cue, lets out a low growl. "...Makes me awfully hungry. And well, you just look *perfect* for a nice, filling meal..."

His eyes go wide. "P...please, no! I'll do anything!" He squirms, trying to escape, then moans as the squirms renew the eggs' rolling. You chuckle, and say...