Phen's Milkshake Stand

A little bit of silly hyper to get out of the writing funk I found myself in this week. With some inspiration from Frostbound to get the juices flowing (and flooding, as it turns out). Enjoy the hyper bird fun (and the cameo from Koril)

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‘When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. When life gives you fat titties and even fatter balls, you make milk and cum-shakes.’

As slogans went, it was a little long, but so was the bird who had put it up on her streetside stand. On one side, there was the beachfront boulevard; on the other, the beach itself with its horde of eager vacation-goers, swimming, tanning, and playing in the sand. Phen stood in the middle, towering above the sluggish stream of pedestrian traffic, as she opened for business. Her refreshment stand was little more than a couple of planks nailed together, barely standing up by its own, but she needed no fancy setup to get attention; as the tallest, curviest, and most dizzyingly hung herm around, it flowed naturally to her and the dinky little sign that leaned precariously against her boulder-sized balls (safely tucked behind her to preserve what little front space wasn’t taken by her boobs or her barrel-like sheath).

“Pretty sure that’s not how the saying goes,” Koril volunteered from his neighboring ice cream cart.

“It does now. Gotta use all this stuff for something, no?” Phen hefted one of her torso-dwarfing tits and pressed an empty glass jug against her nipple, instantly overfilling it with a squirt of milk. “Milk and cream! Come get your milk and cream!”

“It’ll never catch on. Ice cream, that’s the thing. The choice of the true summer enjoyer.” Koril scooped a few balls and stacked them smartly atop each other. “I’ll be sold out by noon and you’ll still be hawking your shakes by sundown.”

“Well, it’s not exactly like I can run out.” On cue, her balls rumbled, pushing against her lower back as they expanded outwardly by a few inches—while inwardly adding frighteningly potent volumes of cum to her burgeoning stores. City-flooding might no longer be enough to describe her load.

“Warm goop doesn’t count as a shake.”

Phen shrugged. “Maybe. Here, have a free sample!” She stuck a glass into the hand of a pony girl passing by. “It’s good for you.”

Koril tutted. “Can’t sell, so you’re forced to give them away. A sad state of affairs.”

“Listen, you,” Phen said, turning to the snarky ice cream-selling snake. “I’ll make my shakes catch on. I’m going to outsell you by a landslide!”

“So it’s a bet.”

“You’re damn right it is.”

Down the street, there was a gasp and a small explosion of curves and cock as the pony girl had a sip from her sample and instantaneously tore her sundress into a million pieces as her body-dwarfing boobs and the likewise lady-penis—that she simply did not have a moment ago—burst into view.

Phen ignored the commotion. She had more important things to do. “Come one, come all,” she called. “Special offer on my milk and cream shakes! Buy one, and I’ll have one too!”

A befuddled badger, watching the show with a slowly melting ice cream cone in his hand, looked up at the looming phoenix. “What sort of offer is that?”

“I’ll show you,” Phen said, raising a glass to her beak. Even Koril, who saw what was coming, didn’t have time to take cover. Phen had a sip—and instantly bwoomphed bigger in all directions. Taller, curvier, more in all aspects; but no matter how impressive it was to see her stature reach 15 feet, dominating the space around her, or for her ass and titties to swell into the most ludicrous hyper-hourglass imaginable, or even for her pussy to grow until it pushed out between her legs, gushing like a garden hose; it was as ever her cocks, and the monstrous balls that fed them, that took center stage. The space around her milkshake stand had been precarious to start with. Now her sheath yawned open—whilst growing bigger all the while—to unleash her fat, veiny double-cocks upon the world. In the span of a single heartbeat, they’d pushed out 30 feet, twice her height and immensely thick. In the next, they made that 90 feet. Her balls bloated hungrily behind her, rising like a salmon-colored hill of pure virility. Several, in fact, for they did not wait for her cocks to multiply before splitting on their own, her original pair becoming eight mountainous nuts in their own right, positively brimming with country-flooding quantities of cum.

Needless to say, she made an impact on the beachgoers. “Better queue up quick,” she told them. “While there’s still space to stand.” 

And so they did, flocking into the shadow of Phen’s balls.

“No, wait!” Koril cried, trying in vain to keep a hold of his customers. “I’ll give you a free scoop! Two, even!”

But Phen had already served her first shake of the day to the curious badger, who proceeded to sweep the rest of the street under a ball-valanche of his own, before Phen made good on her promise and down another tumbler—comically small to the towering herm—of her mix.

“Ooh. Delicious,” she cooed, her eyes going half-lidded as she erupted in sudden orgasm, cumming so violently that her first salvo painted not only the beach, but the whole ocean white. And then kept on going, visibly raising the sea level with every voluminous gush of cum. All while her endowments surged ahead in explosive growth spurts of their own. Her crimson plumage spilled forwards as her breasts threatened to fill the beach on their own, her huge, fat nipples hanging precariously over the swimmers, adorned with glistening beads of milk big enough to drown in, while her height steadily rose until she was taller than any downtown highrise. To man the milkshake stand, a fresh Phen appeared from this air, this one merely 12 feet tall, but even this avatar of the bird couldn’t resist sharing in the maddening growth of her cocks, which doubled in size with every rope of cum they fired through the air. Ten times her size, twenty times her size, forty and eighty and more still.

“Feels like something’s missing,” the smaller Phen noted as she slung her shakes across her little counter.

“Oh, right. Silly me,” the larger Phen said and spread her legs as two new cocks shot out of her sheath. Followed by another four, and eight, and sixteen, all sprinting in unison to reach the full length of her first, mile-long shafts.

“Much better,” the smaller Phen agreed, wiggling her hips to shake out her new sets of balls. It wasn’t enough for her sack to fill with hundreds of balls; she needed more scrotums, too, tumbling out in a mad scramble as they filled and multiplied, just like the first. And once that race started, her sheathes got in on the multi madness too, springing out between her thighs at the slightest provocation. It didn’t take long for the smaller Phen to get carried away and grow far too large to fit the milkshake stand—so she made a third clone of herself, as the two first grew upwards, into the sky.

“This is unfair,” Koril declared. He crossed his arms, alone with his ice cream cart as the street disappeared beneath the press of cocks, breasts, and balls of Phen and her satisfied customers, like the captain going down with his ship.

“Never said it wouldn’t be,” Phen boomed from above. She blew the clouds out of her face—mostly for show, as she was growing out of the atmosphere too rapidly for them to matter—and aimed a smug smile at the beleaguered snake. “Think I won the bet?”

“Bleh,” Koril said. “Bleh, bleh.”

“You can wait until my balls are the size of the planet, if you like. See how many shakes I can make, then.” Said planet was completely flooded with cum at that point, and the level kept rising. Even so, her balls were still feeling fuller than they had when she started.

“I stand by my statement,” Koril said, shaking his head.

“Don’t be a sore loser,” Phen said, laughing. “Have a shake. It’s on me. Like everything else will be, in a minute or two.” She handed him a glass and had a sip of her own; just enough to make her actually start cumming…

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