Bird Tricks (or Treats) - TEASER - November Prompt

“What a nice bird costume! Is that Kazooie?“

Koril tugged at the collar of his costume with a squeaking of cheap rubber. “Uh, sure. Something like that.” He gave a sheepish smile and held out his candy bucket. “Trick or treat?”

“She’s a lot… bigger than I remember.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” Koril said, mostly to himself. The green python was dressed up as a bird, wearing a fake head of feather hair along with yellow and red paint for his face to give the impression of a beak over his snout. His top was the centerpiece of his costume, a long-sleeved facsimile of a red-feathered avian, complete with sprawling, gold-tipped tail feathers and— raising eyebrows—obnoxious fake-looking boobs larger than his own head. Though even that pornographic addition to his look failed to compete with the ridiculously huge rubber sheath and balls that dangled over where his knees would have been, if the naga had legs, and swung bawdily from side to side as he slithered from house to house.

“It’s actually a friend of mine.” he confided, as his orange plastic bucket (covered with scribbles of bats in black marker) was filled. “She’s quite a handful sometimes. Probably can’t even reach past her tits to ask for candy at this time of night. But you didn’t hear that from me!”

Koril’s patron paused in the doorway, an anxious look on their face.

He squinted. “What? I didn’t say anything that bad. And it’s true! You know how hypers get.” Finally, Koril realized that his candy-supplier was looking over his shoulder and took the hint to turn around to see an imposing hyperherm phoenix walking up the driveway. She bore a marked resemblance to Koril’s outfit, except, of course, that she was far larger. She also wore a costume, or what remained of it, hints of green scales stretched out past recognition by her outrageous tits and hips and by the barrel-sized sheath leading the way in front of her. A set of dragging boulder-like balls dug a furrow behind her as she moved, trailing a green rag of cloth that stuck out from the bottom of her massive scrotum.

“Phen! Oh. Hi!” Koril started. “You… didn’t hear anything, right?”

Phen only seemed to get taller as she reached the painted snake and leaned down, her feathery bust forcibly stretching the remainder of her top that fought valiantly to keep the bird’s torso-filling tits from bursting free. “And what if I did, little snake?”

“Then… Uhm, first of all, nice costume! Is it… a frog?”

“It’s you, you goof. Or it was, a few hours ago. I lost the tail somewhere.”

“Shame. I bet it looked real nice! Well, I better be going, you’ll want to trick or treat this house now.” Koril slithered backwards towards the road, the genitals of his costume wiggling vigorously back and forth.

“I was going to, yes.” Phen grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Until I saw those glaring errors in your outfit. No wonder you get mistaken for some cartoon bird when you’re that small. Look at those boobs! They’d even fit through a doorway, tsh!” She clicked her tongue and hefted one of her own enormous breasts, which grew immediately in her hands, adding a dozen cup sizes with a powerful bwoomphthat saw her fat, dark nipple envelop the sad remnant of her costume before completing its destruction with a snap.

Koril eyed the strip of green fabric sink to the ground. “It was the biggest set I could get at the store! Not my fault they don’t carry beanbag-sized bolt-ons for Halloween.”

“And you think that would’ve been enough?” Phen raised an eyebrow, still smiling as she laid one hand flat against the fat balls that rested behind her. The top of her scrotum was level with her hips, but now, rumbling and sloshing, they grew bigger, bloating noisily as they rose up the small of Phen’s back, not stopping until they had expanded well beyond her shoulders, becoming a mobile ‘background’ of a lighter shade of red behind the hyper-curvaceous avian. “You can’t masquerade as a Phen if you settle on size. That means I have to get involved.”

Koril threw up his hands. “You’ve clearly got that covered, yep! So, uh… Are you shaking me down for candy or what? Is this the bird mafia?”

“No. Well, maybe, if you’ve got any Kit-Kats. I’m going to give you a helping hand and make your costume more accurate.” Phen grabbed Koril by the fake tits and lifted him up while the haphazardly sewn seams struggled to support his weight. Anyone but a snake would have been kicking the air as the nearly 10 feet tall phoenix held him level with her face, but Koril’s long tail, of course, simply drew up to support him.

“Hey now,” Koril said, “you’re messing it up! You think I’ll be a better bird if one of these things fall off?”

“I know what I’m doing. Now hold still.” She placed the palm of her hand against Koril’s rubbery breast, sinking her fingers into the elastic mass, and worked it back and forth.

“My boobs are not stress balls!” Koril protested. “Even if they’re fake. Wait, why does that feel ticklish?”

“Hold still, I said. Or you’ll end up lopsided.” Little by little, Koril’s boob inflated under Phen’s touch, the rubber stretching and reshaping; once it was pliable enough, she simply pulled it out and grew them past their head-dwarfing size to something more befitting a hyper-bird.

“So heavy! That’s hardly necessary.” Koril adjusted the faux-feathery top of his costume. He frowned. “And now its stuck, too. Great. Thanks, bird.” He tugged at his shoulder more vigorously. “Wait. Its reallystuck.” His eyes narrowed suddenly and sought out Phen’s. “What did you do?”

“Made your costume better.” Phen tweaked Koril’s nipple and grinned as she provoked a gasp from the snake. “More real.”

He clutched his hand to his chest and yelped at the instant realization that the sensation of touching his rubber boobs were as real as touching any other part of his body. And suddenly the feathers on his chest did not seem so fake after all…

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