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It had been tossed off as a joke, at first. Blitz's tits had pumped up with extra softness after the whole 'binging out his feelings' shit and never really went back even after his stomach had slimmed down some, and after he and Stolas had figured out enough of their shit to start sleeping together again, both on the couch and in general, they had become the owl's favorite pillow.
"One of these days, I should go full bimbo to really give you something to rest that pretty little head on," he'd said, and Stolas had perked up in interest.
"Full bimbo?"
Blitz blinked. "Y'know, big lips, big hair, huge tits, no brains, thirsty for cum. Ever read about that in any of your novels with the big-tittied broads on the front?"
"Mmm, I suppose I'd come across it as a trope now and then, but I hadn't really considered someone becoming one, I just thought it was the sort of state one was born into."
"Most of 'em are, but I've done it a few times."
"You've done what?" Stolas's tone perked up, curious with an undertone that said this was something Interesting, something to file away for Potential Later Use.
Blitz waved a hand. "During parties and shit, they had some amulet you could pass around and puff up into a cum-guzzling brainless bitch for a couple of hours. Getting to really lose yourself and be a pretty sex doll with a third of the hangover wasn't half bad, at least if you had somebody willing to tug it off you at the end of the night instead of dragging you around on a leash for a while."
"Hmm."
The conversation had ended there, but the idea bubbled underneath the surface as the days passed, and Blitz found his fingers lingering over the wigs for a few seconds longer when he got dressed up for missions. After meetings with four clients that were pissy and demanding in a row, being able to turn his brain off for a while had its appeal.
Two weeks later, on a Saturday when Loona was sleeping over with Gigi, Blitz was settled on the couch and looking down at a necklace with a thick heart charm that had a pair of boobs engraved in the middle. (The box declared that it would have 'all natural' tits for a 'softer experience without losing any of the size', and Blitz knew it was because Stolas wanted the full-fat pillows instead of the bouncy silicone fakies that normally accompanied the look.)
"Are you sure, darling?" Stolas ran a hand over his head-feathers, cheeks already flushed.
"Fuck yeah." Blitz fluffed up his favorite blonde wig, freshly washed of any residual viscera splatter and combed neatly for the occasion. He'd also pulled on a hot pink crop top that had a deep v-neck and a skimpy skirt, both little loose in order to give his body some room to grow. After snapping his thong for good measure (and to see Stolas's pupils flare wider for just a moment), he traced his thumb over the left tit on the charm before carefully pulling the necklace over his horns and head, letting the heavy heart rest between his pecs. "Just try to keep up with what mommy's about to want to do to you, big bird."
The changes were familiar, but echoed through a haze of horny honeyed nostalgia. He never remembered much about specific experiences while he was under, only a feeling of lightness and excitement, and having a specific partner to please this time instead of being an eager hole for anyone who wanted a piece of him was something new.
The tits were, predictably, the first change. Layers of fat padded up beneath the skin, pecs swelling to proper tits that hung heavy on his chest without a bra to contain them. The spell was able to make them almost perfectly round, but the underside pressed against his skin, soft enough to sag just a little but firm enough to retain the shape. His cleavage was the deal size for a heart-shaped bird face. Perfect.
His hips and his lips were next, thickness plumping both up until his could feel the cushions pressing against significantly more skin than moments before as the meager skirt was shoved up to become more of a tutu than anything. The fattened thighs and hips were more than ready for as much squeezing as he could get, and as his lips rounded into something extra soft and kissable, he couldn't help but give a pop to test them.
His eyes itched slightly as his eyelashes extended, but by the time the changes had swirled up and up past the lips, the charm's magic had sunken underneath the skin, making most thoughts that managed to drag their way to the surface as fuzzy and sugary-short as pop rocks in an ocean of slick.
He was in a tight outfit. He liked that, liked feeling the way it strained against the skin to show off every curve to anyone who wanted to pay attention, cleavage and asscheeks popping out the scrap fabric clothes in equal measure.
Oh! There was somebody pretty in front of him!
Correction, there was somebody horny in front of him, pretty and sexy and horny with a kissable face and soft feathers that looked like they would be so comfortable to grind on. Oh, this was going to be fun, fun fun fun.
"How are you feeling?" The horny sexy pretty bird asked, head tilted and cheeks flushed and leaking something that smelled delicious.
Blitz giggled as he scooted forward, feeling fuzzy and light but heavy in all the right places, his own body horny sexy pretty too as heat danced on his skin. "So good. Like, so good." He licked his lips, pressing his tongue down just enough to feel the amount of surface there was to cover now. There was so much plush plump lip space on his face, they needed to be buried somewhere good, somewhere tasty, somewhere useful. "You wanna feel good too, birdie?"
"I- yes, I would say that I do," Birdie said, eyes darting all over and absorbing Blitz's body, but that was all Blitz needed. He leaned forward, ass wiggling high in the air and tail swaying as he pawed at Birdie's pants. Blitz licked a long stripe up the fabric before long black hands (he wanted those inside of him, they were so big and moved so sweetly) tugged it down, revealing that he was wearing nothing underneath, a fact that made Blitz purr in delight. After his own heart! The pants pulled away sticky and Blitz dove in immediately, burying his mouth against the soft hole and lapping up everything he could get his tongue on. It was sticky salty-sweet, generous and tasty, perfect perfect perfect.
"You're a good b-boy, aren't you, Blitz? So eager." A hand squeezed Blitz's butt hard enough to bruise, and a purr-moan vibrated through his body as he pushed his body back, begging for more. He was good, he was good, he was good.
The hand pulled back before it smacked into his generous ass, hard enough to sting and making the cheek ripple as Blitz showed his appreciation for the treatment by increasing his efforts. His tongue thoroughly traced the insides of the walls, and the quivering thighs around him said that he was making Birdie happy. Blitz could feel his tits swaying every time he moved, fat pendulums clapping against each other when he shifted to grip the feathery thighs and get a better angle. He tipped Birdie up to push his face into the feathery hole and soaked his lips and chin in off-white, moaning at the taste and the heat.
There was hardly any warning before his horns were gripped hard enough to rattle what remained of his brains. An orgasm splattered the bottom half of his face, but that just meant he'd done a good job! Blitz traced a finger through the wetness dripping down his cheeks, then popped the finger in his mouth, sucking the fresh cum off and slicking the finger up just in case he'd need it.
"Fuck me next, I wanna get filled up!" Blitz snapped his tail, letting it dance for a moment before sinking the thick spade deep into his slit as a shudder rolled up his body. "I'll be so good for you, I promise, just fill me up, fill me up good." He popped his lips. "Any hole you want, daddy, I'm all yours."
"All mine, hmm?" Birdie traced one of those long long hands through Blitz's hair, cupping the back of his head. "And what do good boys say when they want something?"
"…I'll suck you real good for it?"
That got a giggle and Blitz puffed up his chest in pride, which pressed said chest against the feathers spilling out of the cleavage hole in Birdie's sweater. (That was a cute sweater. Blitz should have one like that, so he could give boobjobs and get to walk around with the leftover cum all shiny on his skin for everybody to see and come fuck his tits next.)
"I meant please, but that certainly is a statement, darling." He sounded like he might take it for the future, and Blitz beamed as he shifted, shifting forward to rest on the soft thigh to see if it would really feel as good to grind on as he thought it would. (It did, even just once before his brain registered that he probably should say something in response.)
"Oh, okay." Darling made his heart do backflips, shimmying and sticking the landing with his legs spread and panties exposed to the world. "Pretty pretty please, fuck me!" His thighs pried apart with a sticky pop as he spread his legs, showing off just how good his holes were.
"Well, since you asked so nicely this time, I really should, shouldn't I? You're doing so well, dear, a perfectly pleasing eager Blitzy for me." Birdie reached over behind the couch while Blitz squirmed in place at the praise, the long feathered arm producing a slightly ribbed dildo that was about the same blue-gray color as he was. It looked about half a size too big to fit into any of Blitz's holes, which meant it was perfect. "This one comes with-" Blitz laughed, and Birdie gave a little hoot that sounded like a laugh too- "I said, it comes with vibrations, and a squirting mechanism." He went on to explain something about how it was connected to some kind of dispenser with fake jizz, but all Blitz could hear was the buzzing in his head as the toy slipped between the plush lips of his entrance, his own slick lubricating it to keep the slide easy at first. His cock bobbed in front of the head, half-hidden behind the skirt that had been pushed up and aside to fully make way.
The toy pressed against his inner walls, but he spread his legs further, hooves digging into the couch cushions. He could take this. He could take anything, and he'd make birdie proud and get to take even more, get to be filled in every hole he had at once and fucked into with hot thick cum, fucked until he passed out and then passed around more, an endless parade of fun and sex and cum and praise. More, more, more, more. The life of a fuckdoll, used and adored.
Birdie watched Blitz's face as he was fucked like a good slut, twisting the dildo around as he drove it in and out and the vibrations intensified the senations. His free hand wandered upward, tracing up the plush curves that made up Blitz's body; The red and white stomach had softened just enough to be comfortable enough to tap-tap-tap slender fingertips against, but the real prize was the meaty chest just above it, bouncing with every thrust. Birdie's hand was big enough to capture most of one tit in his palm, kneading eagerly against the sensitive nipple, but a squeeze had the excess fat peeking out between the spaces of his fingers.
All the while, he was cooing praises about how pretty and wonderful and sexy Blitz was, and it had Blitz both oozing pre from his twitching cock and pouring slick from his cunt like drool at a buffet stocked with cheese as far as the eye could see. At some point, the toy had bottomed out, thick knot slamming into his lower lips as his stomach bulged from the sheer size of it. Blitz couldn't help a whimper as one hand worked the toy while the other worked him, gathering the softened mass of plumped nipple and twisting it as a spark of pain combined with a fire of pleasure. Full inside, a good toy outside, his body a canvas for anyone who'd take it to make something good of him. Good to be used, good to fill, sensitive and supple and strong and sexy and useful.
The cock paused inside of him, and Birdie clicked his little pink tongue. "Can you ride it yourself, Blitzy? I'd like to use both hands."
He could do that! He could fuck himself, no problem, and he nodded eagerly, head bobbing up and down until Birdie laughed and stilled it by pecking a kiss on his lips. Blitz shifted to get a better angle before raising himself up and plunging down as hard as he could, feeling the head of the cock slam against the inside of his guts as a moan vibrated from his chest.
Then, Birdie grabbed both nipples and twisted, and the pressure from within combined with the pained pleasured shock had him shooting off immediately with a moan, splattering cum unto the underside of his skirt and the top of Birdie's thighs. His chest pounded as each breath made him ever-more aware of how deeply the cock inside was settled into him before he hit just the right angle and the squirting kicked in, pumping him fuller than he already was as his stomach bloated slightly.
He wanted more.
He could feel his jizz dripping down and soaking himself all over again, but as he sucked in a breath and let it out, those talented fingertips traced around his fat, puffy nipples before giving them a squeeze, and the noise Blitz made vaugely resembled a wild hog in heat.
"They really turn you on, don't they?" Birdie was laughing, and one hand pulled back just to poke the right nipple as if it was a button. "Boop!"
"No off button on this bitch, not until…" Pause to breathe, and to adjust the toy currently stretching his insides, "I'm twelve feet under and stuffed with so much cum it's spilling out the seams."
Blitz was pulled up further on the soft lap, and it made him wiggle in delight. He was going to get a treat, surely! Feathers fluffed around Birdie's head and neck before the cock inside of him was eased out as the vibration was turned off, leaving him feeling hollow.
Did he do something wrong? Why wasn't he- oh, oh it was going in his mouth instead, he could do that! His plump lips wrapped eagerly around the fake dick, lapping up his own salty slick as it lubricated its way in and slid partway down his throat, tickling the nerves as he showed off just how talented his tongue and throat was.
As soon as his mouth was full, a new toy was pulled from behind the couch- a buttplug this time, one that went in easily after a few spurts of lube were applied, and Blitz lifted his tail and let himself be filled. It was good, it was right, and oh, oh, one set of fingers were sliding into the front now while the other wrapped around his twitching dick that was flush with blood and ready to be played with. Toy, toy, fingers, fingers, drool leaking out of his mouth around the oversized silicone and slick leaking out his cunt from the fingers that were unraveling him like they knew him inside and out… a purr erupted as Birdie buried his face between Blitz's tits, pumping furiously with both hands and apparently reveling in every sensation he was evoking as Blitz's chest heaved in and out with every labored breath.
It didn't take long to burst again, screaming as much as he could around the dildo to lay claim to the pleasure and let Birdie know just how happy he was. Blitz drooled his way through tthe aftershock, letting his head fall to rest on the feathered shoulder.
Slowly, the cock's base was wriggled out from where it pressed against his lips, freeing his mouth to breathe as humid breath spilled out.
"Was I good?"
A kiss pecked against his left tit, getting a giggle out of him that returned a matching one. "You were perfect, darling. Now, what do you say we keep this on until morning?"
"Can we go again before then?" His tail thumped against the couch once, twice, thrice, eager eager eager. One hand was still inside him, lazily stroking the inner walls and making every electrical current in his body shudder as pleasure blurred each moment into the next.
The feathered cheek was soft as it rested against his chest and sunk in slightly, content. "I imagine that we can manage that, if you let me enjoy these new breasts of yours for a while first."
Blitz settled down, sinking into the soreness and the stickness and the comfortable familiar smell of bird that seemed like home, and let himself simply be for a while.