This choice: "I mean, I kinda wanted to see the muscular beast for myself." • Go Back...Chapter #4With His Own Eyes by: oldshep   "I mean, I kinda wanted to see the muscular beast for myself," the little robin admits.
"Oh?" the humongous rooster clucks, raising his brow to the comment. Tim 'The Roost' takes one big step forward, looming over the small bird like an impending storm. The giant looks down with his beak tucked between his massive pectoral slabs. "Oops," he grunts, having to take a step back just so he could see the little guy over the thick wall of chest muscle. When he does, he can't help but notice the small robin's cheeks flushed scarlet.
"I'm guessing the little man likes big guys?" Reed chuckles, the hawk leaning over the little bird with a smug grin.
"Well good, 'cause there are no bigger!" Tim booms with a hearty laugh. He watches as Oliver scooches back into the couch, shying away from the two massively muscular birds in front of him. Tim takes the opportunity to bring down in arms, and pushes out his chest even further, ripples of blue-green feathers ruffling. He flexes his arms, the biceps mash into his barndoor-wide lats and the behemoth of a chicken twists his wrists to show off the way he can ruffle his feathers over the twitch masses of his forearms.
"Ahem," Oliver coughs, clearing his throat. "I was just asking for my... friend. Is all."
"A friend?" the hawk asks. The giant-sized raptor puts his arms akimbo and flexes his own immaculately muscular body for the puny robin.
"Uh..." the little guy says, raising his finger in defence.
"Well, I for one, like it that you're into this god-like bod of mine," Tim growls. The big rooster's eyes go half-lidded as he brings his arms up to rub them against his meaty pectorals, a dopey grin on his face as he sways his hips back and forth, letting the little birdy on his couch watch the undulations of his six, deep-pocketed abdominals. Oliver couldn't believe how wide the rooster was, even 'The Roost's waist was wide, not fat, but thickly corded, giving him an immensely powerful look.
Reed came over to match Tim, side by side. The big hawk puts his arms behind his head, and Oliver's eyes go wide as he leans back into the couch, astonished by the size of the hawk's arms, each biceps around the size of the giant's head! The bird of prey lets out a deep, satisfied grunt as he crunches his stomach, letting Oliver see his incredible v-taper to his thin waist, eight ripped abs framed beautifully by shredded serrati, obliques and an Adonis belt that belonged on the Greek god himself. Oliver's tongue flops out of his beak as he stares at the two of them, each massively muscled and beautiful in their own way; Tim was a hulking monster of muscle, big and ready to bruise, and Reed looked like he didn't have an ounce of fat on him; rock hard even.
"Um, guys," Oliver tweets. "Tim, Reed..."
He just gets a couple grunts in response, the two titans slowly moving into another pose, each letting their humongous muscles do all the talking.
"Eep," the small robin chirps. "Roost, Hawk..." he whimpers their nicknames.
"Urf, yeah, little guy?" the hulking rooster grunts, getting a good hard flex in for his triceps on his right arm, loving the way his arm bulks up with a wonderful horseshoe shape to it.
"You guys are... uh... how can I put this... Getting a bit too into this, aren't you?" Oliver points out, pointing a feathered finger at the big man's crotch. Tim looks down, his beak hitting his pecs and barely makes out the tip, his chest really is too massive to see below it, of his huge member, thick and veiny, sticking straight out the fly of his boxers and inches away from Oliver's beak. He looks over to his partner in muscularity and sure enough, Reed's own underwear was distended with the amount of bird meat shoved inside, but hadn't peeked out quite yet.
"Oops, hehe," Tim chuckles lightly. He takes a step back and reaches into his underwear to adjust himself. Oliver just gulps as he watches Tim get a 'handle' of himself. But, to no avail, to matter how many times the giant rooster tries to pull it back in and push it to the side, it stubbornly pokes right back out, front and centre. The big rooster sighs and says, "Welp, looks like there's only one way to get this thing to go down-"
"Don't look at me!" Oliver peeps as he notices the predatory looks that Tim and Reed were giving him, the huge birds looking like they're ready to descend upon the helpless, injured bird.
"Nah, he's just teasin'," Reed chortles. "Well, he better be," the hawk adds, crossing his arms and flashing the rooster an even crosser look. When the big rooster can only respond with a bashful shake of his thigh and a downcast look, Reed huffs. "Oh man... Tim, he's our guest."
"Well, he seems to like it," the rooster says with an adorably mopey look. He points his big, beefy index finger at Oliver and sure enough, the little robin has his hands tucked over his own crotch. "See?"
"Yeah well, giving a show is one thing, going crazy with a guest; one, which I may add, that you broke his legs and could probably beak in two-"
"Hey, hey! It's not like I'd be rough with him!"
"Whoa, fellas," Oliver pipes in. The two behemoths turn to their tiny new friend and both grunt, 'What?' "Well, as nice as it is for you both to be fighting over me." Tim and Reed get a blush of their own to that comment. "I, uh... I am not going to let anything that big get even close to me." He points at the still throbbing, and at this point, slicked up member jutting out of Tim's crotch. "Jeez, have you always been this big?!"
"Hmm," the big rooster hums, he reaches up and scratches the feathers under his beak, cluelessly trying to find an answer for Oliver's rhetorical question. "Well, to be honest, I think I was even smaller than you at the start of all of this."
"Wh-What?" Oliver gasps. This guy, smaller than him?!
"Yeah," Reed says, also playing with his bulge a bit, finding more success than Tim in making himself (barely) presentable. "Before all this, we were just a pair of scrawny little guys. Come to think of it, we have no clue how it started. All we know is that we just started growing."
"Grr, and growing and growing," Tim muses to himself aloud, the giant rooster giving himself another big flex of his arm as well as a big juicy throb of his love-muscle, a bit of his pre-seed splashing onto Oliver's underbeak.
"Ew..." Oliver whimpers, shuffling along the couch he was ridden to so that his face wouldn't be in Tim's line of fire. "Gross, man."
"Hehe," Tim growls. "When you get to my size, you have no idea how awesome this feels. That's what you came here for, isn't it? To see how massive I am? How powerful the Roost is?!" he booms, flexing all over his body to show off how overly muscular, how perfectly beefy he was. "So am I as awesome as everyone is saying I am?"
"Err, well..." Oliver gulps and gives the two a nervous look. "Well... no..." he squeaks.
"No?" Tim repeats, his jaw slack. "Whaddya mean, 'no?!' "
"Well, the reports I got said you'd be around 10 feet tall and twice as thick as the Hulk. So far, er, you're huge, larger than anything I've ever seen, but, you're definitely not that humongous," Oliver says meekly.
"10 feet, huh?" Tim snorts. He looks at his arms and growls, "Twice as thick as the Hulk, huh?"
"Oh no..." Reed grumbles. "Tim, now don't get carried away. You know what happened last time you got carried away! We still don't know why we're growing, so there's no point in-"
It was too late, the huge rooster pushes his way past Reed and makes his way out the door to the cabin at a breakneck pace.
"Uh... where's he going?" Oliver asks.
"Probably to rip half the forest apart," Reed groans and slumps his shoulders. The giant hawk sits in the oversized armchair that Tim had been sitting in before their almighty flex-off. "So, why are you really here?"
"I just wanted to confirm if the rumours were true," Oliver replies.
"And to unlock the secrets of 'the Roost's growth?" Reed says casually.
"Yeah," Oliver sighs. His eyes go wide as he realizes he's let the cat out of the bag.
"Hah! I knew it!" Reed whoops.
"Hey, no fair!"
"Well, you're on my turf, my rules, little fella," Reed says with supreme satisfaction. He leans back into his chair and adds, "Not that I don't mind, we could really use another super-sized bird 'round these parts. Your card says you're a 'paranormal' investigator. What are you thinking, that we're possessed by demons? Ghosts? Aliens?" the hawk chuckles.
"Well, I haven't ruled it out..." Oliver stops when he sees Reed beginning to laugh. "Hey! I am a very respected professional in my field of work!"
"Oh sheesh, you're serious?" Reed grunts, his jaw going slack.
"Of course I'm serious!" Oliver howls, first in indignance, then in pain from his crushed legs.
"Okay, okay... take it easy, Oliver," Reed says, his expression softening. "Well, seeing as how you're stuck here with us for a while, you've got a lot of time to investigate, huh? And if you do find out, make sure to make yourself as buff and huge as possible. I can't wait to see that cute face on a god-like bod like mine." Oliver blushes profusely to Reed's words. The hawk stands up and pats the robin's shoulder. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go make sure Tim doesn't hurt himself."
Oliver can't even get in another word as he watches the big, beefy hawk sprint out the door.
***
"So... hungry," Oliver whimpers. Reed had left the poor robin all alone in the cabin for hours. Oliver was fed up. He ate like a bird, but still, he had to get something in his tummy, now! Without really thinking things through, the robin rolls over onto the ground, yelling in pain as he lands on the floor. "What a bad idea!" he yelps to himself. "Stupid, stupid, Oliver," he says to himself. He crawls along the ground with only his arms and then...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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