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Buck.

Putting up mega structures was a bit like working with toy blocks. Provided you were 60 or so metres tall anyways, and were handy with a plasma welder. Fortunately there were such individuals in the world, and they were all to happy to collect a fat paycheck for their services. One such fellow could be seen working in the latest redevelopment zone, just outside of a now ancient city busy being recycled.

As anyone could plainly see by looking at him, he was a Raven. And obviously not just any Raven, as most weren't large enough to stare into the windows of a condo 15 floors up. Nor were most strong enough to carry a giant sized welding backpack, torch, and bags full of metal beams. The bird was hard at work, standing there carefully welding a giant beam onto the skeleton of a structure taking shape, one that would likely hold many creatures of all shapes and sizes.

Soon another massive beam joined the tangle, followed by another, and another, until he was eventually out of the things for the moment. It wasn't a problem however, as it was time for a break anyways. Several large clasps were released with deft movements from talon tipped fingers, and he set his whole welding rig down on a nearby concrete pad. There several workers rushed in and attached huge power cables, to recharge the on-board batteries. Fresh stacks of metal beams were available nearby, and he'd reload his pouches on his own. There was no need for a crane when you were as large as a moderately sized building.

That done, the huge fellow stretched his arms out and yawned wide, flapping out his wings to get the kinks out. Comfortable as his huge backpack was, it still pressed down on his folded wings, and could cause discomfort over a long enough period. Fortunately, the whole crew took a break every 2 hours or so.

Hearing various voices shouting up at him from down below, he glanced down to see a line of workers heading into a portable building, namely the canteen. They wanted him to join them of course, as they always did. After all, he was part of the crew. He waved down at them, and gently spoke back in return.

"I'll be down in a minute!"

A few of the workers played at holding their hands over their ears, causing the huge bird to roll his eyes. It was a joke long since played out, but it still got a laugh. He could only be so quiet when that large, and they did of course wear ear protection for a reason.

Huffing out a large breath, he focused on himself and his current bulk, and began to dwindle in size. It was a fairly rapid process, his whole body reducing from 60 metres to two and a half in just a few moments. Shaking out his feather lined body after the adjustment, he marched to a nearby storage locker, and fetched out a jacket for himself. At present, he was clad only in a loose fitting pair of shorts, made out of an incredibly durable rubber-like material that could withstand his frequent enlargements. He'd yet to find a failure point, though he didn't push himself all that large to find one.

Shivering against the damp autumn air, he once again mused at how he was always so comfortable and warm when large, but cold when comparatively smaller. He knew it was a well documented internal body heat thing, but it still struck him as odd, despite the facts. After all, both states of being were just as normal to him as having two legs was the standard setup for the bulk of the planet. Some of course broke that particular analogy, but such was biology.

Ducking slightly to enter the fairly large doorway into the canteen, the big bird waved at his friends, and ducked over to the food line before it got much longer. It took a lot of energy to be a size shifter, oddly enough, and he was most definitely an expert at putting away the calories. Several sandwiches were soon piled up on a tray, followed by a bowl of fruit salad, a dozen cookies, a fat slice of cake, and a tankard of coffee, topped off to the brim with cream and sugar. The tankard even had a large straw dipped in it by a courteous cafeteria worker, as beaks and rigid cups did not mix all too well.

Plunking himself down with his comrades, he tucked into his treats and joined in the daily bull session already in progress.

Nick, a rather burly Alligator fellow, was busy stretching his hands out ever wider while flapping his jaws with glee.

"No really! I swear his gut was at least this big! I caught the guy sucking on an air compressor hose the other day. Must be one of those inflatable types you keep seeing around. A strange lot, aren't they?"

An equally large Mammoth smirked around his large tusks and trunk, and waved a thick hand dismissively.

"Bah, takes all kinds I say. No doubt your bedroom antics would make a sailor blush."

The gator huffed out a laugh, and gestured at the trunk of his compatriot.

"You're just saying that because you've got that built in hose attached to your face, Reggie."

The fuzzy fellow rolled his eyes and produced a noisy single-digit salute in reply.

"Bite me, you overgrown wind bag."

"Only if you buy me dinner first!"

The third member of the group belched thunderously after taking a huge drink of soda, and wiping off his snout before elbowing the overgrown bird in the ribs. For a lanky and fairly average sized lizard, his pointy elbows had a habit of digging in rather deep.

"Would you believe these two, Buck? Every day they're going at it like an old married couple. They should just fuck and get it over with."

The jovial outburst got a little chuff of amusement from the bird, and a nod of assent.

"Crude as always, but quite right. Which one of us should be the best man at the wedding? You've known these two jokers longer, Stan, so I suppose you can have first dibs."

Everyone got a laugh. They were definitely a jovial group, that much was certain. Buck mused on how he'd met them all, while wolfing down half a sandwich with one large bite. It had been a week or two since he started with this particular construction team, as the only size shifter on staff. Most of the crew weren't quite sure what to make of the oversized bird, but they at least respected the work he did. He generally kept to himself, and that was fine with most of the other folks. Sure, they were just as strange in their own ways, but giants were still somewhat infrequent in town.

Buck was busy working on his welding, when one of the finishing and inspection crew slipped from the beams tumbled right off. His safety harness failed, and it looked for sure like he was done for. Buck however saw the fall and lashed out with a free hand, and caught the worker about halfway down. As a result, the individual only sustained a broken leg and a whole mess of bruises, rather than getting killed outright.

That's how the big bird met Stan, and the two became fast friends. Funny how saving a fellows life would make them somewhat more receptive. It was through Stan that he'd been introduced to the dynamic duo of Reggie and Nick. The four comrades had been good pals ever since, and if nothing else always had their breaks together on the job. They even hung out after hours from time to time, hitting the pub, partaking in various forms of entertainment both new and interesting, and generally had a ball together.

It was nice being able to interact with other people so easily. Bucks talent for size made it somewhat difficult to fit in with many more closed minded individuals, but he didn't mind. Usually it meant he had smaller and closer groups of comrades wherever he took roost, and that was best in his books. After all, he didn't really define himself with his size shifting, that was just a thing he did, and he thought of it as an extension of his work. Sure he felt the usual euphoria of growth that many others did, but it didn't really drive him onwards in life. It was merely a temporary perk to his mood.

What really got his blood going was some of his hobbies, like virtual reality gaming, or going for a nice flight. There were other hobbies of course, but they were best conducted behind closed doors. After all, what went on in his bedroom was between him and any consenting guests whom had come over for a little fun.

Eventually they all had to get back to work, and waved goodbye for the time being. Folks filed out of the canteen and got back about their jobs, and Buck removed his coat and tucked it back in his locker once more. Shivering slightly against the mild chill in the air, he moved to a clear patch and let himself enlarge at a nice and steady pace. Despite his above average muscle structure, nobody could really see anything under his thick feathers, else they likely would have been treated to seeing quite a lot of well toned bird flexing around a tad as he got the kinks out, and ballooned up ever larger.

Moving his feet from time to time to maintain balance, he sized himself a full 4 metres taller than he was before his meal break, as it was time to work on a higher floor. Smirking to himself, and down at the once more dwindled landscape around his person, he knelt down with care and picked up his backpack. It had already been unhooked from the charge cables, and he waved down at a fellow who was busy returning them to a storage rack.

With the wave returned, he stood up anew and got everything clipped into place with oversized straps and buckles. Fresh stacks of metal beams were laying on pallets nearby, and soon those too were added to his carry bags. Zoning out slightly, he returned to work and resumed welding away, focusing on what he was doing, and letting the hours melt by...

* * *

The sun was visibly low in the sky when it was time to wrap up for the day, and the big bird took to the skies with beats of his huge wings. Like many flight capable creatures, he was allowed to use his wings so long as he was careful and didn't go crashing into buildings and passing airships. The only restriction was that to reduce wing generated wind on the ground from being so large, he had to keep to a higher altitude. This was perfectly fine with him, as he soared up into the clouds.

He didn't live all that far away, merely one town over really. Sure he could have taken the employee shuttle, but what's the point of wings if you're not going to use them? Besides, flapping away while giant sized made the trip both a pleasure and a very short one indeed. He had no sooner got up to a desired height than he began gliding down in lazy curves, ultimately landing in the field behind his residence.

Reducing himself down to a more functional level, he paused at roof level of the nearby row houses and reached over to pluck a soccer ball out of the gutters. Letting it plunk down below, he felt his good deed was certainly taken care of for the day. The local children were always managing to get various things stuck up there. He suspected they just liked seeing the big bird get bigger, or something of that nature.

His was a relatively simple lofted unit located on the 12th floor of the taller building in the area, acting as kind of a centrepiece to the neighbourhood. Quite often he'd take off and fly to work from the balcony, but it was far too small to make an accurate landing on. The last time he tried he nearly broke his ankle, and ruined the metal work. That had cost entirely too much to replace, so he stuck to the elevator for getting upstairs. Besides, it was much easier to hit the sports-field sized green space between the various buildings. Like all the rest of the units in this particular building, the floors were actually one and a half times as tall as a conventional floor, which had long ago been set to 4 metres. 6 metres of ceiling height definitely gave him more than enough room to move around, and even partake in some room filling antics.

Waiting in the lobby, he boarded the elevator with several other residents, whom all minded their own business. Some didn't approve of having giants live there, but they were older sorts whom had their heads stuck in the past. Some people just didn't like to change, or so Buck mused to himself. He departed onto his floor and gently moved through the halls, talon-tipped feet clacking on the hard wood laminate lining the place. As was often the case, he arrived at his unit, number 1216, and fumbled with his keys to get the door open.

Sighing with contentment, he tossed his keys in a bowl near the door, and hung his coat on the wall hanger. It was a modest loft, but it was home. His plus sized bed was above the kitchen, and the kitchen was more than high enough and wide enough for him to fit. This was good, because he loved to cook, and spent quite a lot of time trying out new things he'd discovered on the internet. He lived alone however, so he usually wound up with leftovers. Not many however, as a dinner for four would usually fill him up just right.

Tonight however he didn't want to spend an hour in the kitchen, so he fetched out a plus sized portion of leftovers, and tossed them in the microwave. Within a few minutes he was flopped lazily on his trusty couch, making the frame creak from his weight. He watched the news and wolfed down stir fried noodles and fish, complete with oodles of veggies for good measure. With every stray noodle slurped and the bowl licked clean of sauce, the plus sized bird vaulted off the couch once more, and tossed the dirty dishes in the general direction of the sink.

Rounding one corner, he passed into his washroom, and decided it was more than time for a shower. After all, he had some fun in mind for the evening. A few taps upon a control panel turned the well equipped glass-faced shower on to his preferred temperature. His stretchy shorts were hung up nearby, as he'd most definitely need them when he was done. Ducking into the warm spray, he squawked and rumbled to himself, while flapping out his wings and spinning around to make sure every inch got nice and rinsed out. He did after all work on a construction site, and they weren't exactly the most clean things on the planet.

Turning one large green eye in the direction of a nearby rack of cleaning supplies, he smiled and selected a personal favourite off the shelf. Popping off the cap, he breathed deep and let the wonderful smell of fresh rubber wash over his senses. It was better still, considering he knew what the stuff did. Ordered online for optimal privacy, the Rubber Bubbles were definitely designed with a certain client base in mind. Namely, the part time inflatable.

He squirted a generous amount onto his fluffy chest, and began to rub it all in. The lather foamed up rather easily, and spread everywhere, making it quite simple to coat as much of his hide as it could reach. It didn't have to get everywhere to work its way into his hide, and begin the wonderful changes Buck so craved. As the suds began to clear from the endless flow of warm water, said changes became readily apparent.

Combined with a very pleasing tingle radiating from his talon tipped toes and all the way up to his feather lined head, his body was visibly developing quite a shine. The process built up until his feathers seemed to melt and mix together, joining with his increasingly rubbery skin until it was all just a featureless black mass. He kept his relatively well toned build however, as the rubber patches moved on to cover his legs and feet, followed by arms and hands. When it was all done, there could be no doubt that he was quite a fit bird, and at least for the moment, quite a large balloon.

Turning the water off and stepping out of the shower booth, he paused to grin impishly as his wet and rubbery hide squeaked loudly while rubbing against the glass frame. Restraining himself from getting overly excited about the situation, he grabbed a warm and fluffy towel, and proceeded to get himself dry. Using the same towel to wipe the mirror clean, he flashed a wide beaky grin at himself, and emitted a loud squeaky caw!

This, he thought, was definitely how to have a good time. And to hell with anyone who thought his hobbies were strange or unnatural!

Squeaking his way around the washroom, he slid on his super stretchy shorts once more, smirking at the somewhat rubbery looking grey fabric against his very rubbery looking black hide. They were still a good fit, if nothing else! Squeaking as he rubbed his hands together with anticipation, he exited to the main room once more, and fetched one of his favourite toys out of a storage trunk behind the couch. It was a simple enough electric compressor, with a nice long hose and comfortable nozzle.

Plugging it in and letting it warm up, he popped the nozzle in his beak and squeezed at the long metal trigger that let the air flow. Rumbling loudly and rolling his large eyes around with his bliss, he began to expand outwards and upwards. He was a bit of an anomaly as far as squeaky types were considered. As the air flowed, instead of getting rounder and rounder, he merely stretched up taller, and got a lot more buff looking. In fact, his ballooned muscle structure soon became enormous indeed, making him look like a living cartoon sporting exaggerated proportions and then some.

His legs filled out much thicker and more plump, combined with well inflated feet and even a plus sized bulge in his stretchy shorts that left little to the imagination. After a few short minutes of bliss he let the trigger go, and spat the hose out. Bending down to return everything where he got it from, he squeaked loudly and squawked out his pleasure to the world. He always liked getting pre-pumped before going out for the night, though he had to make sure he'd still be able to squeeze out the door.

Grunting, he slid his balcony door open wide, and managed to squeeze his now 4 metre tall titan of a frame outside, if only barely. The door closed behind him easily enough, and he flapped his squeaky wings carefully to get them nice and stretched out.

It was somewhat more difficult, but he could still fly in his current pumped up state. Which was good, seeing as he didn't want to take the bus at all. Flapping hard and pushing off with his legs, the huge blimp of a bird soared off the high balcony and off into the night, looking for his desired venue, and more entertainment for the remainder of his evening.

* * *

The local gathering of like-minded squeaky individuals was located at a rented dance hall this time around, on the ground floor of a large combination office and residential structure not too far away. The real advantage gained was the double high ceilings, so people could let loose a bit and really have a plus sized time, provided of course they were that stretchy. For every would be parade blimp, there seemed to be a few folks that could only puff up a nice sized gut, and call it quits for the night.

Buck thought they just needed practice, but the choice was not his to make.

A few dozen well rounded critters were busy mingling, having food from the buffet, or bobbing around to background music. That or blowing one another up larger, which was of course the primary activity of those whom came here. Still, sometimes you needed to just hang out and be large for a bit, then it was back to work at the pumps.

The pumps were most definitely on Buck's mind as he wandered inside the place, and headed over in the direction of some convenient expansion equipment. There were some random faces over there as well, partaking in electric compressors, or the odd manual pump of various sizes. He certainly didn't mind having a little company, and was all too soon chatting with an overgrown Moose while keeping a hissing hose in the side of his beak.

One centimetre joined the next, causing his overgrown frame to balloon even larger still, until he started to look like a living cartoon of a blimp, blown up to proportions that would put an Olympian Titan to shame. A squeaky tap on one shoulder caught his attention, and he turned around to find himself looking at one very large and well rounded belly. Craning his thick neck upwards, he gazed up into a very bloated and large snout of a squeaky reptile. He couldn't quite place the species, as the heavy shine and bloat masked many details that might otherwise be obvious.

What it did look like was a wingless dragon doing his best to become a semi-mobile zeppelin. The massive creature smiled down at the rather plus sized Raven, and waved around the hose to a large manual pump in one bloated hand.

"Care for a more personal touch to your inflatable adventure this evening?"

Buck followed the hose down to the large foot pump on the floor, and let his keen eyes roam over the rather bloated drake. The fellow saw his gaze and winked, causing Buck to light up in the faintest of blushes on his squeaky frame. Yes, this was likely going to be the highlight of his evening, right here.

Nodding, he accepted the hose and plopped it into the corner of his large rubbery beak.

"Sure, don't mind if I do..."

Any further conversation on the part of the bird was cut off by powerful pumps on the part of the balloon drake, as he did his best to add a few metres to the already large bird. His foot stepped down again and again on the pump, as his hands came up to roam around the expanding Buck.

"Mmmm, you certainly do fill out nicely, I must say. Lets see just how big this chest of yours can get..."

Buck knew it could become quite big indeed, and didn't mind showing off one bit. The roaming squeaky fingers about his person certainly caused his blush to get worse than it was before, and he found himself wriggling around a bit. Whomever this fellow was, he was pushing all the right buttons.

The squeaky Titan continued to expand ever taller and wider, soon sporting immense legs, a bulge in his squeaky shorts that was attracting a lot of attention, and arms that looked like they were about to explode. His torso alone was almost as big around as he was tall, and it was all overinflated muscle. The big drake was panting by this point, both from doing all the pumping, and his obvious pleasure from the expansive situation at hand.

Reaching forward over the massive chest Buck was currently sporting, he tugged the hose out and tossed it to one side, while leaning in further still, and getting up onto the tips of his oversized toes.

"I must say, I really do like what I see... Hold still, I want to finish this off right..."

Puffed up snout met squeaky beak, and a huge puff of air passed from drake to bird in a rush. Buck felt his face flush so bright he swore he had turned beet red. The large reptile wasn't faring much better, and was obviously smitten. Parting after the puff became a long smooch and a squeaky embrace, the two rocked back onto their unsteady feet. The drake was the first to speak once more.

"I can't begin to tell you how long I've been waiting to do that. You caught my eye even before we properly met, all that time ago. You're a kind man, a wonderful friend, and we share so many interests... I only regret not showing you this side of myself sooner..."

Buck blinked, taking a closer look at this new squeaky companion. They'd never met, or had they? He didn't know any giant lizards... but he did know one scrawny one! Take away all the size, the over-stretched features, and the head-frill raised in a proud display of arousal, and you got...

"... Stan? Is that you?"

A sheepish grin flashed over the face of the huge lizard blimp, followed by him striking an entirely too sexy pose, and really showing off his bloat.

"You know it, Buck! I've been coming to these things for years, and couldn't believe it when I saw you start attending. I was too shy to reveal myself, but finally got pushed into it by Reggie."

Buck already found his head spinning, but snapped back to attention at the mention of another co-worker involved in it all.

"What, Reggie got involved in all this too? When?"

Stan smirked and gestured over one shoulder with a fat thumb, in the direction of a rather round Mammoth currently doing his best to puff up bigger. Some helpful types were working a double set of bike pumps, hooked up to a master nozzle currently plugged into the fuzzy fellows trunk.

"He's still new at this, and hasn't given the full rubber treatment a try just yet. Heck, we almost convinced Nick to come the other night."

"Nick? I thought he didn't approve of inflatable types."

Stan shrugged somewhat, and relaxed as he leaned up against a nearby wall.

"Nah, you know Nick. All bark. Heck, last I checked he rather fancied becoming a giant himself, once he saves up for the treatment."

Buck decided it was time for a sit, and made himself comfortable on a rather large Yoga ball. It squeaked under his weight, but held.

"I must say, I wasn't expecting this. Can't say I mind, however! It will be nice to have friends here too. Heh, you should all come over for a visit at my place again, I'll break out the compressor and the rubberizing solutions. After all, I do have high ceilings..."

The rest of the evening passed with mixed conversation, a few breaks for food and drink, and with Buck doing his best to see how big the Mammoth could get while still flesh and fur. Pachyderms are stretchy, as it turns out!

The overgrown bird flew Stan back to his loft, having enlarged himself enough to carry even the blimp sized lizard with ease. The squeaky lizard certainly didn't mind having his crush get even bigger to accomplish this feat, that much was certain. The two planned to spend the night together, as they both had the next day off. The night as it turned out wound up becoming the whole weekend, then many days after...

* * *

It was spring again before anyone knew it. Buck and Stan had moved in together, and now shared a condo with rather high ceilings. Today they shared a space before a podium, where a city court official was busy getting set up.

Buck was dressed in a white suit, and Stan wore black, making them both a matched pair. The formerly scrawny lizard kept somewhat well puffed at all times these days, as it helped him stay eye to eye with his favourite bird in the whole world. It was a simple enough gathering in the park, with a gazebo off to one side filled to the brim with food and party favours, and helium filled balloons were tied all over the place.

Reggie and Nick were their best men, and stood off to either side of the puffy duo. The city official tapped on the side of a glass to get everyone's attention, signalling it was time to begin. He nodded up at the two tall suit wearing fellows, and spread his large hands to the gathered group of critters.

"Welcome everyone, to this wonderful occasion. Buck and Stan here have written their own vows, so we'll keep this short and let you get on with your afternoon. Go right ahead you two."

Stan dove right in, smiling with joy, the ready tears of bliss shining in his eyes.

"Buck, I've loved you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. You already saved my life once without knowing this fact, and you would make me a very happy lizard indeed if you accept my proposal made here today."

He cleared his throat and looked at some notes he'd written down earlier. After all, he wanted to make this seem serious!

"Buck, I swear to love you without reservation, comfort you, encourage you to achieve great things, laugh with you and cry with you, grow with you in mind and body, always be open and honest with you, and cherish you for as long as we both shall live. Will you do me the honour of joining me as my husband?"

Buck restrained himself from snirking over the "mind and body" comment, and nodded instead. His part was simple, as there wasn't much more to be said.

"Nothing would make me happier, Stan. I do."

They smiled at one another and turned back to the city official, whom was a relatively short turtle of all things. He smiled right back, and clapped his hands together.

"Well said you two, well said. Well then, by the power invested in me by this fair city we live in, I pronounce thee wed. Happy trails you two!"

The lovers kissed, and everyone stood up to applaud. Buck even playfully puffed into Stan a good bit, making his already strained tuxedo whine at the seams. The bloated lizard blushed heavily, and the best men roared with laughter. They both felt those two were going to have one hell of a nice life together.

The honeymoon would start that evening, but for now there was food to eat, people from work to dance with, and friends to chat up. The two had big plans for one another, and now they could officially spend them together, for better or worse.

Better was definitely the plan!

-Tombfyre '13