tickling birds

the bully gets her belly tickled

The Big Bully

She owned the beaches, and she knew it.
No female could hope to come close to her in any sense of the phrase. No male could resist what she had and no living being could measure up. All those hateful glances as she lumbered by along the sands? Drawn jealousy, one hundred proof. She couldn’t help but cluck disapprovingly at the pathetically scrawny females sunning themselves, as if even an hour could reach her rich, dark plumage.
Her claws gripped the seashore and her keen yellow eyes sought out new targets of ire.
It felt good to be this angry.
“Hey flapjack.”
The otter pushed her sunglasses down her snout, peering confusedly.
“Who are you?”
Emily sneered.
“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you up here.” She patted her front. “Also, you sound a tad muffled behind these.”
The otter brought her paws up to her all too apparently lesser assets, frowning.
“Its okay, traffic turtles. Give them a few years and they might be half as hefty as mine.” Emily cackled. “In the meantime, I’d suggest not wearing a skimpy one-piece to show off what you haven’t got!”
A hot tear caught on the otter girl’s fur.
“You’re…mean.”
“You noticed?” Emily winked. “That’s why you’re single…and I’m awesome!”
She flickered her feathery tail in an insolent salute before tromping over to another less then impressively endowed beach bunnies.
Including the literal ones.
“Where were you when the passed out the curves, honey bun?”
“Get broiled.” Amanda grumbled
Her boyfriend Flint continued to rub sunscreen into her back, eyeing the unpleasant pheasant coldly. 
“Is that your beau there?” Emily tittered. “So does he own you a favor, or does he just pity you?”
“Watch it Emily.” Flint snarled, his long ears straightening on his head.
“Come now, Flint. You know one evening with me would make you forget old…whats-her-name.”
“Amanda!” snapped Flint, standing up from her prone form, his muscles rippling.
“Who IS this chick?” whined Amanda. “Why is she so…?”
“Bitter? Cruel?” the bunny jock frowned. “No one really knows. She used to be on my wrestling team. Even then she was a bad egg.”
“Oh, that’s a cute one, cotton tail.”
Emily walked up to Flint and gave him a sharp little shove.
“Stay out of my way or I’ll flatten you. Just like the old days.”
“Be carefully Flint…” Amanda murdered, looking up at the bulging heights of the bird.
“She should be…” Flint said, matching Emily glare for glare. “Maybe the reason you’re such a bully, Em, is because you never had any friends.”
Emily smirked; swaggering in the full-bodied way only she could with a slight shift of the hip.
“Who says I need em?”
“Everyone needs friends.” Amanda whispered.
“Oh?”
Emily crouched so she could get right in the rabbit girl’s face, her knees wobbling as her full weight fell on them to hold up.
“Maybe weak people need friends. Maybe poor little ugly girls. I’m a big girl. I don’t need anyone or anything.”
“But…” Amanda’s eyes glistened. “Friends can be there for you when you’re feeling unhappy. They can help you if you’re in trouble…”
The pheasant seemed to think on her words.
Then she reached down and with her powerful arms twisted Amanda’s until the bunny cried out in pain.
“Submission hold.” Emily said, proudly. “Where are your friends now?”
A shockwave cannoned into her stomach creating an almightily wobble that threw her off balance. Emily just managed to recover her feet before a tumble, righting her head violently, splaying her legs to steady herself.
Flint was up in a wrestling stance, panting.
“You hit a lady.” Emily said, looking overjoyed. “What a bully…”
“You can handle yourself fine. And I’m not even sure if you qualify as a ‘lady’.”
“More then you can handle, big boy.”
“More then I can handle…”
The furious lagomorph laid about with rapid looks to the right and left for everything, anything he could lash out with. He saw young cubs building sand castles, springbreakers frolicking in the surf, older furs reading romance novels in the shadow of colorful beach umbrellas, and a young mouse with spectacles irritably stomping on a foot pump and trying to fill his air mattress.
Something clicked in Flint’s brain.
“Running off, huh?” the pheasant crewed in triumph as Flint took off across the sand. “I guess that leaves me with your trophy squeeze.”
Amanda tried to squirm away but Emily retaliated by literally sitting on her, pinning her to her beach blanket.
“Get off!” Amanda shirked, kicking and punching the sand. “You big bully! No wonder you don’t have any friends.”
Emily lifted her butt and flopped it down hard, squashing the bunny that yelped in fear.
“When I’m DONE.” Squash. “With YOU.” Squash. “Your white knight will have to pick you up with a SPATULA!”
Amanda suddenly felt the crushing weight leave, the air rushing back into her lungs.
Ironic, as the same thing was rapidly happening to Emily.
The nozzle had been shoved into her beak so swiftly she hadn’t had a chance to react. Equally swiftly she found herself hauled off of Amanda and forced onto her back to the ground.
Flint began to work the bellows with his flat foot.
“You like to boast of your size, huh?”
The pheasant was completely overcome by the extraordinary feeling of air being forced in fitful little puffs into her body. She felt tingly, tickled from the inside out, gassy the more the jock forced into her until she knew she would have hiccupped or burped if that stupid nozzle wasn’t blocking her airway.
“Now you’ll have more to boast about!” Flint growled. “I’m going to pump you till you’re visible from space Em!”
She made a weak effort to rise but he was leaning on her now, pounding away on the little yellow accordion foot pedal mounted to the green plastic base.
Emily actually caught herself whimpering as the pressure mounted to worrisome levels and her chest literally began to rise taller, rounder. Her guts took in all they could hold of air until her interior found itself pushing out on all sides to contain it without failing. It felt to Emily like Flint was force-feeding her with wind.
Amanda marveled at the sight, struck dumb. Emily was literally expanding under Flint’s assault, her already gravid-like belly climbing, her plump limbs thickening, her cheeks swelling out around her quivering beak from which the hose slithered like a hissing snake, shaking with each stomp.
“Um…Flint…?”
The bunny jock gritted his teeth, his focus so fixed he couldn’t even hear her. He pumped until his sole ached. He pumped until he’d driven a divot into the beach. He pumped until Emily’s already enormous body had grown with air until she shaded even more of him from the warm summer sun.
His fury and hammering on the pump redoubled still when he saw that Emily was grinning despite her swollen features.
“You like it?”
The pheasant nodded vigorously.
“Good!”
She chuckled despite the hose, her belly flab heaving against the pummeling gusts. Her tail fattened, stiffened and stuck outward. Her proud bosoms billowed arrogantly.  Her thick, clawed feet engorged until the talons began to retreat into their gray mass. Emily looked to be swelling with her own pent up pride.
She clutched at her sides, straining, moaning.
But not in defeat and certainly not in distress. It reminded Flint instead of the way Amanda looked after a roller-coaster ride. Tired, flustered, flushed, but all together excited and joyful. This must have been some kind of turn on for her.
He didn’t care.
“You’re a SICK…!”
The whole of Emily jerked with the stronger kick. Her aquamarine one piece squeaked, clinging tight.
“MEAN…!
Emily was unmistakably laughing as her rump blossomed outward, her vast middle firming up.
“DIRTY…!”
Her hips had pushed out so wide that even her stretchy shorts were pulling apart.
“CRUEL…!”
He slammed ten times in quick succession. Emily lost her shape, ballooning into a near perfect sphere of pressurized fullness. Despite more then halfway to breaking apart, the pheasant still looked pleased as anything, a warm blush across her exposed skin and globular cheeks and cold sweat indicating great consternation…but also a disturbing amount of gratification in being treated this way.
“JERK!”
“FLINT!”
He was yanked back from his rage trance. That was Amanda’s upset voice.
He paused from another press, behind him the shivering, groaning sphere of a foul behind him, brushing against him.
“Please…” Amanda said, pleading in her eyes as she walked towards Flint. “Stop this.”
“Stop what?”
He numbly swiveled to confront the pneumatic mountain from which little squeals but also soft sighs were issuing. The glower returned to Flint.
“Stop what…I’m just taking out the trash. Busting an overblown balloon. Getting rid of a bird too big for her britches!”
He stomped hard and Emily shuddered, murring as her shorts ripped asunder revealing her taut unmentionables, just a press themselves from bursting.
“But…you’ll POP her!” Amanda cried, gripping his arm.
“That’s the idea.”“Does even she deserve that?” the bunny girl asked. “Boom? No more Em?”
“The world could do with less Em.” He gave Emily a cautious kick. There was no give to it at all. “Look at her…she takes up so much space already. She thinks she’s her own planet. Well with a few more pushes I’m blasting her off mine!”
“That’s not something the hare I love would do.”
Flint froze in place.
“What?”
Amanda smiled sadly.
“Look…I know how it is to not have any friends. I am…homely in my way.”
“Amanda…” Flint began to say, but she covered his mouth gently with her paw.
“Its true. Not everyone sees me the way you do, Flint. I know what its like to be lonely.”
She walked up to the blimped pheasant, reaching out to touch her quaking walls but stopping short. Emily was already so blown that her feather-covered hide was thin enough to make out the sun shimmering through it from behind. She was so close to rupture it was painful to look upon.
“I know what its like to be mad.” Amanda sighed. “Maybe…we can be her friends?”
“But…!” Flint was exasperated. “She’ll never change! She’s a bully, through and through! If we busted her right now the rest of this county would praise our names!”
“I…still believe she deserves more of a chance.”
“I don’t.”
Flint muscled past Amanda, strode to Emily’s gleaming body and plucked one of her feathers. Emily winced, but quickly continued to grin in absolute bliss; her eyes jammed shut against the inevitable. He tested the tip. Sharp as a pin.
“Its time, Em.” Flint’s voice was dour, almost regretful. “You threw your weight around, paraded your swollen ego. You’ve had more then enough chance to change. You deserve to pop like the overstuffed bubble of bully you are.”
“Flint…” Amanda said quietly. “Don’t…”
Emily gurgled happily like a newborn as she felt to point nestle against her flesh.
One more push and she’d go. She knew it. She liked the idea.
Here she was helpless, huge, teeming with mass and power, ready to birth a whirlwind she could feel revolving in her craw. She loved it. Being this big, this close to bursting. The tension of her skin hugging ever more desperately together around the explosive core filling her up to the brim with nothing at all was wilder then anything she’d ever experienced. It was like gorging herself to the gills, breathing in until she threatened to break, like being kissed and embraced until she could hold no more.
She deserved to explode. She’d been a bad little chickadee but she’d been so good at it!
This would be perfect. The white knight reduced to a tormenter, one-upping her own cruelty by foot-pumping her into oblivion. Then, when flaccid her rubbery scraps littered the beach, his little strumpet would see.
Everyone was wicked as she was. Everyone was a…
“Big bully.” Amanda sniffed, wiping her eyes.
Flint froze for a second time.
Emily tensed. It was like her mammothness was preparing for the big moment. She could hear the sound of her own demise ringing triumphantly in her ears!
Then her eyes shot open.
Something was…wrong. Something felt strange. She was tingling, but not in a balloony going-to-blow sort of way. It was a warm, irritating…silly feeling. It raced along her veins as it intensified. Goosebumps rose across her immensity.
Then the hose was pulled free from her mouth and she gasped.
Soon afterwards her eyes watered. Something was fighting to escape, but it wasn’t an explosion. This wouldn’t do at all! She held on, tried to focus, clenched her fists.
She closed her beak tight but it didn’t matter.
Emily started howling with laughter.
Flint smiled too as he worked the plume of Emily’s quill along her tum.
Amanda looked a little less upset, but still folded her arms.
“Flint...”
Flint smiled in faux innocence.
“What? She deserves a little humiliation for what she’s done.”
The bunny girl grimaced as she arched her back, feeling the bruises. With a harsher expression she nodded, but then quickly held up her paw.
“Flint…you’ll deflate her, yes?”
“I believe she’ll do that by herself.” He patted her rigid flank. “Assuming the sun doesn’t heat her until she…”
“FLINT!”
“Kidding, kidding!”
The mouse with spectacles marched over. Although he said nothing he scowled and held out his paw. Flint gave him back the push-pump and he stomped back to his air mattress, muttering.
“You going to behave now?” Flint called up. He had to raise his voice to be heard as Emily’s head was now towering atop her overtaxed abdomen.
“Sorry?” the pheasant called back. “I can’t hear you over how awesome I am!”
“She’ll never change.” Sighed Amanda. “Maybe I was wrong.”
Flint took her arm in his and walked back to their beach blanket.
“Maybe I was.” He said. “Come on, Amanda. Lets go home.”
The billowy bird took all evening to fizzle down to her normally cubby self, enough so that she could walk. She noticed, like previous times angry females and males had either crammed her gob with food until she passed out or the time a furious roommate had rammed a garden hose into her and forced her spherical with water, that her belly had grown out a couple of extra inches. Indeed, her entire self had done the same. Maybe the load of her being was added to in each instance. It was like a badge of honor to her.
But today she felt…odd. Odder even then the novel experience of being inflated to her utter threshold.
She hadn’t seen Amanda (her eyes squeezed shut against the pressure) but she’d heard her clearly. All too clearly. Someone else seemed to understand.
What it was like to be considered ugly. She hated to admit it, her pride throbbing with the pain of the confession, but she remembered how the insults had hurt.
Beanpole. Scrawny. Dweeb. Flatty.
Since those times when her undernourished form had been ridiculed she’d built herself into the creature she was now. She liked the authority, the dominance, her strength now and presence. She liked taking her revenge on those that had been as she had been.
But she didn’t like being lonely.
Maybe Amanda truly had known what she had. Emily liked to claim to herself that no one had suffered like she, but the bunny unless she was lying proved that wrong. She wasn’t alone in her unhappiness, her isolation. Maybe, judging by the savage elation Flint had seemed to take in her punishment, she wasn’t alone in her other interests either.
Maybe she could just swallow her pride, make friends, and be accepted for whoever she was instead of spreading misery.
“Nah.”
Emily continued down the beach, beak held high, smirk firmly in place.
Redemption could wait. She had some awesomeness to attend to.