By Daedalous
The picture above was drawn to go with the story below, by Daedalous.
The weekend was a hot one, and Daedalous was convinced the heat may have finally gotten to him. The red-winged blackbird was making his way towards the huge corridor, but it was not one he was supposed to be in. He was a micro, heading to the macro side of the gymnasium he was a member of. His society was mostly segregated since before he was born, thanks to the agreements made between the two species, in order to keep the population of tinies safe from both unintentional and intentional harm. There were of course rules about how macros and micros could interact, and they mostly had to avoid interaction whenever possible. Unfortunately, being small puts you at an extreme disadvantage, especially if a malicious giant decides you’re going to be lunch. Regardless, the tiny bird marched on, sneaking and inching his way closer to his targeted destination. The goal? To get into the macro locker room.
I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. What is wrong with me? Daed thought to himself, his mind racing with allll the anxious thoughts and risky scenarios he could find himself in. I could be crushed, I could be bitten in half, I could be- His mind was cut off as a gigantic, toweled leopard strode by, causing the ground to rumble ever so slightly. The little bird managed to hide himself under and behind the wheel of a cart full of white and blue towels, finding shelter with the metal roof overhead. He watched as the humongous creature strolled by, his giant paws falling onto the smooth, white linoleum. The spotted paws were bigger than the blackbird’s car, with a surface area that could easily squash 5, maybe 6, of his fellow micros. Hell, Daed was probably just about the size of one of the leopard’s many, many spots. He was absolutely mesmerized by the display, watching as the magnificent sole lifted up off the tile, trying to memorize every detail. One thought became clear: I am going to do this.
If it was at all hazy by this point, Daedalous had an extreme attraction to macros. He didn’t know exactly why or how his attraction began, but at this point it was out of control. He would get distracted at work, thinking about all the different places he could get stuffed on a macro’s body. He would get distracted with friends, thinking about becoming a macro’s living insole. And his sex life was devoured by kink websites, dedicated to any and all macro/micro interactions. Said interactions were actually surprisingly legal, and there were routes for micros and macros to pursue relationships with one another. Unfortunately though, there was also definitely a darker market in such dealings, but the blackbird tried to keep those worries out of his mind.
Finally, the straw that broke the tiny bird’s back came when a giant orca had almost stepped on him. He could vividly remember the voluptuous, two-toned foot that came crashing down right next to him. The massive, silky white sole would have easily crushed his body into paste, and it was just a mere inch or two away from doing so. The orca was nice, and tried to apologize to the small avian, especially because he was walking through a marked micro zone. The red-winged blackbird was almost completely despondent though, unable to muster any sort of response. Thinking it was shock, the orca went on his way, hoping to avoid any possible trouble. But in all reality, Daedalous was completely enthralled by sheer lust. He quickly made his way back to his apartment, and the rest of the night went just about how you would expect; the bird being completely spent by the next morning.
After that, Daedalous had decided he needed more than just his close encounter. He wanted to experience the real deal, and despite the anxieties that had always controlled him, today was an opportunity. He was going to be freed from his old, boring life, and whisked away into all of his greatest fantasies.
He had stumbled upon a fellow bird on one of the sites he frequented; a giant, blue and black eagle. He was a new user, and went by the handle “A_Huge-Ass_Bird”, and had made some public posts about wanting a micro “toy” to play with. And after scrolling through his media posts, he recognized the background of an image immediately. The eagle had posted a shot of his underwear bulge with the caption ‘Where tinies belong~’, on his account a week ago. On the wall behind the eagle was a sign, the same exact hygiene sign posted in the locker room he frequented, down to the tiger logo in the bottom right corner. It had clicked: He had a chance to encounter this kinky eagle, and hopefully once he did, he could be the tiny toy this macro professed he wanted.
At this point, another set of gigantic footsteps were rumbling his way, belonging to a huge gray wolf in the gym’s uniform. Daedalous could tell that he was coming for the cart he was underneath, and he had to act fast. Quickly, the micro grabbed onto the edge of one of the towels hanging over the side of the cart, and pulled himself up onto it with all of his might. The worker didn’t notice him at all, and off they went, the wolf rolling the cart towards who knows where. While from the wolf’s perspective, he was just pushing a cart, to the small bird, it was like riding on a speedy train with no windows. He watched as his surroundings whizzed by, a decent breeze ruffling through his feathers. Daedalous’ heart was racing. Will he even be there? Are we even heading the right way? Anxiety seeped into every fiber of the blackbird’s being, but he was already too far into his mission. It had to be seen through, and just as anxiety was turning into panic, the cart stopped. Daedalous peeked up from the bottom of the cart, and then he saw it, a monumental blue sign with white lettering: MEN’S LOCKER ROOM.
The macro wolf opened the doors, and instantly Daed was hit by the humidity of the room. The wolf slid the cart into its home, a designated spot next to the showers. As the wolf left, his task completed, Daed started his reconnaissance. The micro waited and listened, so as to make sure there was no other being with him in the massive room. His little heart thumped as the seconds went by; he had to force himself to count, otherwise, the time wouldn’t pass like normal. After a few minutes, Daedalous decided that the coast was clear, nothing stirring in the room besides a couple leaky drips from the massive showers.
The blackbird used the towel he had climbed up to lower himself back onto the floor, and started the final part of his journey. He needed to be quick, as he obviously did not want to be found out by anyone else, trying to search for the locker that belonged to the sexy macro eagle he was so eager to meet. He darted through the maze of bench legs, towels, and clothes that had fallen onto the ground. As he did, the smell of post-workout musk began to emanate from some of the massive articles of clothing, causing the micro to hesitate, and shudder in delight. W-wait, I’ve got to stay focused. I can’t risk being found out, thought Daed, realizing that if he didn’t find a way to connect with his gigantic target, he could end up in all sorts of trouble. He continued his frantic search, worried that his whole mission could be ruined at any second by the sound of muffled voices or pawsteps coming from outside the massive door. But then, they came into sight.
A massive pair of red boxer briefs with white stitching were sitting on the floor, and Daed realized these had to be the pair that belonged to the macro eagle. The small blackbird raced to pull out his phone, in order to verify his beliefs were true. He scrambled through his saved photos, until he found the picture again. Daed scanned the photo with all his mental capacity, and he realized there was a small snag near one of the red “E”s on the white band at the top of the underwear, so the small bird made his way towards it. The scent of the briefs began to waft into Daed’s beak, causing him to tremble and almost lose his footing on the silky, slightly damp fabric. The tiny bird pushed onwards, until he reached the elastic band, and there it was. The same exact snag, in the same exact spot, next to the same exact letter. Ohmygod these are HIS!! The blackbird’s mind screamed, euphoria rushing over him.
Daedalous couldn’t help but still tremble and jitter in his current position, but now his anxiety was melding with full-on, fantastical eros. All of his wildest fantasies were within reach, as long as the gigantic blue eagle didn’t get the wrong impression. The micro’s brain couldn’t stop running through all the scenarios of how things could go wrong, but it wasn’t enough to override the tiny blackbird’s massive libido, which had completely taken over.
The red-winged blackbird began to strip, unable to completely control his shaking body as he pulled off his t-shirt and jeans. The micro’s erection was at full mast and already leaking as he tossed his clothes to the side, including his phone and wallet. He collapsed into the red briefs, sinking into the moist, fragranced fabric. He began to huff on the silky cloth, squirming and moaning quietly in the still, empty locker room. His mind was filled with all the wonder and pleasure that the macro’s scent bestowed upon him, and his anxiety melted away. Even if this did go horribly wrong, this experience alone had made all the risks he took more than worth it.
Ahab was panting and sweating as he and his team wrapped up the scrimmage match against another local soccer team. The black and blue eagle was feeling pretty great about his performance, having stopped the rival team from scoring at the last minute. After congratulating the other team for their commendable performance, and a brief celebration with his teammates, they were headed towards the locker room, where the macro planned to clean off and head home for the day.
“Great job out there Ahab! You did good today!” said Jake, his cheetah striker teammate, giving the eagle a friendly nudge.
“Thanks man, you did too! I can’t believe you got the shot past that ‘roo.” Ahab exclaimed, nudging the speedy cat back. The two giants continued chatting as they entered the locker room with the rest of their team.
Meanwhile, Daedalous was awoken from his lust-filled daze by the sounds of muffled voices heading towards the door. His anxiety tried to take back control, urging him to make a break for it. But no, he couldn’t. This moment was the whole entire reason he came here in the first place. He wanted to submit himself fully, be nothing but a pet for a massive, godly bird. If it cost him his life, so be it. He was going insane from the monotony of his regular life, and this was the chance for him to escape it once and for all.
The door to the locker room opened, and the entire area sprang to life with activity. The giants were chatting and rustling around, collecting their things and getting in the showers. Daed nestled into the boxer briefs he was becoming fond with, in an attempt to hide himself away from any unwanted attention. His heart was racing, from both concern and excitement. He watched as two pairs of humongous feet rounded the corner and advanced towards him, their strides being the equivalent of a city block to the small blackbird. Daedalous stared up in awe as the huge eagle of his dreams sat down on the bench right above him, causing the bench to creak a bit. The tiny bird noticed the colossal cheetah sitting down next to the black and blue eagle for a split second, before Ahab’s massive talons boxed in his view.
The little bird was completely dumbfounded by his current predicament, the gigantic macro taking up his entire vision. The eagle was easily the size of the apartment building Daed lived in, if not a decent amount larger. He was already undressed, and the little bird couldn’t help but stare up at the titan’s amazing body. The giant set his grass-stained cleats to his side, landing on the ground with a massive thump, on the other side of his huge feathered leg. His enormous, black soles encompassed either side of him, his toes curling and wiggling every so often. The masculine scent of the eagle’s foot-sweat quickly permeated the entire area, causing Daed to have to stifle an involuntary moan. The micro was too terrified to move or make a sound, instinct kicking in to avoid being snuffed out by the monumental talons surrounding him.
“Any plans for the rest of the day?” Jake asked, beginning to change out of his dirty soccer uniform.
“Nah, just gonna head home and wind down before-” The eagle paused as his gaze locked onto the black tiny below him, both birds’ eyes locking together briefly.
Ahab couldn’t really believe that there was a micro splayed out on his day-old underwear, but surprise quickly became both excitement and fear. He realized simultaneously that he finally had a real, bonafide micro to play with, but also that his friend could not find out, as it would jeopardize his newfound toy.
“You alright?” the lanky cheetah asked, in the middle of putting on a fresh shirt. He turned towards his friend to inquire why the bird stopped mid-sentence.
“YEAH, yeah, I’m fine, haha.” Ahab sputtered out, quickly hiding the micro under one of his sweaty talons, being careful not to crush the little guy. “Just thought, I uh, lost the keys to my apartment!” Ahab was not too happy with his quickly forced reply, but hoped it worked regardless.
Daedalous had become trapped in a world of perspiration and pressure, his vision completely blacked out by the gigantic sole pressing down on him. The front of his body had been smooshed into the dark, smooth flesh, his beak forced into one of the large wrinkles. The little blackbird was in absolute heaven. This was the real deal, and if the giant eagle wanted him gone, he would have been a puddle of red goo by now. Daed was helpless to do much of anything, except huff on the supple talon-flesh that had molded itself around him. The smell was quickly becoming intoxicating, causing the micro’s tongue to lull out of his beak, and he couldn’t help but dig it through the crevice that had surrounded his entire face, and of course, the rest of him. He tried to squirm and grab at what he could get, but the macro had him completely pinned down — not that Daed had any complaints.
“…Aaaalrighty then, whatever you say, birdbrain.” The cheetah snickered, “Well I’ve gotta run, my shift starts early tomorrow and I need as much sleep as I can get.”
“S-sounds good Jake, I’ll see you next weekend.” said Ahab, stuttering slightly and trying to keep himself composed despite the faint tickles he could feel underneath his foot.
The cat got up and started walking off, waving goodbye to his eagle friend. After rounding the corner, Jake shook his head and chuckled, wondering what could have been making his bird friend so antsy, as it was pretty cute.
Ahab, meanwhile, let out a sigh of relief, and then cracked a sly grin to himself. We’ll be alone soon, little one, the blue eagle cooed to himself, rubbing his sweaty sole into the micro below him, and into his already-used underwear. The macro had to wait for the rest of the team to leave, though, before he could properly introduce himself to his new pet. He popped out his phone and browsed the internet, waiting for the time to pass while grinding the squirming tiny into his current musky prison.
For Daed, the ten minutes it took for the rest of the soccer team to clear out felt like an eternity. The gigantic bird’s talon-sweat had started to mat down his sleek feathers, the humidity of his current jail making it impossible to dry off. The red boxer briefs were already damp before the macro’s thick sole came down upon him, so its fabric did not offer any relief either. The scents of the titan’s feet and crotch had started to fuse together, easily causing the little blackbird to lose himself to the new, combined odor. He licked and squirmed and massaged anywhere his small form could reach, the sea of black flesh making it easy for him to do so. He worshiped the macro’s massive talon as if his life depended on it, because for all he knew, it could.
Ahab was becoming weary of his lingering teammates, especially given the effort he had to put into hiding his growing hard-on that easily tented the front of his shorts. But eventually, they all cleared out and went their separate ways. Some of his acquaintances said goodbye to him as they left, and he did his best to acknowledge their efforts, despite being occupied by the micro underfoot and his own throbbing black cock. Luckily, the soccer match was the last major event before the gym would close for the day. Once he was alone at last, the eagle lifted his talon upwards, nice and slow. The giant bird found it amusing that the tinier blackbird had already gotten sticky enough to cling a bit to the bottom of his foot. But the micro suddenly fell off and back onto his red boxer briefs, gasping and huffing loudly. He scooped up the little bird, and couldn’t help but share his sly, playful grin, giving the eager blackbird a good look over. He could easily spot the tiny avian’s pink erection, an easy indication that the micro was enjoying himself as much as he was.
“Well well well, what do we have here?” Ahab cooed, giving the small bird a poke with his index finger, scritching at the micro’s dampened black feathers.
“H-hi, I-I’m… uh, D-daed, I-I-”
“Shhhh, it’s ok little one, I’m not going to hurt you~” the titanic eagle continued.
Daedalous took a second to recuperate, as the macro continued to balance him in his massive hand. It was sort of hard, considering how surreal the situation had become. Here he was, a micro in the palm of a macro’s hand, mesmerized by the colossal eagle’s size and his soft, yellow eyes. He began to muster the confidence to explain how he got there, realizing more and more that if the eagle wanted him gone, it would have happened already.
“I’m… Daedalous, and I, um, found your profile on S-sizeScape,” the micro stuttered out, his mind working more clearly now, but his body needed more time to catch up. He stayed as still as he could, not wanting to get close to the edge of his palm, as he was very high up.
“Oh? It seems that you must be the little, anonymous admirer I gained the other day.” Ahab chuckled, scritching at the tiny bird even more, his talon gently working through the wet, downy feathers of Daed’s chest and belly. “But, how the hell did you manage to find me? You must’ve been stalking me pretty thoroughly, heh.”
Daed was about the speak up, but he was hushed by the macro bird before he could get a chance.
“Shhh, no explanation necessary, Daedalous. All that matters now is you’re here with me, and boy do I have plans for you” The way the macro ended his sentence was so mischievous, but it also had a dominating aura that emanated over the little avian, like his sweat and manly fragrance already had. “The only thing you have to worry about now, is where I’m going to put you.”
“Youcouldputmeinyourshoe,” Daedalous blurted out, the words getting strung together, thanks to the fact that he never thought he would utter them out loud. The bird crumpled up, dazed and confused by his craziest dreams starting to flow out and into reality itself.
“Awwww, so I found myself a little insole bird eh?” Ahab teased, enjoying the reactions of the little bird that was obviously infatuated with him. “I think you’ve spent more than enough time underneath my huge, wide talon for now, considering I can smell it on you from here! I think, for the sake of proper introductions, I should tuck you away somewhere more… intimate.”
The micro shuddered and huffed from the huge eagle’s words, his cock going back to full mast as his horniness and embarrassment continued to mix with each other. “P-please, sir, use m-me however you’d like,”
“Sir? Call me Ahab, little bird. I think we’re way past formalities.” The eagle used two fingers to stroke through the feathers of Daed’s back.
“O-ok, Ahab,” The micro bird sighed, finding relief from the exchange of each other’s names, and the gentle pets against his body.
“Good boy. But now, where to put such a good, tiny bird to use~”
“… you could put me in your inner thigh,” Daed muttered absentmindedly, as it was a recent, perverted scenario he had been fantasizing about heavily.
“What was that, hmmm? You’re gonna have to speak up, your voice doesn’t carry as far as you think, tiny.”
“… You c-could, um, put me in, y-your inner t-thigh” The micro repeated, struggling to raise his voice.
“Oooh… man!” The giant bellowed, the sound reverberating into Daed’s being “Do you mean, you want to be put between my thigh and my sac?”
“Yes p-please,” The blackbird huffed, shaken a bit by the titan’s loud voice.
“You are one kinky micro, I’ll tell ya that.” Ahab cooed, “I’ve definitely seen you tinies being used as underwear stuffing, and given how I found you naked on my used boxer briefs, it’s definitely where I thought to tuck you away.”
Daedalous shuddered out a moan from the eagle’s relentless teasing, unable to muster any words in response.
“But your idea, it takes that to a whole other level. Are you sure you can handle it, little bird? You’re gonna get squeezed and smothered every stride I take, every time I have to adjust how I’m sitting. You’re probably going to be a poor, hot mess by the time I’m through with you~”
“Y-yes, please, stuff me in there~” The tiny avian had completely succumbed to his lustful desires, his anxieties about the situation melting away. The macro could hear it in his little voice, and a big goofy grin became etched on his yellow beak.
“Heh, so eager all of the sudden, I love it! I’m definitely going to keep you, you’re better off being my toy anyway. There are so many fun places to stuff you into, so many ways to put my new pet to good use. But for now,” The macro lowered his current shorts and boxers down to his ankles, standing up and revealing his dark genitals in their full glory, stepping out of his current clothes fully. His massive black dick was already decently hard and glistening, easily the size of a large RV compared to the red winged blackbird. “It’s time to put you where you belong.”
Ahab bent down and grabbed his red boxer briefs, and brought both his used undies and the aroused blackbird with him to the mirror. The eagle looked into the mirror at his athletic form, and then un-cupped the hand that held Daed, smirking all the while. He put his day-old underwear down on the bench behind him, and then plunged the micro in-between his muscular thigh, and his sweaty ballsack.
Daedalous was fully committed, there was no going back at this point. His perverted thoughts had led him into this horny mess, and he couldn’t be happier. The giant’s hand brought him down to the level of his massive genitals. Both of his sleek balls glistened with post-soccer match sweat, and the savory aroma of the massive eagle hunk quickly started to fill in the micro’s lungs. The macro bird’s sac was big enough to occupy Daed’s entire apartment, which was fitting, as one of the eagle’s testicles was about to welcome him as its new roommate. As far as the blackbird was concerned, his old life was over. He wanted to be a pet, reduced to nothing but Ahab’s tiny zealot. The macro was a god in comparison to him, and all gods deserve their fill of worship.
The blue eagle rubbed the tiny into his left inner thigh, grinding his new devotee into the sweat-filled crevice. The blackbird moaned uncontrollably, as he was smothered and squashed into the hot, humid gap, squirming against the fine-feathered thigh at times, and the slick skin of the dark scrotum at others. Ahab continued to massage the micro into the depths of his crotch, hoping to get his toy nice and acquainted with his new home for the time being. His black cock was fully erect, leaking from all the stimulation going on in his nethers. The macro sighed in pleasure, looking back in the mirror for an outside perspective of his current actions. From what he was being displayed, all it really looked like was him touching himself. And the fact he could so thoroughly dominate the micro bird with his mere existence, only made him harder.
Daedalous was pretty much just along for the ride, as his whole entire form was smeared into the dark feathers and flesh of his new master. The most the little avian could do was writhe against the soft and humid area that he was being thoroughly dragged through, getting the occasional preen and lick in when there was enough of the pause. The eagle’s inner thigh was easily one of the sweatiest and steamiest areas of the gigantic bird, and one of the most potent with his earthy, post-workout fragrance. The micro took it all in, his dark feathers absorbing both the titan’s salty liquid and his tangy musk. At this point, only the minuscule red spots on his shoulders made any indication of his presence in the ocean of darkness, and it would only take Ahab standing up straight to completely lock the tiny bird away from the rest of the world, smothering him to the eagle’s left nut completely and utterly.
After a little more rubbing, the colossal eagle was satisfied with the preliminary results of the erotic treatment of his new companion, and slowly stood up, watching as his thigh and ballsack encompassed Daedalous completely. Once he was standing fully straight, his tiny toy was entirely tucked away, the only visible part of him being a sliver of his beak sticking out past his testicle. The macro chuckled at the sight, having to lean his junk into the mirror to see his new passenger’s accommodations. He put his hands on his massive hips and swayed them side to side, able to squeeze and compress the little bird deeper into his crotch, not even needing his fingers. The giant eagle then sat down and pulled his legs together, hiding Daedalous away completely and utterly. The only evidence of him as an entity being reduced to the faint squirms and tickles against the bigger avian’s smooth sack.
“So… my new little bird, how does it feel in there?” Ahab teased, splaying his legs out slowly and letting off the pressure, so his micro toy could speak. The macro couldn’t help but snicker as the tiny avian sputtered and gasped, his body now stuck to the musky thigh gap, thanks to all the sweat and stimulation.
“I… hahh.. l-l, hhhh, love it, huffff” the blackbird gasped, trying to catch his breath. While he did now have access to more fresh air, most of it was dominated by the eagle’s masculine aroma.
“That’s very good to hear, pet. Because you’re going to be down there for a looong while~” Ahab grabbed his red briefs and stretched them above the little blackbird, so he could truly take in just how miniscule he was. A single pair of the eagle’s undies could occupy most of the airspace within his vision. “It’s only fitting that I stow you away with these. You found me because of them, and now I get to give you the full, big bird experience with them as well.”
Daedalous panted and moaned into his moist, lewd surroundings. The verbal area of his brain had been completely overloaded with pure bliss. All he could now do in response to the macro’s incessant teasing was lick deeply into the steamy flesh he was stuck to, nuzzling his beak in as deep as he could. The little bird rubbed and humped his cock against the fine feathers of the eagle’s thigh, the smooth skin of his scrotum, causing oodles of precum to stream out of his itty, bitty tip. Despite how small the micro was, Ahab’s current attention to him made it easy for the bigger bird to feel the micro’s pure dedication, causing him to let out a rumbly moan of his own.
“…Hhhah, you’re setting a real large standard for yourself, despite your stature, little one. I do expect you to keep it up — your life is one of service to me now, and I can be a strict employer,” The huge eagle playfully rubbed his thigh into his soft sac, squishing the micro once more. “For now though, It’s time to take you home. And, time to show you your new home, underwear stuffing.”
Ahab carefully put his slightly damp, red boxer briefs around his ankles. He gradually slid them up his legs, standing back up as he did. He was careful to make sure his toy stayed in the position; that he didn’t slip out or into a place where he could get crushed. He definitely did not want to lose his new, horny pet. Slowly, but surely, the briefs reached his sweaty crotch, and he pulled the fabric tight, locking in his moisture, scent, and the horny micro. He continued stretching the fabric upwards, making sure his new pet was snug up against his inner thigh. He used his day-old underwear to continue rubbing the micro into his steamy prison, until he felt a little bird shake more than usual, and he could tell there was a new wet spot inside his humid crevice.
“Oh ho ho, don’t think I didn’t just feel that, little bird~” The titan chuckled, swinging his hips around even more. He squeezed Daedalous deeper into his left nut, hoping to milk more of the micro’s fluids onto his skin. “That was just the first of many orgasms, pet. Your cum belongs to me now, and you’re gonna coat every single inch of me, all in good time” Ahab cooed, using two of his massive fingers to rub his spent toy. “And, my cum’s going to coat every single inch of you, but probably, in a much shorter amount of time. And, with many, many coatings.”
Daed was a broken, ravaged mess, stuck to the inner thigh of a colossal bird, his white juices dripping and soaking his groin and all the flesh that surrounded him. He was plastered in, both by his own fluids and Ahab’s salty perspiration, stuck huffing on the macro’s earthy, manly musk. The red boxer briefs that had led him to his current state, with the white stitching and red lettering; the ones he imagined being inside all those times he was horny online: he was now exactly where he wanted to be. He was a pet, a toy, a bug. Nothing but oversexed stuffing in a giant’s underwear. And he couldn’t be happier.
Ahab swayed his hips and squished the blackbird a bit more, before taking his first strides with his new passenger, testing out the first few steps to make sure the small avian wasn’t going anywhere. Satisfied, he walked over to grab his things, first pulling out his phone. He sat down and logged into SizeScape, and peeled back his underwear, exposing Daed to the white light of the locker room one more time. He snapped a photograph of the micro, nestled deep into his genitals, and snapped the band of his briefs back into place. He posted his proud work with the caption “Like I said, where tinies belong~”, putting on the rest of his clothes, burying Daedalous underneath all the layers. He went to pick up his other pair of used briefs, and gave them a huff. He wanted to take in his fragrance, get an idea of what his little bird was experiencing, and man did he smell good. His massive black cock throbbed, imagining the steamy cocoon he had the little bird encapsulated in.
Once Ahab was fully dressed, he scanned the area to make sure he didn’t forget anything, and to his amusement, he found a tiny pile of clothes. Snickering at the sight, Ahab decided to pocket them, in case his little toy needed them for later, sliding them into the little coin pocket on his jeans. In his mind though, the little red-winged blackbird would probably never need to worry about clothes again. Unless of course, it was the next piece of the macro’s clothing that he would become stuffing for. The giant eagle had successfully made sure he had all of his things, and started to leave the gym. There was an extra skip in his step though, and his hips were swinging more than usual. The future was looking nice and bright for him and his new, little companion.