March 6

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Nixter sat on a bench in H_TO Park, watching a handful of boats sail around the harbor while he enjoyed the cool breeze.

It was the first truly warm day of the year in Toronto, reaching nearly 20° C, and it just so happened to fall on his birthday. Nixter was thrilled to have the opportunity to spend his birthday relaxing outdoors without freezing his ass off. That didn’t happen most years.

He’d even brought along a cupcake to enjoy. A whole birthday cake would be far too much, but why not treat himself a little bit? Nixter took out a candle he’d brought along and stuck it in the center of the sweet. He hadn’t brought a lighter, but that was no issue — Nixter was a phoenix, and he could simply use his own flames to light it.

Happy birthday to me, he thought as he held the cupcake and its lit candle up in front of his face. Now he just needed to make a wish before blowing it out. He thought for a moment, then blew a short puff of air to extinguish the flame. I wish I was one of those giants people keep talking about.

It was a bit of a silly wish, but wishes are just wishes, after all. Nixter loved the idea of being enormous, but it was a wholly unrealistic idea. Or at least it seemed that way, until about a week ago.

Recently, there had been rumors of creatures up in the northernmost parts of Canada growing to colossal sizes after a sudden magnetic storm. Nixter had seen the northern lights at the time; they were absolutely gorgeous. He wasn’t sure whether the aurora was connected to the appearances of the giants or if it just happened to be coincidental.

He also, to be fair, wasn’t convinced such creatures actually existed. There had been video footage of a few giants that had appeared as far south as the U.S., but it seemed just as likely to him that it was a poorly-judged promo for some upcoming monster movie. And barely anyone lived up in the wilderness of northern Canada, so who could really know what was going on up there?

Regardless, Nixter happily ate his birthday treat without worrying about it too much. The cupcake was delicious — chocolate, with fiery red, orange and yellow frosting that matched the patterns on his slender avian body. He was surprised to find such a perfect fit at the local bakery.

He popped the last bite of the cupcake into his beak and happily swallowed it down, then tossed the wrapper into the trash bin next to him. The phoenix stretched out his legs and leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head, content to enjoy such a beautiful day.

Suddenly, Nixter found himself toppling backwards, the bench giving out from under him. He let out an involuntary squawk as his rump collided with the ground. The bench should have been bolted to the ground, but somehow it had come loose and tipped over. More than that, it appeared to be much smaller than it was when Nixter first sat down.

The firebird’s heart jumped in his chest. He was growing! Whether it was his birthday wish or just a coincidence, Nixter found himself rising rapidly, his clothes quickly ripped to shreds.

Within moments, Nixter greatly outsized most of the buildings in the area, reaching more than 1,000 feet with ease. “Best birthday present ever,” he breathed as he took his first step, feeling his thick soles smother the trees and vehicles below him.

The CN Tower was just a couple of blocks away, and it made for an excellent measuring stick. By the time Nixter’s growth finally stopped, he was roughly the same size. He gingerly walked toward the landmark, taking care not to harm anyone below him. (Fortunately, the area quickly cleared out once the growing bird appeared.)

The phoenix stood in front of the tower, placing a hand flat on his head and moving it over the tower. It cleared by more than a few feet. Nixter smirked and grabbed his hardening shaft. “Let’s compare this, too.” It was a bright yellow that matched the feathers on his chest and legs, and it was definitely thicker than the CN Tower. It throbbed a bit, and a spurt of pre fell to the pavement below, making a satisfying splash on impact.

Guess I should take care of that, Nixter thought. There was no way he could fuck the CN Tower without it immediately breaking. But… he turned around with an eager look on his beak. Right next door was the Rogers Centre, an enormous stadium. Perfect.

Baseball season hadn’t started yet, so the stadium was empty today. Nixter got on all fours, his body easily crossing the full length of the arena. He carefully guided his cock against the building’s walls, then forcefully shoved it through them, beginning to grind his dick against the ground inside the stadium while he rather publicly began to hump the stadium. His lewd moans were soon booming throughout downtown Toronto. It felt amazing, and he marveled at how his body was so easily able to turn such a huge building into a toy.

Nixter huffed as he suddenly began to feel something small rubbing the sensitive flesh on the soles of his feet. He twisted his body around and was surprised to see some tiny furs eagerly worshipping his huge paws. Huh, I guess they’re not all scared.

The phoenix wiggled and flexed his toes in enjoyment. The pleasure of the worship was just enough to push him toward the edge. He began to thrust into the stadium wildly, his heavy nuts slapping against its crumbling walls, until, at long last, thick, dense ropes of avian cum began to shoot out of his swollen cock.

It was nirvana for the macro, an orgasm that lasted minutes. He’d nearly filled the first bowl of seats in the stadium with sticky white seed by the time he’d finished. He flopped over onto his back, tongue hanging out of his beak as he caught his breath. It’s gonna be hard to top this birthday next year, he thought with a smile.