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Seconds tick away and echo through the still air. The blue computer light stains my eyes as I type away. The clacking of the keyboard breaks the unnerving silence. Desk work. My ass is deep in this chair. I'm on tower control again, lucky me. Although, it's more of an office job rather than an air traffic controller gig. Rather cold in this tiny airport. My swamp green aviation jacket snuggles on my white collared button-up. A red tie cuddles my neck a tad too tightly. Long gray pants and a tight black belt nurture my strong legs. Short black lace-up boots cover my blue wool socks. Black leather gloves secure my nimble hands for added warmth and dexterity. Finishing my look sits a headset proudly on my face. The spitting image of an aviator! Well, an aviator stuck at a desk. Sigh, 'nother cup-o-joe for the long night ahead.
I stand up, stretching my slightly chubby body. Back cracking, muscles relaxing, and a loud obnoxious yawn complete my little yoga session. I take my airline-branded mug and walk towards the coffee machine. This taut uniform at least brings my curves out nicely. My belt rustles up and down ever so gently with my pace. A chunky body and half a pound of belt accessories outta make a fair bit of noise. My leather glove creaks a little as my fingers clasp the mug handle. My pants are rolled up over my boots. Correctly bloused, smoothly polished, and evenly laced. The baggy bits of my black dress pants scuff against each other as I move about. The thick treads and soles of my boots echo against the hard tile floor. Thinking about how men dress up so nicely… especially my brother.
Leaning close to the counter with my gut touching the rim, I briefly this of my older brother. No matter where I am, I can feel him. His warmth, that deep voice, I loved him my entire life. I learn from him, always observing closely...
For now, some warm coffee calls me. Mustn't dawdle.
Taking my mug and placing it under the machine, I press the button to brew. Three minutes later, I take a swig of the dark bitter liquid. How the hot stream punches my throat and tumbles inside my body, fills me with vigor! The potion of champions!
Savoring my first glug, I walk back to my desk. I place the mug back down, whiffing the steamy aroma that warms my face. I wiggle my gloved fingers, holding onto the sides of my massive swivel chair. After adjusting the position of my ass briefly, I plop these cake-sized booty cheeks down once again. I begin to type away as if nothing changed. Five minutes pass, ten, twenty, up to an hour. But, not a second more…
[KZZZRRTZTZZZ!!]
My headset flairs up! A signal, incoming! My voice booms through the speaker.
This is Orville!
[Krrrrzzzzttzz. "Helloooo?"]
Delta Oscar! Delta Oscar!
[Crrrktzz. "Is this thing on?"]
You are now speaking to DODO Airlines.
["Aaahaaa!" Ktzz. "I can hear you loud and cleeeearrr!"]
That voice. It's him.
[Kzz. "Hahahaaa! I'm home little broooo!"]
Wilbur. My big brother.
["Destination: Hungry Oscar Musky Electricity. HOME!"]
R-roger! DoDo Zero-Zero, clear to land runway one-liner!
["Roger Roger. Cleared to land runway one-liner, DoDo Zero-Zero.~"]
I fire more details in quick succession. Midnight, partly cloudy, calm wine speed 4 miles per hour northwest, Lane Delta clear to land.
["Copy that! Lima Awesome Nice Delta, LAND Sequence active!"]
This is DAL, DODO Airlines. My brother and I are the only employees. We love every minute, every day, every moment together. I watch his plane land on my runway cameras. Smooth as always! Such a skilled, sexy pilot. He teaches me so well.
After shutting off the aircraft, he gets out and walks right into the airport. Shoving the gate to my right, he comes to greet me.
"Little bro! Orville! I missed you!"
Wilbur walks behind the counter as I get up and talk about my boring night here.
"Our winter vacation's coming up, and I've got tons of plans for us!"
I chuckled, hugging him tightly. We feel each other's leather-bound hands and tight uniforms. Our belts and boots scuff each other during our long tight cuddle. Afterward, Wilbur glugs some of my coffee, sighing happily.
"Got you something.~"
He pulls out a beautiful gold pilot's pin with my name on it.
"I have one too. These will strengthen our, y'know, powers!"
Ah, yes, our true forms.
"We've earned it, bro. Time to go DODO?"
Hell. Yes. Time to go Dodo, big bro.~
Wilbur puts his pin on, then mine. His strong hands, his careful touch, I feel so safe in his care. He takes my hand and places it on his pin. He places his hand on mine.
Our lips touch.
Tongues interlocking.
A blink or two, our eyes turn bright blue. Feathers fluff from our hair. These lips meet deep. This kiss starts to go deeper.
Gaining weight quickly, a taut fifty pounds more. Feels good. I'm better heavier. My brother gains weight too. Buttons fly, we unbuckle each other's belts.
I pat my brother's tummy like bongo drums. His hands on my body make me go feral.
Kissing further, our cocks tent up in the pants. Such plump balls and cock growing three times their size. I'm already leaking so hard as I smell my sweaty brother hard and deep. His manly musk penetrating my senses. His alluring sapphire eyes gawking for more attention.
Our gloves rip as bird hands begin to grow. Hard cracking and loud shifting of our bodies begin to occur. Such large hands and sharp black talon claws. I scratch and ruffle Wilbur's feathers as they continue to spread. The exchange of body heat intensifies my throbbing mass. My drool slobs and trickles down our cheeks as our beeks shape and form.
My long dodo tongue slathering his deep mouth, our necks cracking as I taste every inch.
Biceps gaining mass, thighs thickening below. My boots, my strong pilot boots. They're so tight…
Our massive talons RRRIP right through! A massive pop breaks the front of the boots. My massive three-toed feet stretch and crack so harshly. My massive dodo toes and clawed talon feet smack against the tiled floor. It felt so good to air them out again. A slight hint of a cheddar smell too, nice.~
Of course, my older brother is the smelliest.
At least we've got more uniforms, boots, and anything one could want, with many larger sizes. For now, I indulge in my brother's body some more.
As our bodies finish changing, I drop his ripped pants and slap that massive ass of his. I start fingering him deeply. Finally, our cocks and balls are exposed after more growing. With more kissing and foreplay, I start jerking our cocks together. Massive, meaty, leaking, foot-long dodo cocks with such plentiful bird nuts. So hairy, so feathery, so smelly. I love playing with my brother's foreskin and squeezing his balls the most. Tonight, I top him.
I pin him down to the ground with the undying strength of my love for him.
"Wooo! Lil bro's so strong tonight! Land your bird on my runway!~"
Cue the cute plane noises. Here CUMS the airplane!
"A-aah-AAAAAAHHHHH!!~"
I slam my wide bird cock deep up Wilbur's long tight asshole. I fuck his anus hard, my dip reaching so deeply. I moan long and loud into his throat as the kissing continues. Our massive fat guts press against each other as our tongues continue salivating, throbbing, kissing…
I hump and hump. Mmmh, Wilbur moaning like a bitch.
I'm so close, I pound his raw tight anus relentlessly. My balls slap so hard against his massive wedding cake-sized ass. Oh yeah, our future wedding cake's gonna be huge for sure.
Minutes later, my cock tip gathers hot fat globs of curdled cream. My dodo bird cum about to launch up my older brother's ass.
"N-nnnhhg.."
He's so weak now, time to land on the runway.
I let it all out, I cum.
"MMMMFFFFF!! AAAAHHG!~"
Wilbur squeals and moans so hard. I shoot my hot dodo cream and fill his ass like a double chocolate eclair. My birdie spunk coats every inch of his anal cavity. Our toes curl around our boots as we both release our seed. His fat loads of dodo milk splatter everywhere. Both hot orgasms cause us to melt and drool into deeper kissing.
I embrace Wilbur hard as our hard cocks settle down and rest right on top of each other. Our semi-hard crotch birds are leaking still and my brother's fat tight red donut hole throbs gently. He won't be walking for a week.~
I whisper sweet nothings in code to him. His response holding a moan and a lustful whisper.
"D-Delta Oscar Delta Oscar bro…"
His piercing blue eyes slowly close.
"L-Lima Oscar Valentine Epsilon, Love, you too.~"
We keep our mouths locked in a kiss. I gently close my eyes. I fell asleep on top of my Wilbur. We snore together under the desk, our feathers keeping us toasty, our presence keeping each other safe.