Lil story I ended up writing out quickly, so apologizes if the quality is lacking I just had to get it down :3 Also the title is an acronym for "Bird That Serves You and Exorbitant Amount of Food" but couldn't fit it all in. Anyways enjoy!

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Sam whistled a merry tune as he waited at the corner of the town block.

He was dressed rather spiffily for a Thursday morning, with a bright red tuxedo jacket (complimented by a bright red tie), a white button up undershirt, some white pants, and black dress shoes. Paired with his black hair and dark skin, he stood out quite a lot compared to the rather boring outfits everyone else wore. But it was for good reason.

The coattails of his jacket hung down his backside as he rocked in place before checking his pocket watch again. He said he’d be here by now.

As if on cue, Sam spotted a border collie walking down the street. He wore some black cargo shorts, a light blue t-shirt with a pocket on it’s chest, and some thick square glasses. A pair of headphones was slung around his neck and his tail wagged excitedly as he spotted Sam standing at the corner.

“Oh hiya!” said the collie, who walked over to Sam with great glee. He seemed like he was going to practically bounce out of his outfit.

“You must be Sam I take it?” he asked. Sam nodded and held out a hand, which the collie took with enthusiasm and shook.

“A pleasure to meet ya! I’m Sven, as you know, and you’re here to pick up your potion?” he asked.

“Indeed. You got it?” Sam asked. Sven nodded and pulled out of his shorts pocket a small glass square vial. It was marked with a white and red bird icon. The interior had a rainbow liquid that shimmered in the light.

“One small vial of Butler Juice, prepared by yours truly. Should last for a few days, enough for the convention tomorrow and a bit after.” Sven said excitedly. He ed the vial over to Sam, who in turn pulled out a wad of cash. The goods and services were exchanged and Sam held up the vial in joy. It was going to be perfect for his cosplay.

“It looks so cool. How’d you get that shimmer effect?” Sam asked. Sven pocketed the money and adjusted his glasses.

“Just some clever use of food coloring. If you’re worried about the taste don’t worry it’s just some modified apple juice.” Sven explained. Sam nodded and uncorked the bottle, taking a whiff of the juice. It smelled of apples sure enough, and yet he could detect a tinge of an iron scent mixed in.

“Well, pleasure doing business with you Sam! Hope to see you again soon. I’m sure your Swatchling cosplay is going to be excellent.” Sven said excitedly. Sam smiled and held up the vial in mock cheers.

“Well, let’s find out.” he said, before taking the vial and downing it. The taste was smooth and definitely apple juice. It was awesome. Same chugged the whole vial and let out a satisfied sigh as he corked the bottle and stowed it in his pocket.

He looked over to see Sven with a nervous expression on his face, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his head. Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Something wrong?” Sam asked. Sven seemed to unfreeze and cleared his throat.

“Oh no nothing’s wrong. Just… I didn't expect you to down it while wearing your outfit is all.” Sven said, confused. Sam became confused in turn.

“Why? Is that bad?” Sam asked. Sven began to look around nervously.

“Uhhhh, well Swatchlings are pretty big, and of course it’s near impossible to make transformation products that can preserve clothing so…” Sven didn’t need to spell it out as Sam realized how foolish he had just acted.

“Oh crap.” was all he said. In an instant, he felt pangs of strange feelings across his body. The changes were starting, and he hadn’t considered the fact that A. He was still in public and B. He was wearing a rather fancy outfit that was not going to last the next 5 minutes.

“Uhhhh… I’m gonna go stop by the clothing store real quick then. Pleasure doing business.” Sam said as he too began to sweat. Sven gave a confidant thumbs up and ran off in an instant, leaving Sam awkwardly standing on the street corner.

He could see nearby bystanders watching him as he hobbled to the clothing store, doing his best to not think about the transformation. He had done this many times through many different forms, so he had experience holding back the transformation until necessary. All he had to do was focus on his body and his human form. It would keep it at bay, so long as he didn’t think of anything relating to Swatchlings.

As he thought about not thinking about the Swatchlings, he felt a surge in the TF. He could feel his chest quiver as something began to sprout on his chest. The feeling from his surrounding skin confirmed it was a coat of feathers. Right. Don’t even think about not thinking about… the birds.

He felt a weaker pang. Seems even thinking of… avians (much weaker pang) was off the table. So he just cleared his head and focused on reaching the clothing store. Luckily there was a convenient one nearby that had a few customers entering and exiting, so he squeezed his way into the rotating door and managed to get inside.

The store was a double story one with a massive set of stairs at the end, while rows upon rows of nice outfits lined the nearby shelves. Several humans and anthros alike were wandering around, picking out various outfits for a multitude of purposes. Directly in front of Sam was a bird manning the front counter (he felt another pang as the feathers spread further), who gave him a pleasant smile with her beak as he walked up.

“Welcome to the Chords Clothing Boutique! How may I help you today?” asked the employee. Sam gave a nervous smile before clearing his throat, doing his best to not be bothered by the sensation of the feathers spreading across his body.

“Hello! I um… need to use one of your changing rooms real quick. I’ve got a couple outfits I need to… ah… try out.” he asked politely. As he did, he saw some black out of the corner of his eye and saw his hands were beginning to get covered up by feathers. His fingernails cracked and began to stretch out as his skin took on a corvid texture and his nails became talons. Sam hid his hands behind his back as the attendant nodded.

“Of course! Changing rooms will be in the back behind the staircase. Do let us know if you need any assistance today.” she said cheerfully. Sam gave her a polite nod and walked past the counter, feeling his hands beginning to bulge out more as feathers and muscle alike began to pack on.

Sam felt a tightness in his shoes and looked down in fear to see three large bulges appearing on the tips of them. He could feel his toes merging together into sharp talons as they stretched out, attempting to escape the confinement of his nice shoes. Sam’s breathing quickened and he did his best to keep suppressing his changes. He was almost to the changing room.

It was getting harder to move as he could feel his body getting larger. His tie was getting taut around his neck while he felt some feathers beginning to bloom from the collar of his shirt. He could feel the seat of his pants getting tight as tail feathers formed and pressed into his nice pants right below his tailcoats. His whole outfit felt like it was many sizes too small. Oh why did he drink the juice without hesitation? Well at least he knew he wasn’t getting scammed.

“Hey Bruce!” called a voice. He couldn’t help but look over to see a large shark anthro wearing a white button up that looked just a bit too small for him. He looked towards a smaller white dog who was talking to him with a bit of frustration.

“Why are you wearing that?!?!? Don’t you see how small it is on you?” the dog said, angrily stamping his paw on the carpet.

“Oh calm down Frank. It’s a 3X those still fit me.” the shark said exasperated.

“YOU WERE A 3X 3 YEARS AGO WHEN YOU HADN’T HIT THE GYM YET!” Frank shouted, catching the attention of the nearby shoppers. Bruce looked like he wanted to object, but in that moment his shirt gave out and the buttons pinged off and clattered to the floor. His massive pectorals and abs pushed through the shirt and took the rest of the buttons with him, leaving his chest exposed.

Sam saw this whole exchange and felt himself blush. Lots of muscle, just like the Swatchli- HRK! The moment he thought of it he felt his muscles grow in turn. His body almost ballooned out and he could feel the top button of his tuxedo getting stretched thin. Before he could react, his massive pectorals pushed it too far and it pinged off and flew through the air, striking Frank in the back of the head.

“Hey! What gives?” he asked angrily. Frank and Bruce both turned around to see Sam standing there, his clothes looking mighty small on him.

“Ah sorry! Just some… clothes trouble is all.” Sam said, doing his best to keep his cool. It was tough as he felt his body actively fighting to tear his outfit to shreds. Bruce just laughed, getting an annoyed glare from Frank.

“I know the feeling. Good to see a fellow lifter here though. You keep working on those muscles man.” he said with enthusiasm before flashing his guns. Sam felt a much stronger pang as his arms felt like they were about to explode out of his sleeves. Luckily, he held them back before they did any real damage.

“Th-thanks! I’ll see you later then bye!” he said quickly before walking over to the changing rooms. Frank just looked at Bruce and sighed.

“Let’s get you a size that actually fits.” he said. Bruce nodded sheepishly as he began to take off his shirt.

Sam managed to squeeze his way into a changing room and closed the door behind him before locking it. He breathed a sigh of relief and instinctively felt his body bulge out again. Now that he was out of sight he could relax a little, sitting down on the nearby bench to let the transformation run its course.

The moment he let loose, his arm began to stretch out of his sleeves, with muscle and feathers packing on. A distinct smell of paint filled the small confined air of the changing room as his feathers grew and protruded from the various gaps in his clothing. The button on the collar of his sleeve was stretched to its limit before pinging off and landing on the floor, letting his ripped forearms escape their embrace.

Sam felt his face shifting as the feathers covered up his head like a hood. They poofed out of the various points along his skin while his face slowly began to stretch out. His teeth merged together into one large beak that stretched out of his mouth while his skin fused to it, forming into a large white beaked face. His eyes took on a diamond shape and shifted to a bright red that matched with his jacket as his face finished changing, becoming much like a Swatchling’s.

Sam had been holding his breath and finally exhaled as he got used to his new face. It felt hard and firm like ivory, yet smooth to the touch as he reached up to it. His enthrallment was interrupted by two large ripping noises from his lower body.

Firstly, his tail feathers had finally earned their freedom and had ripped out of the seat of his pants, pushing out bits of white cloth as they assumed a wide fan shape that dropped across the back of his bench.

The other ripping noise came from his socks as he felt his ankles beginning to rip through the top of them. His shoes looked comically bloated now as he felt his three talons getting stuck at the end of them. He picked up one of his legs and held his shoe to try and ease the soreness he felt, but all that would relieve it would be what followed.

In an instant, the front and back of his shoes tore open and out came three large talons, with a back talon to act as tearing out of the back. The remains of his socks clung stubbornly to them, but he was happy that the tightness had been relieved. He wiggled his toes to try and get them more loose, watching them bloat and grow even now as more of his shoes and socks started to tear apart.

Sam’s sleeves weren’t faring much better as he could feel his arms ripping them along the seams. Muscle and feathers took up the space once occupied by cloth and Sam could see his eyeline rising from its original position as his legs stretched out. He placed his leg back on the floor and could feel his talons and calves still growing, causing his white pants to begin to rip across them.

PING! More muscles won over the clothing as buttons started to fly from his jacket. It had been stretched across his frame to its limits and the cloth and buttons separated one by one, pinging helplessly against the door in front of him as his pectorals and abs all grew to give him a body worthy of a Swatchling.

He felt a sudden tightness around his neck and realized his tie was going to be an issue. He reached up his massive hand to his neck and went to undo his tie, but he underestimated his own strength and instead managed to rip it off in one smooth action. He felt the back of it fall down behind him as he looked at the torn up tie in his hand pitifully.

“Whoops.” was all he could say.

With his neck free, his undershirt wasn’t able to withstand it, and as the cloth separated he saw more of his chest and muscles underneath. He couldn’t help but blush as he saw his own form getting so packed, and in turn the transformation seemed to speed up. His muscles grew and height increased and he realzied how small the changing room really was.

He was forced to pull his legs up and push against the door to save space, where he saw his talons finally outgrow his shoes. The soles of each popped off from the leather and fell to the floor while the top of them separated across his growing mass, leaving just his socks behind. Then with several quick rips, they too gave up and fell to the ground. Sam would have to clean this all up.

PING PING PING! In sequence, the buttons of his undershirt popped off as his muscles finally won the battle. His massive pectorals pushed out of the newly opened gap and Sam let out a surprised squawk as he looked down at them. More buttons popped and flew off as his whole upper body was soon exposed in the front.

“Oh my… this feels…” Sam grabbed one of his newly grown muscles and gently massaged it, feeling the fibrous tendons underneath. It felt amazing.

RIIIPPPP!! Sam doubled over as he felt his back tear through the rear of his jacket and undershirt. Muscles popped and bulged out of the tear as Sam could feel himself getting compressed inside the Changing Room. It was not used to someone of his stature.

His sleeves tore away from his body fully by this point while down below, he saw his belt giving up too. It stretched and the leather tried to stay intact over his massive waist, but soon it too had to . With a loud snap it tore open at the front, causing the button of his pants to undo. Sam blushed harder and reached down to cover it up, even though he had nothing underneath to really cover up by this point.

The changes then reached their climax as Sam felt his body let out one last gurgle. He groaned for a moment before suddenly, his body expanded one last time. Muscles reached their peak, his talons slammed into the door and almost tore it off it’s hinges, his pants tore up to his thighs, and his hacket and undershirt were reduced to nothing but some torn up vests. Sam felt the changes subside and took a deep breath.

He looked down at his new form and was pleased to see that Sven’s work had paid off. He was big, nearly double his regular height, with loads of muscles and paint scented feathers covering them. His massive talons scrapped against the floor, pushing aside the remains of his shoes and socks with ease as he flexed and wiggled them. His calves and thighs were gigantic, and his waist even more so to his massive upper body. He looked in the small changing room mirror towards his face and was enthralled to see the bird face he now bore following his movements. It was gratifying to always finish a transformation.

Unfortunately, reality struck as he heard a knock at the door, causing him to look over and where he was.

“Sir, are you ok in there? We heard what sounded like a squabble in here?” asked the familiar voice of the bird lady. Sam cleared his throat and looked down at his outfit, realizing he still had no replacement for it at the moment. He gently walked up to the door, crouching down to avoid hitting the ceiling, and opened it.

The bird was surprised to see how massive Sam was now (in addition to him being a giant bird as well), as Sam stepped out and looked around sheepishly in his torn up outfit. The nearby customers all gave curious glances in his direction.

“Uhhhhhhh I’m sorry. I may have… gotten a bit ahead of myself. Do you happen to sell… red tuxedo suits here?” he asked. The bird sighed and pointed to the men’s section upstairs.

“Should be some there. Just clean up your mess and we’ll let the “no shoes no shirt” policy slide for now. Just, don’t distract the customers too much.” she said.

Sam raised a non-existent eyebrow and wondered what she meant until he saw a couple of the customers staring at his muscles with slight blushes. Sam ended up blushing again and covered up his body with his large wings.

He managed to snag a near replica of his outfit from before and after carefully cleaning out the changing room (and hoping no one asked about the scratch marks on the floor and door), he managed to fit himself into a new outfit. He replaced his dress shoes with some nice white spats and some white pants with a hole for his tail feather (since he had no idea Swatchlings had talons or tails to begin with. You can’t get much detail from such simple sprites).

He couldn’t help but flex a bit in the mirror first to ire his new form before getting on a new undershirt, jacket, and tie. With all the details in place (and a free handkerchief he had snagged from the counter) he looked just like a real Swatchling. He grinned (or at least tried to with a beak) and took on a professional pose with his new look before stepping out of the changing room.

It was time for some nice cosplay shenanigans (and maybe some weight lifting on the side).