"Our top story for the morning, the downtown district is still recovering from the impromptu growth spurt of another upcoming macro. In this video recording, taken by an amateur, we can clearly see the frigatebir..."

Leslie switched off the TV set in order to spare himself from any further embarrassment and the consequences that would soon follow if he didn't. It had been almost two weeks since his "little accident" and yet it was still being played on all the news networks. Although, it didn't come to him as a surprise, seeing as how he reached planetary size, a feat which would not be soon forgotten. He had Vanessa, his lynx girlfriend, to thank for that, seeing as how she'd remind him almost EVERY TIME she could when they saw each other in her apartment. Then again, it was that ability of his that first attracted her to him. He huffed a bit in frustration, which caused his chest to puff up a bit. It's not that he was mad at her or anything but just the fact she would dote on him, a bit too much actually, which had the uncanny affect of making him puff up without him even trying too. It was almost as if she had control over his ability but he just chalked it up to it being his subconscious acting upon his primal urges.

Leslie took some deep breathes, exhaling loudly, to try and reduce his chest size before Vanessa caught whiff of what was going on. However, this occurrence never could go unwanted for as soon as he started his exhalation exercises, Vanessa came around the corner, smiling deviously as she saw him, trying to cover up the obvious. Before he could say anything, she pounced on him with her feline dexterity and promptly began to, you guessed it, dote on him.

"Oooh... Leslie... you're SO big.." she said, as she pressed in her paw against his bright red chest, causing it to squeak a bit as it puffed up bigger, which caused her paw to sink in further into his chest.

"And you're SO tense hon..." she said as she ran her digits through his frazzled feathers. "Let me help you relax...". Normally, at this point, Leslie would say something, to the effect that he was good, but his chest had puffed up so big by now, he had difficulty in opening his beak to speak so all he could do was just blush as Vanessa gave him that predatory smile, the kinda smile she would have on her face just before she would bite into a piece of meat.

It was gonna be a LONG Sunday morning.

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I guess you could say that this is either a conclusion or a continuation to the last entry of the series that  draco-rex commissioned, from  atmanryu, for me as a gift. That page can be seen by clicking here. I'll leave it up to you all to decide which it is but this much I can tell you, this is definitely not the last of the adventures of Leslie and Vanessa.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed the artwork along with the short story and let me know what you all think of my writing. :3

Leslie the frigatebird, Vanessa the lynx and story © to moi,  tigerclawwi
Artwork ©  dastardlydevil
To see his posting of the artwork, click here.