A Family Eggsperiment
Last Edit: Mar 20th, 2017
Note to readers who have read this story before. It has been rewritten in part to make continuing it easier. The broad outlines are the same but some characters have changed.
All characters in this story are over 18.You must be of legal age in your jurisdiction to read this story.
Brad Colton threw himself on the bail of hay, laughing hysterically. “Did you see them flapping and squawking!?” he gasped between bouts of laughter. His twin brother, Scott, flopped down on a bail of hay opposite his brother, laughing so hard he could only nodd. “Paw-kawk! Pawk-pawk-paw-kawk!” Brad mimichked, fists in his armpits, flapping his arms like a panicked chicken. Scott caught his breath. “Actually, it was more like: Pwaaak! Pwaaak! Pwaaak!” he squawked, before bending over again with laughter. All they had done was blow bubbles, ordinary soap bubbles, into one of their uncle Fred’s experimental hen houses, where he raised various types of genetically-modified chickens. Just as they had seen online, the effect was electric, the chickens for some reason panicking at the sight of the bubbles as if they were a deadly predator getting ready to strike. They squawked, flapped and fluttered every which way, feathers flying, in their haste to get as far away from the bubbles as possible. The gag had probably wreaked havoc with one of uncle Fred’s experiments, but the sight of it would have been worth it even if they had gotten caught, which, of course, they hadn’t.
It took quite a while for their spasms of laughter to finally die down. After catching his breath, Brad wondered idly why they had run into the barn. The day was hot and sticky, so much so that he and Scott were both bear-chested, wearing only sandals and shorts. Hay was already sticking to his skin, which had become damp with the sweat of their flight from the chicken coops. Scott too had bits of straw and dust sticking to his back and arms, where he had made contact with the hay. He seemed to notice this at the same time as Brad did, and Brad knew that he was thinking the same thing he was. This was, of course, nothing unusual. Brad and Scott had always displayed that strange ability to read each other’s thoughts so many twins seemed to enjoy. “Fuck, we’re full of straw,” Scott said. “We should wash up.”
“Yeah, let’s take a dip in the creek,” Brad suggested. Since Scott had been about to suggest the same thing, he readily agreed, and the brothers headed for the small creek that ran through a wooded area between their uncle Fred’s farm and their own family’s property.
They had seen each other naked more times than either of them could count, so neither hesitated before stripping and diving into the cool, crystalline water. After swimming and splashing for a good half hour, they lay down to relax in the dappled shade on one of the large flat rocks that dotted the shores of the creek. Idly, Brad cast an eye over his brother’s body. He admired it, not at all in a sexual manner, of course, but as one might admire any object of unusual aesthetic beauty. Scott’s bronzed skin gleamed in the late afternoon sun, as close to flawless as could be. His black hair, still wet from their swim, fell in lush bands across his forehead, nearly reaching his deep, dark eyes. His sharp jaw line and high cheek bones made him look at once masculine and boyish. He was over 6 feet of heavy muscle, with well-defined pecs, biceps, shoulders, legs and buttocks, all perfectly proportioned. The size and shape of his manhood completed the perfect picture. Brad was, of course, aware that admiring his brother like that was more than a little narcissistic, since they were, after all, identical twins, and both kept in the same great shape. But he couldn’t help it. He was proud of how good they both looked and, as he caught Scott casting a wondering eye over his own impeccably muscled frame, he knew that his brother felt the same way.
They both dozed for a time and reminisced some more about their latest prank before finally slipping back into their shorts, and slowly making their way back along the path that would take them home. But before they had gone very far, they heard a long low “psssst” coming from the trees. Turning in the direction of the sound, their jaws fell open. Their cousin, Kelly-Anne, uncle Fred’s daughter, stood a little ways off into the woods, by an enormous willow tree. One hand rested on the tree’s thick trunk, as she motioned them over to her with the other, smiling coyly. None of that was what had caused their jaws to hit the ground, however. Kelly-Anne was completely naked. Her enormous breasts looked bigger than ever, and were only slightly obscurbed by her luxuriant main of long, blonde hair. A cheerleader on the very football team for which they both played, she was nothing to sneeze at fully clothed, but stark naked....
Oh sure, she was their cousin. But who really cared about that? Not Scott and Brad, and, for that matter, not Kelly-Anne. Because this was not the first time Brad and Scott had seen their cousin naked. The three of them had gotten drunk once at a house party and done it in one of the bedrooms, Kelly-Anne taking both of them at once. By silent mutual agreement, all three of them had gone on to pretend that the incident never happened, but Brad and Scott both occasionally masturbated at the memory. What on earth was Kelly-Anne doing naked out in the woods. “Pssst”, she repeated, motioning them over with that sexy smile. Brad and Scott looked at each other, as if to say “are ya seein’ what I’m seein’?” In unison, they nodded at each other, readjusting the hard-on they had both instantly sprouted, as they headed in her direction.
As they neared, Kelly-Anne disappeared around the trunk of the enormous willow with a mischievous look. If possible, Brad and Scott hardened still further in their shorts. But as soon as the boys rounded the tree, rough hands grabbed them both and forced damp cloths over their mouths. They struggled briefly, but confused and taken by surprise, the chemicals on those damp rags took effect before either of them could offer any real resistance. The last thing they both saw as they slipped into unconsciousness was Kelly-Anne, still stark naked, watching them from a few feet away, amusement tugging the corners of her mouth up into the beginnings of a smile.
When Brad awoke for the first time, he found that his vision was blurry. All he could see was light, bright light shining straight down into his eyes. He was fairly certain that he was lying down, but he felt strangely disconnected from his body.
‘I must be dreaming,’ he thought. ‘But what kind of dream is this? Where am I?’ He heard some distant voices, and dimly recognized the voice of his uncle Fred, those of Fred’s sons, Joe and Eddie, and that of Kelly-Anne. “It will be completely reversible and the data we will collect will be invaluable,” he heard uncle Fred say. “And besides, they need to be taught a lesson.” He heard cousin Joe say something that sounded like emphatic agreement. “As long as its reversible,” he heard Kelly-Anne say, “because if it turns out not to be, we’ll have a lot of explaining to do.” ‘What were they talking about,’ he wondered, as the dream began to slip away.
When next he woke, his vision was still blurry, but the bright lights were gone and he was no longer lying down. He was sitting, reclining actually, in what felt like one of those chairs dentists use. His upper body was mostly upright, but his legs stretched out in front of him at close to a 90 degree angle to his body. His arms lay on the chair’s armrests, but, for some reason, he couldn’t move them. He seemed able to flex his muscles though, and he eventually realized that he couldn’t move his arms because they were secured to the arm rests at the wrists.
‘What’s going on?’ he wondered. ‘Where am I? Am I still dreaming?’ Tugging at whatever restraints prevented him from moving his arms he felt them bite a little into the skin of his wrists and found that he was indeed awake. Moving his legs proved no easier than moving his arms. His legs too were bound to whatever contraption of a chair he was sitting in. Looking down, he found that he was naked, or almost so. Straps of black leather formed an X across his otherwise bare, muscular chest, reminding him uncomfortably of something one of those fags into leather who go to that gay bar on Fifth Street might ware. That was the only thing he was actually wearing. A small white towel lay draped across his groin, only just covering his privates, which felt strangely numb. His belly looked a bit bloated, and his whole lower abdomen felt uncomfortably cramped.
Slowly, bewilderment gave way to worry, particularly once his vision began to clear and he realized that he was in some kind of laboratory. A long, narrow metallic table lined the wall directly in front of him, and on it sat an array of instruments, some surgical-looking, along with a lap-top and what looked like a stack of x-rays. The lap-top was on but the screen saver – a hallmark moment of a smiling uncle Fred standing outside one of the chicken coops with Joe, Eddie and Kelly-Anne – was active.
Slowly, he tried turning his head, first to the right. The movement made something shift against the sides of his face and the top of his scalp, as if something were stuck to those parts of his head. ‘Wires?’ he wondered dimly. Then he noticed the IV unit connected to his right arm. ‘Shit! What happened!? Was I in an accident?’ He tried to remember, but the last memory he had was… was of having lunch. He had a sense that a chunck of memory was missing, but couldn’t for the life of him remember anything past lunch.
Someone groaned softly off to his left. Slowly, he turned his head. Again, he felt that strange sensation of something attached to the top of his head and to the sides of his face in front of his ears, shifting slightly with the motion. He wondered again what that might be when the question was momentarily driven from his head by…. Well, it took him a moment to understand exactly what he was seeing.
A muscular young man was strapped into a strange-looking chair-like… thing, his arms bound to the arm-rests, his legs outstretched in front of him and bound to leg-rests. He was naked except for black leather straps forming an X across the well-defined muscle of his chest, and a small, white towel covering his privates. His rounded belly bulged incongruously, making him look as if he were in the early stages of pregnancy. His hair was black and…. And it was Scott! Or was it? Yes. Yes – it was Scott, but there was something strange about his head, something red sitting on top of it, and something attached to his face, two things actually – red flaps of skin running along the sides of his face in front of his ears and dangling down well passed his jaw line. It took Brad a moment to recognize the crest and wattles of a chicken. It looked like someone had played a practical joke on Scott while he was passed out, attaching those red things to his face and head. Since he could feel something hanging from the sides of his own face, and sitting on his own head, that someone had probably played the same joke on him. Who would do such a thing? – play a joke like that on them while they were passed out and in this… this… Where were they anyway? Something about their surroundings made him think they weren’t in a hospital.
Scott opened his eyes and blinked as he stared in confusion at Brad, then at the IV unit attached to his arm, and then back at Brad. He was probably asking himself the same questions Brad was. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out except a kind of high-pitched wheeze. Brad tried to speak, but found the mother of all frogs lodged in his throat, and woundup replying with a wheeze of his own.
Just as he was about to make a second attempt at speaking, a door opened, and the last three people he expected to see just then walked in: their uncle Fred, followed by his sons, their cousins Joe and Eddie.
A tall, handsome man with salt and pepper hair who kept himself in peak physical shape, Fred Colton, their father’s older brother, cut an impressive figure, especially in his white lab coat. Joe and Eddie were another matter. Each was good-looking enough in his own way. Joe had inherited his father’s good looks, with that tall, muscular swimmer’ s build, that square jaw, those ice-blue eyes and that great head of dark hair. Eddie was just as tall, but less model good-looking. He was much blockier, beefier, with the squareness of his face only rendered more obvious by his buzz-cut. From the neck down, the man was built like a brick outhouse, with the kind of muscle that would have made him a great bouncer, security guard, grecco-roman wrestler, or farmer.
Unlike their father, however, neither sported a lab-coat. In fact, if uncle Fred looked the very picture of a man of science, Joe and Eddie looked the very picture of farmers, the really redneck kind. Eddie wore only jean overalls, with no shirt. The shoulder straps of his overalls looked like they were struggling to contain the massive slabs of hairy muscle that were his pecs. Joe wore jeans and a white wife-beater wet enough with sweat that Brad could clearly see Joe’s big nipples through the thin fabric stretching across the rounded bulges of his pecs. Eddie’s overalls were streaked with grease, and Joe had bits of straw stuck to his wife-beater. Both wore heavy-duty boots crusted with mud and dirt. They both looked like they had just come in from the barn. Wait – the barn? Where were they!?
Fred only spared his nephews a brief, sneering glance, before turning to the lap-top on that long metallic sideboard, hitting a key, and entering the password. He checked his watch and started typing. Joe and Eddie, however, stared hard at their cousins, as they came to stand a few feet in front of them, Eddie with his beefy arms crossed over his even beefier chest, and Joe with his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans. They looked back and forth between them, surprise gradually giving way to sinister smirks, as they took in their condition: the crests on their heads, the waddles on their faces, their bloated bellies, and the wisps of cloth covering their privates. A chill ran down Brad’s spine at the looks Joe and Eddie were giving them.
“Well, looky here,” Eddie said. “A couple of big, naked chickens.”
“Nah-unh,” Joe said. “Not yet, bro. That’s phase 2.”
“Ph-Phase 2?” Scott croaked, finally able to speak. His voice was gruff and horse. “Wha-what are you talkin’ about?”
“Yeah, what’s goin’ on? What happened to us? And where are we?” Brad managed to croak. He had never particularly liked Joe and Eddie, and had wanted to put a bit more fight in the questions, but his voice was just as horse and weak as his brother’s.
“What’s goin’ on,” Joe drawled, “is that we’re sick and tired of ya’ll and yur prankin’ and finally decided to do somethin’ about it.”
“Yeah, you pretty-boys are finally gonna get yur comeuppance,” Eddie added. Pretty-boys? Comeuppance? None of that sounded remotely reassuring. To make matters worse, Brad’s missing memories returned in a rush – the bubbles in the chicken coop, swimming in the creak, seeing Kelly-Anne naked, and someone ambushing them. Had that been Joe and Eddie?
“Um, look,” Scott said weakly, “we’re sorry about the bubbles in the chicken coop, ok? Can we please talk about that later? Where are we? What happened to us?”
“Yeah,” Brad put in. “Why are we tied to these chairs? And why did you stick this stuff on our faces?” Because Brad was now certain that he and Scott had Joe and Eddie to thank for the crests and waddles. Joe and Eddie’s predatory smiles broadened, as if they had been hoping that one of them would ask that very question. Another chill shot up Brad’s spine. “Can we tell ‘em, Pa?” Joe asked, looking back at his father, still typing away at his computer.
Their Uncle Fred stopped typing for a moment, and looked over his shoulder at Brad and Scott with a sinister smirk and a malicious gleam in those clear grey eyes that sent yet another chill through Brad. He casually checked his watch. “If you boys really must gloat, I suppose you’d better get it over with now. We’ll put ‘em through Phase 2 in a few, and, after that, they won’t be able to understand what yu’re sayin’.” ‘What!?’ thought Brad. ‘What the hell is he talking about?’ From the anxious look on Scott’s face, he could tell his brother was wondering the same thing.
“This, cuz,” Joe drawled, still grinning viciously, “is where ya’ll are gonna start givin’ back a little, well, a lot actually. Pa’s been working on a special mutagen, and we needed some subjects to test it out. Guess who’s volunteerin’.” Eddie smiled smugly, as he gave an exaggerated nod of agreement. Brad and Scott gaped incredulously at their cousins for a long, tense moment. Then they smiled – first Brad and then Scott. As usual, they had read each other’s minds. “Ok, ok, I see,” Brad said, “this is some kind of weird prank meant to teach us a lesson.” It made sense, after all. No way would their own uncle and cousins, people they had grown up with, went to school and church with, spent holidays with, run strange experiments on them. And yet, some part of him remained unconvinced. Why were they hooked up to IV units. More importantly, why was he naked, why did his belly feel so bloated and uncomfortable, and why did he generally feel like he had just been run over by a bus?
“Nu-unh, boys, fraid not,” Eddie said. “This aint no prank. Ya see – we infused yur DNA with the DNA of a chicken, one of our best egg-hens. Everythin’ looks to be workin’ out just as Pa said it would. Well, almost everythin’. Pa didn’t say nothin’ about ya’ll growin’ a crest and wattles.” He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s just the icin’ on the cake,” Joe said. “These here x-rays” – he picked up some of the x-rays sitting by the computer and waved them in their direction – “show that yur insides have mutated just as Pa expected ‘em to.” He stepped up to them and padded their bloated stomachs, mouth twisted in a cruel smile. Both boys gasped at the strange erotic shiver that shot up their spines at his touch. Joe’s evil grin widened. “In fact, it looks like your new bodies have already gone and produced an initial batch of eggs. Congrats, cuzes. Ya’ll now have the workin’ reproductive system of an especially productive chicken, and ya’ll are gonna be spendin’ the rest of the summer makin’ up for yur prankin’ by layin’ eggs for us, an awful lot of eggs.”
“Yeah,” Eddie chimed in. “We’re turnin’ ya’ll into real egg-layin’ machines, real motivated egg-layin’ machines. See – we’ve connected your egg-production to your sexual pleasure centers. Ya’ll are gonna experience real strong orgasms every time ya lay eggs, orgasms so strong and pleasurable-like that ya’ll are gonna wanna experience ‘em over and over and over again, specially once we’re done brainwashing ya. Every time ya climax, ya’ll are gonna produce eggs, perfectly good chicken eggs.”
“Well, that’s the theory, anyway,” their Uncle Fred said, looking up from his computer again with a broad grin. Although the grin didn’t reach his ice-blue eyes and was decidedly creepy, Brad felt himself relax a bit. This was simply too ridiculous. Making someone, guys no less, lay eggs like chickens? Come on! What’s more, they couldn’t just disappear all summer without their parents or anyone else noticing. If they wanted to scare them, they should have come up with something more believable. He wondered how far they would take this prank, though. Where exactly was this going?
“Ok, ok, we get it,” Scott said, once again reading Brad’s mind. “The bubbles in the chicken coop was a pretty stupid, immature thing to do. We promise not to do it again. We probably deserved all this, but enough’s enough. We’ve learned our lesson.”
“Yeah, we really do get it,” Brad agreed. “You can untie us now and give us our clothes back.” Their uncle’s grin only broadened, as he stepped forward and yanked away the small towels covering their pelvic areas. Brad and Scott both looked down at their groins, which they could only just see passed the bulge of their bloated bellies, and blinked, and then blinked again, and then, in unison, they screamed. “What the fuck!!! My dick!!! Where’s my dick!!! Where are my balls…!!!”
Joe and Eddie erupted in cruel, raucous laughter. Between their masculine, heavily muscled, football player thighs, where they had always had a cock and balls, a pretty big cock and pretty big balls, were… well, what looked like vaginas, big, smooth, somewhat wet and swollen vaginas. Something that looked like a small thermometer stuck out of each vagina’s thick folds. Eddie yanked out the thing stuck in Brad’s slit, and Joe yanked out the thing from Scott’s. The boys both gasped at the sudden, pleasurable sensation that shot through their weary bodies like an electric current. “Brad’s definitely ready,” Eddie said, examining the small stick-like object, which Brad dimly noticed through the fog of shock looked vaguely like something out of a home pregnancy test kit. “Yeah, Scott’s ready too,” Joe said, as he and Eddie both discarded the small stick-like things into the trash. “Excellent,” Fred said cheerfully, as he entered a series of commands into the computer. “Step back, boys, and let’s see if this really works.”
Gaping, eyes wide, still clearly in shock, Brad and Scott gasped, as the leg-rests they were strapped to suddenly began to rise and split apart, pulling their legs apart and up a little until they described a wide V. As their legs were spread, they both felt a rush of cold air against their new vaginas, now fully exposed. A mechanical whirring sound emanated from somewhere just below them, and two squares opened in the floor right beneath the wide gap between their legs. Metallic beams about half a foot wide by half a foot thick rose up out of those openings until their flat tops were about level with Brad and Scott’s groins. A circular opening about three times the size of a quarter slid open, and, with another mechanical hum, long rods with rounded, mushroom-shaped tips that looked an awful lot like human cockheads grew out of them, making straight for their exposed slits.
After staring at those dildo-like things moving toward them for a moment in complete horror and disbelief, both boys found their voices again. “St-St-Stop! No - wait! Stop!” Brad cried out as much in anger as in humiliation and fear, as the rod’s tip made contact with the outer edges of his gaping new vagina, swollen and wet, and began to push in. “No! Ah-ah-ah-ah! Stop! Stop it! No! Ah-ah-ah-ah! Stop! Ah-ah-ah-ah! No! Ah-ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah!”
As soon as the thick rod penetrated Brad’s slit, stretching him wide open, it began to vibrate, as it slowly started moving back and forth, thrusting in and out of him. A wave of pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt surged through him, and, despite his horrified protests having given way to full blown panic, more kept coming with every thrust and vibration. His mind seemed to go blank with every new wave of pleasure, leaving him momentarily able to concentrate on nothing else. Incoherent gasps and moans were soon the only sounds he could make, as the tempo of the rod’s thrusting in and out of him slowly increased.
Scott fared no better. “No! Please! No! Stop! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! No! Stop! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!” As with Brad, once the rod had entered him, stretched him open, begun to vibrate and to thrust in and out of him, his desperate protests soon degenerated into a serous of obscene gasps and moans: “Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!” The rod’s thrusting gradually quickened, eliciting mind-numbing waves of pleasure, and with each wave, more and more desperate gasping and moaning.
“Well, they’re both certainly very open,” Fred said, alternating his gaze between his nephews and the screen of his computer. Joe and Eddie were grinning like schoolboys at Christmas, as their pants began to bulge. “Yeah I’ll say they’re open,” Joe drawled. “Look at ‘em go!”
“Yeah, like real little chicken sluts,” Eddie said. Their booming laughter filled the lab in tandem with the din of Brad and Scott’s shocked cries of ecstasy.
“Get ready, boys,” Fred said after a long, intensely satisfying moment of watching his nephews get what he felt was their comeuppance. “It shouldn’t be much longer before they climax.” Fred’s warning had been prompted by Brad and Scott’s expressions. Brad had ceased crying out. He could feel something inside of him building and building, yearning to be released, and with it, control over his mind and body weakening. Desperately, he fought to stay in control. The effort left him wide-eyed, unable to do anything but hiss and moan through clenched teeth, as waves of pleasure wracked his body. Had he been able to look over at his brother, he would have found Scott looking much the same, jaws clenched and eyes like a deer caught in headlights, instinctively fighting to hold back what was coming and stay in control.
Joe and Eddie each grabbed a small basket from a shelf under the metallic sideboard, and just on time. Scott felt something move in his lower abdomen, and an instinct too strong to resist took over and all but ordered him to push. As he did, he felt his mind snap, and he let out a mighty “paw-kawk! pawk pawk paw-kawk! paw-kawk! paw-kawk!” Startled, Brad looked over at his brother to see the metal rod retreating from his cunt, and Joe leaning forward, bringing the small basket to his groin. Jet after jet of what looked a lot like sperm came spewing out of Scott’s new slit, slicking the basket, as well as Scott’s thighs and Joe’s arm and hand. Joe didn’t seem to care. “Ah yeah, boy, that’s it! Now push it out,” he coaxed. The sperm was followed a moment later by a brown, sperm-slicked chicken’s egg slowly pushing its way out of Scott’s folds. With more frantic squawking – “Paw-kawk! Pawk-pawk-paw-kawk!” – Scott expelled it from his cunt and right into the basket Joe was holding. It was soon followed by another and another, as Scott kept squawking like… like… wel, like a chicken having an orgasm.
The sight of his brother, eyes vacant, legs in the air, squawking uncontrollably like a chicken in heat as he spewed sperm from his cunt – his cunt! – and laid eggs –eggs! – shattered Brad’s concentration. He felt something move in his own nether-regions, his mind go blank, and he let out a mighty “paw-kawk! pawk-pawk-paw-kawk! Pawk-paw-kawk! Pawk-paw-kawk!”, as the most incredible orgasm wracked him, and he started cumming. The rod probing his cunt retreated, as jet after jet of cum spewed from his cunt, splattering the rod, his own thighs, and the basket Eddie was holding in front of his gaping cunt, along with Eddie’s arm and hand. Brad felt his nether regions contract, and with an ear-splitting, high-pitch “Pawk-pa-kawk! pawk-paw-kawk!” he laid his first egg, which fell neatly into the basket. It was followed by three more. With each one, the bulge of his belly slowly decreased in size. “Four! He laid four!” Eddie called out, grinning from ear to ear. “It works, Pa! It really works!”
“Of course it does,” Fred said, still grinning, as he returned to typing at the computer, doubtless inputing the results of their twisted little experiment. “Wait till ya see what comes next.” Joe and Eddie chuckled, as they took a moment to admire their father’s handy work: their bratty twin cousins, legs splayed wide, new cunts – fucking cunts! – still dripping with cum – cum! – between those muscular thighs, staring straight ahead of them, eyes completely blank, and still clucking – “pawk pawk pawk pawk. Pawk pawk pawk pawk….” – apparently unable to stop. “Ya think Phase 2 is even necessary?” Joe asked, wiping cum from his hand with some paper towel. “Dunno,” Eddie said, absent-mindedly doing the same. “They look pretty much gone to me already.”
“Yeah, Phase 2 is still necessary,” Fred intoned. “They will soon regain their faculties, which will be a problem if we ever want to untie them. Phase 2 will make them into real happy ‘chicken sluts,’ as ya put it, Eddie.” Joe and Eddie chuckled again, absent-mindedly massaging their bulging crotches, gazes fixed firmly on Brad and Scott’s gaping cunts. Fred smiled to himself at the sight of his sons touching themselves. They didn’t know it, of course, but they too were part of this little family experiment. Their programming had held up well so far, but Phase 2 would really put them to the test.
As the waves of pleasure from his multiple orgasms finally began to ebb, Brad’s mind began to revert back to normal, and he felt himself slowly regaining control. Only then was he at last able to stop clucking. When he did, he found uncle Fred, Joe and Eddie with their backs to him, peering intently at uncle Fred’s lap-top. He found that he had been disconnected from the IV unit. Looking over at his brother, he found Scott still staring straight ahead, eyes wide and vacant, clucking softly – “pawk pawk pawk pawk pawk pawk pawk….”
The sight of his twin brother with that vacant look in his wide eyes, those wattles on his face, that crest on his head, legs splayed wide – happily, he couldn’t see what lay between them from where he sat – clucking like a chicken, chased away what little now remained of the incredible sensation that had gripped his body a few moments ago. The sight of Scott made him look down at himself, at what now sat at his groin, which he could see more clearly now that the bulge of his belly had disappeared and been replaced by the hard muscle of his old toned stomach. His groin and thighs were both splattered with cum, and the pungent odor of semen hung thick in the air. That odor didn’t disgust him; on the contrary, heat flared at his groin, as he found the odor turning him on. That triggered a new wave of panic. Real! This was real! But how!? How could it be real!? How could their own relatives do this to them!?
A moment more and Scott’s clucking finally died down and ceased altogether. Brad looked over again and found Scott looking directly at him. He had clearly regained control and now looked as panicked as Brad felt. “Ah, it looks like they’ve come round,” Fred said, turning to his nephews with that same creepy grin from earlier. Joe and Eddie turned around as well. Brad suddenly felt more vulnerable and exposed than ever. He would have given anything to be able to lower his legs and close them, to hide what now sat between them, nevermind to put some fucking clothes on! He didn’t need to be able to read his twin’s mind to know that Scott felt the same way.
“Bradly? Scott? Can you understand me?” Fred asked. Neither answered. They both just stared at their uncle with expressions somewhere between fear, horror, shock and betrayal. Fred frowned. “Oh come on now,” Fred continued. “It’s not as bad as all that. As ya both just finished experiencin’, this is gonna be a mighty pleasurable experience for ya. And I assure ya, this is temporary. He walked between them and gripped a muscular shoulder reassuringly in each hand. “We’ll take good care of these big muscles while you’re producin’ for us, and well before the summer is over, we’ll turn ya back into the championship football players you’re destined to become. In fact, I might even be able to… enhance ya in certain ways when I convert ya back, give ya a little somethin’ extra to make sure ya have more than what it takes to outplay any guy on the field. Now, what do ya say to that!?”
A long silence followed as the twins kept staring incredulously at their uncle. ‘Nuts,’ Brad thought, ‘uncle Fred is totally and completely nuts.’ “What did you do with my dick and balls,” Scott finally grumbled, his voice wavering as if he might be on the verge of tears. “Oh they’re just fine, boy,” Fred said in a tone that seemed to say ‘oh please! What are you wining about!’ “They’re just inside your body. That’s why ya both still ejaculate when you orgasm. It’s a technique I call genital inversion. It makes reversing the change easier.”
Joe and Eddie practically shook with silent laughter, as they watched. “Why are ya bothering with speeches, Pa?” Joe asked. “They’re a couple of hot-blooded, American farm boys with nothin’ but girls and football on the brain when they’re not pullin’ stupid pranks. Nothin’ ya say will convince them that bein’ turned into humanoid chickens with cunts instead of dicks is a good thin’.”
“Yeah, let’s get on with it,” Eddie said. “Lookin’ at them cunts is makin’ me kinda horny.” He adjusted the enormous bulge in his overalls. Joe nodded, his own pants bulging noticeably. Fred’s creepy grin broadened. Joe and Eddie didn’t know it, or, rather, they couldn’t remember, but they had been the test subjects for the device he was about to use on Brad and Scott.
“You’re right, son,” he said. “I’m sorry dear nephews, but I promise you’ll enjoy this in the end, enjoy this a great deal, in more ways than one.” He gave them a conspiratorial wink, as he reached somewhere behind them – Brad couldn’t see exactly where – to bring forward a strange metallic box-like contraption. It was attached to the end of a long metallic arm, and Uncle Fred swung it around to hover just above Scott’s head. Brad had no idea what the hell that was, but he was absolutely certain he wanted it nowhere near him.
Scott had the same reaction. Suddenly looking panicked, he found his voice again. “Uncle Fred – no, please, wait!,” he pleaded. “I’ll be good! I promise! I’ll do anything you want! Just change me back! Please! Plea….” His words were cut off when Fred lowered the metallic box onto his head. The box covered everything from his neck on up. Brad could no longer make out Scott’s words, but he could hear muffled cries from within the box, could tell that his brother was still pleading to be let go. Scott’s hands and feet twisted and twitched as he pulled frantically at his restraints. “Oh calm down, boy,” Fred said, sounding almost annoyed at the fuss Scott was making. “This won’t hurt ya one bit and it’ll only take a couple minutes.”
Brad finally overcame his shock and found his own voice again. “Uncle Fred – no, please! Don’t do this to him! He’s your nephew! Your own brother’s son for cryin’ out loud! Please!” But Fred ignored him. He pressed a series of buttons on one side of the strange box, and it whirred to life with a hiss and a hum. “Guys, come on! Please!” he begged, turning to Joe and Eddie. “Look, I’ll do anythin’, anythin’ ya want from now on. Promise! Just please stop this and change us back! Please!” Joe and Eddie smiled viciously and shook their heads. “Sorry, cuz, no can do,” Eddie said, readjusting the bulge in his overalls again.
“Don’t worry, cuz,” Joe said in a tone of mock reassurance. “The hypnotizer, that’s what we call this little baby” – he pointed to the box that had swallowed Scott’s head – “makes a kind of gas that triggers all these changes in your brain, see. It makes ya real receptive to its hypnotic messages. Right now, it’s telling Scotty here that he’s not a man but an anthro-chicken, that his only purpose is to lay eggs for us, and that he loves layin’ eggs and wants nothin’ else. It’s also providin’ him with instructions on how good anthro-chickens behave. That includes only bein’ able to communicate by squawkin’ and cl’ckin'.”
“In other words,” Eddie said, ”once this little beauty here has done its job,” he patted the box affectionately, “you two will be brainless, squawkin’, cluckin’, real happy, egg-layin’ machines for the rest of the summer.”
Brad stared open-mouthed at his cousins, incredulous. He desperately wanted to believe that what they had just said was completely impossible, but Scott had already gone quiet. His hands and feet still twitched a little, but he was noticeably more relaxed and had stopped pulling at his restraints, as the contraption’s mechanism hummed away. Brad’s panic suddenly vanished, pushed aside by red-hot anger. “You fuckin’ lunatics!” he cried, pulling so hard at his restraints that the chair-like contraption into which he was strapped groaned and creaked. “You monsters! Let him go and change us back! Change us back now or I swear I’ll… I’ll… I’ll kill you! I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, as angry tears stung his eyes.
Joe and Eddie seemed momentarily taken aback by the virulence of Brad’s protests. Eddie uncrossed his arms and Joe actually took a step back. But their malicious smiles quickly returned when their father, who had remained focused on a small panel displaying figures of some kind on one side of the hypnotizer, placidly announced: “He’s ready!” That also stopped Brad mid-insult and prompted him to shift his gaze to Scott, fury suddenly giving way to trepidation.
Fred pressed a series of buttons on the side of the hypnotizer. It hissed as if gas were being sucked up, and the soft hum of its mechanism died down. Fred then lifted the thing up and swung it over to a spot right above Brad’s head. But Brad barely noticed. His attention, like everyone else’s, was riveted on his brother. Scott had gone rigid. He was staring blankly ahead of him, eyes wide as if completely stunned. He looked like he had earlier, when they had laid those eggs, except that the irises of his eyes were now a vivid yellow, like those of a chicken. That alone sent a chill down Brad’s spine.
“Boy? Scott? Can ya hear me?” Fred asked. There was no response. Scott remained perfectly immobile. “Scotty!” Brad called. “Bro! It’s me, Brad. Can you hear me!? Talk to me, bro! Please – talk to me!” Suddenly, Scott blinked and, with a sharp, jerking motion turned his head to look at Brad. Brad recoiled as wide, yellow eyes, completely alien and devoid of any trace of his brother, peered curiously into his own. Scott opened his mouth as if to speak, but all that came out was a sharp “Paw-kawk!” With more abrupt jerks of the head, Scott turned to look at his uncle, and then at Joe and at Eddie. He gave an inquisitive “pawk pa-kawk?” with each jerk of his head. His movements were so abrupt that the wattles on his face waggled wildly every time he turned. “Pawk pawk pa-kawk! pawk pawk pa-kawk! pawk pawk pa-kawk!” was all he seemed able to say, and from the blank look in his eyes, there was clearly no body home. Well, nobody but a chicken. Brad was too stunned to speak.
Joe and Eddie chuckled, and Fred looked incredibly pleased. “Excellent! It seems to have worked!” he exclaimed, clapping Scott on one of his well-rounded shoulders. “Boys, help me untie him and get him up.” Scott kept clucking blithely away – pawk pawk pawk, pawk pawk pawk – as Fred, Joe and Eddie worked to open his restraints. Once he was free, they helped him to his feet. Seeing his brother standing there naked except for that fagotty harness-like thing across his chest, with his flawless, heavily muscled, hyper-masculine body, and a wet, swollen slit still dribbling cum between his legs where his dick and balls should have been, made Brad’s stomach lurch again, and for a moment, he thought he might be sick.
Scott, for his part, initially looked a bit unsteady. A puzzled look came over his face, as if he were trying to remember what he was supposed to do next. Then, his body seemed to spasm. With more sharp, jerking motions, he pushed out his big, well-rounded, muscular ass, stuck out his well-muscled chest, folded his arms against his body, bunched his fingers together and pointed them downward like miniature wings, and started strutting around the lab, bobbing his head and clucking with every step: “Pawk pawk pa-kawk. Pawk pawk pa-kawk.”
Brad watched Scott strut back and forth, eyes wide with horror. “What… what the fuck have you done to him!?” he gasped. “What have you done to my brother!?” But the words were spoken in shock, in an almost whisper, with no real heat behind them. So horrified was Brad by the sight of his brother, naked with a wet cunt between his thighs strutting around the lab like a chicken, that he didn’t notice the lusty look Joe and Eddie were giving Scott, or the size of the bulges in their jeans.
Fred’s gaze, however, was riveted on his sons and the obvious evidence of their arousal. They were clearly turned on, but neither of them was moving. Fred worried for a moment that his programming might have failed. “Joe, Eddie,” he prompted, “who wants to give Scotty here a workout and see if he can’t lay another egg?”
At their father’s words, Joe and Eddie both clutched at their bulging crotches, eyes glazing over a little and lascivious grins widening, as they watched Scott strut back and forth, well-rounded glutes flexing with every strut, moisture beginning to ooze visibly down the inside of his muscular thighs. “Go ahead, bro,” Joe said at last in a hypnotic monotone. “I’ll take care of Brad.”
Eddie’s lewd grin widened still further, as he slowly unclipped the shoulder straps of his overalls and let the front of them fall forward, exposing his massive, hairy pecs and a hairy stomach so muscular it looked at first glance like he had a bit of a gut. He gave a lusty groan, and pushed his overalls down passed his groin. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his big, hard cock sprang free. That certainly caught Brad’s attention. It must have been a foot long, and it was thick as all hell. Brad stared at the thing in mute horror, its head glistening wetly with pre-cum, as it swung lazily back and forth, jutting almost straight out from Eddie’s big body, probably as high as a cock that size could rise. ‘What the… what the…. What the….’ Was all he could think, brain refusing to process the implications of what he was seeing.
Eddie jerked his bat of a cock with a meaty fist. “Hey! Chicken-boy!” he called, “I’ve got somethin’ for ya!” Scott stopped mid-strut, and, with an abrupt jerk of the head, and an inquisitive “Paw-kawk?”, turned to look at his cousin. His already wide, yellow eyes seemed to widen still further, as he tilted his head sideways in a decidedly chicken-like motion. “Paw-kawk? Paw-kawk?” he clucked. “Oh no…. no…. please no….” Brad mumbled, shock slowly setting in at the sudden realization of what was about to happen.
Muscular chest forward, ass pushed out and hands at his armpits, Scott strutted over to his cousin, and slowly tilted forward, toward Eddie’s dick. “No! Scott! Stop! You can’t…!” Brad cried out. Inches from Eddie’s leaking cockhead, Scott pulled back a little to look sideways at his brother. “Paw-kawk, paw-kawk?” he clucked. Brad once again stared into those too-wide, empty yellow eyes devoid of any trace of his brother, and realized with crushing certainty that there was no point. His brother was simply gone.
Eddie didn’t wait for Scott to return his attention to his dick. He suddenly grabbed him by his big red chicken crest, and forced his mouth onto his cock. Scott gave a muffled “Paw-kawwwmmm,” as Eddie pushed his dick into his mouth, and started to fuck his face. Though obviously startled, Scott made no attempt to resist. On the contrary, he repositioned his legs, squatting a little so that he could maintain his strange, chicken-like stance as Eddie pushed his cock in and out of his mouth. “Ah yeah, take that, you little chicken-slut, take it real good,” Eddie growled.
Fury, despair and horror raged inside of Brad with equal furor, but shock kept him silent, watching in open-mouthed disbelief, as his brother spluttered and struggled to take Eddie’s big cock, which Eddie, who had to Brad’s knowledge never showed the slightest sign of being interested in anything other than girls, really attractive, big-breasted girls, shoved into his mouth again and again and again. Eddie pulled Scott off his dick as suddenly as he had pushed him on to it, grabbing him by the crest with one hand, forcing him almost upright, as he slapped his big ass hard with the other. Scott gave a sharp, high-pitched squawk of surprise at the smack, but he made no effort to get away. “Ok, chicken-boy,” he said, “bend over. I’m gonna breed ya, breed ya real good.”
Scott didn’t even hesitate. Clucking happily, he dutifully turned to offer his backside to Eddie, spreading his legs wide. Maintaining his chicken form with his hands at his pits and his chest pushed out, he leaned so far forward Brad thought he was going to topple over. And maybe he would have, but Eddie grabbed on to the back of his harness with one hand, as he ran his other hand over the curve of Scott’s big, muscular bubble butt, slipping his fingers into scott’s crack. “Paw-kawk! Paw-kawk!” Scott clucked excitedly. Eddie’s hand kept moving south, eventually sliding down in between his thighs. “Paw-kaa-aa-aawk!” Scott squawked in surprise, as Eddie’s hand found its mark and pushed into his slit. “Paw-kaaawk! Paw-kaaawk!” Scott’s squawking suddenly took on a note of urgency, as if he was begging for more.
Eddie obliged. After making Scott squawk with evident pleasure a few more times, he withdrew his hand and brought his fingers, slick with Scott’s fluids, to his lips. “Ah yeah,” he breathed, “he’s so fuckin’ wet! So fuckin’ ready!” Still holding onto Scott’s harness with one hand, he lined his cock up with Scott’s cunt with the other, and, with one viscious jerk of his hips, shoved into him from behind. “Paw-kaa-aa-aawk! Paw-kaa-aa-aawk! Paw-kaa-aa-aawk!” Scott squawked, flapping his arms madly, as Eddie’s horse-cock slid in to the hilt. Then Eddie began drilling into him. Scott squawked with every thrust, - “Paw-kaa-aawk! Paw-kaa-aawk! paw-kaa-aawk! paw-kaa-aawk!” – his squawks keeping time with the brutal ‘slap-slap-slap’ of skin smacking skin.
Brad wanted to screen, tried to in fact, but no sound came out. Shock seemed to set in, as he stared, gaping, at his big, burly cousin Eddie fucking his twin’s new cunt from behind, slamming into his muscular ass again and again with complete abandon. He pulled on Scott’s harness with every thrust, making Scott’s whole upper body jerk back with a sharp squawk every time he slammed into him. For his part, Scott made absolutely no effort to resist. On the contrary, he seemed to spread his legs even wider to allow him to better take Eddie’s thrusts, as he slowly worked his way up to another orgasm.
Brad could not have said how long this went on for. He lost all sense of time. After what seemed to him like a tortured eternity, Scott’s mad squawking went up an octave or two and seemed to take on an even more urgent tone. “Let him go, son,” Fred cut in. “He’s ready! He’s gonna lay!” Huffing and panting like he was about to cum himself, Eddie let go of Scott, who immediately fell into a squat. A few more jerks of his horse-cock, and Eddie came, roaring as he spewed all over Scott’s muscular back and head. Scott didn’t notice. Eyes wide as saucers, he clucked madly, flapping his arms and bobbing up and down, as orgasm wracked his body. Sperm sprayed from his cunt all over his legs and feet, not to mention the floor, as two eggs pushed their way out of his slit one after the other, and fell to the floor before rolling away.
“Nicely done, son,” Fred laughed, as he picked up Scott’s cum-slicked eggs and added them to the ones in the basket that Scott had laid earlier. Eddie leaned with one hand against the metallic sideboard, catching his breath, big cock still dribbling cum, as it very slowly began to flag. Finally done with his orgasm, Scott’s squawking died down to low clucking, as he slowly straightened, or stood as straight as he was programmed to do, still leaning forward, ass pushed out, and slowly started strutting around the lab again. “Eddie – why don’t ya show Scott here to his new coop, while we finish up with Brad,” Fred suggested.
“Sure thing, pa,” Eddie said, slowly pulling his overalls back up. Stepping up behind Scott, he slapped him hard on the buttocks. “Paw-kawk!” Scott shrieked at the smack, and flapped his arms a couple of times as he strutted out of Brad’s line of sight, away from Eddie. But Eddie followed. The sounds of a hand slapping skin followed immediately by a sharp, surprised-sounding “Paw-kawk!” echoed again and again from somewhere behind him, growing fainter every time, as Eddie herded Scott away.
“You’re next, cuz,” Joe said, smiling viciously at Brad as he grabbed his bulging crotch. At Joe’s words, Brad suddenly realized that he was still staring open-mouthed at the very spot where Eddie had just brutally plowed his twin. He finally found his voice, as red-hot anger surged through him again. “You fucking pervs! You fucking sickos! You....” His new string of threats and expletives was cut off and reduced to angry mumbles, as Fred brought the hypnotizer down on his head with one quick motion. Brad struggled furiously but to no avail. The hypnotizer whirred back to life, and, gradually, his protests grew weaker and weaker, until, at last, he stopped struggling all together.
Inside the hypnotizer, even as Brad struggled furiously to free himself, the air quickly filled with a strange, sweet-smelling gas. Had he remembered what his cousins had told him, he might have at least tried holding his breath for a while. But he was too furious, too agitated, desperately struggling to break his restraints, and still yelling insults at the family that had so betrayed him and his twin.
In spite of his rage, he gradually calmed down, as the gas slowly but surely took effect, and his mind opened to the message that began to fill his ears and his field of vision: the message that he was an anthro-chicken and that his purpose was to obey his masters, formerly known as his cousins and uncle Fred, and to lay eggs for them, as many as he possibly could. He was to achieve this goal by pleasuring his extraordinarily sensitive new vagina using any of a number of methods. These included his brother Scott’s own beautiful body, for which he suddenly began to feel an intense attraction, as an image of his brother, naked, muscular, and strutting like a chicken, appeared before his eyes. Brad felt his cunt moisten. More images followed – images of various dildo-like devices and of a muscular anthro-chicken-like figure using them to pleasure himself; and images of that same anthro-chicken-like figure being plowed from behind by big, burly male figures with long, thick cocks dribbling pre and always ready to go. He felt his cunt moisten still further.
Then came images of a hole over which he was to squat whenever possible before laying his eggs, and instructions on how a good anthro-chicken behaved. Anthro-chickens walked by strutting, could not use hands, and had no arms. The limbs at his sides were in fact nothing more than vestigial wings to be flapped when he felt excited or agitated. Anthro-chickens could only communicate by squawking and clucking and had no thoughts of their own, other than looking forward to pleasuring themselves, their masters and fellow anthro-chickens, and, of course, to laying more eggs. Feeding occurred by placing one’s mouth on a spout like the one shown and drinking the liquid that came out when the button atop the spout was pressed with the nose. Anthro-chickens consumed no solids, so they never shat, they only sweated and urinated, and all urinating was to be done by squatting over a large, trough-shaped urinal like the one depicted. Finally, once a day, anthro-chickens washed by standing under a rainfall showerhead, which they activated with their feet.
As these messages sunk in, Brad felt his rage and fear dissipate as his personality, everything he was, retreated into a corner of his mind. At the same time, he felt his knew anthro-chicken self slowly solidify and take control of his body. Once his anger and fear were gone, the sensation was, strangely enough, not at all unpleasant. In fact, there was something incredibly pleasurable and liberating about it. That realization was the last that his human mind processed. A moment later, anthro-chicken Brad was firmly in control, and the hypnotizer’s mechanism wound down.
As the strange box, whose origins and function he could suddenly no longer remember, lifted from his head, anthro-chicken Brad took in his surroundings. He knew the humans were his masters, and part of him, a now distant part of him, knew how to make sense of these surroundings, but that part of him was no longer accessible. “Boy? Can you hear me?” he heard one of his masters say. It was the older male. He could not really make sense of the words, but he understood that his master wanted a response, so he clucked – “pawk pawk pa-kawk, pawk-pawk-paw-kawk….” – because that was how an anthro-chicken communicated. Both his masterss seemed very pleased at this, and they did something to whatever was holding his wings in place and his legs in the air, and allowed him to move more freely and get to his feet. He then followed his instructions to the letter, sticking out his ass and chest, folding his arms against his body and bringing what he had once thought of as his hands up to his armpits to form his new wings. Then he began to strut around the room because, well, that was what anthro-chickens did. His masters laughed and exchanged more words that he could not understand, but they seemed pleased, which in turn pleased him.
“Hey! Chicken-boy! Over here!” one of his masters called. Once again, anthro-chicken Brad could not understand the words per se, but he understood that the words were meant for him. He froze and turned, finding that the younger of his two masters had removed the pieces of cloth that had obscured much of his skin. He now stood naked, and anthro-chicken Brad immediately recognized the shape of his big body, the heavy muscle of his chest, arms and legs, as one to which he was intensely attracted. More importantly, he recognized the long, hard tube of flesh sticking out of his groin as a penis or cock, a tool for bringing him pleasure until he reached orgasm and laid eggs for his masters. Heat blossomed between his thighs, and he clucked in appreciation as he strutted over to inspect his master’s tool more closely. Leaning over, careful to maintain a proper anthro-chicken form, he stuck out his tongue and lapped at the clear fluid oozing from the large, flaired, pink head. He heard his master moan, and then a hand clamped down on his crest, pushing his mouth against his master’s cock, even as his master thrust his hips toward him. As he opened his mouth to cluck in surprise, the cock slipped in between his lips and down his throat. He tried to cluck, more in surprise than anything else, but found that he could not because his master began sliding his tool in and out of his mouth and throat. That’s when his programming kicked in, and he opened wide, allowing his master to use his mouth like he was supposed to use his pussy.
Anthro-chicken Brad wasn’t sure how long this lasted, but as his master thrust in and out, he became increasingly aware of the heat building between his thighs. Finally, his master jerked hard on his crest, forcing him almost upright. “Paw-kawk!” he cried in surprise, as he felt his master’s big, firm hands begin to explore his body. He squawked again when one hand found his leaking pussy, and the other found his asshole, and fingers pushed hard into both holes. “Paw-kaaawk! Paw-kaaawk!” he felt his belly begin to bloat, and he knew that he would be laying before too long.
Abruptly, his master withdrew his probing fingers from his slit and asshole, and moaned as he brought them to his lips and licked at them. Not a moment later, with a horny snarl, he roughly bent him over, and grabbed hold of the back straps of his harness. Anthro-chicken Brad felt pressure, something big pushing hard against his asshole, and then a sharp burst of pain, as his master penetrated him again, this time with his long, fat cock, and began to piston.
Anthro-chicken Brad squawked loudly, in pain at first, but then, very soon, in pleasure, intense pleasure, as his master held him fast by the harness, sliding his cock in and out of his smaller hole. He felt thick ribbons of something wet begin running down the inside of his thighs, as his pleasure grew and grew, his belly steadily growing with it. Finally, he felt something shift in his lower abdomen, and orgasm took him. His surroundings blurred, replaced by explosions of colour, as his climax tore through him. He felt something wet splash the inside of his thighs before raining down onto his feet and the floor, and then his pussy contract, pushing out one egg, and then another and another. He wasn’t even aware of his other master collecting them as they came out.
Even as anthro-chicken Brad was still cumming, his master too reached orgasm. Shoving into him with a mighty thrust, he cried out as his organ spasmed and began to pump his seed into anthro-chicken Brad’s smaller hole. The sensation of his master filling him with his seed, breeding him as anthro-chickens were meant to be bred, heightened anthro-chicken Brad’s own climax, and his squawks became even sharper.
His master pulled out abruptly, triggering another small burst of pain and pleasure. Anthro-chicken Brad gave a sharp “Paw-kawk!” at the sensation, and, his own orgasm having abated, he slowly stood and returned to strutting around the room, wings folded by his sides, bobbing his head with every strut because, well, that was simply what anthro-chickens did. His masters exchanged a few words, and then the younger of the two, the one who had just pleasured him to orgasm, stepped up behind him and slapped his ass. The brief, sharp burst of pain surprised him and anthro-chicken Brad gave a shrill “Pa-kawk!” and flapped his wings, moving quickly away from his younger master. Another slap followed, and another one after that. Each time, he shrieked and hurriedly strutted away, unaware that he was being herded like the animal he now was.
Anthro-chicken Brad squawked and flapped his wings as he moved away from the slapping until he finally found himself in what his old self would have recognized as a fairly large room with an observation window along one wall. There, at the other end of the room, was his fellow anthro-chicken, anthro-chicken Scott, looking extremely attractive as he strutted back and forth, squawking and clucking. His muscular glutes in particular attracted anthro chicken Brad. Although he had just finished cumming, his cunt immediately began to feel hot and wet.
Clucking, he strutted toward anthro-chicken Scott, whose own cunt began to moisten and dribble a whitish liquid along the inside of his thighs when he caught sight of anthro-chicken Brad. With a series of horny clucks, they greeted each other by rubbing their large, muscular pecs together, and then their wet, swollen cunts, which produced many more pleasurable sensations. Eventually, anthro-chicken Brad managed to get behind anthro chicken Scott and rub his groin, his cunt, against anthro-chicken Scott’s ass, smearing it with the seminal fluids now leaking freely from his slit. Waves of erotic pleasure coursed through him and caused him to squawk furiously. Anthro chicken Scott squawked as well, evidently also receiving much pleasure from their contact.
As they rubbed against each other, squawking and clucking, anthro-chicken Brad felt his stomach gradually grow and bulge outward, until, at last, he felt a movement in his lower abdomen. His new instincts told him what to do. He immediately ceased rubbing his cunt against Anthro-chicken Scott’s behind, which was now soaked with his pre-cum, and hurried toward a horizontal surface a little ways off the ground with two shallow depressions. There was a hole at the center of each one. He stepped onto the platform, squatted over one of the depressions, and with a loud “pa-kawk! pa-kawk! Pawk pawk pa-kawk!”, he climaxed. Orgasm wracked his muscular body as he splattered the surface beneath him as well as his own feet with load after load of cum before pushing several eggs, slick with his cum, out of his slit. They rolled once around the slanted sides of the small depression, now also covered with his sperm, before disappearing down the hole at its center.
Moments later, even as he still squatted over the hole that had swallowed his eggs, clucking softly as his orgasm slowly subsided, anthro-chicken Scott joined him, squatting over the hole beside his. With a loud series of clucks and squawks, he came too, splattering cum everywhere, including a little on Brad’s left foot. He laid several cum-coated eggs of his own, which also quickly disappeared down the hole between his feet.
They continued to squat there side by side, clucking softly, until the after-effects of their orgasm subsided. Once they did, they both suddenly felt very hungry and, once again, their new instincts told them what to do. They strutted over to a far wall from which protruded two spouts. They each took one, pressed the button above it with their noses, and drank the liquid that spilled out. As he drank, Anthro-chicken Brad noticed something out of the corner of his eye, an elongated object shaped like what his old self would have recognized as a large human penis. It protruded up from the floor in a corner of his enclosure. He recognized it as one of the devices that would allow him to pleasure himself and heat once again flared at his groin. As soon as he had finished feeding, he made straight for the device and squatted down on it. He felt pleasurable sensations as soon as it entered him, but then, once he had settled on it, it whirred to life, beginning to vibrate. As it did so, it stimulated him further. He started clucking and then squawking as a new orgasm began to build and his stomach began to grow again. When he felt that tell-tale movement in his abdomen, he abandoned the device and hurried right back to one of the holes to lay more eggs. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Anthro-chicken Scott taking his place on the strange device, now slick with his own fluids, lowering himself onto it just as he had done.
Outside the observation window, Joe and Eddie chuckled as they watched Scott sit on the enormous dildo and begin working his way up to another orgasm. Eddie’s overall’s were once again pushed down passed his groin, as he slowly jerked his hard bat of a dick. Still completely naked, Joe was stroking himself too, almost fully hard again despite having just cum buckets in Brad’s ass. “I think I’m about ready for round too,” Eddie said. “Yeah, ditto,” Joe replied.
Fred smiled as he watched his sons go at it yet again with Scott and Brad, taking them hard from behind, as they had just done in the lab. His little family experiment had worked better than expected. His troublesome nephews were finally going to contribute to his experiments instead of interfering with them; and his sons, who had always been too busy drinking and chasing women to pull their weight around the farm, now had a more… constructive outlet for their considerable sex drives. Arranging it all hadn’t been easy though. He had had to brainwash everyone from his daughter, Kelly-Anne, who was now busy contributing to his experiments in interesting new ways of her own, to his brothers, Craig and Jake, and his sister-in-law, Carla. His brother, Jake, and his wife Carla, were Brad and Scott’s parents; and his youngest brother, Craig, was Brad and Scott’s football coach, who would miss them for summer practice. There was also Brad and Scott’s buddies on the football team…. Yes, indeed. Making a couple of 18 year-olds disappear for a summer was a lot of work. But it would be worth it, he was sure, and it provided him with so many new potential subjects…! That would be for later, however. First, he would have to monitor Brad and Scott carefully. He hadn’t expected them to grow the crest and waddles of a chicken. How many more changes could he expect?