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(This story contains abuse and sadism.)

A full day passed since Dr. Wu's abusive outburst, and Brett felt his stomach growing heavier. A full-blown gut jutted in front of him, limiting his movement and forcing him to rely on Eli to ferry him from the bed to the toilet. (Quite often. His bladder seemed to have shrunk to the size of a pea.)

His prodigious size wasn't the only change, however. Brett felt less like the dumbass jock that blindly signed paperwork earlier that week, his thoughts less dull and single-minded and his eyes more discerning. Noticing small details around him, like Eli's fearful glances when he tried to act tough and how one specific attendant seemed unable to look at him since Eli's rape, he found himself subconsciously looking for a way to escape.

Muscles also seemed to develop further with time. Brett's arms and legs toned themselves until he made Eli look doughy in comparison, bulging with lean strength despite his pregnancy-related immobility. Dr. Wu's formula changes to his transformation cocktail must have had unintended side effects.

"I suppose I can't call you a hen anymore, can I?" At Brett's side, Eli traced his fingers over Brett's newly bulging chest muscles, nearly twice their usual size to match his belly. "I used to think of myself as straight as an arrow, but goddamn. I'd lift my tail for you any day." Teasing a nipple with his beak, then trailing his tongue over the exposed nub, Eli smirked, nuzzling his face into the space between Eli's chest muscles.

"You're one to talk. If it weren't for this damn beak getting in the way, I'd be cramming your dick down my throat." Shifting uncomfortably, Brett turned his attention to the stud at his side, reaching out to caress his cheek and pulling him closer for a careful kiss, his tongue dancing with its partner in a slow, sticky waltz. Only when he felt his lungs screaming for air did he break the kiss, staring into Eli's eyes. Butterflies danced in his stomach, confirming his love for his fellow prisoner.

"Fuck, I love you." Kissing over the expanse of Brett's stomach, Eli lifted one of his legs, nuzzling his cock up against the cleft of Brett's pussy. Gently prodding, he spread their combined fluids over his ebony cockhead, sliding deeper with slow thrusts. "Do you mind if I baste our clutch one last time? It seems like you could use some slickness to help push them out.

"As if I could get away." Taking a pillow in one arm and getting comfortable, Brett lowered a hand to his sex, stroking his clit in time with each thrust and shivering at the familiar sensation of being filled. It wasn't the first time he let Eli breed him in the last few hours, and it likely wouldn't be the last. A creamy coating of griffon cum always seemed to send a delightfully electric, buzzing pleasure through his sex, as if his pussy was drunk on Eli.

"It's no fun if you don't enjoy it." Hilting himself to the root and savoring the sensation of sheathing himself fully, Eli slowly ground his cocktip against the space behind Brett's cervix. They fit together perfectly as though their genitals were a lock and a key. "Besides, I remember a certain begging boy wanting me to pound him a few days ago. Have I lost my touch?"

"Oh, fuck me already. I don't want to hear any complaints if your dick's pushed out of me by an egg. I don't know how this whole giving birth thing works, but I'm sure there's no room to spare." Feigning annoyance, Brett grinned at the lazily humping griffin and clamped down on his cock. Wetness and his eager stroking over his sensitive lips gave away his desire, and he could already feel an orgasm approaching, his stomach filled with fluttering butterflies.

"Fuck, you're almost as wet as the first time." Hunching over Brett's body and slowly pumping his hips, Eli worked Brett's inner walls, one paw holding his legs open while the other gently moved Brett's out of the way, taking over the slow circling rubs that made him squirm. "You sure you want a quickie? I could go slow and steady, maybe stop halfway through and lick your ass?"

"What happened to my dominant stud?" Teasing the gently pumping griffin, Brett pulled off his cock, maneuvering himself with difficulty until his legs rested on Eli's shoulders, his dribbling pussy barely kissing the swollen head of the griffin's cock. "Come on, handsome. I can't walk anyway. Why don't you bruise my insides with that big cock?"

Staring down at Brett's display with a familiar hunger, Eli seemed unsure, his love for Brett softening his actions. A moment of slow grinding chipped away at his safeguards, though, and before long, he thrust to the hilt, balls slapping against Brett's upturned rump in a heavy rhythm. "Dammit. How are you so goddamn persuasive?"

"Mmph. As if I have to do anything but spread my legs to get you worked up~." Closing his eyes as Eli's soft stomach bumped against his egg-filled gut, Brett focused on the rising wave of orgasm growing from his stretched sex. With a satisfied, quiet moan, he clamped down on Eli's pounding member, his inner walls spasming and a rush of slippery approval slickening heavy full balls.

"Can't-" Eli's face screwed up with effort, his cock bouncing with restrained desire to prolong his sloppy pounding. Losing the battle with his cock, he spurted a heavy, thick load of griffin cream, basting every inch of Brett's innards and threatening to swell his already overfull stomach. Oozing strings of combined fluids rolled from their union, tickling Brett's well-loved ass and leaving a gooey puddle beneath his rump.

"I'll never understand how you're still so full when you're cumming inside me a dozen times a day." Fur and feathers shining with sweat, Brett licked his beak with a smirk, opening his eyes to stare hungrily into Eli's. "Such a virile stud. I'm going to spend all my time pregnant, aren't I?"

"If not pregnant, enthusiastically trying." Eli rolled off Brett, flopping next to him with that beautifully plump cock against his stomach, still drooling. Turning his head slightly to stare at Brett's face, he sought the pregnant griffin's paw, bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it, his fingers intertwined with Brett's. "Are you trying to say you'll stay here with me forever?"

"Well, maybe not, but-" Squeezing Eli's paw, Brett returned his longing gaze, wishing his stomach was less rotund so he could snuggle into the stud's chest. "Have you ever thought of what happens after all this? Once they've worked out all the kinks and restored a breeding population of griffins? Surely they wouldn't need either of us to stay here."

His face darkening, Eli looked away, staring at the ceiling. "I'm not-" Sighing, he moved his beak, but nothing came out. "I'm not what you think I am. Doc didn't tell you, did he? What all of this is? Of course, he didn't, the sadistic fuck. Probably gets off on keeping you in the dark."

"This isn't a breeding program to restore the wild population of griffins?" It all made sense. Doctor Wu's cruel treatment of his stud, his purposefully obtuse paperwork, and seeking out (formerly) stupid test subjects like Brett were all counterproductive. No reputable scientist would operate this way, let alone rape his patients.

"There isn't a wild population of griffins. We aren't natural. That asshole started with me. Experimented on me for weeks before finally combining the right ingredients to make me like this." Grimacing, Eli shrank in on himself. "I thought I saw the most fucked up assholes humanity had to offer when I was in the military, but that asshole's on another level. While my bones cracked and my muscles twisted, he stood over me, jerking his cock. Came on my fucking face while I cried and begged for mercy."

"Oh, sweetheart." Gathering Eli's face to his chest, Brett soothed the griffin with gentle fingers, ruffling his feathers. This new information confirmed his suspicions. He needed to get Eli out of there fast. He wasn't sure how, but there had to be a way. Doctor Wu's practices were sloppy, and his assistants didn't seem that imposing anymore, now that Brett noticed the fear and hesitance in their eyes. They would probably welcome the excuse to get away from the tyrant.

A heavy flood of sticky fluids interrupted his efforts to calm the crying stud, and his legs instinctively spread as a steady pressure grew deep within his sex, as though he was stretching from the inside. Strangely, it felt nothing like women described in movies and tv. There was no pain, only a growing pleasure and warmth from what he assumed was his womb.

Looking from Brett's suddenly open, panting mouth to the bulge moving down the pregnant griffin's pubic area, stretching him obscenely wide with an oval larger than his head, Eli broke into an excited grin, his recollected trauma forgotten. "Holy shit! You're- Hold on, let me help." Spreading Brett's legs, he squatted in the sloppy mess between his legs, his paws outstretched in front of Brett's stretching lips.

"Fuckkk. I thought you were big, but-" Trailing off, Brett kicked his feet out, his toes curling as the egg crowned from his lips, his cum-coated sex trying its best to work the slippery oval free. Finally, with a wet pop, the egg slipped from his lips, filling Eli's hands and sending intense, white-hot pleasure through Brett's body, like an orgasm that wouldn't end.

With no time to recover, he felt the process beginning again, his softened, stretched pussy streamlining the process and forcing the kneeling stud to set aside the slippery oval just in time to catch another. Drooling and incapable of rational thought, Brett emptied his shrinking stomach twice more, his stomach tightening with supernatural speed and his pussy leaking, clamping on air as if disappointed there wasn't another egg to pass.

"Goddamn. It's like nothing happened." Trailing fingers over Brett's newly formed abs, Eli leaned over Brett's muscled body, beak meeting Brett's as his reawakened member sawed between aching, oversensitive lips. His squishier, more fat-padded chest rolled against hard pecs, and his tufted tail twitched in the air as he brought Brett back down to earth with a patient tongue and a doting embrace.

Interrupted by the slide of the door and half a dozen footsteps, the loving couple turned their heads in unison, cringing away from a familiar smirking, evil face flanked by masked assistants. "Excellent. An adequately sized clutch and easy birth. How touching to see the stud and hen so connected in the aftermath of such an important moment."

Taking a cattleprod from one of his cronies, Doctor Wu ruined their embrace by pressing the end into Eli's stomach, sending him falling to the floor, and following him down, keeping the tip pressed into his body until his beak foamed and his eyes rolled up. "However, our resident stud is incapable of shutting his mouth. What a shame."

Torn from his cloud of post-birth pleasure by the doctor's attack, Brett sat on shaky legs, ready to rip him apart for hurting his mate. Sparking metal waved in front of his beak, keeping him at bay despite the shaking fingers holding it. Debating his ability to slam the doctor into the wall despite a shock, he glared daggers at the evil, subhuman monster. "Touch him again, and you'll never walk another day in your life."

"Oh, how positively fearsome. I'm shaking in my shoes." Flashing white teeth, the doctor kicked Eli's side, forcing him into the fetal position. "You'll be fun to break. Now, unless you want to watch your stud thrash on the floor, you'll stand up slowly and follow me."

With no choice but to follow instructions, Brett put his paws behind his head and walked to the door, flanked by assistants. With escape on his mind, he thought about fighting, but he couldn't risk Wu killing Eli. The best thing he could do was refocus the sadistic doctor on him.

Thankfully, Doctor Wu abandoned the groaning griffin, his tented pants leading the way with sadistic pride as he opened the door, beckoning Brett through and twirling his cattle prod. "There's an obedient hen. Wouldn't want your mate to suffer, would you?" Laughing, he led Brett toward the medical examination room, a bounce in his step bringing dread.

"Of course, it doesn't matter. Elias won't be able to feel anything soon enough. You've taken to the transformation far more beautifully than he ever did, and once you become my new stud, I don't need inferior breeding stock." Waving his hand as Brett was led to the examination table, strapped down and left bare to his gaze, legs spread and body trapped, he grinned a mad, evil grin. "Hopefully, you've said your goodbyes."

Eyes widening with realization, Brett struggled against his bonds, his eyes narrowing and his vision flashing red. Doctor Wu meant to kill Eli. His mate, his everything, the one who showed him a different perspective and treated him so gently when he didn't have to.

Over. Brett's. Dead. Body.