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The journey continued to fare well with Kiir's... 'unique' survival methods. The children never went hungry and they were having quite a delightful time. Yet, the trek had barely begun.

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Michelle groaned as she stopped, grabbing her crotch through her dress. "Aunt Kiir... I need to stop soon. Tomorrow is going to be a heavy flow day..." The lizard-girl released her grip on her vulva and quickly blushed as her dress stuck there, forcing her to peel it from the thick wetness.

With the girl's development, Michelle found that every few months would occur what her family dubbed a 'heavy flow day'. The first indication of a heavy flow day would be a change in vaginal lubrication the day before. She was used to always being a little wet down there; she had to be to help pass the eggs. The change, however, would be best described as a 'gummed-up' feeling down in her nether region.

Using a finger or two served as temporary relief from the build-up of a much thicker liquid. Yet, Michelle didn't mind. It was probably far better than if it had stayed the same. The term 'heavy flow' was not because of this gooey juice but rather the great increase in her rate of egg laying. Without the thickened lube, she would likely run dry within the first hour. Passing eggs while dry is most definitely not a pleasant experience.

"What a coincidence!" Kiir said cheerily. "We're pretty close to a place that would be perfect you."

Michelle just smiled back hesitantly. If Aunt Kiir thought it was a good place, then there must be something terribly perverted about it. However, the sticky gob running down Michelle's inner thigh was further indication that she didn't really have a choice. Such a disgraceful position needed some privacy.

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Kiir knocked on the door. Michelle's frills were slightly pale. A couple of plops of eggs dropping into a basket could be heard while they waited. Kiir and the twins stood nude. Kiir had mentioned that clothes weren't needed, so Lilu and Lily were happy to not bother. Xilo, on the other hand, decided to slip into a pair of overalls anyways.

"Hello?" Came a deep, melodic voice as the door creaked open.

"Hello Jint." Kiir had to wave a hand high to get the man's attention away from the taller girls.

"Kiir? It is delightful to see you again! Have you changed your mind about joining my harem?" Jint smiled hopefully at Kiir.

Jint was a tall, muscular man with a healthy tan skin that almost shined in the sunlight. His broad shoulders were dwarfed by the feathery, white wings on his back, folded down while he stood. He was also completely bald from head to toe as far as everyone could see.

There wasn't much they couldn't see. All Jint wore was a small banana hammock that left very little to the imagination. The thing didn't conceal the fact he was fairly well endowed in each of his four penises. The one with its shaft busting out the side of the skimpy cloth from lack of room was a testament to that fact.

"No Jint." Kiir shook her head. "Though I was wondering if me and the girls here could stay with you for a day or two."

A little disappointed for being rejected again, Jint nodded kindly. "Of course you can stay here, Kiir, you are always welcome in my home. However, you must introduce me to all the pretty ladies you have here." He smiled around.

"Oh no you don't, Jint. These girls aren't for you. You're a little too old for them."

Jint scowled at Kiir for the remark. "Too old?!" He rolled his eyes as Kiir stuck out a tongue. "Anyways, please come in, come in. The chicks would love to have some visitors!"

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The home was fairly large on the outside, yet the newcomers gawked at the garish décor inside. They only stepped into a small atrium with a fountain in the center, but the walls and floors were covered in brightly colored tapestries, rugs, and carpeting. It wasn't gaudy in the slightest, though. The decoration was very tasteful and welcoming, if not strangely excessive.

It was the next room which really took them by surprise. 'Huge' was an understatement. This room made up the bulk of the house. As colorful and welcoming as the last, this room was much more comfort oriented with large beds lining the walls as well as fluffy cushions and pillows strewn about everywhere.

Shiny metal rails bordered a recess in the floor along the center of the room. The recess was only a foot or two deep and several feet wide, but it nearly reached the wall at the end of the very long room. A stage at that wall is what blocked the recess, replete with curtains and wooden surface. The stage actually extended beyond the wall, as well as protruding into the recess with a sort of narrow runway.

The runway was flanked by two rows of large, square pillows, neatly lined up. The lines continued past the runway, all the way through the shallow floor, interrupted every few pillows by a large basket. By their current use, it was clear what these pillows and baskets were for.

Several women, stationed at only some of giant pillows, squatted down, fanning themselves with a wing. They pushed and squeezed, their skinny, yellow legs trembling. Moaning and sighing, their lips spread wide to a white crown. One big heave and an egg almost as large as their heads gently fell into the soft landing below.

From there, dexterous feathers at the tips of the wings groped around the egg, picking it up like a normal hand. Cradling it carefully, the women proceeded to one of the baskets, dropping it in with the other eggs inside. After that, they quickly exited the recess to jump into much more erotic affairs.

That was the most surprising aspect of this whole image. There were dozens of women everywhere. At least fifty, about as many as the make-do nests of pillows. Feathered wings danced about everywhere. Yet, they were not on the women's backs like Jint's was. Instead, the wing grew from their shoulders in place of arms. The long, thicker feathers at the tips of the wings functioned very much like fingers, so there was no loss there. Most were white, but many were decorated with beads or paint. Some were even dyed pink or blue.

From the knee down, their legs were very similar to a bird's. Yellow, scaly flesh coated the thin limbs, breaking up into several long toes with filed talons. The talons were also generally decorated, painted all sorts of colors.

Above the knee, however, they looked very much like human women. Very beautiful human women. Some were tanned, some were milky white, some had a slightly purple tone. They all had extraordinarily perky breasts; their sensuous, stiff nipples pointing up into the air. Several foot-long tail-feathers drooped over their bottoms from the smalls of their backs. Their crotches had a light carpeting of downy feathers, surrounding a - quite often dripping wet - vulva that almost half the women were putting to work.

Some were by themselves, stroking a dildo as it plunged between their legs. Some were coupled together, their juices meeting and tail-feathers tangling as butts bumped together at the midsection of double-edged toys. Five sat in a circle on an object that looked fit for a playground, to be used by children. The other three open spots put a gaping hole in that thought. Phallic objects projected from the center of seat, bobbing up and down with the other women's efforts. The five bounced in sequence, forcing the girls on the other side of the toy to lift into the air like a sort of eight-way seesaw, with very pleased looks.

Those that had finished laying an egg were especially thirsty. They bounded out of the recess and dived into an orgy on one of the beds or onto one of the dildos with sizes so great they were anchored to the floor. Some of them didn't even get past the metal rails, instead opting to straddle them; rubbing the cool, round things into their sex.

Not all the women were busy with sexual affairs. The ones that weren't gushing from their lower half sat in groups on the floor or on a few of the beds. They occupied themselves with all sorts of crafts. Some groups were focused on gussying up each other. They wielded makeup and paint and dyes supremely, designing each other from head to toe.

Other groups were busy sewing up outfits. Vivid beads and jewels were worked into fabric or turned into ornaments while silk and velvet were sculpted into clothing that made the wearer look even more ravishing. Although, when the time came, clothed individuals would abruptly strip before rushing to their pads. They didn't want to wreck the new garments with the lust that followed.

"May I have your attention, my little chickadees!" Jint clapped his hands as he shouted. All the women stopped and looked at him, save for a few that still gently humped their toys. "I would like to announce that we have some guests."

Jint grinned and took a step away from the gang. The room full of women turned into an uproar. Tossing whatever they were doing aside, they stumbled and fluttered their way to the front of the room, to greet and fawn over the newcomers. The few still on their toys sped up to finish off their current climax before they too joined the ruckus.

Kiir also took a step to hide behind Jint, leaving the children to be caught and carried away. However, when she saw Michelle blatantly trying to avoid the clamoring, she reached out and grabbed the girl by her hand, pulling her to safety behind Jint. When a couple of the women tried to follow, Kiir snapped Jint's bikini against his bottom to get him to hoot the onslaught away.

Jint turned to Kiir. "Why'd you do that?!" The shaft that was bulging out the side before had turned loose and dangled several inches down his thigh.

As he tried to stuff it back in, Kiir explained. "This one needs a good spot to stay. She's kinda in the same predicament as your chicks, only constant."

Jint looked curiously to Michelle and saw her wince as he heard the clanking of eggshells within her dress. "Oh really? Well, I suppose we should actually talk about this before just joining the fun."

The other four children were currently hidden within piles of women, being mauled with the calls of "Aww" and "So cute!"

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Patting the pillow a few times, Jint gave Michelle a smile. She was set up away from all the women, permanently squatting over one of the unused large pillows. Her dress provided a curtain of privacy to do what needed to be done. She would have preferred something not in the same room as dozens of people, but watching most of them go through the same motions she did made her feel more comfortable.

"There you go." Comforted Jint. "You should have no problems now." He gave her a wink.

Jint turned to Kiir. "You have brought such beautiful ladies to my abode, but I must say, I didn't expect I would not be the ones taking advantage of them..."

He looked out across the room. Not long after being poked and prodded by the excited crowd, a few extra pieces of anatomy were discovered. The other four girls had been split up into groups of women. There was a line to have a go with Xilo. Another group played with the little Cora while pulling aside her tail for a little fun when she wasn't paying attention. Lily and Lily were both in rotating threesomes, that didn't include each other.

"You sure there's no problem with that?" Kiir never really got to know Jint's harem on her last visit.

"After my chicks have laid their eggs, they can't conceive for the next few hours. That's also when they're the most insatiable. So, as long as they want your girls, there should be no issues." Jint shook his head, disappointed he didn't get them all to himself.

Michelle sighed and leaned back into her tail. Color returned to her frilly crown as she was finally able to relax and unload. Jint told her not to worry about making a mess, which was good since she could already feel the gummy juices ooze between herself and her pad. An emptied basket was placed in front for the eggs to drop into. Not even calm for three minutes and one rolled out...

A nearby chick spotted the egg and let out a chirp. "So pretty!" She called loudly, alerting other women who weren't busy with other affairs.

The first woman reached into the basket and picked up the egg with her long feathers. She swished it around in a wing to clean off the clear gunk and held it high for others to see. Michelle just watched wide-eyed as the bird-woman gazed at it.

When a heavy-flow day came, Michelle's hormones went wild. As such, her eggs were affected like-wise. They were no longer a pure white. Rather, a multitude of hues and designs, all bright and eye-pleasing. The previous stock had been tossed aside with the much more gigantic eggs by Jint, so the women never saw them. Yet, their own hobbies of making and designing pretty things drew their attention to such a natural work of art.

Michelle let out a light shriek as the chicks who weren't currently lusting flooded towards her. Her green-scaled face turned red with shame as the woman proceeded to lift up the dress and look for the source.

"Noo!" Michelle cried weakly. She was halfway through another egg and couldn't stop.

Once it dropped, the woman reached in and pulled it off the pillow. She turned around and held it high with the other as the more women gathered. The vibrant eggs were like a trophy. And the others wanted them as well.

Jint just shrugged as Michelle looked to him, pleading for help. When they were this excited, Jint couldn't stop his sweeties. Kiir, however, stepped over and held the girl's hand. There wasn't much else she could do about the frenzied flock either.

Luckily, they were very careful with Michelle. She was still just a young girl and the women could sympathize with the position. So, they didn't bump her around and make her uncomfortable, physically. Mentally, though, Michelle was in distress as the many pairs of eyes peeked at her throbbing embarrassment.

It got even worse as she felt another egg coming on. She thought to hold back, but with her knees and tail spread wide there was very little she could do. It gently pushed its way partially through. Then, the women went into a tizzy. Those with a front-row view of the show all wanted that egg right away. Their wings scrambled in together, all vying for the same target.

Michelle's frills stood on end from head to neck, her back arching in shock. Several soft, sleek feathers missed the egg and hit the area around it. Except for a few incidents with her friends and a couple with her brother, nobody else had touched Michelle there.

The shock to her system only expedited the process. That egg passed as the women grabbed and pulled it out. Once with the trophy, the recipient made room for another to take her place. Back down below, another one already poked through. Between the sudden alienation and her hormones, Michelle's metabolism had been kicked into gear.

Feathers stroked about everywhere, each chick itching to get her own painted egg from the pouting reptile. Michelle wanted to protest, she wanted to close her legs. But for the life of her, and her heightened sensitivity (thanks again, hormones), she couldn't resist.

The light tickling from each stroke in and out of her lips in unpredictable patterns made Michelle's tail stiffen. One eye shut, her hands holding part of her dress over most of her face, and a twitching in her right leg, Michelle was too flustered and aroused to say a thing.

A high-pitched whimper echoed from her clamped snout. The women cheered as two eggs pushed through simultaneously. Unknown to them, however, that was more reflexive than a normal occurrence on Michelle's end. Michelle wheezed through her dress, if only to calm down for a second before being riled up again by the tickling mob.

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A few taps to the amplifier rang through the room.

"Welcome one and all to the mid-afternoon fashion show!"

"It looks as though it will be quite special. Everyone here has become well

acquainted with our guests, in one way or another! Ha-haa! The chicks have been working double-time today, pressing hard to complete some new designs while having a bit of fun on the side. What are your thoughts, Kiir?"

"Umm... It should be quite interesting..."

"That it should be! Well, folks, enough of the idle banter, let's go to the catwalk!"

"First up is the wonderful, little miss Cora! Watch her step proudly, boasting her firm, well-supported chest. And boy, she does have a lot to boast about! The giant melons are perfectly nestled in a shiny, golden fabric. The bra-like piece both holds them comfortably stable and is low-cut enough to prevent any blockage. You can tell by their perkiness that those nipples are happy and living free.

The small top is complemented by her beautiful, healthy, dark hair. Two, long braids dangle past her shoulder, adding to rhythm of the girl's steps. Heh, I guess she really is proud of that top, preferring to wipe her chest with those braids rather than let it be soiled with milk. I guess that makes her hair both stylish and functional!

Her belly shimmers beautifully, thanks to a couple adhered gemstones. You girls have expensive tastes. But, I suppose it goes well with the loose, silk pants. With each step, the slightly translucent, pink folds of the fabric dance around exotically. The air gently breezes by, ruffling against Cora's smooth legs. Wait... Aww. How cute. Don't worry Cora, you don't have to hide it. It's alright if it sticks to you honey. We'll wash it up later.

Don't look now, Cora, but you've got a stalker! Cora has been joined by one of the chicks. And she is really flaunting her tail feathers, trying to come in backwards. OHHH! She's got your tail! Wow... look at that chick go... She's almost taken in half of it... Well, there they go off the stage. On to the next girls!"

"Now we have the lovely twins, Lily and Lilu! The chicks have really made these two one of their own. Hundreds of rainbow-dyed feathers have been strung together into very elegant capes, giving the girls their own wings. The capes stretch out to their wrists, attached to bracelets so the girls can really feel like they're flying!

And it seems... The capes are attached to their... genitals? How strange. Their tentacles have been pulled up to their necks and bound by more bracelets, providing an anchor for strings from the capes. It must have taken some ingenuity there to come up with that design. Another set of bracelets on the things hold up the lower half of the ensemble: a curtain of feathers dangling loosely about their waists. You'd think those bracelets would be sliding around, but leave it to my chicks to put them on tight!

To finish off the outfit, their chests are covered in a soft, black velvet. You girls really like that, don't you? Yeah, I thought so. Those mounds pushing back at the fabric show their joy. I'm also sure your 'suspenders' are enjoying the fuzzy goodness as well.

You didn't consider that yet? I'm surprised! Don't get distracted now. Umm... Uh Oh! No, don't keep going! Hurry, somebody help those two with the bracelets before they burst! Be sure to point them away from the crowd when you- Nevermind... Don't play in it! Hrmph. Once we're done, I'll make sure you all take a second shower. This time with water..."

"Alright, wipe off the stage a bit for the next girl. Ahh, here she comes, the vivacious Xilo! She looks gorgeous, if I may say so myself. It's alright, the complement is yours sweetheart. Her movement goes unhindered in this form-fitting piece. The short shorts sway sexily with her flexing tail muscles. The wide V shape rides high on her groin. The buttons along her outer thighs allow for easy donning; and hopefully disrobing, if you catch my drift.

The soft, supple fabric continues to hug her torso, lifting and pushing her breasts into some delicious cleavage. I'm sure that as she fills out more she'll be very worthy of my-

Hey! Okay, okay, I'll stop. I wish you'd quit snapping it like that! When they start bouncing against each other... Oh, whoops. Sorry about that.

Getting back on track; the teal cloth really makes Xilo's face shine. Her beauty has been wonderfully framed by some long locks of hair, slightly curled inward to give her a precious look. The rest of her hair has been pulled back into a single, braided ponytail. Turn around so we can get a better look at that. Very nice. To match her hair, her mane has also been braided, as well as sectioned off by small bows of red ribbon.

A good portion of her back is revealed as it is split down the middle to just above her round, juicy... Oops. I caught myself there, so no snapping, okay? Thank you. Anyways, the back of the shorts has been covered up by another piece of cloth, a long shirt-tail draping down and flowing over her, well, tail. Little bells adorn the stitched cloth, letting off a gentle ring with each slither.

It seems as though something in the audience has caught Xilo's eye, or more accurately: someone. Oh my, the shirt appears to be a little too form-fitting. Wow, that thing's got some power behind it. Yup, the cloth didn't have a chance. Don't worry, we'll fix that up later. Yeah, go on, have your fun... And there goes Xilo, right off the stage. Hope her and her target enjoy themselves... without me..."

"Finally, let us turn our attention's to the very exhausted, very beloved Michelle. As you all know, she couldn't walk the stage with the others, but you have done a fine job of dressing her up otherwise. Give everyone a wave Michelle.

You don't have to be embarrassed. Let everyone see your new outfit. Just for a second. See, there's nothing to hide.

Michelle has been given a very versatile pair of pants. Four legs have been attached to the waist, two for her actual legs, one for her tail, and one for all those beautiful eggs she makes to come rolling out of. This way, she can still lay without worrying about being nude!

The purple fabric attaches to a silver belly-chain, and from there it forks off into two strips. The strips meet back up behind her neck, barely covering those ample breasts along the way. As long as she doesn't jump around, there's no worry of falling out. C'mon Michelle, why don't you give us a jiggle!

OW! What? Not her either?! Uurrrgh....

Lastly, no make-up was needed for her already perfect face. The natural crown atop her head provided plenty of color. A silk veil across her muzzle leaves us with a sense of mystery and curiosity. That and it gives her something to hide the fact that she's blushing. Heh. We've tortured you enough for now; try to get some rest."

"With that, today's fashion show is complete. Thanks to all of you for making such a wonderful evening."

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"You're pretty good at that." Kiir told Jint.

Jint put down the amplifier. "Yeah, I've been announcing for a while. The chicks really get a kick out of it. But snapping my bikini like that... How rude!"

"Hey, you're not hitting on my girls. If their mothers knew, they'd kill me. Or worse." Kiir cringed at the thought of Rael's wide array of punishments.

"Yes, but how am I going to get rid of this." Jint pointed to his crotch. All four penises had pushed their way out, leaving the bikini dangling by his scrotum. "Your girls are currently using all of my girls."

"Just because you can't hit on them doesn't mean you can't hit on me." Kiir pushed Jint backwards.

Jint flailed as he fell to the ground. He caressed the tip of the wing he had landed on. Kiir didn't give him much time to recoup as she stepped over his lap.

"All this sex and I haven't gotten any. I'll just have to make up for it." Kiir grinned.

"That's new..." Jint looked down the length of Kiir's newly engorged clit. Without a second thought, he swallowed it whole.

Kiir continued to squat, grabbing together the center couple of dicks. Holding them as one, she slid slowly onto the pair. She flinched as she felt them spring apart inside of her and bounce against the walls. Once she was sitting in his lap, Kiir grabbed the other two cocks, one in each hand. Their own pre-cum aided in their job as handles while Kiir rode the other two.

A smile on Jint's face matched the ones plastered on others throughout the room. Cora was back to being subject to measurements and makeovers while a couple women waited for the use of her tail. The twins were busy exercising their own appendages, after aching slightly from the backfire. Xilo was, well, Xilo. Michelle finally got to rest as with her new outfit. The chicks stayed away from her naughty bits, preferring to eagerly wait at the end of the pants leg for more eggs to come tumbling out.

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Screams and cries of fandom almost drowned out Jint's voice. "Farewell! I hope you visit again soon! My chickadees just love your company! They want to show you some of their performances next time! Also, try to get some 'permission'!" He gave the girls a wink.

"We'll see!" Kiir called back.

Cora hopped around gleefully, enjoying her new outfit. She had another the women had made, neatly packed away. Her face was also bizarrely painted for amusement, making her look entirely goofy.

Xilo also donned the garb she was given, with some slight modifications. An inside-out pocket dangled at her waist. When she was caught off-guard with arousal, her erection slid easily into the pocket rather than tear it's own path. A hole at the point give her tip a little breathing room to relieve herself. A bonus slit at her crotch allowed her testicles to descend as well, just in case.

Michelle and the twins only wore their outfits for the adoring crowd. The twins did like the clothes, but were already rubbing the velvet smooth and wanted to preserve it for later. Michelle, on the other hand, desperately wished to get back to the safety of a dress - where she didn't fear exposing herself with every step.

Otherwise, the heavy flow day had passed and Michelle returned to normal, if not slightly scarred for life.