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The morning after his time with Pearl found Luvian wandering lazily towards his room, eyes unfocused as his mind wandered back to the beautiful owl-gryphoness. He’d awoken to find himself still smushed up against his teasing yet motherly coworker, who’d promptly bundled him into the shower to both ‘empty’ himself as well as clean up after all the fun they’d had the previous night. And it had been a fun night. Even that morning, when Pearl had pressed him against the wall in the shower, crooning about what naughty things she’d wanted to do with him while the water washed them clean, he’d been enjoying himself. He’d even gotten a bit into it, nuzzling against her weighty breasts, bending more than necessary when something was out of reach (usually the soap, cliche though it was), and letting himself rub against her front with every motion. Last night had shown him just what his job would entail, and if everyone cared that much about him just as much as they cared about getting off, it eased much of his anxiety.

Granted, Pearl had not actually done anything in the shower beyond playful gropes and words, and a few grinding motions of his own when he bent down, but she was also sticking closely to the rules Dionysus had laid down yesterday, mostly the one about how Luvian couldn’t be ‘booked’ by the same gryphon two days in a row. Based on her comments, she’d normally go for a Saturday, and pamper him the entire day, (and hadn’t the feathers of his tail poofed at the sound of that, despite the water soaking them) but the gryphoness had been impatient. Not that he was complaining. Though if that was how she always planned to treat him he was slightly disappointed he wasn’t getting a full ‘shift’ of being the owl-gryphon’s companion. Pearl had left him with clean fur, a kiss on the nose (that’d made him blush) and directions back to his room from hers, and he’d left her with his mind full of anticipation for their next ‘shift’ together. All in all, a good trade. An excellent trade.

He’d probably not needed to head back to his room at the moment, and in fact was hungry for some breakfast, but his clothes hadn’t survived Pearl’s room without a few stains (as well as a faint hint of musk), and while it wasn’t unpleasant it wasn’t something he wanted to advertise to anyone else in the kitchens… or the break room. Wherever they went for food, he hadn’t exactly been told yet, though hopefully either Ember, Pearl, or Dionysus would rectify that. Gryphons didn’t always have the best sense of smell, due to how beaks and avians worked, but they made up for that with utterly ridiculous vision. While part hawk himself, his physiology mostly lent towards a better nose than better eyes. Though thankfully there was enough hawk to prevent any variation of the color-blindness that canines were susceptible to.

So deep in a mix of fantasy and thought, Luvian didn’t notice the shape by his door until he was grabbed and yanked against it, squawking in surprise as he was pressed against something smooth and rubbery, which smushed around his face and ground something else against his lower half.

“There you are, hen.”

The voice pinpointed exactly who was holding him, and Luvian’s heart sank slightly.

It was Iris. The one coworker Dionysus had specifically warned about, and who had seemed most let down by the rules set forth by the boss bartender. Still, maybe they’d be nice? He’d…rather not have to deal with her potential aggressiveness while still coming down from the high of both last night and the last few hours.

“O-Oh…Hi Iris.”

Luvian tried to pull away, only to be held tighter, whatever he was pressed against squeaking in protest as his face was rubbed against it. Was she wearing a rubber outfit? He didn’t see the reason, unless she wanted to go for a certain look, and personally, he thought it’d be a rather silly look. Not that he was going to tell the rather muscular bouncer. Having an undamaged body was rather high on his list of priorities at all times.

“C-Could you let me go?”

“Nah.”

Short, to the point, and not what he wanted to hear. “Why?”

There was a click of a tongue against a beak, a sigh of mild frustration. “You talk too much. I’d rather your mouth be either shut or wrapped around my cock.”

The wolfbird’s mouth went dry. Uh oh. She was hyper-aggressive, and based on the pulses of the rubber-clad bulge that continued to grind against his belly, greatly aroused. Neither of which boded well for the whole ‘undamaged body’ priority he had. Though Luvian doubted any other words would work, he made another last ditch attempt before she could do anything more. “Look I’m kinda tired after last night, could we maybe wait until later or some-”

“Shut up.”

Iris wrapped a set of talons around his muzzle and squeezed, nearly making the hybrid bite his tongue. He whimpered nervously. There was ‘being dominant,’ and then there was this. This edged into an area he’d heard about, but thankfully never experienced himself. Maybe they’d meet another coworker while Iris dragged him off and made her tone it down? His luck couldn’t be absolute garbage, after all.

“Don’t worry, by the time I’m done you’ll be making a different noise. I promise.”

Luvian just whimpered again. Not like he could respond with her hand around his muzzle. Personally, he thought she should maybe work off the aggression to a point where he didn’t worry about being able to walk or anything of the sort before this, but again, his ability to vocalize such had been prevented.In response to the sound, the bouncer picked him up and slung him over one shoulder like a conquering barbarian. “Come on, we’ve got all day to break you in, hen.”

And with that she carted him away to her room, the squirming wolfbird tightly held in her muscled grasp.

~~~~~~~

When Iris kicked open her door, she heralded their arrival by tossing the hybrid onto the bed that took up a good part of the room before kicking the door closed again with a *bang*. The loud noise made Luvian wince, though the reaction was partially due to the thought of the dents that the door and wall must have, if that was how the bouncer always entered and exited her quarters. Either way, he was quickly busy scrambling away from her slowly advancing form, one that was increasingly menacing in the dull morning light combined with her blackbird plumage and predatory eyes. One talon flicked out at something on the wall as she advanced, a lightswitch, and the lights around the room flared into existence, illuminating both her and the room they both occupied.

Her room was still dark, but instead of lighting it was now mostly due to Iris’ choice to have furniture that matched her feathers. Ebony flooring, black walls, and a couch that seemed to glow a deep violet in the lights of Iris’ quarters. The walls were themselves lined with exercise gear, and beyond the couch the room lacked most of the amenities that one would think of when a living space was mentioned, though there were also a few shelves of paraphernalia and posters that actually made it look like a staff member lived here. Especially when one considered that a decent amount of the items on the shelves, as well as the posters stuck to the walls, were not ones that could ever be considered ‘professional.’ Luvian had to quickly avert his eyes from the walls when he saw one that contained what appeared to be a rather detailed image of a hermaphroditic gryphon and her harem of males. Especially once he registered the bulging bellies, as well as the eggs that sat next in baskets in one corner of the picture. Overall, it was a completely different style and feeling to how Pearl’s room had been, and not one he particularly found comforting. The entire sensation of dread, accompanied by a sense of overwhelming doom, was only heightened as he ran out of space on the bed, and found himself pressed up against a wall right as Iris’ advance towards him took her directly under one of the ceiling lights.

At best he’d probably be able to describe the hermaphrodite gryphoness’ clothes as ‘dominatrix,’ minus some more cliche addons like a whip or a pair of cuffs being twirled around a finger. Not that it made her shiny latex outfit any less terrifying, as it hugged tight to every curve of her body, accenting each one and making sure his eyes would be drawn to them all. Her wings unfurled, stretching out to either side until any attempt he made at dodging around her would almost certainly end with him impacting a wing, and being wrapped up and dragged into her claws. It struck a line through that thought process, leaving the hybrid with nothing to his name that would let him escape unmolested.

It was not a comforting thought, especially as the curve of her beak grew into a full blown grin, one hand stroking over the bulge at her waist. It throbbed, growing and straining against the latex, making it squeak from the pressure and the strain as the material began to lighten around the base of whatever monster that bulge contained. “All mine, hen. All mine for a whole day…”

In a flash, she reached forward and grabbed one of Luvian’s ankles, dragging him back before he could even let out a protest, until she soon loomed over him, encasing his body in darkness once more while her lust-blown pupils staring into his fearful ones. “I can’t wait to see what you’ll hold…”

She pounced on the bed, letting her body hang over his while she panted, legs at either side of his hips while her talons gripped his wrists, pinning them on either side of his head. Then she dragged them higher, his joints beginning to complain as she brought them together, grabbing them with one hand to keep the wolfbird pinned, while the other rose and grabbed at the front of her top. Beginning to pull, latex stretching, creaking, growing white from the stress and developing holes until…

There was a loud rip, and then latex was falling away from her front, the sides of the ‘shirt’ hanging loose about her arms. It left her breasts unimpeded and swaying before him, threatening to smother him with every brush of feathers against his nose. Should she go through with that, Luvian doubted it would be as nice or as comfortable as when Pearl had pressed him against her own bust. Nothing about Iris screamed ‘gentle.’ Then the blackbird gryphoness gripped the edge of her pants,and pulled down. If this had been any other time, Luvian would have wondered why one part of the outfit mattered, and the other part did not. At the moment, he was busy staring down, face to face with the weapon that had been between the gryphoness’ legs. A monster of a shaft, one that was quickly bouncing free of its prison, throbbing and steadily growing to its full size. And also one that seemed far, far larger than the bulge previously seen would have indicated.

‘Oh…’ Luvian realized, feeling a bit faint, ‘she wears compression clothes.’

Iris’ cock was as black as her feathers, bulging with the veins that covered it. It looked more like something that belonged on an equine porn star than a bouncer, flared and a medial ring and as thick as a two liter bottle, at least. With her hips matching his, her tip bumped against his lower jaw, which only made the hybrid more concerned she’d try to stuff the entire thing in him. She had to know he had limits, right? Especially as he felt her sheath bulge between his thighs, hinting at what may be a knot to perfectly form the raven-gryph’s shaft into a tool designed to break open a partner and leave them gaping for hours if not days afterwards.

Luvain gulped, eyes flicking up to meet hers. “You…you know that’s not going to MMPPHH”

Her talons once again wrapped around his jaws, tightly, preventing him from finishing his words.

“You know, I told you I only wanted your mouth shut or wrapped around my cock. I guess moaning would be okay, but this ain’t it either. So we’re gonna do a little…exercise.”

Her other talons wrapped about his neck, though thankfully not tight enough to asphyxiate him. Then the space between them glowed as light emitted from her eyes, electric blue despite her eyes being bronze not even a few moments earlier. His neck suddenly felt like it had been dunked in cold water, then dry and itchy in the next, and his arms twitched in the gryphoness’ grasp as he instinctively tried to buck away. Wasn’t she not allowed to use spells?

The thought seemed to cross Iris’ mind afterwards, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Instead, she smirked, looking down at him. “Oh, I doubt anyone will mind if it’s a temporary measure. Though maybe I can ask Dionysus for this to be an exception.”

Luvian was just even more confused at that. What did she do? He didn’t feel like his mind had been fucked with, nor did any part of him seem changed, especially his neck. Did it not work, and the gryphoness just thought it had done something? Then Iris moved. In one seamless move, she flipped herself around, and sat down on his face. His face completely subsumed by the fat sac that genetics had given her, forcing him to inhale her musk, hear the sloshing of the thick seed that was building up within them.

The new position had meant Iris had to let go of his hands, and, squirming, the wolfbird grasped at her hips, attempting to shove her off, letting his claws prick at her skin to try and make the gryphoness move off. He’d need to breathe soon enough, plus this was just completely humiliating! Neither action gave him any positive result. Instead, he was forced further against her sac as the gryphoness sighed happily and leaned back. Further inoculating him against outside sound, keeping his vision dark and filled with dark, corvid-esque feathers. Luvian whined in protest, kicking his legs and wiggling. Iris gave a semi-audible moan. The taunt that followed was only barely audible.

“Riiight there, hen. I wanna make sure you’re nice and smothered before we proceed. Just inhale~ Let my musk break your mind.~”

The wolfbird did his best to resist. But it was slow, insidiously creeping. With every new breath his mind fogged further, his struggles slowed into stillness. Every moment that left him only able to get air that had been filtered through the heavy, encompassing musk of the horny gryphoness, left him more submissive, compliant. Talons stilled, claws fell away from her hips to lay where they’d landed. Soon he was just laying there, unresponsive, until Iris decided to move.

“Oh, gone already? I was gonna see if I could orgasm just by riding your muzzle, but this is a better path. Now, open wide, hen, it’s time for breakfast~”

She got up, one talon holding her cock down as it slid up his chest, over his muzzle, smearing his fur with her precum until Iris had finally raised herself off the wolfbird enough that her shaft hung over his matted, sweaty face. Luvian wasn’t paying attention, as he was trying to recover, ending up foolishly opening his jaws wide to inhale deeply, to get his first, unimpeded breath of oxygen in however long it had been since she’d first put his face beneath her rear.

“Good hen.”

Luvian choked as his inhale was cut off short by her flare, throat clenching and convulsing in protest while Iris groaned in pleasure, pushing her monstrous length into his throat, down his gullet. The wolfbird’s neck bulged obscenely with her size, wrapping tightly around each vein, each inch of her cock as it pressed out at where it met at his collarbone. He pawed at her thighs again, feeling his air cut out completely, and tried to let her know he couldn’t breathe. It wouldn’t fit, she was going to kill him in her lust, he could see his eyes growing dim from deprivation, his limbs tingling and body slowing as his oxygen ran out…

Then he inhaled.

Exhaled.

And repeated both once again.

He was…breathing…

Was this the spell Iris had wrought on him? A lewd magic that prevented his body from requiring oxygen while she stretched out his upper body with her debauchery? He didn’t know. And the gryphoness was too busy moaning, too busy kneeling on either side of his face so she could stuff more down his jaws. His bones started to ache from the strain. Whatever she’d cast, it didn’t apply to his skeletal structure.

Hopefully she knew that. A broken jaw was not something he ever wanted to experience. Neither was this, but he couldn’t exactly stop the bodybuilding bouncer gryphoness now.

“MMMPPGGRR!”

“Ooooh, keep doing that, slut. Your throat vibrating around my cock is divine.”

Then she drew back, raising her legs up as she bent over, placing each hand on either side of the trapped, stuffed hybrid’s hips. Until only the smallest amount of her flare was still trapped behind Luvian’s teeth….and slammed forward. Inches of fat gryphon-cock stuffed themselves back down his throat, joined by more until his nose was squashed up against her medial ring. Iris ground against him, letting him feel her move around inside him, a talon caressing the bulging, distended flesh that marked her shaft’s journey inside him. Luvian twitched helplessly, kept on the edge of unconsciousness, of asphyxiation. Breathing unimpeded, yet with his sensitivity jacked up far beyond normal. His paws pressed weakly against the crow-gryph’s thighs, more like support than anything, but the wolfbird didn’t have the energy, or slowly draining willpower, to actually push. So he was stuck, listening to every sound she made, every movement. The feeling of skin on skin and the creaking sounds of his jaws being forced to wrap around the fence pole that was disguised as Iris’ dick slowly overpowering everything else. His paws fell away again, falling limp on either side of his head while his mind fogged once more.

Iris was too busy to care about any of that though. Too busy drawing herself back, slamming back in again. Repeating it over and over as she forced her medial ring down, past his lips. Groaning in pleasure as she felt his throat stretch around each inch of her dick, the smaller wolfbird’s body a perfect tight cocksleeve for her desire. Already the gryphoness was holding back her orgasm by the edge of a knife, biting her tongue while she continued to pound. Iris could see her medial ring bulging out Luvian’s neck, moving up and down, moving deeper, deeper, until her knot was pressing against the wolfbird’s already straining jaws, her flare bulging out his gut. And she could hold back no longer. Letting out a cry of delight as her hefty balls, currently resting on the hybrid, began to clench and throb.

And seed began pouring into Luvian. He couldn’t taste it, couldn’t see it, only feeling it as his belly gurgled and groaned in protest as gushes of gryphon cum were dumped into him, thick and churning about in his stomach and forcing it to expand. Stuck as Iris ground her throbbing, hole-breaking knot against his lips. Not like she wanted to stuff it in him, thank the gods for that small mercy. But likely in lust, bliss, whatever outside viewers (hopefully none) would call it. His glazed thoughts called it humiliation, since it ground her musk into his nose and forced him to think about how much cock she’d shoved down his gullet. Not something he’d wanted to think about, but it was now the only thing he could. Besides the constant ‘Holy fuck when is she stopping’ mantra that accompanied each solid blast of thick cum directly into his belly. And as his gut filled, it pushed outward, rounding and softening the shape of her shaft. First, it appeared like he’d simply eaten too much. Then another pulse. Another. And each one was matched by another growth in the diameter of his middle.

With his arms trapped on either side of his head, kept there by the corvid-gryphon’s thighs, Luvian couldn’t exactly tell how much cum was being pumped into him. Only estimate it by how much his body complained about the thick, liquid ‘meal.’ Not to mention how it collapsed under its own weight and weighed him down, the sides of his belly wrapping around his hips even as the height of it increased. He wanted to stop. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t like the gryphoness was feeding him under his own volition. She was pretty much just injecting it straight into his guts, and any muffled protest was met by a happy croon and a stronger clench of her sac. Luvian was forced to wait until her orgasm finally ended, which felt like an eternity to him.

To Iris, the entire thing was heaven. Hot, rippling flesh about her cock, a warm body to rest her sac on, and watching that grey-furred gut grow. It wasn’t the kind of growth she wanted, unfortunately. That’d be later, when she could imagine it. Quite rude of Dionysus to deny her cravings, but oh well, creativity would replace potions. Plus, despite not being as round and firm as she’d prefer, the effect of her virility on the hybrid’s frame was still utterly sublime. If the rules had been on her side, she’d sit on his face for added fun while the effects of her plans took effect. But she’d have to settle for something else. Grinning, she made sure Luvian’s jaws were locked tight around her shaft, and began to pull back for the first time in several minutes.

The wolfbird in question felt the retreat, and hoped that it was the end of his…liaison with the bouncer. He felt bloated, and was bloated. And unlike the warm, sloshing weight that had accompanied him after Pearl’s affections, this was hot, thick. It made him feel like a beached whale… or…

Iris’ medial ring popped out of his throat with a wet SHLK, and then dragged over his teeth, the gryphoness groaning at the stimulation to the sensitive flesh, though she continued to pull back. The effect of keeping the wolfbird’s mouth firmly shut was clearly working, based on the clean, shining layer of saliva over her cock, free of any seed. It also gave the male a taste of her cum, a feel for just what she’d pumped into his belly. Like it had felt in his stomach, it was thick, slimy. He immediately hated the feeling.

The bulge of the gryphoness’ flare reappeared beneath the shape of Luvian’s collarbone, and began its ascent. His neck bulged around it, forced to conform to its shape, before the ‘adornment’ slid into his mouth, cheeks rounded by her cock. Iris teased him then, bouncing back and forth, as if threatening to dive down his throat again, before finally dragging the last bit of her shaft out of his mouth, leaning back just enough for Luvian to gasp out and begin dragging down actual air, tainted by musk though it was. Panting and groaning as he tried to sit up.

He couldn’t. Flicking his eyes down showed that his belly now towered over him, easily visible even while laying down. The liquid weight of it prevented him from getting up and escaping the gryphoness’ clutches. Luvian could only whimper pleadingly up at his captor, wordlessly begging her to let him go. Instead, the blackbird gryphoness laughed at his situation, reaching over to playfully pat his distended gut while his heart sank.

“Oh, that was only round 1, hen. This was just to break you in and rev me up~”

She slid off the bed, coming around until she stood at his legs. The scene it created was terrifying, especially as he watched her softened cock throb.

Pulsed.

And then hardened again, the entire massive thing soon hard and towering over him even with his gut, as Iris lifted it with one hand around the medial ring. The whole shape came up to her shoulders at least. Now that he was getting an undesired, unimpeded look at it, Luvian whimpered again. Iris just grinned and let go, letting her cock fall under its own weight and slap against his rounded middle, making him gurgle as everything in him shifted, his belly complaining at the impact and how the force moved around what had just begun to settle.

“Now it’s time for the main event. Luckily for you, I’m already lubed up. Time to test you again, hen! This time, we’re gonna go all the way down.”

The last sentence was punctuated by her drawing back, sliding off his belly until her shaft rested at his hips. Part of him was worried, clenching nervously, for her to slam it in all at once as she fell silent. Instead, she tucked one arm under him, and with a flex of her muscles, flipped his body over in one smooth motion.

Now resting on his belly, Luvian groaned as everything shifted again, and pressed against new parts of his body. While his lungs no longer felt compressed, yes, his new position made him feel trapped in a different way, gravity still working with Iris to keep him pinned against the mattress. It also took away his vision of her actions again, reducing him to sound and touch, since now all he could see was the posters and gym equipment scattered about her room, as well as parts of his bloated belly, now squashed between his body and the bed. It didn’t help that the poster he’d looked away from before was front and center now, along with a few others showing what appeared to be pregnant males. Overall, ‘terrifying’ was starting to feel like a new state of being, if not an understatement. Especially when he felt the gryphoness’ monstrous flare push aside his feathered tail and press against his rear. Luvian froze.

“Waitwait-”

*POP!*

Luvian let out a screech as he was forced to stretch once again, this time from a part of him that was, while obviously not virginal compared to his throat, still woefully unprepared for the utter destruction that was now being wrought upon it.

Iris shushed him, wrapping a hand about his muzzle for a third time, forcing him into silence once more, though the wolfbird still whined quietly, eyes wide and full of terror. “Shhhh, good boy.” The gryphoness wiggled her hips, moaning as she continued to stretch the hybrid further, inch by inch pushing her way into his body. “Nice and tight, just how you should be… So disappointing I’ll have to ruin it, but nothing to be done.”

There definitely was a way to avoid that fate for his poor rear, but since that solution was, well, ‘don’t fuck the wolfbird that hard’ the chances of such were low, to say the least. Still, he clawed at the sheets, unable to move with the massive flare in his gut, not to mention the claws held firmly at his hips. All his actions amounted to nothing, his reward being the gryphoness growling and biting at his ears, all while she arched over him, forcing his hips up to meet her demands. It made things stretch further than felt possible, the unfamiliarity and tension only rising as Iris let go of his jaws in order to push his head into the mattress, darkening his vision once more while she drew back, slowly.

The wolfbird was not foolish enough to believe that she was letting him go now. She’d not even come close to climax, much less stuffed herself even halfway inside his body. The gryphoness was just getting started. A frightening thought, one to add to the pile of terror that his gibbering mind had collected. Luvian let out a groan of protest into the fabric smushed against face. Iris merely let out a groan of her own in response. In contrast, Iris was in pleasure. There would be no backing out. Of the wolfbird being fucked, that was, since the gryphoness was currently backing out of his rear. Only to slam in again with a moan, one met with another muffled, pleading groan from the hybrid beneath her. Again his protests were ignored. Again the process repeated.

Unlike his spelled throat, there was nothing to aid Iris stuffing herself into his rump. Each inch into Luvian was gained with muscle and stamina, each one from a heavy, bed-creaking thrust into his body that left him groaning and clenching down instinctively. The gryphoness bit into his ear each time, until it felt like that on top of everything else he’d end this with a part of his ear missing, despite the lack of blood and actual pain. Though for all he knew pain had been overthrown by pressure, by the feeling of everything in him having to move in order to both accommodate and endure the brutal fucking.

The medial ring was ground against him, before a few vigorous thrusts let it join the first half of her monstrous cock in his belly. Luvian could only moan weakly, voice gone and body exhausted as he reached the edge of consciousness. Iris laughed, saying something, but it was muffled, not by fabric or flesh but by his mind’s own faltering ability to process anything beyond the endless, brutal fucking. Time blurred as his thoughts drifted.

It was some time later when he snapped back to reality, back to the nightmare as Iris began to roughly slam her massive, oversized knot against him. The shock of it, that she would try to fit it, was both shocking and yet expected. The gryphoness hadn’t cared about his limits before, it wasn’t like she would start now. In fact, a particularly violent thrust made him realize part of her cock had bushed into his cum-bloated belly, as thick, gooey gryphoness seed was pushed up his throat and out of his mouth, dripping over his muzzle onto the sheets. Based on Iris’ snort of amusement, it was the first time she’d done that.

“Looks like retention is something you’ll have to work on. Luckily we get paid enough that it’ll be easy to replace my sheets every time until I fix your leaking problem.”

A pause, then another snort.

“Hey, does this mean I’m your plumber?”

Luvian wanted to say no, but he was busy with another small bulge of seed escaping his mouth. He groaned instead. Iris went back to obliterating him, talons pressing against his shoulders to give the crow-gryph better traction and force. The bloated wolfbird let out another weak complaint as she further dragged his ass into the air, cum gurgling as it pushed into his throat and drained out his mouth, her talons wrapping around his lower legs as she slam-fucked him. Her balls slapping against his rear with force as gravity and inertia pressed things deeper.

Deeper.

Luvian’s hips creaked in protest, Iris let out a guttural moan.

And her titanic knot SHHLLK’ed its way inside, the wolfbird letting out a wet, bubbling screech around the seed clogging his throat. The gryphoness simply relaxed, draping herself over the smaller hybrid, breasts pressing against his back as he put her head next to his. The weight forced more seed out of his muzzle. “Mmmm…. Ruined for anyone but me now, hen.” She ground against his rear, Luvian’s eyes crossing as he felt her shift around inside him. “Nowhere to run, trapped in my bed~”

The gryphoness used a hand to turn his head to the debauched picture, rumbling in pleasure. “See that one? I had it personally commissioned. How I’d love to have such a harem myself, and if Dionysus hadn’t said no, you’d be the first of many bearing my clutch~”

Luvian whimpered. Iris gave a little thrust. “Oh well, if I can’t fill you with eggs, A tight little belly full of seed will have to do.” She bounced against his rear again. “I know I said I don’t mind a little leak, but…”

Iris wrapped her talons about his jaws and forced them tightly closed.

“I also want to see how much you hold.”

And with that, the floodgates the gryphoness had been barely holding back were wrenched open.

Luvian immediately felt the bloat, despite what had already been pumped into him. His belly complained with each gush of gryphoness seed that Iris dumped into him, gurgling as it was squashed between the bed and his own body. He could feel it growing larger, pressing against his legs, pushing them up. Fur began to brush against his neck, his jawline, seed weighing him down and making the legs of the bed groan in harmony with his stomach. The wolfbird let out a wet-sounding whine around the talons wrapped about his muzzle, a leg weakly kicking out into the open air in protest.

Iris merely let out a moan, and nibbled at his ear. “Good, good little wolfbird.” Her sac clenched, sending more cum into the hybrid beneath her. “Grow nice and big, nice and round~”

Luvian wasn’t sure how he could grow ‘round’ with gryphon cum, especially when he had a heavy, muscled gryphoness laying on him, but he wasn’t exactly able to vocalize such. Not to mention the fact that he was struggling with the entire load itself. While his belly had finally stopped growing, nearly making him feel like a waterbed as his legs and lower face were smothered in hot, sweaty, musk-soaked fur, his…captor… hadn’t yet finished her climax. Things were growing tighter, his muscles creaking as the pressure mounted. Her knot prevented anything from escaping, and the rivers of seed that flowed out from between his lips and drizzled down to drip onto the sheets wasn’t enough to even things out. Cheeks bulging with excess cum, he tried to swallow it back down, only for it to simply wash back into place.

He felt pressure in his face, uncomfortable pressure. It didn’t make sense, until his nose was completely blocked off and inundated with the stench of Iris’ cum as it began to flow from there as well. Luvian attempted to whine, to let the gryphoness know that he was out of room, but all that came out was a sound that seemed more like a bubble of tar popping than an actual noise.

By the time Iris’ orgasm finally ended, Luvian had a mask of seed staining his entire muzzle, face ground into the pool of cum that had leaked from there as the gryphoness idly grinding herself against him, one arm leaving his muzzle to trace talons over his drum-tight belly. “Nice and full, as you should be.” the gryphoness cooed into his ear, nibbling at the sore bit of hybrid for what felt like the thousandth time. “We’ll get your capacity up though, I at least want you to repeat this routine without leaks next time.”

She rapped her claws against his belly, laughing at the sound of sloshing seed that came back. “I can almost imagine this turning into my clutch, little hen.”

She spread her fingers over that patch of taut flesh, pushing and shifting it around to make things shift to the point Luvian let out a barely audible noise of complaint. “Just imagine, hen. Click clack, click clack, the eggs inside your belly~ You’d be my prized brood-bird.” The wolfbird let out another noise. “Oh, you want to say something? Sure~ You should learn to sing like a proper hen, after all.”

Her other set of talons left his muzzle, to join the first in groping and gliding over his groaning gut. Luvian immediately opened his jaws, only to expel a hefty amount of seed from his throat and mouth. A plaintive cry gurgling from his mouth as he stretched his jaws wide open, showing how the entire space, from tongue to teeth to throat, was coated in a hefty layer of white. It was a wonder he could even make a noise, however incoherent it was. He tried again. All that came out was another round of bubbling nonsense.

Iris laughed again. “Got a clog in the system? Looks like you need a few minutes before you can sing properly.” She ground her hips against his rump again, giving a little bounce as Luvian complained wordlessly. “Oh, how I wish you could fit more, but that’ll be your training on days I have you under my talons. For now~”

Iris once again demonstrated the dense muscles under her feathers as she gripped the wolfbird’s shoulders, rolling him steadily until the hybrid was sitting in her lap, gurgling and drooling seed while his mind went as white as the cum that filled his guts. Meanwhile, the gryphoness put her talons back on his belly, shifting and sloshing it about once more until Luvian was almost keening at how everything was moving inside him, weakly batting at her arms to try and get her to just stop.

The gryphoness just giggled, nipping at his ears yet again. Though she did stop, it was only to drag him back between her breasts, Luvian’s world turning as dark as her feathers, now trapped against her. His arms were pinned at his sides, his wings between them both, and when he tried kicking his legs, she twisted her own legs to trap them between her thighs and her balls. Unable to struggle, he let out a wet, muffled whine, one that didn’t leave his confines.

“Good boy~ My little hen~ I’m gonna enjoy pumping you full every week, imagining you waddling with my clutch.”

Her voice lowered to a whisper, one that sent the fur from the back of his neck to his shoulders standing up like he’d been struck by lightning. “And eventually, I’ll wear down Dionysus, and my desires will become reality~.”

There was a bang on the door. From his position, Luvian felt Iris’ heart skip a beat.

“Iris, you in there? We’re opening in fifteen and you need to be at the door.”

The gryphoness in question cursed under her breath, whispering in frustration. “Has it been that long? Fuck….”

She raised her voice to respond to, Luvian realized, Dionysus himself. He tried calling out, but was unable to generate more than a bubbling gurgle. A sound that was easily overshadowed by her response. “Y-Yeah! Just…give me a minute! Need a shower, was… exercising.”

There was a sigh from Dionysus. “Even with my nose I can smell what you’ve been doing, Iris. I’m opening the door.”

“Dammit.”

The door creaked open again. The silence was palpable, filled with judgment. “You know, usually the lights are too dark to see your…posters.”

The crow-gryphoness’ voice turned defensive. “There a problem with them?”

“No, it just explains quite a bit.”

There was another pause. “You gonna let him out? I think he probably would like a bath at least, and you’ve got a job to get ready for.”

Iris sighed, and Luvian squinted as his vision returned. Forced to be face to face with his boss, in his current condition, the wolfbird couldn’t help but wilt. Opening his mouth to respond, the hybrid suddenly felt his throat go cold again, then become rapidly, incredibly sore. Iris’ spell had worn off. All he could do was croak weakly, before sputtering out a series of hacking coughs as seed drizzled into the wrong pipe.

“Luvian.”

A forepaw gently cupped his head and directed his gaze towards the amethyst eyes of the feral gryphon. “Nevermind, Iris, Nunan will cover your position tonight. You're on probation until I can get to the bottom of this.”

“What the fuck!?”

The warm paw left him, Luvian dropping his head to his chest and letting out another groan. “When Pearl left him this morning, he could walk, talk, and based on a glimpse I saw, happy. In the hours since then, he’s become unable to speak, bloated to the point where he’s stuck, seems uncomfortable if not in outright discomfort, and his eyes tell all I need to know about his emotional state.”

“Fuck off. I enjoyed it.”

“And did he?”

“....Does it matter?”

“Fuck Iris, of course it matters! He’s not some sex doll!”

“I know. He’s stretchier for one.”

There was a sudden wave of cold from the doorway. Luvian raised his head just enough to spot the white feathers of Pearl stopped midstep. Her eyes turned towards them, flashing in fury.”

Iris cursed yet again, then there was a sudden flutter of feathers. Before Luvian could blink, he found the corvid-based gryphoness screeching in discomfort behind him, her shaft cold and deflating back to what it’d been at the beginning of it all. Slipping out of him as he toppled out of her lap. Leaking out of both ends now, only stopped from hitting the floor belly/face first by Dionysus keeping him propped upright. His boss sighed, barely audible over what seemed like the sounds of Pearl cursing and attacking an equally angry Iris.

“Come on Luvian, let's get you to your room. I’ll send Pearl over as soon as I can pry her off Iris. Based on those comments she’s just lost her job, so I’ll need to hire a new bouncer before we can open.”

The journey felt like eternity, his legs barely wanting to cooperate, his bloated middle dragging him off balance. The only thing keeping him going was Dionysus essentially keeping him moving, keeping him standing. By the time they reached his door, Luvian was pretty much being carried, and slumped to the floor halfway to the bathroom. Panting and groaning as he cradled his gut.

There was a nudge from the gryphon bartender. “Come on.” He crooned. “Few more steps, that’s a good boy…”

Whining, Luvian struggled to his talons, before falling to one knee. Burping out some of Iris’ seed as his belly squashed against the floor. “Hnnggh….Nnnngh…”

A beak sank into his scruff lightly, and the wolfbird went limp, letting Dionysus drag him until he was propped up against the edge of his nest-bed. “There, just rest, Pearl will undoubtedly make sure you feel better when I send her over.”

He moved closer, eyes meeting Luvian’s dull ones. “Do you want her to help you?”

After a few minutes, the hybrid gave a small nod. He got a gentle lick as a reward. “Good.”

Another lick. “I’m sorry that this happened to you, Luvian. While your position and our proclivities meant you’d be dominated on occasion, undoubtedly more roughly than Pearl even dreams of, that does not mean you should not get your own pleasure from each encounter.”

Dionysus gave a final tap with his beak, preening the wolfbird’s fur until he relaxed, head hanging down as his eyes fell shut. “Our little wolfbird. Sleep well. Pearl will make sure you’re well cared for the rest of today.”

“And tomorrow, I think you’ll spend the day with Ember. A good day of relaxing while we sort this all out.”