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The ad said: Broodmate for hire, all expenses paid, sit on eggs for fun and profit!

Damien had answered that ad, being a Feral Raven, he looked around at the other candidates applying for the job with some confidence. A Racoon, a pigeon, and a Swan of all things. He was smaller than all but the pigeon though, but the only male of the bunch. Guess it all depended on the client’s tastes.

He sighed as the swan was called in first, trying to not fidget while the interview was going on, with the pretty receptionist behind the desk doing her own thing. The Waxwing was having some trouble with the copying machine, which had a paper jam, which she was trying to fix in between calls. He couldn’t help himself, fixing the jam while she was on the phone. He might not get the job, but he wasn’t an asshole.

He was rewarded by a grateful nod as he hit the button to allow the machine to spit out what was in que. He took the paper in his beak, the top one showing “You’re hired!”, he sighed, bringing it to the desk, and resuming the wait, perching on the seat, next to the pigeon. The receptionist continued doing her job, giving me a look once in a while as other candidates came and went, soon leaving just me in the waiting room.

“Nervous?” The receptionist asked. I was startled, having been lost in my own world of doubts and such things.

“A little bit.” I truthfully answered.

“Have you done this before?” She asked, looking me over.

“Yes, my nest sister is a Cuckoo, so chances are she’ll drop one or two of her kids off for me to sit on my next job too.” I said, giving as much of a smile as I could.

“Ah! Makes sense why a male would be a nest sitter then!” She said, before realizing what she said though being naturally pink, and feathered, a blush is harder to see than one would think. “Not that..” She stammered.

“Don’t worry, I’m not that kind of guy. And I love my beautiful, slutty sister, who's always getting knocked up. Having been raised in a Mixed nest myself, there’s something I love about sitting on eggs that’s not easy to..” I was interrupted by my name being called. “Oops, wish me luck!” I said, waving a wing at the receptionist,

I walked into the office, a posh affair with a desk and perch setup, with another waxwing sitting behind it. The Nameplate said Carmen Hammerson It didn’t take me long to start adding up what was going on, seeing his wedding band on his talon, which the receptionist lacked. “Mr Black, please take a perch.” he said, waving towards the guest perch.

I did as beckoned, being slightly taller than the other bird, but not intimidatingly so. The male took a minute looking me over as I waited out the awkward silence “Mr. Black..” He started.

“Call me Damien, please. If I’m going to incubate your kids, we can be informal.” I said, seeing the tension leave the male.

“Ah yes, Damien, thank you. You are aware of what the job entails, you will be living with my secretary, serving as my stand in, as my wife would kill me if she knew.” The male said, shifting from one foot to the other awkwardly.

“Yes, I met her outside, I think we’ll get along swimmingly, as long as you are comfortable with an extra egg or two in the nest, my sister is a Cuckoo after all.” I said, laying it out.

It took the male a second, before he pecked a remote, lowering the lights, leaving several eggshells illuminated, each painstakingly re-assembled, all of a special type of artwork, each worth millions. I recognized each, because I hatched each one. “I did my homework on you, Damien.” He puffed up his chest “Name your price, son. I want your ass on my eggs.”

I chuckled “Ah, a fan of Sis’s work. She’s smoking hot that way, but she’s a total perv, she won’t ovulate unless I’m on the job. More details the better for her. Also, we keep the shells afterwards, it’s her work until someone buys it, right?” I said, using the pen to write out a figure with 6 digits.

The male took a look, then extended a talon “Consider it done, Lana outside is ready to be bred, you said photos, right?” He said, hitting the button to call Miss Lana. “You can come in now, and call to the main desk, hold my calls for the next hour.” He said, then released the button. “I’ll have the contract drawn up by this afternoon, but she’ll lay her first tonight, you ready?”

“Yes, sir, I was ready when I walked through the door.” I gave the male a wink as Lana walked through the door. The male flashed her a V sign with his primary feathers causing the female to jump up and down in happiness, before starting to cuddle against his side. I couldn’t help myself, and took my phone off my leg bag, and took the first of many pics, of what turned out to be a full on porno shoot. Some of which went to my personal collection, but the tasty ones went to sis.

[OMG what lovebirds!] Sis answered to a pic of the two in mid coitus.

[First egg is tonight, shame if some mean cuckoo tosses one in with it] I sent her another, featuring Lana’s creampied cloaca drooling cum.

[Cuckoo!<3] sis sent, knowing I’d be seeing her soon. I sent her the address of Lana’s place, once the thoroughly bred female arranged her feathers after the fucking enough to do more than moan. Her belly was already inflated, and likely to stay that way until she layed.

We walked out of the office together, Miss Lana and I. “Want me there for the laying tonight?” I asked out of politeness.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, "Please do Mr Black.” She said, hopefully.

I rubbed her head feathers with my beak, grooming a few yet out of place from her mating. “I’ll be glad to, Sis is excited too, she’ll be there likely tomorrow morning, takes her a bit to make an egg.”

“I’ll be here, making another by then, so see you after work, handsome.” She said, winking.

By lunchtime, sis had sent me several pics, all of which were far more perverted than the vanilla fucking the waxwings had done. And it got better. Her mother had joined in. Holy shit I’m glad I’m a bird, no awkward public boners like my Mammal friends get. Chances are I’d be incubating 4 cuckoo eggs from Sis and her mom. My heart skipped a beat as I finished my Footlong, taking it whole like a horsecock. Damm I loved being a bird.

I was finishing packing my travel bag when Sis sent me a pic of her and her Mom, with obvious swollen bellies grinning at the camera, and of course it was an ass shot for both of them. [Knocked up!] was the accompanying text.

[Lucky you <3] I sent back thinking of how true that was. I had my toys of course, eggplay was one of the more common kinks among birds, but no matter how fun or pleasurable, they just didn’t smell right the way Sis’s brood did. That scent was imprinted on my soul, likely from sis’s egg being laid next to mine. Maybe it was some sort of Cuckoo defense mechanism as a parasitic breeder. Between the pic, and the memory, I was almost late from having to clean my feathers, and the floor too.

I pecked on Lana’s doorbell, and the front door unlocked, knowing she was getting the nest ready, I didn’t mind as I spotted her floor, and flew up there, the open atrium having balconies within the building to avoid intruders as a security measure thanks to ? of the local population having wings and all. A number I’d be helping to increase soon, as I knocked on Lana’s door.

“Hello, Damien.” She said, touching beaks as a way of welcoming me in. Afterwards as I followed her I noticed her gravid belly, likely in the shell making period as a guess. She led me to her living room, with me noticing the nest I’d soon be using.

“Do you mind if I try it out? Not often I see a designer nest like this.” I said, clearly impressed. And it was an impressive nest, I took a pic of it, and Lana took one too when I sat down in it, wiggling around delightedly.

“You’re a natural, and it’s a perfect fit, I was worried I’d be too small, but it feels good for me too.” She said, grinning as she took more pics, and I had to admit, she was cute, so I posed for her, causing her to giggle.

“Mind if I order dinner? I’ve kind of got the munchies.” She said, not waiting for me to answer, or even for my input. Rude perhaps, but I’d been around pregnant women before, so knew what to expect. I kept the nest warm for the egg that likely was an hour away building heat into the Denim weave that made up the lining. Washable, comfy, and oh so warm, if I was a cat, I’d be purring. I barely noticed the time it took for the doorbell to ring.

Turns out Waxwings are fruit eaters, but when pregnant, can go omnivore. There was a tray of fruits and meats for us to pick over, she taking turns feeding me like a chick, she was so cute! But it wasn’t long before asking to switch places.

“This your first time?” I asked her, she nodded, a bit nervous.

“Let your body do what it needs to, don’t push until I say so, OK? I’ve been a midwife to a few eggs already. So relax, this is your time. Cherish it.” I said, trying to not let my egg envy show.

“Ok, I’d like a mango, please.” She said, as the contraction passed. It’d likely be a half hour yet before she layed, so we enjoyed our time sharing dinner as the contractions came and passed. It was when she thought she needed to use the Jake that I knew she was close.

“I really have to go, Damien, get out of my way~” She begged.

“It’s OK, I’ll clean it up, just use the nest like a diaper, it’ll be fine. Call it a kink of mine.” I said, giving her a wink.

She looked concerned, likely going over the memory of me having photographed her getting knocked up this morning. Took a minute before she nodded, her tail feathers fanning out as she pushed, while relaxing her donut, her body releasing the egg, she thought of as a dump, almost surprised when it stretched her wide as I watched her feathers fan out as the egg passed.

“Oh! Guess That was why you wanted me on the nest, huh?” She said, huffing as her ass contracted into its familiar shape. Still want me to shit in here?” She said, standing up so the egg’s shell could dry.

“I was kidding, though if it’s actually your kink too..” I started as she marked the nest, then stood up. Winking at me as she proudly looked at her egg as I moved over it, rocking the egg slightly before settling down upon it.

“Ohh, dirty bird, I think we’ll get along just fine.” I said, messing my tail feathers slightly as I sat on the newly laid egg fluffing my chest feathers out just so, to keep the egg warm. She tore into the remains of dinner, and climbed onto me, slightly displacing me to the side as I extended a wing over her back and the new mama fell asleep upon me. I couldn’t blame her, it had been a long day, and for the next week, it would be more of the same.

I awoke to her getting ready for work, already missing her warmth as I turned the egg and re-settled upon it. She was a fairly organized person, for someone who intentionally shit the nest last night. She let me eat breakfast and relieve myself before resuming egg duty.

Enjoy getting knocked up again, the second egg is better than the first!” I grinned at her, causing her to get embarrassed before running over and giving me a peck on the cheek before running off. I hadn’t expected it, and so there was no comeback, before the door closed, leaving me and one egg.

The Phone buzzed, and I could see two rather familiar Cuckoos on the security camera. I buzzed them in, heart starting to pound in excitement. I grabbed a nearby cover, and draped it over the egg as I went to the door, opening it as the pair of gravid females met me at the door.

“Hello Little Brother” Sis greeted me, and I ran my beak down her helly, causing her to shiver.

Hello Damien, got a sibling for you, lucky bird.” My Mother from another mother greeted me.

“Welcome, both of you. I missed you both, not that I didn't enjoy your pics yesterday.” I said, resuming my nest duty, removing the cover, and settling down on the nest.

“Oh wow, that’s flannel, isn’t it?” Sis said.

I nodded “Yeah, patterned with fertility charms and the whole bit. Not that either of you need help with that.” I said teasingly.

Sis sweetly pecked me on the cheek “You know I love you, little bro. More than you know.” She said, her Mom walking over and giving me a peck on the other cheek.

“Wish my biological sons were as good a man as you are, Damien.: She said, and I felt moved in more than one way as she shouldered under me, scooting my ass over, as I caressed her head as she began to lay.

Cuckoos have a very short labor compared to other birds, and Sis and I both took a position on either side of her as she bore down, cuckoos also completely get off when laying. This was no exception.

“Fuck MEEEE!” and “YESSSS!” accompanied the laying, as Sis and I both comforted her. My tail felt Ma's expand as the egg passed, then contract before she moved off the egg, letting sis take her turn. Ma decided to turn to face sis’s ass, leaving me to comfort her, and an eye full of Ma’s Cuckoo ass to boot. Win-win.

Sis, didn’t bear down immediately. Sis was an odd sort, I knew she wanted to sit the eggs, if just for a bit. But Ma was impatient. “Come on, Lucy, wait too long and you won’t ovulate today.”

I smiled, giving her a caress. “You know I want more nieces and nephews to sit.” I said, gently kissing her, full of encouragement.

She sighed letting that moment of love sink in, before going into labor. “I’m so lucky to have you,sis” I said warmly into her ear,preening her head and neck feathers as she layed, completely getting off as much as her mother did. Ma on the other hand had her phone out. Videoing the whole thing from the rear perspective, including our interaction. It was proof of how much she loved me that she sent me the whole thing later. That’s real love.

Sis sat there, letting the egg harden fully before instinct took over and letting me back onto the nest proper. I got a face full of contracting cloaca to match her mother’s, two lovely donuts. “Damm, ya sexy, Sis, and Ma, still got it!” I said, feeling their residual warmth in their eggs flow through into my belly feathers.

“Don’t you forget it boy!” Ma said, grinning as I incubated her child.

“Pretty sexy yourself, Bro.” Sis said, turning around and giving me a nuzzle.

Thanks sis, see you both again tomorrow?

“Nah, your parents are nesting, son.” Ma said, and my disappointment must have shown.

Sis looked into my eye “You wanted 4 eggs, right?” I nodded.

“You can sit three of mine, right?” She said, backing off, and giving me a wink, my heart soaring.

“Of course!” I said, almost standing up in my excitement, causing the mother and daughter duo to laugh.

“Take care of my child, Damien.” Ma said, giving me a kiss.

“Your child, my sibling. Love you too, Ma.” I said as the three of us caressed, with sis reminding me “See you tomorrow” before the duo left, the soft thump of the automatic door closing behind them, and two extra lives under me the only tell of their passing.

Lunchtime passed, and of course Ma sent me Sis’s laying video along with sis’s getting laid video. So fucking hot seeing her spread like that, practically a face full from that angle as the egg passed. I hadn’t really looked at it, moving the eggs was muscle memory by now for me and the tiny lives so fragile at this age. So watching this was an introduction of sorts and the egg was truly a beauty, showcasing a Pagoda in Japanese style showcasing the pair of Waxwings in flight in between blooming cherry trees with incredible detail.

Long ago, parasitic nesters mimicked the appearance of other birds' eggs as a way to fool them into hatching their children, but now, they have become artists. I stared into the screen like watching a master painter present their magnum opus. And like every one of Sis’s eggs, hers had me flying towards the sun as her signature of sorts. That is how Sis told me how much she loved me. Though I ought to be used to it by now, I didn’t cry…much.