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A Scientific Demonstration

Doctor Ceylon was sitting at his desk rifling through papers as he heard a knock on his door. He looked up and blinked. "Come in." He said. He was in a rather typical office at OviCorp; there was a desk with various papers and books on it, walls lined with bookshelves, and even a nice potted plant in the corner to give it a homely feel. Nothing special, even though he was the lead researcher in the facility. He wore a nice suit with a black vest to cover the spots and stripes of his gryphon body.

The door creaked open and a young-looking bird popped his head in. He had a wide, green bill and his feathers were a brilliant orange. Ceylon could tell that he was a platypus, though his colors were unlike anything he'd ever seen before. "I'm lookin' for Dr Ceylon's office, the secretary said to come here." He was wearing an odd fishnet shirt and a tiny skirt that looked like it could have been a kilt. He was very feminine for a male.

Ceylon nodded gently. "I am Dr Ceylon. What can I help you with?" He folded his hands on his desk and stared intently at his guest.

"Actually, I'm here about that experiment you advertised, something about egg growth or something. You still looking for a position?"

The gryphon slowly looked up and down the platypus's lithe body before nodding approval. "I am indeed. You're the closest thing to a bird I've had apply so far, and avians accept the serum much easier than mammals. Your name?"

The platypus brushed his long feathers from his eyes and extended a paw. "Name's Pozzy, at your service."

"Pleased to meet your acquaintance, Pozzy." Ceylon said as he stood up, reaching over his desk to shake Pozzy's paw. "Now if you could have a seat, I'll get you to fill out some paperwork and if you qualify we can get to the demonstration within the hour."

Both sat down on either side of the desk. Ceylon started looking through his drawers as Pozzy crossed his legs and got comfortable. "So, uh, does that mean I got it?"

The gryphon looked up from the drawers. "It's been a month and a half, you're the first legitimate candidate I've got. If you can fill out the paperwork, like I said, we can get to the demonstration within the hour and I'll get you the compensation before you leave."

Pozzy let out a giggle. "Oh, compensation doesn't matter..."

"Excuse me?" Ceylon asked.

"Oh nothing, I'm just not worried about compensation, I don't need the money I just wanna...help."

Ceylon shrugged and continued to look through his drawers until he found the appropriate paperwork. He tossed it and a clipboard on his desk and offered Pozzy a pen. "You know how this works I imagine. Sign a disclaimer explaining you understand the procedure and how it works, OviCorp takes no responsibility, blah blah blah. Nothing special. We try the RaGE growth gel on you, we record it, scientists document its effects on a sentient being. Nothing special, you get compensation."

Pozzy nodded and flicked the long feathers out of his face again. His form was very thin, almost feminine, so Ceylon felt it would be close to the female form needed to properly incubate the eggs. Male bodies worked, too; that was the miracle of the gel and why it was such a big deal to the members of OviCorp. If this gel worked on sentient beings as well as it did in ferals, this would be a breakthrough and they'd probably make a few billion dollars off the patents. They had a lot riding on this formula, so they were willing to pay well for a volunteer. Pozzy was that volunteer.

"So, this seems simple enough." the platypus commented as he hastily jotted down his information in the form, the clipboard resting on his crossed leg. "Name, address, social security number, whatevs."

The gryphon nodded. "'Whatevs' indeed. Just tell me when you're done."

Pozzy scribbled his signature and handed the clipboard over to the doctor. "All done, pretty sure everything's there, lemme know if I'm missing anything and how I can fix it. But answer me this doctor, why can't you do it? You're half bird, same as me."

He took the paperwork and started reading it. "I have my reasons, it's best if I don't use the gel because of my body's reaction to it."

Pozzy looked a little startled. "Uh, it's not dangerous is it?"

"Quite the contrary." Ceylon scoffed, then continued before Pozzy could ask more. "Seems everything here is in order. Meet me down the hall to the left, there will be a waiting room. Feel free to wait, in that room." He raised a talon to show him what direction to go.

"Sure, no probs." He popped up and swung open the door, happy and enthusiastic as he practically skipped down the hallway. An odd behaviour for a soon-to-be test subject.

Ceylon once again shrugged off the bubbly nature of his volunteer and picked up his phone to call up the others so they could do the demonstration. "Meet me in an hour." He said to them before hanging up.

Out the door he walked and down the hall to the perfectly white room where Pozzy was waiting.

"Took you long enough." Pozzy joked, legs still crossed as he leaned back in the chair.

"I was like two minutes." Ceylon protested.

"Too long, let's get this party going!"

"Calm down a bit, lad. There are some preparations we have to do, first. Here, first take this." Ceylon reached into his pocket and took out a small bottle of pills. "You only need to take one, in ten minutes, you should....use the facilities. Once that's done and over with, you can have a shower and stuff. By the time all that's done, we'll be ready to continue."

Pozzy happily took the pill bottle and took out just one pill, swallowing it easily. Birds are good at swallowing things whole. "Anything else?"

"Not at the moment, no. Follow me and I'll lead you to our cleaning facilities." Ceylon walked away and Pozzy followed.

"So tell me more about the gel, is it slippery and gooey? Kind of like egg birthing agent?"

Ceylon nodded. "More or less, yes."

"Is it cold?"

"No, it will be warmed up for you. Don't worry too much." Ceylon used a keycard to open the door, they went down a hallway lined with windows that allowed the two of them to watch the others playing with chemicals and looking through microscopes.

"Pretty generic place, eh?"

"OviCorp is proud of its facilities, we take research very seriously." Ceylon commented.

"Yeah, but where are the explosions? Chemistry's supposed to be fun, you know? BOOM!" Pozzy jumped up and let out a buzzing quack as he said boom, to emphasize the explosion.

Ceylon blinked but continued to walk, head slowly shaking. "We deal with egg production and fertility, not rocket fuel."

"I know, sorry." Pozzy hung his head in mock shame, still following in behind Ceylon who was walking with a brisk pace. "So uh, nice facilities you got here."

"Thanks." Ceylon replied curtly before stepping up to a door. "In here is your cleaning facility, we will see you in about 45 minutes. Here is your buzzer for when you are ready. Two escorts will come get you and take you to the demonstration theatre. Just relax and try to have fun, okay?"

"Heh." Pozzy grinned. "I'm sure I will. Thanks old bird, I'll see you in 45." He took the buzzer and happily hopped into the cleaning facility, which looked shockingly like a normal bathroom except it was mostly white with chrome appliances. "Well this is boring." He muttered to himself. "I was kinda hoping for some costumed lackeys to gimme a sponge bath. Oh well."

He quickly disrobed, tossing his skirt and wire-mesh shirt off to the side, happily striding around naked in the cleaning facility. There was a toilet, a sink, a rather nice looking industrial power shower, and a stack of towels and robes. Inside the shower there was a bunch of bottles of shampoo and conditioner, as well as a set of three bars of soap. Turns out they really wanted him clean. He also saw that, on the opposite wall, there was a note telling him to take extra care in his nether regions. 'No problem' he thought to himself, as he always paid close attention to that area anyway.

He was about to imagine a cute pun or joke when he felt a deep rumbling in his belly. That was when it clicked in what that pill was for, and he quickly ran to the toilet and did his business.

After taking care of that, he happily returned to the shower and got in, taking extra special time to make sure the water was nice and steamy hot but not burning. Once totally soaked, he covered himself with suds and began to sing to himself in the deep, guttural quack of a platypus which sounded awfully similar to a duck and probably sounded horrible to anyone that didn't share those vocals.

Regardless, he enjoyed a full 30 minute shower, sure to use the shampoo and conditioner liberally as well as disinfecting his entire body, especially his nethers and rump. It was a gorgeous shower and he only wished he could enjoy that warmth and pressure at home as well. Maybe he'd have to come back every few days just to revel in the glorious warmth of those industrial showers.

He laughed to himself as he stepped out of the shower, a wave of steam emerging alongside him and rising to the pure-white roof. He took in a deep breath and reached for a towel to dry himself as best he could before putting on a bland, white, lab-issued terry cloth robe. Once dressed he happily pressed the buzzer and waited for the assistants.

It only took them about three minutes to show up. "Follow us." they informed him as one took his belongings and the other led him down another long series of halls until he reached an auditorium, still in the bathrobe. He emerged onto the stage and looked up to an auditorium that looked like it could fit at least 50 people. Not very many for an auditorium, but it was still a rather large room with an interesting contraption on the stage. It was a chair that looked like a dentist's chair, but with birthing stirrups for legs and a whole table of various tools strewn around in a pattern. In front of it was a basket with what appeared to be a soft down lining; very soft looking.

He wasn't nervous, but he was somewhat anxious. "Place isn't gonna be packed, is it?" He asked one of the assistants, but they didn't respond before Ceylon opened up the door at the other end of the stage.

"Come come, we'll get you prepared." He ushered Pozzy. "Don't be slow, we only have 15 minutes before people start to arrive."

Pozzy happily obliged, scooting across the stage and entering into the room with Ceylon. The assistant that had his possessions quickly brought them into the room and dropped them in a basket before hurriedly leaving. "They seem awfully skittish." Pozzy joked.

"They're just interns, always trying to impress us in the hopes that one day we'll hire them full time. They're just trying to be punctual." Ceylon explained as he stepped up to Pozzy. "We're about ready, are you prepared?"

The green and orange platypus looked around nervously, he didn't know what the doctor meant by 'prepared.' "Uh, I guess so?" he quacked.

"Are you clean?" Ceylon elaborated. "Inside and out?"

Pozzy nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! Clean as a whistle or something! Inside and out and all around." he did a little twirl to show off his body, the robe spinning with him and spreading out. "See?"

"Very well. Let's get you started." Ceylon pushed past Pozzy and went through the door back onto the stage. "Follow."

Pozzy felt a little displaced at the roughness of the gryphon, but he happily followed. He knew what was coming next, or at least thought he did.

Once they were in the middle of the stage, beside the chair, Ceylon instructed Pozzy to disrobe. The platypus blushed a bit at first but wasn't too hesitant to do so, he knew what would have to happen. Once he was undressed, Ceylon gave him an interesting piece of clothing that closely resembled a thong, with two strings on the backside rather than fabric. This basically covered up Pozzy's genitals but exposed his anus. There was a fleeting moment of apprehension, but he got over it fast and eagerly hopped up on the chair, resting his legs in the stirrups with the help of Ceylon.

"If you're gonna change your mind, now's the time to do it." the gryphon informed Pozzy.

"Nope, this is gonna be fun!" Pozzy giggled.

Ceylon was a little perplexed; it's not that the demonstration wouldn't be exciting, but it shouldn't be fun. Again, he shook the thoughts from his head and and looked back to Pozzy. "So, are you comfortable? Nothing unpleasant?"

The excited platypus wiggled his rump in the chair and let out a quack, his flat and wide tail gently slapping against the side of the chair and tickling at the rim of the basket below him. "Ready as ever!"

"Very well." Ceylon nodded as he clicked a button on a remote. Only a few seconds later the doors opened and a wave of people of various species and ages started pouring in. Avians, canines, felines, even a few dragons littered about the bunch, all in the same suit and vest setup that Dr Ceylon was wearing.

Pozzy stood by and watched as more and more people entered the room and took their seats, each getting a glorious view of the platypus's exposed rump. He didn't mind too much, these were all scientists or educators of some sort, he doubted they were judgemental of a medical procedure. No reason to be shy or embarrassed, he was helping to do science!

But the people didn't stop flowing in. Before long the auditorium's seating was almost full. By the time people stopped coming in and the doors closed behind them, there were only a few seats remaining empty.

Once the commotion of the audience looking for seats died down, Ceylon stepped forward, chest puffed out, to deliver his speech. "Ladies and gentlemen, doctors of all kingdoms of fauna, OviCorp is pleased to introduce you to the RaGE growth gel. As many of you know, egg production is down in the last few years not only amongst livestock but amongst our own numbers. Avians and reptiles have had difficulty producing viable offspring and OviCorp has developed a cure, a solution to our problems."

He continued on about the history of egg production, the effects of space travel on egg-bearing people, and how his solution was going to basically redefine what an egg could be. All the while, Pozzy was starting to drone out at the boring science slang, and he found himself kinda dozing off in the comfortable chair, legs in the stirrups and rump fully exposed to a room full of eager scientists. It wasn't until Ceylon placed a talon on Pozzy's knee that he snapped out of his daze.

"...Our subject here has taken one of these pills, which help not only to clean the subject out but also coat their gastrointestinal tract with a chemically altered mucous that is more accepting of the gel and implanted ovum." He continued as he showed the crowd the bottle of pills he'd given Pozzy earlier. "And now that the formula has taken the appropriate amount of time to gestate inside our test subject, we can move on with the demonstration."

Pozzy looked around, and it looked like even the crowd was beginning to nod off. In spite of his earlier enthusiasm, he found himself starting to get really bored at the experiment. As he looked around at the auditorium, he noticed a slew of no less than 5 cameras pointed directly at him. Most likely close-ups of his exposed hole.

"The Rapid Gastrointestinal Egg Growth Gel, shortened as RaGEgg (Rage-egg), once inserted with the combined fluids of the mucous and gel, will encourage the implanted ovum to adhere to any wall in the gastrointestinal tract, growing rapidly inside to produce a stable, normal-sized egg suitable for eating or fertilizing at your whim. The RaGEgg formula, if successful in sentient beings as it has been in feral test subjects, will effectively eliminate any issues in egg production by allowing any creature of any gender or species to grow and incubate eggs in their own body, effectively allowing anyone to lay a clutch or make dinner." He turned to Pozzy once again. "Are you ready for the demonstration?"

"Sure am doc!" He quacked. "Now get on with it!"

Doctor Ceylon nodded slowly and turned his back to the crowd, putting on a set of elbow-length surgical gloves, snapping the end as he wiggled his fingers. "The first step, of course, is to lubricate." He reached down into the cupboard and got out a pump-bottle of lubricant. He pumped a few beads into his palm as he knelt, looking up at Pozzy for visual confirmation.

The Platypus' eyes peeked over his green beak with an eagerness that was a little peculiar to Ceylon, but he saw it as all the confirmation he needed. He pressed his palm against Pozzy's rump, gently smearing the warm gel around his hole, rubbing one finger around the ring of flesh before poking at the hole to spread the lube a few inches inside.

Pozzy tensed up and squirmed a bit and curled his tail, letting out a quack as Ceylon moistened him up.

"Whoa boy, no need to get to too excited." Ceylon giggled as he patted the platypus on the rump. He turned back to the crowd, "Sometimes the subject can get a little into it, nothing wrong with that, this is science after all." He laughed. Once he was content with the lubrication, he reached over to the cabinet and searched until he grabbed hold of a small syringe with an interesting clear-ish fluid. Attached to it was a 12 inch pipette for deep placement.

Pozzy looked down with his beak gaped a little, a gentle, almost inaudible quack escaping. He knew that was the gel, and he knew what was inside it. His pucker tensed up with anticipation of the moment that pipette would press through into him and deposit that egg.

Ceylon turned back to the casual onlookers, holding up the syringe in one hand, as his other hand was slimy and slippery with lube. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this here is the RaGEgg serum. Inside it, a single ovum. I will insert it into the late gastrointestinal tract of our test subject, and in a few minutes we will have a full sized, edible egg. As long as you clean it off first." The crowd let out a collective chuckle.

He returned to the test subject and pressed the back of his talon on the moist, slippery, lubed up hole a few times before wrapping that same hand around the end of the pipette attached to the syringe. He kept a single finger covering the end of it as he pressed that same finger into Pozzy's backside. He could feel the platypus's body tense up and clench down on his finger, but didn't stop. He applied more and more pressure to the tender and surprisingly tactile flesh of the playtupus' pucker. The doctor could feel his own hand slowly push its way inside, the flesh pressing inward before slowly spreading open and wrapping around more and more of the gryphon's hand.

Pozzy's tail curled up and slapped against the base of the chair as he felt his tight hole stretching to accommodate Ceylon's talon, causing him a bit of distress to realize that the lube must have had a numbing effect. It should have hurt, but his rump was rather experienced at stretching under pressure. He felt a sudden wave of disappointment thinking he wouldn't be able to feel the entirety of the procedure, but his worry dissolved when he felt Ceylon's knuckles burst through and push into his depths, the distinct feeling of the pipette pressed in between the gryphon's wrist and the tight anal flesh that wrapped around it. He looked down to get a good look at the doctor, who had a look of intense concentration on his beak, but instead saw a forming bulge in the white thong that covered his genitals.

He tried to close his legs to hide his arousal, but the birthing stirrups kept them in place. He felt a warm wave of embarrassment wash over his face as he quacked and covered his eyes. Not being able to see them didn't mean he couldn't feel the rather large hand fiddling around inside him, twisting,pushing, and generally trying to find the right spot. With every inch of movement he felt his own girth grow and press against the inside of the thong. "Mrrrf!" he whimpered.

Ceylon glanced up and grinned an almost devilish grin before addressing the crowd again. "Okay, so now that I've placed the end of the pipette where I want it, just inside the Houston Valve, I will implant the ovum and the gel." He used his free hand to depress the plunger, shooting every last bit of the gel inside Pozzy's rump as though he was inseminating a mare.

There was a powerful wave of heated pleasure exploding from deep inside Pozzy's tailhole and shooting up his spine, causing his body to tense up and his toes to curl, the flesh of his pucker tensing up around the gryphons wrist in time with his own heart beat.

Once the entirety of the syringe's contents were emptied into the excited platypus, Ceylon wasted no time before slowly pulling his hand and the pipette out, the now loose and tender flesh twitching happily as Pozzy let out a series of shy, embarrassed quacks.

Ceylon turned back to the crowd and slowly peeled the glove off his talon before tossing it into the trash can. "Now that the serum and the ovum have been implanted inside the recipient, it's only a matter of time before the chemicals in the gel trick the egg into adhering to the walls of his gastrointestinal tract. Once the ovum has settled, it will absorb much of the chemicals implanted in the subject and within an hour it will be ready to lay, which our subject will do, depositing it into this basket here." He pointed to the basket laying below Pozzy's curling tail.

Only the first few rows of the crowd could see, but the platypus was still writhing in pleasure as his anus leaked a bit of lube and juices onto the padded basket that sat below him, the crotch bulge bulge still prominent underneath the protective fabric of the thong. He tried to cover the bulge with his hands but the touch only stimulated him more.

As he curled his toes and did all he could to not look as excited as he was, he felt the beginnings of the egg form inside him, pressing against his inner walls, begging to be pushed out. First it was a pleasant, full sensation that he loved so much, but as time went on and the crowd peered in for a better look at him, he felt something change. It was still pleasant, but the pressure of the egg inside him continued to grow until it started to feel a touch uncomfortable.

He reached down with one paw to press at his tender tailhole, reaching a single finger in to press against the egg that rest inside him. He noticed it didn't seem too big, so it was weird to him to feel the pressure still growing.

He let out a pained gasp as he pulled his paw from his rump, juices trailing from his finger to his hole. He could feel the egg coming, he knew it was only a matter of time before it burst out, but it was starting to get uncomfortable so he wanted it out NOW!

The platypus gripped at the sides of the chair, grunting and groaning as he tensed his body up to force the egg out, but nothing came. As he looked down with at his body, he could see his belly bulging with the form of what appeared to not be one monstrous egg but many normal-sized eggs.

The crowd gasped as some spectators stood to leave in disgust as the platypus faced the enjoyable complications of his egg-laying. Ceylon quickly turned and blinked, unsure of what to do. "Uhm, no worries ladies and gents. It just looks like there was a slight error in calculation and there seem to be a few too many ovum. No worries, we just need to let him pass the eggs one at a time. Look at the bright side, it looks like the formula works even faster than expected!" He reached over to lay a single talon on Pozzy's belly, trying to reassure the grunting platypus.

Pozzy, however, wasn't reassured. He wanted to lay these eggs and lay them before he burst! He could feel the orbs stretching out his insides and grinding against each other, making subtle vibrations that coursed through his body. He tensed up his tailhole to apply pressure to the lowest eggs, hoping to intensify the grinding sensation they made against one another. Meanwhile, the pleasure of being stuffed to the brim with a copious clutch of eggs had his cock stiffened to full firmness, pressing out against the lip of the thong that was meant to cover him; he could see the first inches of his glistening member smearing fluids all over his belly, though the crowd of scientists was unable to see.

As he gasped and clutched at the sides of the chair, tail curling and slapping against the side of the basket, he felt the first egg shift inside him and press against the inner ring of his moist and tender pucker, spreading the hole so the first bits of the cream-white orb could be seen but the thickest part couldn't breach the sphincter. He grunted and groaned, pushing as hard as he could but the egg wouldn't budge. Instead, he felt the other eggs piling up behind the first, stuck at the plug.

Ceylon turned to the crowd, slightly nervous. "Heh, uh, well ta-dah! We can see the formula works...that's the demonstration, thanks for coming!" he tried to convince them to leave, but most of the onlookers were mesmerized by the sight of a lithe, orange and green platypus with a bumpy-bulge of a belly tensing and grunting, trying to lay a clutch. No others wanted to leave.

Ceylon, ignoring the others, pressed his un-gloved talon against Pozzy's hole, rubbing in a circle to massage the tender sphincter, hoping to relax it enough to ease the eggs through. He had one talon on the platypus' belly, the other with two fingers rubbing in a circle around the circumference of the tight flesh that held the egg back from bursting forth into the basket.

Pozzy continued to grunt and groan, tensing his muscles up and trying to push the eggs out, but they persisted to grow inside him, stretching his belly a little furthur until it looked like he was pregnant. His own muscle control and force wasn't doing much, but with every expansion of his belly he felt the egg resting on the inside of his sphincter shift just a bit, the stretched flesh of his anus expanding bit by bit to allow just a bit of it through.

Like a burst lid, Pozzy felt that first egg slide past his tight sphincter and land with a splat in the padded basket beneath him, leaving his hole gaping and loose for only a moment before the next egg slid through his canal and replaced the first, resting just on the inside of his sphincter. He tried to look down over his belly to see how big that monster egg was, but every move of his shifted the eggs inside, creating another wave of grinding vibrations rocking through his body, causing his member to throb and twitch.

He tried to control himself, but he found his paw releasing the side of the chair to idly rub against the underside of his cock, coaxing just a little precum to muck up the fur on the underside of his bulging belly. With every stroke, he tensed up his hole to suck the eggs up inside him, grinding them against one another before the second egg slipped out and landed in Ceylon's hand, who gently put it down beside the other in the basket. He was relieved that the eggs were sliding out of him with ease now; he didn't want them to get stuck.

He tried to clench his hole shut, but there was a little gape as the next egg slipped through him to rest in the last segment of his tract, ready to be laid. Pozzy was enjoying the sensation of eggs clacking against one another and the vibrations that coursed through his body, and he couldn't take it anymore. Throwing caution and embarrassment to the wind, he pushed the thong downwards to wrap around his ballsack, exposing his genitals to the transfixed crowd, stroking his member happily as he grunted and pushed against the clutch inside him.

He wiggled his hips back and forth as Ceylon rubbed against his tender hole, massaging to urge another egg through. Pozzy's toes were curling up in ecstasy as each and every egg shuffled around inside him, his tail trying to curl upwards to offer the eggs a landing strip, but Ceylon kept pushing it aside.

He quacked in pleasure as he laid his head back and arched his back in pleasure, the shift in position opening up his bowels to let three more eggs slip through his moist, dripping hole. Ceylon managed to catch the first, but the second and third both dropped to the ground and landed safely in the basket below without cracking. They were still soft and the shells hadn't entirely hardened yet so they could handle the gentle fall.

More eggs shifted and tried to escape Pozzy's tender lips, but they'd shifted in such a way that no one egg was next in line to pass through. Two were directly beside one another vying for the same exit, and neither was making its way forth. Doctor Ceylon saw this issue and had to push two fingers past the pulsating ring of flesh to push one of the eggs back, giving the other freedom to slip through the stretched flesh, distending the sphincter for only a moment before sliding through and landing firmly in Ceylon's talon, a thick stream of birthing goo connecting the ring of pozzy's hole to the thick end of the egg.

"Show me..." Pozzy gasped in between bated breaths. He wanted to see the fruits of his labour in spite of the pleasure he was feeling. He wanted to know just how big these eggs were, and the first wave that had passed through him had already left his belly a little smaller than it was when this whole ordeal started.

Ceylon held the last egg up for Pozzy to see, resting it on his still-bulged belly. Pozzy was amazed at the size; they seemed to be at least 5 inches long and more than 3 inches thick at their widest point! Bigger than anything he'd passed before!

He rubbed at himself with renewed vigor at the thought of such large eggs coming from his tight hole. He could feel the beads of precum gumming up the fur around his hand, dripping down over his knuckles and moistening his balls. The taint and anus didn't need any more lubricant or fluid, his innards were producing more than enough of the natural birthing agents that females usually secreted when laying.

Each and every one of the onlookers was happily grinning and some were taking video as pozzy pleasured himself and Ceylon helped him lay each and every one of the eggs, occasionally reaching in to lubricate or loosen the ring of flesh that held them inside. Pozzy should have been embarrassed, but he loved every damn second of it and didn't want it to end. The sensation of those massive eggs passing through him and leaving his hole needy and gaping was the ultimate pleasure to him. He'd played with eggs, but never this big, and never laid so naturally.

With another powerful grunt, he clenched his diaphragm down and felt more of the eggs sliding through his loosening canals, each of them popping out one after another as they breached his sphincter and landed with a splat in the pile of eggs that had accumulated in the basket below him. As they passed through him with a rapid-fire burst, his anus getting a reaming from the inside, he felt his pleasure peak and he burst a load all over his lower belly, thick stream after stream of hot sticky cum gumming up his bellyfur as his hole tensed up in between eggs.

Over a dozen of the massive orbs had burst through and landed below. His belly was back to normal size again before he realized that his time was up and no more eggs were coming. He tried pushing as the last gobs of semen shot out of the end of his dick, but nothing came out of his backside other than another stream of thick birthing fluid.

Ceylon saw what was happening and pressed a talon against Pozzys belly, feeling two more eggs sloshing about inside. "Just two more." He reassured, holding up two fingers.

Pozzy moaned and nodded slowly, a gentle quack escaping his beak.

The gryphon wasted no time lubing up his forearm and the platypus's anal ring once again, pushing his hand up inside to feel around, talon sloshing back and forth as he went deeper. Once he found the first egg, he wrapped his palm around it and curled his fingers around the end and tugged, feeling the loose, sloppy flesh of Pozzy's innards easily making way for the girth of both the egg and the talon wrapped around it. It wasn't long before he was able to pull the whole thing out, the suction caused by the thickness sucking the final one out as well.

Both eggs landed in the basket with a wet plop, Pozzy's hole gaping open with trails of gooey slime oozing out, connecting his tender flesh to the pile of eggs and the gryphon's talon. Ceylon rubbed at the aching, gaping hole, sending waves of pleasure shooting up pozzy's spine, another loud quack echoing out through the auditorium. The few remaining onlookers began a round of applause, proud of the test subject for having overcome hardship to give them over a dozen well-sized eggs and a hell of a show.

Ceylon blushed a little as he turned, his fingers gummed up with the lubricant. "So, OviCorp....brings you the RaGEgg solution...clearly even more effective than we previously thought...." he did a hurried bow and motioned for the ushers to get the crowd moving out.

Meanwhile, Pozzy continued to tense up every few seconds, the ghosted impressions of the eggs tickling his now-empty insides. He could feel the emptiness and his gaping hole, but he loved every second of it and felt no shame about giving the audience a show.

Once the crowd had entirely dispersed, Ceylon knelt next to Pozzy, one hand rubbing at his tender hole and the other undoing the birthing stirrups that held his legs in place. He winked at the platypus as he whispered, "Now you see why I can't use the formula on myself...turns out I have the same issue you do. I enjoy it...just a little...too much." He finished undoing the straps and backed off, getting a good look at the used, worn, tired platypus.

Pozzy was breathless, his climax was finally dying down. He tried to talk, but instead sighed a gentle quack, hand still on his now-flaccid member, the other still tightly gripping his thigh. His feet were free from the stirrups but he didn't want to move them; he loved the cool air tickling his tender rump, he loved the feeling of being exposed like this.

"So, looks like the RaGEgg gell is even better than I expected." Ceylon mused.

Pozzy nodded. "All I want...is a lifetime supply of the stuff in payment...pretend it's a settlement for fucking up the demonstration....sound fair?" he heaved.

Ceylon nodded. "More than fair. Now let's get you cleaned up and on your way with your compensation, shall we?"