Gallus, part 2
Part two, with more clucking good hijinks.
Story (C) me.
Gallus, part 2
by Chickenboy
The canisters of the Gallus Compound were loaded onto the transport truck, the driver making his way out of the facility and onto the road. He drove through the night, sticking to the planned back route the company had designed. They wanted to be sure that as little attention as possible was drawn to the shipment of this product, since many companies had their eyes on BioGen's research. The truck wound along country roads on its long journey from the testing facility to the main chemical plant. It wasn't until the driver was a few hours away from any main roads that the storm hit. Visibility was taken way down, and as a stray dog ran across the road, the driver swerved and nearly plunged his truck into a ditch. While able to avoid an all out crash, he didn't notice the canister which had flown off the truck and into the small stream a few feet away. The container bobbed in the water, the swift current banging it against rocks and cracking the exterior. After a time, it came to rest hidden among some reeds in a small pond near a farm house.
Lisa woke up bright and early as always. Quickly throwing on some clothes, she went about her daily chores of feeding the animals and cleaning the house. As she worked, however, she caught sight of something strange. Most of her chickens were gathered around the pond, practically shoving each other out of the way to drink the water. When Lisa went to investigate, she noticed a peculiar smell in the air. It at first made her brain fire for a few seconds but quickly passed. Looking at the pond, she couldn't figure out why the birds were so interested in the water. Dipping her hand in, she felt a bit of a numb sensation creep up her arm. Removing her hand, she just kneeled down and peered into the pool, noticing the smell getting stronger.
Turning her head a bit, she saw one of her hens lapping up a fluid seeping out of another one. The rear vent of many of the female chickens dripped some sort of clear, viscous fluids. When the chickens weren't drinking from the pond, they were busy ingesting the fluids dripping out of each other. As she watched them, Lisa felt her synapses firing from the scent that continued to get stronger. Glancing around, Lisa saw that while it was mostly the hens drinking the water, it was the three roosters that were drinking the fluids the hens excreted. As she watched them, she felt more and more aroused for some reason.
After several minutes, Lisa's breathing was in slow deep breaths as she stayed low to the ground, taking in as much of the delicious fragrance as she could. She sunk lower and lower until she was reclining on the ground. Out of curiosity, as one of the hens passed by Lisa and she leaned forward inhaling deeply. As soon as the scent penetrated her nose, Lisa nearly passed out. Gasping for air, she arched her back and instinctively reached her hands down and undoing her pants and shirts. Practically tearing her clothes off, Lisa began writhing naked on the grass as she massaged her breasts. As the first high began to wear off, Lisa panted as sweat covered her whole body. As another hen passed her by Lisa once again drew close and took a deep breath of the aromatic fluid the chickens were producing. This time, however, she felt an eruption of wetness from her groin. She quickly moved her hand downward and massaged her mound as she smelled another hen that passed her face.
Each time she inhaled the pheromones from the chickens, she grew more and more aroused. As the next hen passed, Lisa took it in her hands and held it to her face, running her tongue along the wet opening of the bird's cloaca. The taste made her nerves sizzle and caused her to crave more. She slurped as much of the flavorful liquid out of the chicken as she could before setting it down and moving on to the next one. Lisa proceeded to lick clean the openings of all the female birds present, orgasming many more times before passing out on the grass.
Lisa awoke several hours later as the sun was sinking low on the horizon. She still felt incredibly horny and felt her mound still swollen between her legs. Looking around, she saw most of the chicken clustered around the coup, starting to bed down for the night. She noticed the roosters still pecking at the hens' rears as they drank the fluids. Lisa did notice, however, that the male chickens looked significantly larger than they had a few hours before, now standing more than two feet tall. While curious at first, this was quickly pushed to the back of her mind as the familiar scent produced by the hens. Feeling her arousal rising again, an idea crossed her mind.
Not caring particularly about the roosters, Lisa quickly herded the hens into the coup and entered along with them. Leaving the roosters outside, she shut the door behind her and made a bed out of a pile of straw at the far end of the room. Reclining there, she picked up the first hen and suckled at its vent, savoring the sweet fluids as they dripped across her tongue and down her throat. Taking her time, she cycled through one hen after another. By the time she had finished off the last of the birds, the first of the bunch was one again seeping the delicious nectar. The whole night was spent with Lisa drinking from the hens, catching a brief interval of sleep, and masturbating herself into a haze.
Lisa woke in the morning when a beam of sunlight hit her face. As she stretched, Lisa felt something different. Looking down at her lower body, she saw her legs had reshaped, taking on the familiar shape and plumage of a hen's. The white feathers extended a short distance above her waist, her hips were noticeably wider, and she had a short feathery tail. Above the feathers her body was normal. As she stood Lisa noticed she was leaning forward a bit, and walked with a definite waddle as she took a few steps. She also felt a warm wetness between her legs. Reaching down and wetting her fingers, she brought it to her face, smelling it then sticking it in her mouth. She was amazed to discover she was producing the same intoxicating liquid the hens were.
Feeling lightheaded, she rushed to the door to get some air, throwing it open and letting her eyes adjust. What she saw made her mouth fall open. The two roosters had changed, still resembling regular roosters, but now as tall as she was. One was standing, making a series of low clucks and moans as the second sat on the ground and ran its beak and tongue along the second's rear exit. The sight was strange yet arousing, and Lisa's hand crept down to begin massaging her nethers. As the two giant birds went at it, Lisa was letting out a series of low moaning clucks. The sitting rooster continued to pleasure the other's cloaca until with a loud crow, the second rooster threw his head up as he orgasmed, splattering white fluids across the other's face.
A split second after the rooster did, Lisa came in a powerful orgasm, letting out a loud series of clucks. The two roosters turned their attentions toward the female, slowly walking towards her. As Lisa came down from her high, she gently stroked their heads, wiping some of the semen off the face of the first, licking her hand clean and savoring the taste. Lisa could sense the males' immense sexual desire, smelling on the air and tasting it in the seed. Her mind was flooded with smutty, needful thoughts about how she would use and be used by these hot rooster studs. Turning, Lisa begins to slowly walk back towards her house, flaunting her tail in the air to entice the birds to follow. Not needing much invitation, the roosters eagerly followed their new female, their cloacas already swelling with need to release themselves into their mate.
The three entered the house and immediately set to work. All day and well into the evening the air was filled with the thick, musky, pheromone loaded scent while loud clucks, moans and crows echoed across the farm. The three chicken creatures were so caught up in their mating that none of them noticed the hens. Emerging from the coup, some went about pleasuring their dripping sexes, others going back to the pond to drink more of the wonderful water, while one slowly wandered off, heading slowly but surely away from the farm and towards the road.