Gallus, part 4
The last one.
Story (C) me.
Gallus, part 4
by Chickenboy
The truck driver unloaded the cargo of eggs at several markets, people quickly buying up the daily supply of fresh produce. Martha, a woman in her late thirties, picked up one carton of said eggs and proceeded to pay for her groceries before heading home. Arriving at her house, she quickly set to work making a late breakfast. She finished frying the eggs when her daughter, a spunky teenager and constant late sleeper called Kelly, stumbled out of her room. She sat down as her mother handed her a plate. The two ate quietly and quickly, Kelly hurrying to finish and get ready for her day. While Kelly was getting ready to go out Martha began to feel light headed. As her daughter left the house, Martha retired to her room. Feeling dizzy and increasingly warm, Martha shut the shades and turned out the lights as she stripped off her clothes to relieve the heat. Lying down on her bed the naked woman writhed in her bed as her body began to be encompassed by new and strange sensations.
Kelly, meanwhile, was enjoying a day out with her friends. Staying out till late afternoon, she eventually returned home when she too began to feel dizzy. And what she found strange, was she kept having strange thoughts about things like naked bodies, chickens and eggs. As she walked home these thoughts got stronger and stronger and she began to get a pins and needles sensation all over. By the time she reached her house the feelings had concentrated between her legs and the teen's mind raced with dirty thoughts. Walking to her room she noticed her mother's door was shut, possibly her taking one of her naps. Kelly made a beeline for her room, shutting the door and stripping her pants and panties off. She leaned against the wall and began to gently rub between her legs, her mind racing with more of the exciting and exotic thoughts. She did this, softly moaning to herself, until a particular thought made her grin with anticipation.
Not bothering with her pants, she quietly hurried to the kitchen and snatched the now half-full carton of eggs out before heading back to her room. Casting off her shirt and lying on her bed, pulling out the first egg, Kelly began rubbing the cool object against her exposed cunny. The sensations sent her mind spinning and she couldn't wait anymore. Turning the narrower end up, she gently began to insert it into her vagina. With a slow, steady pushing Kelly forced the object up until her vaginal lips closed around it. The egg was pulled upwards along her passage until it hit her cervix. With a wave of pleasure she felt herself dilate and the foreign mass enter her womb. The feelings of her uterus muscles clenching around the egg was incredible. She felt close to exploding when the pressure inside her changed. The shape of the egg seemed to collapse and a strange oozing sensation filled her uterus, making sensations shoot through her. Desiring more, Kelly snatched the next egg and proceeded to do the same thing she had just done. When the second egg followed suite, entering her womb, cracking under her muscles and spreading its erotic contents, the girl continued with the third then the forth and continued until all six eggs had vanished into her body and made her vagina leak with the mixed ooze of white, yoke and vaginal lube. Her body was tingling all over, her head swimming with erotic sensations. Kelly writhed in her bed for several minutes before she finally passed out into a sound sleep.
Kelly woke up sometime later when she began hearing sounds like low clucks through the walls. Curious, she rolled out of bed and exited her room, still with only her shirt on. She felt strange, heavier in the front with something soft rubbing in her crotch. Reaching down, something soft between her legs caught her attention. She entered the bathroom, flipping on the light and letting her eyes adjust. She should have been more surprised by what she saw in the mirror, but surprisingly she wasn't. Her lower stomach was slightly distended, her chest too seemed a bit larger. But what was most different was that her groin area was covered in soft white feathers.
Kelly ran her fingers through her new feathers, quickly locating her opening. Feeling the spikes of pleasure when she graved over it, Kelly began to repeatedly stroke herself, then moving on to push her fingers into herself. She was so aroused just from her own reflection that she continued to build pleasure in her nethers. Her attention was drawn away by another clucking sound. Removing her hand from her damp crotch, Kelly mad her way to her mother's door.
Opening the door slightly she was met with a strange musky aroma that made her head spin. Opening it a little more, she saw her mother's figure lying on the bed, back towards her and completely naked. Kelly felt nervous, but the clucking sounds and delicious smell drew her inward. She quietly entered the bedroom and shut the door to block out the remaining light. As her eyes adjusted the girl crept over to the bed. As Kelly got close, Martha rolled over and revealed her full self.
Martha's feet had changed, becoming digitigrade and covered in scaly avian skin. The rest of her body was still the smooth pink form it had been, say a bit rounder in figure and her breasts becoming significantly larger. Not a bit of hair or feathers were on her body, but it was her mother's face that drew the most attention from her daughter. Martha's face was adorned by a beak and red colored fleshy growths on either side of her mouth and along the middle of her now flatter shaped head. In short, Martha's features had changed to those of a chicken. Kelly gasped, causing her mother's eyes to bolt open.
The two locked eyes as Martha slowly sat up, letting out a few more soft clucks and coos. Kelly was fascinated at the site until she felt some strange churning sensations from her lower abdomen. Grabbing her stomach, Kelly nearly doubled over. Martha took the opportunity and wrapped her arms around her daughter, gently pulling her onto the bed. Kelly now sat squished against her mom's voluptuous breasts as the sensations inside her continued to increase. As she sat there, Martha continued to try and position her daughter's face right above one of her large nipples. Kelly darted her eyes up to Martha's face and back to the breast a few times before getting the message. She wrapped her arms around her mother's waist and her lips over the nipple, beginning to gently suck. Kelly was rewarded by a stream of sweet milk that flowed over her tongue and down her throat. As she drank the delicious milk Kelly felt the strange churnings subside within her.
Martha held onto her daughter as she leaned back down, letting the girl rest on top of her as she lay on the bed. Kelly continued to nurse, Martha's voluptuous breasts providing a ceaseless stream of nourishment. The night passed with Kelly in a half- awake state, switching back and forth between breasts as her mother held her and gently caressed every part of her body. As the sun began to rise the next morning Kelly rolled off her mother when she had a strange muscle spasm, noticing something strange. Kelly ran a hand over her now distended lower belly, feeling a solid mass inside her. Another spasm hit Kelly's groin, making her yelp in pain. Kelly stiffly got up, Martha looking on questioning, and made her way the short distance to the bathroom. Kelly climbed into the tub and spread her legs as wide as she could, feeling a pressure begin moving down her birth canal.
Kelly huffed and strained as the pressure subtly but rapidly increased. As she sat in the tub, she was a bit surprised when Martha climbed into it with her, Sitting at the opposite end of the tub and looking directly at her daughter. After a few more seconds a wash of fluids erupted from the girl. The subtle pains made Kelly begin to well up, to which her mother leaned forward and started to gently rub her swollen belly as her beak and her daughter's mouth met in a kiss. Kelly forgot the pain and swelling sensations as the pleasurable sensations of making out with the chicken woman overcame her. Martha's hand rubbed gently over her daughter's belly, gently moving downwards until she was gently caressing her swollen slit. Kelly moaned into Martha's beak as the chicken woman began inserting her fingers into the girl.
Martha's fingers only entered a short distance into the dilated opening before running into something solid that pressed back against her. Martha used her fingers to gently tease the girl's sex, coaxing the object further along its track while the rest of her hand caressed the sensitive feather covered flesh of Kelly's groin. Kelly huffed and gasped as whatever was emerging began to struggle, as if longing to get out into the world. The teenager was driven mad with sensation, Martha trying her best to comfort her and hold her steady through the difficult birth. Slowly at first, a head began to emerge from her passage, one that was in no way human.
Kelly huffed, gasping for breath as she felt herself stretched impossibly wide, the movement of the animal she was delivering only continued to energetically struggle against her walls. With one final, great muscle spasm, she felt the mass get expelled from her body accompanied by a gush of fluids. At first the girl could do nothing but breath, her sweat covered head resting on her mother's bosom. She heard the faint clack of something walking on the bathtub floor. Turning her head and slowly opening her eyes, Kelly was shocked to see what she had given birth to. Standing there, looking up at her, was a rooster. Not an egg or even an oversized chick, but a fully formed and fledged rooster, fluids still coating its colorful feathers. For the briefest moment, Kelly felt a hint of shock and disgust, but it was quickly overwhelmed with pride, a sense of accomplishment and, above all, love. A smile spread across her tired face as the bird climbed into her waiting arms, instinctively knowing its mother. Martha, her expression as joyous as could be expressed on her beaked face, was likewise overwhelmed by happiness, looking down at her daughter cradling her new grandchild. Standing and helping Kelly to her feet, the chicken-woman aided the girl back to the nest on the beds, tucking the three of them in, the new family falling asleep in a shared, loving embrace, unawares of the other changes caused by the tainted eggs.