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The Cocky Alchemist

by Chickenboy for Demon-Man

Arthur sat back from his desk, smugly grinning in contentment as he looked over the last revision of his notes. He was an alchemist, a greatly skilled one most would agree, but a truly visionary one according to himself. He had crafted his fair share of potions, elixirs and charms under the guise of helping clients, but he also had his hand in some rather innovative, if perhaps unwarranted transformations. While most other alchemists worked to craft creatures of pure sexual nature such as phallic monsters, amalgams of breasts or other such manifestations which were not as uncommon as sight as some might think, Arthur held himself to a different standard, walked a different path that drew inspiration from the creatures that inhabited the world around him. Through one means or another, he would draw the qualities of whatever animals he chose into his concoctions, infusing it with the distilled demon essence that was the most powerful thing is his mystical toolbox. Known colloquially as D-cum, a name he thought almost insulting to such a potent and powerful thing, it had the power to twist bodies and sculpt flesh into wild and outlandish designs.

His subjects, or victims rather, had always come out of their ordeals with new, alien, bestial bodies, eager to indulge in all the carnal pleasures such forms provided them. As a boy, his first experiment was on a young woman, a beautiful brunette with piercing eyes who, by the end, sported an elegant equine member, her breasts each remolded into plump, four teat udders, all capped off with her head replaced with the visage of a goat. Another early attempt was a man which he transformed into a wolftaur, adorned with a phallus between his rear legs at least three times the normal size, as well as additional duel members between his forelimbs and several pairs of breasts on both torsos. He felt especially proud of a later case where he had given a woman many subtle traits so as to still appear normal in public, such as, among other things, a dolphin's penis as her tongue. Each experiment had given Arthur new insight and experience, letting him refine his methods and techniques. And now he was ready to study and observe his latest endeavor.

Turning his head, the alchemist caught sight of the large glass jar sitting on his chemical shelf, filled with many dozens of eggs submerged in a viscous, semi-translucent fluid, the precious D-cum. They had soaked in the liquid for several days, infusing it with a little bit of their own character. Arthur had made use of it already, slipping a few drops of the brew into the tea of the woman he had eyed out to be his latest test subject. Such a small dose was not quite enough to bring about the change, but it did loosen her inhibitions and made her both mentally and physically more susceptible to the inevitable metamorphoses he would administer.

She was a young woman, and rather attractive even to the typically detached alchemist, her olive complexion, dark hair and deep, brown eyes had caught his interest from the first glance of her on the street. But the attraction had ended their, as Arthur would never fool himself in letting his own feelings get between him and his work, and went through the motions as he had done with every other victim. Even her name, Stacy it was, held no interest to him, being barely worth remembering. It was a dance he had done so many times, feigning friendship, camaraderie and attraction, wooing the trust of those he intended to experiment on. He was like a stalking cat, toying with its prey before he delivered the fatal blow.

He delighted in watching them writhe in the mix of pleasure and pain as the bestial seeds he planted in their flesh burst forth. To be sure there were many people in the Empire who would willingly have given over their flesh and souls to be made into things that were more (or less) than human, but the clever alchemist always reveled in the feeling that he was giving the diluted fools what they secretly truly desired. It was the one chink in the armor of his cold, calculating persona, but he felt his ego was far from undeserved given his accomplishments.

Pushing back from his desk, Arthur stood and strode to the nearest laboratory bench, donning his white coat and surgical mask, and replacing a few pieces of equipment. Any but an alchemist might find such a setup odd for one meddling with mystical substances, but any practitioner worth his salt knew that while such forces and materials held great power and were often unpredictable and misunderstood, to some extent they did seem to follow certain rules and were subject to levels of control, and therefore be treated with the diligence and care of any chemist. Slipping on a set of rubber gloves and picking up the heavy jar, Arthur walked down the corridor to the lab, careful not to spill a drop, knowing full well that as an alchemist he ran the risk of succumbing to the same substances he gave his transformees.

Entering the test room, he found the woman lying on the bed, her sheets and naked body drenched with sweat and sexual fluids. The air was warm and filled with the scent of her self-pleasuring rut. When Arthur had led Stacy back to his residence, she was beginning to be overcome by the effects of the diluted essence, her perception slipping away, her emotions becoming unbalanced. As he left her the previous evening, she was already giving into the waves of lust sweeping through her body. All the better, he thought, as a sexual high only helped to accelerate the change.

With a sigh Arthur set the jar down and pulled out a small glass beaker. Carefully dipping it into the jar, retrieving a small amount of the fluid, he turned and walked back over to the bed, scrutinizing her lithe, graceful body one last time, not so much for his own enjoyment but for a last reference before the changes began. He especially noticed her face, clenched in the constant, agonized expression of sexual need that would not abate. With a grin, Arthur tipped the beaker over her lips, letting a few tentative drops fall into her mouth. The woman's eyes fluttered slightly open, her head turning to let the liquid more easily pour into her maw.

Stacy was lost in the haze of her own ecstasy, her mind mostly overwhelmed by the flood of pleasure and want, the erotic thoughts coursing through her head driving her ever deeper into delirium. She had lost all sense of time or place, and even how thirsty she was. The cool liquid felt nice in her dry mouth, and she slowly swallowed, letting the odd tasting but refreshing drink flow down her throat. A pleasant tingling sensation began to spread from her mouth and stomach, extending into every corner of her body with each beat of her heart. The soothing elixir also helped awaken her mind, letting her focus on how nice it felt and making her want more of it. Arthur saw how reluctantly she detached her lips from the beaker, and how longing her half dazed eyes seeming to wordlessly ask for what he fully intended to give.

Retrieving a larger dose of the liquid, the alchemist gave the potion to his patient, this time letting her weakly take the container and quickly gulp it down. Each swallow seemed to put more energy back into Stacy's drained body, and by the time she had drained the glass container again, she raised herself up slightly and tried to ask again for more, but managing only a few muffled whispers. Arthur was all too willing to oblige her, turning to bring more of his elixir to the thirsty woman on the bed. As he began to dip the vessel back into the reservoir, though, he was startled by a sudden scream form behind him.

Turning, Arthur saw the woman thrashing wildly, a flood of fluids flowing from her crotch. She rolled off the bed, collapsing onto the floor as the orgasm seemed to continue racking her body. The alchemist knew that the demon essence had taken hold and had begun to work its magic. This was always the stage that was most unpredictable, as no matter how he crafted it, the nature of the D-cum always worked in unpredictable and surprising ways, and Arthur was always eager to see what directions the changes would take.

Stacy rolled over and tried to stand, but only fell to her knees and doubled over, her hair obscuring her face. She shuddered, and after a few moments she raised up her head. Staring back at the alchemist was the face of a chicken, the prominent beak, bright orange-brow eyes and the flattened head shape obscuring any former traces of her human identity, and even as Arthur looked on, a deep red, fleshy wattle grew in on each side of her beak, hanging down to near the base of her neck, and a similar growth grew out of the top of her head, parting her hair and forming a large, prominent cock's comb. The chicken's, or more specifically the rooster's, face looked puzzled, turning its gaze from side to side before settling onto the full container of translucent liquid the human was holding. Arthur held it out and Stacy grabbed it greedily, tilting it back and guzzling it down, a great deal of it spilling from her beak down her front.

Arthur watched as, while Stacy drank, the wattle seemed to swell and puff out, two solid looking, round masses forming at its base that grew to the size of plums. Arthur didn't even have to guess, not only because of their obvious appearance, but as Stacy quickly finished drinking the concoction, the prominent member that her tongue had become sprang into view as she gasped for breath. The alchemist grinned under his mask, seeing the male equipment so well integrated with her new animal traits.

Stacy could tell something was off, and as her hands brushed against the crimson, fleshy growth, feeling the round objects held within. As she did, though, a bolt of pure pleasure ran through her and her eyes rolled back in delight. In her gaping mouth, the still very human-looking phallus was large enough erect to be barely able to be contained by her beak, and it lolled almost lazily to one side. More daring, she gently but firmly caressed the large, wattle-sac hanging from her chin, cringing as she fondled and teased the balls held within. The cock-tongue grew more erect, standing proudly inside her beak as stream of pre began to ooze from the tip.

As the changing woman toyed with her new sexual attributes, small goosebumps appeared across her face and neck, growing in size until dark reddish-brown feathers began to sprout, soon becoming perfectly formed plumage covering her head and face, moving slowly downwards to enrobe her neck. Stacy, however, barely noticed these changes as the new sexual feelings flooded her already addlepated brain.

Keeping one hand occupied massaging the sizable orbs hanging from her face in the deep crimson scrotum, Stacy moved her other hand up and gently ran her fingers along the length of her reshaped tongue, shivers of excitement shooting through her body, drawing out a strange moaning cluck sound. The woman had never experienced anything so exhilarating and erotic in her life. Any hints of doubt or concern she might have felt just faded away as she gave herself fully over to the power now working its will on her. She wrapped her hand fully around the shaft, hinging her beak open as wide as she could. Slowly at first, Stacy drew her hand up and down its moist, slickened length. Her ministrations seemed to set every nerve in her body on fire, and only seemed to accelerate the other changes.

Her feminine assets were, at the same time, swelling out slowly but steadily. The pleasant tingling of their growth was not enough for her to take notice, as caught up with her male parts as she was, but the feelings did add to the ever mounting background noise that was the pleasurable sensations sweeping the rest of her being. With each shudder her clit and vaginal lips seemed to swell and pucker up more and more, at a slow, but steady and increasing rate.

Arthur knelt down to get a better look at the shifting genitals, noticing how her mound was actually beginning to protrude out from the rest of her body, and tilting his head, saw on the skin behind her folds two round lumps slowly growing larger, as if sinking out from inside her body. As the minutes passed and Stacy continued to play with the cock and balls that were part of her avian face, she paid no heed to the other changes and the dwindling loss of her femininity. Her fem-slit continued to swell and stretch, and soon lost almost all traces of what it had once been. The swelling mound expanded into a rod, lengthening ever further. As the flesh at the very end began to swell into the familiar mushroom shape, there would be no mistaking what it was. At the same time, the growths behind the lengthening cock sagged down as the skin grew looser around them, and soon Stacy was no longer a woman, but sported a proud, erect and rather impressive set of male organs, the cock standing out roughly eight inches, and the testicles at least as big around as golf balls. As they finished their growth, clear pre began to ooze from the tip as Stacy felt the new waves of pleasure course through her, or rather 'his', body. The member twitched in the warm air, the pleasant tingling sensation spreading out from it to consume her form and spur on the changes.

With the new anatomy now fully formed, the changes seemed to spread at an even faster rate, Stacy's body stretching and contorting, the feathers moving down to cover bare skin. Under his surgical mask the alchemist had a pleased, if malicious expression, his own member stirring inside his pants as he watched the spectacle unfold. Arthur loved to observe his creations come to life, taking over the bodies of his victims. There could have been dozens of people lining up to be changed, but he took such pleasure in finding those unwitting and devising ways to force the transformations upon them. He was in many ways a sadistic man, not wanting to cause pain or fear per say, but to strip people of their humanity, to make them give into the primal urges and abandon their bodies to the flesh shaping power of the D-cum and his own skills. Seeing the woman on the floor in a haze of lust, causing her own changes accelerate ever quicker, was the greatest turn on he could imagine, knowing he had all the power over her and that he had granted her the new, animalistic form.

Stacy took no notice of the world around him, caught up in pleasuring himself. His mind began to slip away, the elixir doing its work to lay bare everything and leave only the creature remaining. Stacy found it harder and harder to keep his hands near enough to his face to stroke his cock-tongue and fondle the sensitive wattle and balls hanging from his beak. Indeed, unnoticed by the changing human, his arms had grown shorter, stretched into a new configuration, and the hands themselves were losing definition as the middle finger grew longer and the others digits seemed to shrink and melt away.

As the feathers flowed down to cover shoulders and chest, Stacy's torso bent and barreled out, giving the appearance of an avian body. Even with his new masculine nature, his breasts grew larger, swelling to an extremely generous triple-d cup at least. The still feminine orbs were soon covered, though, by the billowing reddish brown plumage creeping steadily down his form.

Losing balance, Stacy shifted his weight from side to side as he tried to stand, his legs reforming as well. His hips stretched wide to match his torso, and a small, nubby tail pushed out from the base of the spine. Thighs bulked up, even as his lower legs, ankles and feet stretched and thinned out. He stood on the balls of his feet in a digitigrade stance, toes lengthening into spindly, bony shapes. The littlest toes on each foot were absorbed, leaving only four digits behind. Of these, one toe on both was pulled around to point backwards as the other three settled into the new configuration. Small black nails grew in from the ends of each, and a set of prominent spurs pushed out of the skin near the first ankle joint. All across them, up to just above the ankles, the skin turned gray and scaly, fading into goosebumps that welled up above the ankles, gradually covering the rest of his body.

As the feet and wings finished reshaping, the creature that once was Stacy looked essentially like a giant plucked chicken. Among the few but very prominent differences were, of course, the cock in his beak, still erect and begging to be pleasured, the swollen wattle that doubled as a scrotum, the very large, rounded breasts, seeming even larger now as they were covered by feathers, and most of all the male rod and package between the avian legs. Arthur looked on in amusement and cold scientific intrigue, mentally noting each part of the change. The feathers rapidly pushed from the goosebumps, covering the rest of the body in the reddish brown plumage, with longer, black-tipped feathers growing in along the wings, and long, curving, black feathers forming the tail. The changes ceased, leaving the red rooster gasping for breath. With a loud cluck the clenched eyes opened, lacking any trace of humanity in its orange-brown gaze, it was like the creature was seeing the world for the first time.

The rooster turned its head from side to side, eyeing out the room it stood in. He took in the sights, having some vague memories of what he had once been and what had transpired, but none of that was important. What mattered to him was the feeling of pleasure he felt from his groin, his mouth and his swollen chest, and the still ever present need. Taking a few tentative steps, the rooster creature saw the human dressed in strange white garments, and behind it on the table, a large glass jar, filled nearly full with translucent liquid and dozens of white ovoids floating in it.

Focusing on the container, the creature could remember the human taking liquid from it, letting him drink the delicious substance. He could remember how good it tasted and how pleasant it was to let the feelings wash over him. His cock tongue, having lost some rigidity, came back to full arousal with thoughts of the intoxicating concoction, and he could think of nothing else but the want to taste it again.

With a jump and flap of its wings the rooster turned and sprang forward, catching the alchemist completely off guard. He stumbled back, tripping and feeling a searing pain as his head hit the table leg. His mind reeled from the blow, the room spinning around him. Trying to recover his senses, Arthur attempted to roll and push to his feet, but the next thing he knew, a definite weight had landed on his chest.

As his blurry vision cleared and the world ceased spinning, he saw the hard glistening tip of the creature's penis shoved nearly in his face, drops of pre dipping onto his lab coat. Arthur was surprised and a bit concerned. Sometimes the effects of D-cum were not limited to the initial user, and there could be some lingering transformative effects that are transmitted into the victim and thence into their own fluids. He was glad his coat protected him, but nevertheless, Arthur felt the sudden fear grip him and the desire to get away, of disposing of the tainted garment and making sure he was thoroughly cleansed. The alchemist, for all his enjoyment of the substance and what it could do, still had a great apprehension of it, not wanting to suffer the same fate as those he changed and become a mindless, sex-driven beast for the rest of his life. He was too skilled and clever for that, and his work was too important. Arthur had to get away, and get the creature restrained.

Looking up, he saw the rooster standing on him, one foot on his chest the other on his shoulder, using him as a step stool to better reach for the jar. The animal scrambled and strained, unable to quite reach the jar due to its new body size and stance. Using its wings and head as best it could, the rooster slid the jar towards the edge, craning its neck to try and angle its head inside and taste the contents. The jar now sat almost dangerously precarious, the tip of the creature's beak clamping around the lip, tilting it forward when Arthur grabbed at the leg on his chest and tried to dislodge the bird from its perch.

With a loud squawk of protest, the rooster stumbled sideways, losing its hold on the jar. Looking up, Arthur went wide eyed as a curtain of liquid poured over the edge of the table, studded with many of the eggs that had been steeping in it. Time seemed to slow down as the torrent rippled and shimmered in the light, seeming to come at him like a out of control truck, and him being helpless to stop it. In the instant before the torrent hit, his mind raced with dread and thoughts of what horrible fate might await him now. Everything seemed to stop and go silent as the sensation of the cold, wet, viscous substance poured down upon his upturned face, soaking through his hair and cloths, streaming over his chest and arms, and forming a puddle beneath him.

Arthur gasped and spat, the strange musky flavor of the potion lingering in his mouth. The rooster stood beside him, lapping the dripping fluids and picking up one egg after another in its mouth, letting the flavorful objects slide down its gullet. The human rolled over and tried getting to his feet, only to slip and fall back into the goo that now covered the concrete floor. The alchemist could feel the peculiar tingling on his skin, sinking deeper into his flesh with each beat of his racing heart.

Leaving the chicken creature, Arthur got to his feet, and began to stammer towards the chemical shower. He threw off his soaked lab coat and shirt, kicking off his shoes as he strode forward. He knew he was in serious trouble, having just been exposed to a massive dose of the highly infectious and fast acting potion. He cursed himself for making it so strong and effective, and knew he would suffer the consequences for his actions. He had known better, he thought, and should have had the subject tied down, should have had the potion in a secure container, should have done anything to remove the possibility of a spill. Yet now he was covered in the stuff, already beginning to corrupt him. Arthur tried to focus on his emergency procedures, but those thoughts were pushed away by the intruding notions of sex and lust, want and desire, the longing to just enjoy himself and experience the erotic sensations he had gifted to so many humans already. But he fought with all his mental might to stay focused. It was, Arthur knew, too late to prevent at least some kind of change, and all he could do now was focus on damage control. He would rinse the filth off of him and swallow a general counteractive serum he always kept on hand, hopefully stemming the change. If he was quick and lucky enough, he might suffer only minor transmogrifications, and be able to concoct a remedy later. If only he could get to shower.

Arthur was undoing his belt, nearly ready to pull the lever to activate the water jets, when something hit him from behind sending him toppling to the floor. Trying to stand, he was forcefully shoved back down by a set of grasping, scaly claws. Turning his head, Arthur's eyes went wide in horror as he saw the rooster creature standing over him, one foot firmly pressed on his back. As the human had staggered to the other end of the room, the creature had picked up a scent that was simply too much to stand. It drove him wild with longing, and stirred his lions, both of them. His two members drooled with hungry anticipation, what trace of intellect drowned out by the animalistic need to mate.

The alchemist in his delirium tried to struggle free, but the rooster easily overpowered him. As his body slapped against the floor once more, the rooster bent down, hooking its toe claws in the waistline of his pants while its beak pinched down on the fabric covering his ass. In one deft motion, the back of both pants and underwear were torn away, leaving Arthur exposed from his lower back down to his knees. The human fought with as much strength as was left in him, but it was no use. The creature took a step to the side, straddling the writhing body of the young alchemist and squatted low. Then with a loud, boisterous cluck and a quick thrust forward, the rooster buried its shaft deep in the human's ass. Arthur's eyes went wide and his lungs seemed to freeze as the massive, throbbing mass drove into his rear, the burn of his walls being stretched around it filling his mind. He wanted to scream, but no sound would come, and something in the depths of his mind told Arthur he was finished, that there now was no turning back once the monster he had made was done with him.

The rooster ground itself into the human's tight passage, loving the feeling of the warm, fleshy walls constricting around its member. With a satisfied, moaning cluck, it drew back, slowly pulling its shaft out until just the tip was left within, then plunged back down to hilt its massive organ into its victim. Again the rooster pulled out and thrust in, over and over and over, its own large sac beginning to slap against Arthur's exposed scrotum and taint, and each time feeling the amounts of pleasure increase, yet also seeming to pull its shaft out a little less and with more resistance after every thrust.

Arthur moaned in a mixture of fear, anger and pleasure as the creature ravished him. He tried to clamp his muscles down around the intruder, to prevent it from penetrating him again, but it only succeeded in making the avian screech in delight and redouble its efforts. Each thrust brought a new wave of pain and ecstasy, and the tingling sensation continued to intensify. Eventually, however, Arthur could feel more and more his ass tightening, as if trying to instinctively hold onto the foreign mass that crammed into him.

The rooster crowed as it tried to step up its efforts, but with one last powerful push, they both felt something change. Arthur experienced a sudden twang of piercing pain, like a muscle cramping deep in his gut, followed by a wave of pleasure the likes of which he never experienced. He tried to cry out, but all that emerged from his mouth was a gurgling noise followed by a sudden gush of clear, viscous fluid. The rooster tried to pull back, but found it could not do so. Taking a few steps backwards, all it succeeded in doing was drag Arthur's body a few feet, further smearing the fluids he had just coughed up across the floor. But the act of pulling the human across the cold surface sent shivers through both of them, as they seemed to simultaneously feel the same thing.

Wanting to feel it again, the rooster stepped forward, pushing Arthur back across the slickened concrete. Again they both shuddered in delight. To Arthur it felt like every inch of his skin was hyper sensitive and alight with pleasure. The rooster let its eyes roll back as it stepped back and forth, enjoying the shared sensations that coursed through both of their bodies. Arthur, meanwhile, shivered at each movement, each wave of pleasure making his mind go blank. He tried to fight it, but it was already a lost battle, and after a few more thrusts the human gave in and only focused on drawing more and more delight from the experience.

As if only waiting for the last bit of resistance to leave him, changes began to take hold across Arthur's body. His legs went numb, and if he bothered to look back the human would see them withering away, loosing mass and shrinking back to nubs, then vanishing entirely as his lower abdomen began to distort, losing definition around hips and thighs as well. His own member, aroused by the whole experience, twitched under him, but likewise quickly shrank away, absorbed back into his body. Arthur cringed as the rooster's sac once more slapped against his own, but this time with a strange pinching feeling. He felt then an odd swelling sensation, unawares that behind him, out of his field of vision, the flesh on both were growing together. As the combined testicular sac grew ever larger, both felt an odd pressure as their four testes fused into two, which in turn began their ballooning growth. Below the now ever growing pair of balls, there was no trace of the human's lower body, and the portion protruding above it was steadily undergoing its own transformation, and simultaneously seeming to shrink, already having lost at least half a foot in length.

Veins became more prominent across Arthur's pale skin, following close behind the changes moving steadily up his stomach. Along the middle of his abdomen and chest, and even along his neck, an elongate bulge formed. As it reached is chin, Arthur felt his mouth fill with another gush of the salty clear fluid, letting it dribbled out of his gaping jaws and down his front.

He felt strange pulsing sensations, and realized they were heartbeats, one his, the other assuredly the rooster's. He felt the conflicting rhythms, yet as the seconds ticked by his own heart rate seemed to change, speed up and come into synch with that of the creature so there was only one, strong, steady pulse of blood, the sound pounding in his ears. Yet even as the throb filled his head, he felt the beat in his chest fade, now replaced only with that of the creature he was joined to. As this happened, the human took no notice that he had long since ceased to breath, having not drawn breath for several minutes now. His face began to twitch, and his teeth and hair started to feel like they were being pulled at from the inside. Arthur, however, barely noticed the strange feelings as his hair and teeth receded, vanishing into his skin and gums.

Arthur's chest bad back became more rounded, his body now resembling a large sausage. The changing man felt his neck begin to swell, the inflating flesh puffing out until it matched the shape of his distorted torso. His shoulders sank into his body as his arms, like his legs, lost their shapes as his body seemingly consumed them bit by bit. As the last nubs sank away, Arthur's only definitive human trait was his face, eyes clenched shut in an expression of mind-numbing pleasure.

As his body shrank and the testicles swelled, the skin across Arthur's head took on a slightly darker shade than the rest of him. As a last desperate moan escaped him, his face started to distort, features sinking or swelling, making his features less prominent and defined and ever more rounded. His nostrils fused shut and his nose simply melted into his face, as did his ears. He felt his head turning upwards by some internal force he was helpless against. Arthur's mouth gaped open as if to yell, but producing another small spurt of fluids. His jaw was absorbed into the swelling features around his face, and it did not hinge as much as stretch wider and wider while, at the same time, his cheeks seemed to draw towards one another. After several tense moments, his mouth was gone, leaving only a vertical slit in its place.

As his head continued to swell, it also took on more noticeable features. The growth had altered near where his neck once was, expanding out into a rounded lip that joined his head to the rest of his tube-like body. What was left of his face, such as it was, pushed forward like a forming muzzle, and soon came to a rounded point with the slit-mouth on its end. Still possessing eyes and some control over his faculties, the alchemist was able to open them and briefly glance at a lab mirror that was mounted nearby.

The reflection showed the rooster creature standing there, its eyes glazed over in the haze of the transformative passion, letting out clucks and groans and fluids dripping from the penis in its beak. But hanging between its bulky, feathered legs was an enormous set of male, human genitals, with balls the size of cantaloupes and a phallus at least three feet long and half a foot thick, with a staring set of eyes adorning its tip. The last bit of cohesive thought Arthur had in that moment was how horrific his fate was, but that was quickly forgotten as a fuzzy stupor overtook his consciousness, his eyelids drifting shut to never open again as the skin fused and swelled, the formation of the glans now complete.

The rooster creature began to emerge from his daze, looking down at the enormous phallus now sticking out in front of him. Still wildly horny, the strange bird, all that was left of the two humans, desired nothing more than for the sweet release that had been building up for so long. Leaning back, the rooster fell onto his feathered rump, legs, cock and balls sticking out in front of him. Angling his hips, and using his wings to push it up, the rooster brought his aching cock against his body, nestling it in the cleavage between his enormous, feathered breasts. With dexterity perhaps left over from his previous human body, the creature began to use his wings to push his breasts up and down, sliding along the soft, slickened length of his own member. As he titty-wanked himself, the feathers ticking the bare skin, he opened his beak and let the tip of his cock-tongue slide along the head of his new appendage, licking the sensitive flesh gently and leaving trails of pre across the tip.

The rooster nearly lost control then and there, bolts of pleasure racing up his spine and through his body from both sensitive members. Operating mostly on instinct but with a trace of higher thought, the rooster relished the exquisite sensation of toying with himself in such a way, each lick, each stroke of his breasts, each quiver along the massive organ made his mind race, driving him to only step up his ministrations. Minutes passed like hours but still he would not let up, the pleasure building to nigh unbearable levels in both sets of genitals until , with a last lick and an inadvertent nip from his beak, he felt himself topple over the edge.

With a gurgled but boisterous crow, his two sets of balls churned and his members erupted. The massive phallus rocked and sent a shower of hot, sticky seed splattering over the creature and indeed onto whatever surface was nearby. The smaller cock in his mouth likewise spasmed, the wattle rising as seed burst forth in a white gusher like a cobra spitting venom. The release was of such scale and quantity that scarcely a surface in the laboratory was left wholly untouched, the walls and shelves dripping with the still warm, musky spunk that clung like spider webs to whatever it chanced to fall upon.

The rooster stood breathing heavily, enjoying the lingering feelings as the high slowly died away. If someone could read the expression on the beaked face, they would see a look of contentment and joy conveyed in the inhuman eyes. The bird shook itself, splatters of cum flung free from feathers to land where they may, but still leaving great white stains across the dark rust colored plumage. His tongue lost its erection, letting it slip fully back into his beak. The penis that had once been the pretentious, arrogant alchemist likewise began to droop and sag, the foreskin wrapping around the tip as it deflated. The massive organ and balls hung now under the squat, feathered frame, jiggling and swaying whenever the creature took a step.

The rooster came fully back to its senses, in whatever regards that would be for such a creature. Darting its gaze once more around the room, it saw and made for the door, using its beak to work the knob, and slipping from the bright, now unsterile chamber. It would find its way out of the house, into the wider world, driven by the ever present and gnawing urge to breed and satisfy its almost insatiable hunger for sex, leading to a string of bizarre mutations and women laying enormous eggs following in its wake.

As the chicken waddled out into the cool night air, something registered in the back of its mind, something not wholly his own. What was left of Arthur lingered on, aware of what his body had become and what his host would do with him. The sliver of consciousness was aware of everything, but powerless to do anything ever again. Arthur would live out the remainder of his life as the bird's phallus, with brief moments of relative clarity between lust induced comas. As the realization sunk in, he couldn't help think how ironic the situation was, to become the epitome of his own research. And indeed if anyone else knew of his destiny, they could take comfort in knowing the punishment he would endure was far more fit and lasting than any other possible fate.