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This story was written for Diz Foley! It contains M/Solo masturbatory sex acts involving a consenting adult, and TF! :3

[center][b][u]Beta Testing[/u][/b][/center]

'[i]Dear Mr Foley,

With your most recent purchase from LewdBirb Industries, you may remember opting to be entered into our yearly Grand Prize Draw to be one of ten lucky customers chosen to act as beta testers for our newest line of products. We are delighted to inform you that you were selected as one of the ten winners, and enclosed is your first prototype toy, along with a sample bottle of our latest prototype lubricant to ensure you can enjoy it right away. It has been sized in accordance with your previous purchases, and we therefore hope it will provide you with a great deal of fun and enjoyment in the days to come.

Please take the time to reply to us at the email address enclosed with any feedback you have to offer. We also recommend you visit our beta tester URL to read about this new line of toys and accessories before use.

Thank you for your continued custom. Have a Lewd day![/i]'

The letter that had accompanied the large package which Diz had signed for just fifteen minutes ago lay upon the hallway floor, next to the torn open remains of the package itself and a considerable quantity of polystyrene foam padding. Also in the hallway were a pair of blue jeans, a t-shirt, and some underwear, leading in a trail back towards the rear of the apartment and its owner's bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, the human male ran a hand through his short black hair as the other held his new purchase up alongside his rigid and gently twitching erection. It was beautiful to behold. A sleek black and white tube with a feather patterned exterior. Closed at one end, and the other bearing the most deliciously fantastical yet realistic representation of a pussy. Not a human vagina. Not even close, though it bore the same basic features; labia, a visible clitoris, and of course the main hole for entry. This was the pussy belonging to a gryphon, or so the small card that had accompanied the toy itself claimed.

Dropping the toy back to the bedding beside him, Diz plucked the card up once more and read it to himself; the wording upon it already having gotten him this hard, and his whole body trembling as he moved to read it again.

'[i]Tyreesa, Queen of the Gryphons, is in need. Not of a king. Not of noble, royal blood. She is in need of a man. Any man, to satisfy her bestial heat. Her tight pussy longs to wrap itself around you and milk every last drop of your seed from deep within. To bring you into her harem; make her one of her countless lovers, and reward you for your loyal devotion in pure, potent pleasure.

Let our newest toy captivate you with the realistic internal structure that you won't believe isn't a real woman, and live out your most Lewd fantasies by combining this toy with our new Pherolube. Just a few drops mixed with normal water based lube, and in smell, taste or touch, you'll really believe that this needy Queen truly is driving you wild with her heat. That she needs you, and that only you can satisfy her with what you have to offer.[/i]'

Groaning loudly, Diz snatched up both the toy and the small tester bottle of lube that had come with it. He fell back flat upon the bed, and holding both the stroker and lube over him with reverent joy, he popped the cap off the lubricant bottle and up-ended it over the toy's intimate and intricately designed opening. The lube was thick, surprisingly so, and oozed rather than flowing out freely. Once it hit the plastic of the toy however it seemed to soften and spread more readily, dribbling over its exterior surface and into the tight depths within. Though he had bought lube from LewdBirb before and knew that it was good quality stuff, Diz didn't hold back on his usage. There was no such thing as too much lube, after all. He used about a third of the small bottle upon and within the toy itself, before lowering the lube bottle down over his own crotch and squeezing a substantial quantity of what was left out onto the twitching, eagerly waiting length of his own cock.

"O-oh... damn, that's nice..."

Immediately, it began to tingle. A pleasant heat began to radiate from the lube, and Diz's hips bucked upwards almost uncontrollably as he groaned in pleasure. Almost instinctively he drew the toy towards his face, like the Queen of the gryphons herself was lowering her hips down as she straddled him. He inhaled the rich scent of the lubricant... the scent of her pussy, and his eyes bulged. He grunted, and shuddered as without having lain a single finger upon his cock, a spurt of pre-cum shot several inches into the air and landed across his pale belly. Diz was so tempted to extend his tongue and taste her. Taste the lube and the super detailed gryphon pussy upon which it was glistening. And he might have, too, had the urge to actually fuck his new toy not been far stronger.

"Oohhh... ohhhhh yes..."

Diz grunted loudly, shocking himself with the urgency and intensity of his vocalisations even though he'd barely gotten started, as he drew the toy down to his crotch and with both hands now resting upon its trembling outer surface began to work it into position. He brushed the head of his shaft with its surprisingly supple, warm outer lips. Another gasp of pleasure escaped him, and the human's back arched, the back of his head catching the knot of the red bandana tied around his neck and pulling it tight against his throat. For a moment his eyes bulged, and he swore he saw an almost phantasmal shape of a beautiful, elegant gryphoness straddling him. One clawed, avian forelimb pressing down gently against his throat as she cooed and chirped, demanding that he not tease her any longer. That he become hers right now, and let himself become lost within her.

Eyes still wide and face flushed with giddy desperation, the male groaned with fevered excitement as he began to tug the toy down with delicious ease around his shaft. She... or rather, it was so tight, but not [i]too[/i] tight. They really had gotten the sizing perfect for his needs. And god, it felt so good inside. Warm and wet from the lubricant and his erection's own radiating heat. Ridged, but smooth enough that he only really noticed it when the toy seemed to squeeze around him, not when pushing urgently inward. Diz was almost disappointed, horrified even, when he hilted himself within the stroker. He cried out with longing hunger, and his brain was so overridden by pleasure that it took him a few moments to realise that he didn't have to suffer. That he wasn't being teased by the queen as she waited for him to beg, and that he was in full control of how this toy teased and pleased him.

With his toes curling and both hands still squeezing at the black and white feather patterned toy, making its walls ripple and milk him even more intensely than was already the case, Diz began to masturbate urgently with the Gryphon Queen. He could still smell the lubricant, indeed it seemed the more he stroked himself and the slick lube slurped and slid its way between him and the toy, the more intense and permeating that scent grew. He couldn't define it. Couldn't say [i]what[/i] it smelled like, just that he loved it. Craved it. That its mere presence would have driven him wild with or without the toy. And yet at the same time, the tight pussy wrapped around his cock was the whole reason Diz felt like he was smelling that sweet, intoxicating bouquet. Real or fantasy, he wanted to believe that this was the Queen's scent he was inhaling. That it was his cock driving her wild which was provoking such a strong and potent scent from the heat-stricken gryphon. It wasn't lube that was making all of this feel and smell so good. It wasn't lube, or a toy. It was the Queen. Tyreesa. Her pussy, and her cum, as she was brought to peak after peak by this prime, wild and powerful male that she had been wise enough to select for her harem.

"Ohhh! S-so good... fuck, I... a-[i]ahh[/i]... I'm..."

A strangled squawk of bliss escaped Diz as he lost control, faster and yet more intensely than he'd imagined possible unloading his cum into the wonderful toy wrapped around his cock. He humped feverishly at the stroker as it squeezed and caressed him so tightly and tenderly all at once, not just milking him; begging him for every last drop of his seed. His feet and shoulders were all that touched the bed as he came, back arched and head tilted forward as he crowed and screeched in savage ecstasy.

Of course, even as he was cumming the male was recognising that something was wrong. That something about his own orgasmic cries, albeit far more vocal than he would usually get during masturbation anyway, was very different and very strange indeed. He altered his grip upon the toy, still fucking it, still masturbating loudly as it's lubricated interior slurped and drooled with a mixture of the pre-existing lube and his own liberal volumes of cum. One hand rested upon the enclosed end of the stroker, working it up and down as he bucked his hips, and the other rose, trembling, to his mouth.

How he knew that touching his face would help, that it would provide some clue as to what was happening, Diz didn't know. But he was right to do so, and as his fingertips came into contact with what should have been the soft, moist lips of his mouth, the male instead felt firm and protruding cartilage. His eyes bulged, and though he was still riding out the final few moments of his orgasm, still unloading his seed into the gryphon toy, Diz rolled over onto his side and struggled to the edge of the bed, practically throwing himself forward and stumbling to his feet with his cock still wrapped up in the stroker.

"No... t-this can't be... c-can't be right. Can't be happening to me."

He staggered from bedroom to bathroom, shamefully aware that his cock was still rock hard with the stroker wrapped around it. He wasn't cumming any more, but to his mind's dismay and his body's delight, it felt like he could easily have gone all over again. That if his hand clutching at the stroker had begun to work it over his cock just one or two times, he would have become lost in its tender embrace a second time in succession.

"No. [i]No[/i]!"

Upon entering the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him, Diz turned to face the door and the full length mirror upon its rear side. He stared at himself, at his face, in abject terror. Looking back at him was face that was entirely unfamiliar to him. eyes an intense goldish yellow hue behind their pinprick pupils. A beak that while only partially protruding already bore a curved tip to its upper half, lightening to a pale, dry grass hue of yellow from its darker tip. And all across his cheeks and the top of his head, where skin and hair should have stood, he could see feathers sprouting before his very eyes. Urgently he grabbed at one of the more large and prominent feathers upon his right cheek, and tugged at it sharply. It came free, and Diz cried out in success, but to his horror another sprang forth to replace it, growing from nothing into a fully fledged and snowy white feather in a matter of seconds.

"Stop it. Stop it now!"

He didn't know how, but the toy was responsible for this. It was a bird of sorts. A gryphon was part bird, and he was growing feathers. The toy had to be responsible. He crowed in a mixture of pleasure and anguish as he pulled the toy off the swollen length of his erection, its inner walls grabbing and squeezing at him all the way like it was wordlessly begging him not to withdraw. With a trembling hand he flung the toy across the bathroom floor, but before it had even hit the linoleum covered floor Diz was squawking in stunned dismay all over again.

Staring down at his cock, Diz shook his head, his beak growing so much that he could now see it beneath his sharp eyes. The erection he was looking at, much as it was obviously his by touch and simple virtue of the fact it was attached to his body, was not the cock he was used to seeing. Its tip was pointed and curved ever so slightly upward, ridged with several nubs; not quite barbs, looking like they were made for stimulation rather than to lock him inside someone. It got thicker as it ran towards its base, with an almost canine-like knot swelling at the bottom. Indeed it took only a few seconds for Diz to realise where he had seen it before. LewdBirb. Their website. They had pictures of some of the animals who had inspired their toys. And one of them... it was a gryphon, with a cock just like that. Just like... [i]his[/i].

"Ohh... ohhhh god..."

The no longer human male cried out in desperation; not because of how afraid he was right now, how much he was freaking the hell out to see himself transforming before his very eyes, but because despite all of that... even through all this fear and impossible madness, he was still [b]so[/b] horny. His head kept turning away from the mirror, and though each time it turned back he regretted it, seeing feathers spreading across his torso, scale-like flesh crossing his forearms and hands as his fingernails extended into dark, scything talons, it was almost preferable to the longing glances he kept throwing towards the toy lying upon the bathroom floor close by. He could almost see her again. The Gryphon Queen. His mind was playing tricks on him, hallucinating her lying, trembling on her hands and knees, a mixture of his cum and her liquid lust oozing from her pussy as she panted and wailed, unable to understand why this handsome, gorgeous male gryphon was refusing her. Why he was turning away from such an honour, and doing anything other than breeding his Queen over, and over, and over again.

To Diz's credit, he managed to last a lot longer than he thought he would when faced with that hallucination. A full ten seconds... almost. Sooner rather than later though he was squawking and wailing in longing, and flinging himself down onto knees that were sprouting lush white fur, scrabbling at the bathroom floor with feet that were spreading and growing; each toe thickening and growing its own carpet of soft fluff as its underside grew firm and plump with a dark pad. Grabbing at the toy once more in his clawed talons, Diz threw back his head and gave a piercing, eagle-like shriek of ecstasy as he drove himself violently back into the stroker. Into the Queen.

"[b]Yes[/b]!"

Up on his knees, one hand wrapped around the toy and the other outstretched, clawing deep scars in the painted bathroom wall, Diz resumed fucking the lube-soaked stroker like he'd been apart from her for years, not mere minutes. He closed his eyes, and over his own piercing cries swore he could hear his Queen crying out to him in ecstasy. Begging him to go harder. Faster. To fill her not just once more, but multiple times over, until his body and specifically his cock could bear no more contact. All the while he could feel himself continuing to change. Feel himself growing. His smooth skin being almost entirely covered by a mixture of black and white feathers and black and white fur, almost collie-dog like in the pattern with which it spread over his body.

The gryphon didn't want to forget what he had been, of course. He didn't want to accept this. To simply say to himself that this was who... what he was now, and just get on with it. He was a man. A human man, and the idea that he had been somehow transformed or twisted into seeing himself as anything else continued to terrify him. But... with every thrust into that toy, not only did the changes come faster, but it became harder and harder for him to worry no matter how much he [i]wanted[/i] to.

It just felt too good.

She felt too good. The Queen. His queen. Tyreesa... Queen of all Gryphons. The tightest, hottest pussy any man could hope for. Inescapable, insatiable, both in her own appetite, and how she made those in her presence feel.

At least... that was what Diz told himself as he fucked the stroker. As he climaxed within it over and over again, draining his balls dry but still going, the ample lubrication of his own seed and the mass quantities he had poured over himself and the toy making it easy for him to do so.

The truth of course was less magical. Or at least, less romantically so. Yes, it was the toy that had transformed him. That was, according to the small print that Diz [i]should[/i] have read, exactly what it was meant to do. To induce a temporary transformation, which would linger for just an hour or so after the user of the toy was satisfied. But the hallucinations? The desperation that Diz was feeling within himself, and imagining within his imagined Queen? That wasn't the toy at all. But rather, the lubricant. The highly experimental, highly concentrated lubricant, two thirds of a bottle of which had been rubbing itself around Diz's cock for the last hour or so, now.

A couple of drops, that was what had been recommended. A couple of drops for an unforgettable [b]night[/b] of intense, carnal, gryphonic sexuality shared between a man and his toy.

But... two thirds of a [i]bottle[/i]? Undiluted and exposed directly to intimately aroused flesh?

Diz squawked and wailed in ecstasy as he humped his way to yet another orgasm within the toy's tight embrace, his thick, knotted gryphon cock so swollen and eager that he couldn't have pulled himself free from the stroker right now, even if he had been in control of his senses enough to attempt such a feat. He felt like he could go all night. All night and all day. And beyond... so very, very far beyond.

He had to stop. He knew it, otherwise he might well masturbate himself to the ends of time and back. And he knew, or at least hoped that the answer was where he should have looked to begin with; upon the LewdBirb website. All he had to do was get to his laptop. All the gryphon had to do was stop fucking his toy... stop breeding his queen, for just long enough to get to his laptop, and visit one single website.

Diz screeched loudly, strings of saliva drooling from his beak as he wailed his way through yet another of countless back to back orgasms, fantasising, or perhaps hallucinating that his Queen was sharing in that ecstasy alongside him. He would figure this out. Find a way to change himself back, and stop this impossible, incredible, but terrifyingly intense rush of constant, primal lust and pleasure. But... first? Just one more round with the toy, in case it turned out he had to do something that might damage it in order to set himself loose. One more time, no holding back, and no denying himself the fantasies that came with this ecstasy.

Just once more, for him. And maybe once more for his Queen, too.

Or... twice. Three times, at the most.

Diz shuddered, his wings flicking and his leonine toes curling as he felt his cock strain and the toy around him seemed to squeeze pleadingly, begging him to stay just a little longer. A desperate groan escaped him.

He [b]would[/b] figure this out. He [b]would[/b] fix himself. But... what was the rush, really? Whatever else he had planned, whatever other life he might have to lead... could it really be as important as this? As... imagining that he was some skin-clad, featherless creature kneeling upon a bathroom floor. When in reality, tough a job as it might be, he was the chosen out of all those that made up his Queen's harem. The one and only who was offered the chance to join her in her time of need, and breed her in the centre of the royal palace until her heat was finally sated.

Diz screeched once more, passionate and proud as he made powerful, urgent love to the Queen. Sire to her future children. Her mate. Her beloved.

Her King... at least, if he survived this trial to satisfy her. This testing, to become the Queen's beta.

By Jeeves

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