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This story was written for Diz Foley as part of Kinktober 2020. Today's kink was "Hypnosis" and the story contains M/Solo masturbation and various associated fantasies involving a consenting adult birb. :3

Cluck Cluck

"Okay folks, I'm gonna need another volunteer from the audience. But, we're gonna go a little further this time. I'm not just gonna have you stand on your head..."

The vulpine hypnotist flashed a cheeky grin to a rabbit in the second row who blushed as his friends smirked and elbowed him, the man himself utterly unable to remember what he'd done but having seen the recorded proof that he had on his buddies' phones.

"...or sing us your favourite pop ballad..."

His eyebrows wiggled and a cheetah a couple of rows away on the left side of the stage sank into her chair in shame, though she was laughing at the same time as her wife squeezed her hand, proud of her for having volunteered herself.

"After all, this is an eighteen plus show, and with your able assistance we're going to earn that rating."

Fewer hands went up than before, but one of them rose higher and more urgently than the rest. Diz knew he wasn't going to be picked, because clearly all the previous volunteers were plants. Hypnosis wasn't a real thing. At least not in the way that TV shows and acts like this made it seem to be. Sure you could probably get someone into a relaxed, trance-like state, but the bird could only roll his eyes at the idea that someone could completely subsume a person's will and make them do all sorts of stuff they never would have done consciously. Every time he volunteered and didn't get picked, that only affirmed his suspicion that the people chosen from the audience were acting, and that if he'd come back to the same show in the next town where it played, he'd probably see the exact same people in the audience and just by chance watch as they got picked once again. He...

"How about you, Sir. The black and white bird with the red bandanna."

Diz' eyes widened, and he pushed a feathered hand to his chest to ask if the hypnotist on stage really meant him.

"Yes, you. Come on up!"

The bird's heart pounded, and his cheeks flushed beneath his feathered face as he rose to his feet to a round of applause. He didn't believe in hypnosis, but in that moment his conviction in that regard faltered somewhat. Why would he have been picked if the figure on stage knew it wasn't going to work? Was he some sort of unwitting straight-man? The one person a night who wouldn't be receptive to the hypnotic suggestions to introduce an element of realism and make the times when the hypnosis did seem to work even more justifiable? That had to be it, surely. But, at least if that was the case Diz would be even more certain that everything else about this event was purely for entertainment, with no real magic on display whatsoever.

He made his way up to the stage with the crowd cheering him on, and only when he found himself standing in the spotlight with the fox hypnotist himself did Diz wonder what it was he was actually volunteering for. If this was a show with potentially adult themes, what was he going to be asked to do? And, if he failed to be hypnotised... what fun might he miss out on? His heart thumped in his chest, and for just a moment Diz considered trying to let himself succumb. Opening his mind and relaxing into the potential hypnosis rather than seeking to fight it. That was giving the whole process far too much credit though, and in a matter of seconds he'd talked himself out of it, determined to go in with the same sceptical mindset that he would have used had he been called up on any of the prior occasions, rather than this one.

"What's your name, Sir?"

The fox held a microphone out towards Diz's smooth black beak, and after clearing his throat slightly, the avian male responded.

"Uh, Diz."

The hypnotist beamed, and extended his other hand, which Diz shook.

"Pleased to meet you, Diz. And, to be clear, like the others you haven't met me before tonight?"

Diz raised an eyebrow, catching the hypnotist's attempt to get him to confirm the independence of the other subjects that night, something he had absolutely no idea about. He wasn't going to let the fox get away with that.

"I definitely haven't met you, no. I don't know about the others though."

The crowd murmured slightly, but the fox just chuckled.

"Ahhh, we have the nightly sceptic. Well, Diz, I hope you're willing to keep an open mind, because if not... I don't really know how you're going to be able to rationalise what's about to happen to you."

The fox put the microphone aside, his own sharp suit already mic'd up independently, and from his jacket pocket withdrew the game gold, gem studded pocket watch on a chain that he'd used to supposedly hypnotise all his volunteers thus far.

"You know the drill. I trust you'll act in good faith and follow my instructions, even if you don't believe they'll result in any meaningful change."

He gently began to sway the watch back and forth in front of Diz' face, and the fox smiled as Diz nodded sincerely, wanting to fully co-operate so there was no doubt in the minds of anyone watching that the trick simply hadn't worked on him. His eyes followed the swinging watch, and as the fox positioned himself so that his own face was directly behind the watch, eyes looking past it into Diz's own, the bird's brow furrowed as he found it harder and harder to focus on the watch almost instantly, his eyes constantly being drawn back to the fox's own while the hypnotist began to speak.

"Let your body relax. Let your mind empty of all curiosity, all expectation, all trace of who you are."

Diz felt like he should say something. A joke to break the tension and let the audience know it wasn't working. Something about how he absolutely had no expectations to begin with, so that would be easy. But, those words never came. Instead, he noticed something strange. A slight glow, a rippling of flowing greenish, bluish light deep, deep in the fox's eyes. He felt his body beginning to sway. He felt his head starting to spin. He should have been worried. He should have been shocked that by some miracle, the hypnotic trance actually seemed to be affecting him. But, he didn't have the self-awareness to be surprised, or to be anything in fact. His own eyes widened, his body and face relaxed, and as the rippling glow in the fox's eyes which only those being hypnotised by him could see grew brighter, he could almost feel the same rippling light beginning to shine within his own eyes as those waves of energy flooded his brain, and freed it of all intention and restraint.

"You know, I hear that it can be frustrating to be an avian. That a lot of folks take easy pot shots at you when they don't like how you're acting. That they call you chickens, even though there's hundreds of anthro avian species aside from fowl. But, tonight... I think you should embrace that moniker, rather than turning away from it. Don't you, Diz?"

The fox nodded slowly, and Diz matched the movements of his head in a slow but exaggerated nod of his own. The audience gasped and chuckled.

"You're a chicken, Diz. In fact, you're not just an anthro chicken. You're a feral chicken. The happiest, most content chicken in the farmyard. The farmer's prize hen. When I say the words... cluck cluck, that's all you'll be. And that's how you'll stay, listening to my voice and doing all the chicken things I say, until I speak those same two words again. Is that okay with you, Diz?"

Again the fox nodded, and once more Diz nodded along. The hypnotist grinned, broke eye contact with Diz to regard the audience with a cheeky smile, then spoke two simple words that rang out across the auditorium.

"Cluck cluck."

Immediately, Diz blinked and looked around.

The farmyard was warm and safe. The coop stood nearby. Other chickens pecked around the ground near him, feeding on seed as they called out gently to one another. He flapped his wings, stretching out in contentment, and began to cluck.

"Baaaawk... bawwwwwk..."

The audience howled with laughter as the supposed sceptic tucked his hands into his armpits and began to wiggle his elbows around as he began to strut across the stage, head bobbing, obviously imitating a chicken. Diz didn't hear them though. He hunched down close to the stage, bowed his head forward, and pecked at the wood as within his mind he plucked grains of seed from amidst the dusty ground and gulped them down one by one.

"Ohh, look who's here... it's the big, handsome farmyard rooster. What a hunk."

A voice spoke into Diz's mind from out of nowhere, but it didn't scare the chicken. Quite the contrary, he found its presence comforting, and the information it provided to be perfectly sensible and accurate. He looked over, and there he was. The rooster. Proud, colourful, oh so handsome. Diz clucked and began to make his way over towards him, preening himself, fluffing up his feathers, trying to look his very best for the handsome male.

The crowd cackled and snorted with mirth as Diz ran a hand back through the feathers atop his head, and began to slowly, seductively strut across the stage towards where the hypnotist had pulled an inflatable cockerel out from behind his table, turning it around and waving its plastic, blown up tail feathers at the obviously enamoured avian man.

"Baaaawwk bawk bawk baaaawk..."

Diz clucked seductively as he approached the gorgeous rooster, and to his delight he heard more words of truth filling his mind.

"Show him what a good hen you are. Lay an egg for him, and show him what a fine bird you would be to continue his lineage if he were to breed you."

The crowd gasped in bashful, wonder-struck awe as the avian man immediately dropped onto his haunches, and pulled his trousers down to his knees to expose his feather-covered cloaca to the floor below.

"It feels so good to lay for your rooster, doesn't it, chick-a-dee?"

The hypnotist's voice was thicker, more seductive as he spoke those next words, and both in and out of his trance, Diz nodded as he felt the internal muscles of his cloaca beginning to flex and strain as though actually seeking to expel an egg. Within his mind, within the farmyard, the hen could feel its girth. Its warmth pushing out from within their body. It did feel good. In fact, it felt incredible. On stage, Diz threw back his head and clucked a blissful cry as he reached between his legs, spread his cloaca open with two fingers, and began to fondle himself, to masturbate openly in front of that large and staring crowd.

"That's it. Lay for him. Show him what a fertile specimen of hen-hood you are. Show that rooster he'd be lucky to fertilise eggs as perfect as yours."

Diz rubbed himself faster, harder as within his mind and on the stage he swayed his tailfeathers, showing himself off to the beautiful cockerel as he felt the egg sliding through his body's inner reaches, stimulating and stretching his flesh all the way along.

"Bawwwwwk!"

His chirping, crowing cries of pleasure grew more overtly intimate and louder still as the crowd grew quiet, staring in rapt excitement at the feverishly masturbating bird rocking and writhing upon the stage as he stared at that inflatable toy rooster.

"That's it. Do it. Do it, and he'll breed you, Mount you and hump your cloaca until its full to overflowing."

The fox's voice was heavy with lust by that point, and the tone infused its way into Diz' fantasy. His eyes bulged, his beak let loose the loudest, longest crowing cry of ecstasy a chicken could possibly utter, and as Diz felt that sumptuously large, perfect, glistening egg pop out of himself for the rooster to admire...

"Cluck cluck."

...Diz snapped back to reality just in time to see the inflatable rooster's ass waving in his face, and the fox sitting beside it on the desk, moving the cockerel around with one hand and massaging his own tented crotch with the other. He could feel his fingers inside himself, inside his cloaca, and he could feel the cool air of the well ventilated auditorium against his bare, feathered ass.

He turned his head, eyes bulging, and saw the crowd staring at him beyond the dazzling spotlight focused on his masturbating body. His face burned scarlet, his legs shook, but before Diz could try to cover himself or do anything to try and spare his body further humiliation, before he could figure out how he'd ended up in this situation and how he could possibly have been so wrong about the legitimacy of this hypnotist's abilities, the physical result of his now forgotten hypnotic trance caught up with him.

The bird's eyes crossed, he sank helplessly forward onto his knees as his balance failed him, and for some reason as he began to cum right there on the stage in front of all those people staring and recording every second of his reaction on their phones, he pulled his fingers out of his spasming, soaking wet cloaca with a helpless, echoing cry of a species not his own, but which in that moment felt oh so perfectly right.

"B-baaaawwk! Ba-aaa-ahhhhhgod, bawk! Yes!"

By Jeeves

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