Egging Her on for a Third Date
#1 of TF shorts
This was based on a dream I had. It's rare for me to not be a gryphon in my dreams, but there is always something avian and bestial to me in them. In this dream I was a werekestrel and on a VERY nice date.
I shifted perspectives to the lady I dined with in my dream when I wrote this as I thought it would be a fun bit.
It's their third date. Her lover teases her reaching up under the table, teasing her intimately with a foot that's far too dexterous. She ignores that for the pleasant sensations. He keeps giving her little bits of food ever since their first date night together. Deep down, this simple act has made her far more happy and turned on than expected. She never understood what he meant by no going back, but she's too smitten with her new dommy lover.
Tonight her clothes have felt awkward, like they are just rubbing her skin the wrong way. He's passed her another tid bit of steak and she shudders with pleasure. She excuses herself to the ladies room. She doesn't understand the pressure she's feeling or the slight bloat. In the privacy of a stall, she realizes it's not that, but she stops. Her pubic hair is gone. In its place is a slight dusting of downy feathers. She winces at a slight cramp and gasps. What was once a feathery replacement of he pubic hair has become a small treasure trail leading to her navel. She hurriedly returns to the table, afraid her lover may think she ditched him.
On her return he sits next to her and she leans into him. He has ordered a second steak for them to share and this one is very rare. He alternates between cutting off pieces for himself and then for her. He feeds each one to her with a tender smile on his face and an arm around her. Her leg is gripped below the table confusing her. She is distracted by the growing feeling of wrongness with her clothes and a hard throb as her date whispers "Mine." in her ear.
The harder throbs distract her from the dinning and she excuses herself again. She looks back at him, worried she might offend her date. Everything feels off as she walks back to the restrooms, her feet feel odd in shoes, her clothing is catching on her skin oddly, and she feels an urge to push with each throb. Ice runs through her veins seeing a group of ladies going into the bathroom together. She looks down and sees she is beginning to visibly bloat a little. Her relief is palpable when she sets eyes on the open family bathroom. She ducks into the spacious bathroom facility with a stagger as another cramp strikes. Seeing her enter, her date pays the tab and leaves a sizable tip.
She leans against the wall, her legs spasming as much as her midsection. She was as aroused as she was scared of what was happening. She let her skirt fall to the floor, the pooling fabric by her ankles no longer confining the slight swelling of her abdomen. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw her legs now had powerful thighs, wider hips then she remembered, and a bloated belly that looked like she was heading into her second trimester. Her glistening lips throbbed again at the sight and she pushed as she started to rub. Pleasure coarse through her shooting up her spine at the touch. She pushed again and felt something inside her give way and begin to move. Each throbbing push advanced the tan colored feathers slowly claiming her thighs and belly. She gasped for air like a drowning woman and bore down again both internally and with her digits on her clit. At the peak, climax tore through her and her now yellowed toes burst through her pumps adorned with new sharp talons.
There was a click of the door behind her locking. She froze, looking up at the mirror as a two large wing arms wrapped around her, the taloned fingers undoing her top. In the reflection she saw what looked like a massive kestrel behind her, her exposed cunt spread by an egg beginning to crown. His beak leaned forward as he teased her nipples as she heard her new lover's voice. "Mine." Another spasm ran through her, this time encompassing her whole body, from the outward pressure of her face, through the womb and pussy that wanted to push and ovum to freedom, to the wet cracking sound of her lengthening feet and shortening calves. The egg spread her wide, putting on a lewd show in the reflection before her.
His voice came gently again "You are now my brood hen." A gentle preening nip from his large beak followed "My mate." and his talons on a nipple and clit alongside her own. At that her body rocked, orgasm and contraction blended together to white out all other sensations. The stretching feeling of her arm's pores just flowed into the sea of pleasure as the egg slipped loose, tapered end trailing behind with a string of lubricant and juices as it fell into the makeshift nest of her dress. As she came down from her high, her mind held on to the words of the experienced bird behind her. "You are becoming lovely... now finish. I'll make sure the next ones are fertilized my little hen."