Gallus, part 1
The first in a series of short stories written a few years ago.
Story (C) me.
Gallus, part 1
by Chickenboy
The whole concept was a sound one. The Gallus compound, made from different segments of chicken DNA, was developed to make the birds more resistant to disease and increase nutritional content of meat and eggs. It was another miracle of bio-engineering to help alleviate the strains on the world's food demands. BioGen, the company that developed it, was so eager to get it on the market they rushed the development of the compound and cut the testing schedule. This is where our stories start.
Angela was a scientist working on the compound. She was walking down a corridor in the lab complex, going to check the final results of the tests. The final tests were the long term exposure and large dosage cases. The test subjects, several chickens who were given the compound by injection, had been left alone for several days to let the compounds fully merge with their genes.
Angela grumbled as she walked towards the test chamber. She had constantly been hounded by the executives in charge of the project. It was her opinion that there needed to be far more testing before the chemical was put on the market. Instead, her lab report was the last one to be filed. They told her that if she found nothing to report on it by midnight, the shipments would be sent out to the various farm sites and chemical facilities. Coming to the sealed metal door, Angela took out her keycard and passed it through the scanner. A hiss of compressed air sounded and the door opened automatically. Grabbing her clipboard, Angela stepped inside and shut the door behind her.
Checking the roster, Angela read descriptions of the various test subjects. Six were hens, with a single rooster tossed into the lot. Looking at their doses, she saw that the animals were given gradually more of the chemical until it qualified as a massive overdose, noting it was the rooster given the largest dose. Stepping through the second, glass, door, Angela entered the test area. It was a large room, about the size of an indoor basketball court, the floors covered in grass, a few small trees and large rocks scattered about. On one end of the room was the coup, where the animals slept. As Angela shut the second door and secured the lock, she noticed an odd smell present in the air. The smell was musky yet sweet, and seemed to cause Angela to go slightly light-headed.
Ignoring the smell as best she could, Angela began scanning around the room to try and find the animals. To her surprise, she saw none of them. The room had been sealed for a week, and the computers registered that food was being replaced in the feeders, greater amounts than usual. Glancing from side to side, she thought she saw slight movement behind a rock or in the tall grass. As she looked around, Angela suddenly heard a loud, cluck-like sound come from the coup. Curious, Angela moved over to the small hut, up the ramp, and ducked inside the dimly lit structure.
As soon as her eyes adjusted, Angela let out a gasp at what she saw. Lying on the floor was a creature that could only be described as an anthropomorphic rooster. He was lying on his back, sprawled out and making low moaning clucks as he played with his exposed member. Angela just stood there watching this strange creature masturbate itself, not noticing the figures coming up behind her. She jumped when she felt several sets of arms grab her. Struggling to break free, Angela soon saw who her captors were. The group was made up morphic hens, standing about as tall as she was, with breasts the size of melons. She felt fear creeping into her at this point as these chicken creatures held her firm, quickly tearing at her clothes and removing the shreds. The hens soon had her standing completely nude in their grasps, gently stroking and massaging every inch of her. Angela's nerves were on edge, the feelings only amplified by the musky smell coming from the creatures nether regions. Looking down, Angela saw the hens' crotches all dripping fluid, one or two actively stroking themselves with one hand and holding their human captive with the other.
With gentle yet forceful shoves, the hens moved Angela forward and forced her to her knees right in front of the rooster. As she knelt there, the odors wafting off her captors' bodies sent her mind racing. Darting her eyes back and forth, Angela looked at the drooling crotches of the hens, longing to taste the nectar seeping out of them. Her attention was taken back to the rooster, however, when his clucks became louder and more frequent. Leaning her forward, the hens placed her nose between his legs, letting her inhale deeply of his scent. Angela's body went limp as she became intoxicated on the pheromones the chickens were giving off. Sensing this, the hens lifted her off the ground, and positioned her above the male, lowering her gently onto his exposed prick.
The rooster and Angela gasped as they were brought together, the rooster instinctively thrusting up into her as she settled. It wasn't long before she heard him crow loudly then explode deep inside her, filling her with his hot seed. After the energy of the orgasms faded, Angela slumped forward onto the male chicken, who lay panting beneath her. She at first thought it was over, but the hens quickly grabbed her and drug her to the other corner of the coup. As they did, Angela noticed a strange pins and needles sensation beginning to spread from her groin up through her body, but paid little attention as the hens quickly set to work on her.
The first stuck two of its fingers into its cunny, then brought them to the human's face. Angela eagerly licked them clean, loving the salty taste on them and feeling a spark race up her spine. When the hen removed its fingers, Angela bolted to a sitting position, grabbing the hen and plunging her face into her crotch. The human eagerly sucked and lapped the fluids coming from the chicken creature, swallowing every drop. The feelings in her body continued to spread, until suddenly she went into spasms. The hens backed away and watched as the scene in front of them unfolded.
Angela's crotch began leaking fluid at an incredible rate as her lips parted. While this was happening, her skin began turning scaly as feathers began emerging all over her body. Fleshy growths appeared on the top of her head and on her face as her hair disappeared. Her feet began to reshape, her ankles elongating and one toe moving to point the opposite direction as two other merged, leaving her four on each foot. Her face pushed forward as her teeth merged and turned into a beak. Right above her buttocks, her spine pushed out slightly and the nub sprouted long white feathers, to match the rest across her body. Sitting there, Angela felt a desperate need to push as something began making its way down her birth canal. With grunts and groans that were now more like clucks, she bared down and felt the object slide further along. With one final push, she felt it slip out of her body and collapsed onto the ground.
She lay there panting for a while as the last pains of her transformation eased. The hens quickly surrounded her, helping her to sit up, and keeping her from falling. Looking down between her legs she saw what she had done. Lying there on the wooden floor, was a white chicken egg the size of volleyball. At first unbelieving, she soon picked it up and cleaned it of the remainder of the fluids. The rooster soon sat down in front of her, his shaft, though softened a bit, still pointing out in front of him. Angela was overcome with instinct, instinct to protect her egg and to please her new mate. She pushed all else to the back of her mind, not noting that her deadline had passed.