“Maybe you’ll like it from the other end.”


Those were the last words the gryphon could remember hearing just before passing out. Slowly he woke up, turning his head, his large beak swung in the air as he turned his head, looking for any sort of light. The room he was stuck in was rather dark and bleak. Irbis started to sit up, but he was stopped almost immediately. A thick leather strap held his chest down. Confused, he tried to move an arm over to unbuckle the belt, but his wrists were stopped, thick cuffs held his limbs out on short chains. He did not have to do much guessing to find his ankles were held down as well. 


        Looking around, he tried to figure out what was going on. His thick dolphin tail swished - he was getting a bit worried. Kicking his legs, he tested the bindings that held him down, causing the chains to rattle.


This alerted the black furred fox; his ears perked and he let out a grin; his white teeth shone through the darkness within the odd basement. “Oh! You’re awake finally. I guess I used a bit too much gas.”


With a simple click, the room lit up. Light filled the whole room, showing that it was more than just a simple bare room. In the middle lay the gryphon with his cormorant head and dolphin body. The walls of the room were filled with counter cabinets. Chemistry tools covered the tops of them, many looking used. Several vials - filled with variously colored liquids - adorned the cabinet tops. Irbis swallowed a bit of air as he tookthis in. “Wh-what’s the meaning of this, Damun?” 


The fox grinned and perked his ears as the delphoavian queried him. “Well, I figured it was time you know what it felt like to be me; oddly transfigured for someone’s gain.” The black-furred vulpine slowly padded over to the table. Gazing over the gryphon, he smiled as he looked over the nude form. “Such a smooth body, but it won’t stay that way.” His tail swished as he left the male there on the table, he picked up a vial and a syringe. 


“Damun! Whatever it is you are plotting, don’t do it.” Irbis yelled to the fox as he prepared a hypo. He could not even guess about what the fox was doing; not the final goal anyway. Connecting the dots in his head, he surmised that he would be transformed in the least, but what could the fox really intend? He had never even seen the vulpine take matters into his own hands like this before. He was always a submissive and sweet. Clearly, something must have caused him to snap. 


“Oh, but it’s much too late, I spent so much money and spent so much time researching how to do this. And now, you’re going to know what it was like to be me. Firstly!”, he said, suddenly raising the syringe to the male’s stomach. “Let’s make you a little round around the middle.”, he said with a little giggle. The needle sank in painlessly, and the padded thumb pushed the plunger down, injecting the mystery formula into the gryphon’s body. 


Irbis’ beak clicked as he felt that. He gave a worried look to the fox, hoping that he did not get anything wrong with those mixtures. Tensing up, he clenched his eyes, his fists, and even his toes as the cold liquid filled his stomach. It did not stay cold for very long. The fox pulled the needle out of the gryphon’s belly, and his entire abdomen tingled with warmth. “Mmph, wh-what is that!? What are you doing to me?” 


“Well, you knew what I loved the most, but you made me work for it every time. You get to share the intensity with me now.”,  Damun replied, and laid a hand down on the bird’s stomach.


It did not take long for the injection to have an effect. Odd pressures started to well up in the gryphon’s stomach, soon followed by a visible swelling. 


“You’re going to be a good little egg layer!” The fox said, his ears perked. He could feel the flesh pushing against his hand as it swelled out.


Irbis felt full as his stomach began to swell, but the fullness did not stop at that level, it became more and more intense. “Guh! I don’t want to be some gryph-hen!”


“Oh you won’t be a gryphon for long.”, the fox replied,patting the gryphon’s swelling guts. He murred, watching Irbis’s stomach as it bulged out; his body performing the duties that female’s was intended for.


The stomach groaned - almost creeking - as it swelled out further. The more Irbis’ stomach grew, the fuller the gryphon felt. Soon, the gryphon looked like he had been pregnant for at least five months, and he moaned as the swelling came to an abrupt stop. The warmth ended - but still he felt very full.


“Oh it’s stopped, I think it’s time to start laying. You’ll get to have one large egg before you start turning.” The fox grinned as he padded down between the gryphon’s feet. Furred black hands gripped Irbis’ ankles and spread his legs slowly. “You should feel it any minute now, an urge to push-” He said with a hushed tone. He grinned wide as it happened on cue. A sudden shifting happened in the gryphon’s dome belly. The egg began to move down already, making the gryphon feel rather uncomfortable. “If you want it to end… push.” The vulpine said, seeing the uncertainty in the male’s eyes. 


He did as he was told, and he felt the large egg shift once more, moving further down inside of him. It was going for the only exit that waited down there. The fox licked his lips; his tail swished as the gryphon began to push. Clicking his beak, he mixed the sounds of straining with grunts as the egg seemed to move faster with his pushes. It was stretching his passage as it moved down, causing light pinches of pain here and there as it traveled. A sudden gush of thick slick fluids came from the bird’s tailhole as the egg approached. The fox yipped in excitement, bouncing a bit as gryphon worked to push that egg out of his body. 


“Mmph! It’s too big!”, Irbis protested, but it did him no good. If anything, holding the egg in too long would likely result in a lot of pain from the egg-bound state. The fox only grinned, watching as some of that slick fluid continued to leak from the gryphon’s tight, puckered hole. 


“Just keep pushing, little bird.”, Damun said, reaching up to rub at the domed belly. Wagging his thick bushy tail, he listened to the gryphon’s grunts and whimpers as he continued to push. The egg slowly made its way down his passage, stretching every inch of flesh that it passed. From that point, the only thing that could be heard was Irbis’s strained grunts and whimpers. It was just so hard for the gryphon to work that egg, his body was not made for this. However, the fox had a toothy grin; his ears were perked wide. 


Irbis’s tailhole bulged out some as the egg started to push against his pucker, a bit of white showing now as it opened up. “Yes! That’s it birdy! Push! Push hard!”, he shouted, nearly leaping as he did so. He commanded the male to lay an egg much like a female should. The gryphon’s eyes clenched hard as he felt his hole starting to stretch with each push. Damun did nothing to help, he just watched and yipped with joy, watching the bird struggling to push out that egg. “Doesn’t it feel just so good?” He teased, his hands resting on the male’s spread thighs. 


Twitching his thick dolphin like tail, Irbis continued to push on the egg, each push burned his tailhole as it was stretching beyond its limits, and he felt as if the egg was not even half way out of his rear. “Push! Push! This feeling will stick with you for the rest of your life!” He yelped and bounced as he spread Irbis’s legs even wider. Irb’s fists were clenching as he pushed harder and harder, his hole burned so much as he stretched it further than normal. 


He had to keep going though, he had to get that egg out of his body. Irbis continued to grunt and struggle, his beak reverberating around the room as he pushed harder now that his anal ring did not want to give in to the stretch anymore. His tail curled; his back arched as he strained, groaning out hard. The fox saw this and put a hand to the tip of the egg, holding it right there, not letting it come out any further. 


Damun just had an evil grin on his face. “How does it feel to have your hole stretched so wide? To have to do a female’s job of reproducing?” He just slowly swayed his tail behind him from side to side. Irbis would not give him that satisfaction of answering. Instead, he kept trying to push, feeling the egg lurch against the resisting hand, it would not move beyond that point. It was like the fox knew if he let go it would just roll free from his tailhole. “Come on, tell me- You know how I felt about it, despite how uncomfortable it felt.” he said starting to twist the egg, causing that burning feeling to come back ten fold. 


“Guh! S-stop!” Irbis protested, he tensed up, letting out a little whimper. His beak clicked again as he strained to push against the egg; he wanted it out of his body! “I-it hurts! It’s a lot of work!” he finally gave in and told the fox what it felt like to him. 
        
        “Good! That’s how it should feel. But you’re forgetting just how full you feel, that satisfyingly full feeling-” he said trailing off and finally letting his hand off the egg. A sudden lurch happened and the egg started to slide free rather quickly. The thing was as big as an ostrich egg! The gryphon was left panting, breathing heavily as his anus finally started to close up slowly, leaving a slight gape. A male body should not have done that. “Now that is done… on to the next part of your life sentence.” The vulpine said turning back to one of the cabinets. 


        “L-life, s-s-sentence?” Irbis asked, he looked rather fearful at thoughts of what what the fox might do to him. His beak clicked and he started to shiver. Both grew in volume and speed as Damun padded back over to the male gryphon, holding another syringe in his hand. 


        “Yep yep! You’re going to be a life long egg layer!” Damun said with a bit of twisted joy in his voice. He had that silly grin, his ears were perked straight up the whole time. “Now, just hold still lest I break a needle off inside of you. You wouldn’t want that - it can get quite nasty.” He said. Irbis looked down as the fox lowered the tool to the gryphon’s stomach. He quickly stuck it in, not even caring to clean the spot before injecting. A padded thumb rested on top of the plunger. “Hope you’re ready to have a much simpler life.” He said just before pushing down on it, sending the fluid gushing into the bird. It was slow to go in, but there was an evil grin on the fox’s face the whole time. Finally the plunger met the bottom of the injector. 


“W-what are you turning me into?!” Irbis asked.


 Damun only responded by pulling out the syringe and walking over to throw it away. “You’ll see in time, It might hurt, or maybe it’ll burn. I dunno.” he said as if he was not truly interested, which could not have been further from the truth. He pulled up a stool and looked down at the gryphon from his side. 


It didn’t take long for it to start, a burning was building from the injection site, and it was spreading. Irbis’s heartbeat began to speed up, spreading the mystery concoction around inside of his body. Evidence of a change soon showed itself. The burning became a really uncomfortable itch. The gryphon struggled on his back, trying to reach down and scratch at it. He looked down, his beak gaping open as he saw black feathers starting to sprout from his skin. Small soft down feathers were growing over his stomach, starting from the spot where the needle had gone in. 


“Damun please… stop this! I don’t know what I did to make you think this was a good idea!” Irbis begged, he squirmed on the table, trying to plead with the fox and trying to stop the change, just by will alone. The feathers spread, with that furious burning itch, spreading over his smooth dolphin skin. 


The change didn’t stay there, something rather different started down at his feet. The smooth slick skin was scaling over, becoming rather dry to the touch. Color was shifting, the grey was taking on a yellow tone. A sharp pinch took each toe, thick black claws, suited for gripping talons, sprouted from each toe. “Gah! Damun please! It hurts!” the gryphon begged.


“No pain, no change!” The fox replied with a bit of glee. He bounced down to the bottom of the table, his hands gripped those changing feet, the toes were starting to pop and twitch. They grew out between Damun’s fingers, pushing through, growing wider, save for one. That one on each foot was instead twisting and turning backwards. Popping and snapping, Irbis cried out in pain as his feet were changing. The yellow scaling had moved up his shin. Three toes in the front growing longer and thicker with each passing second. They seemed to surge with each heartbeat from the gryphon’s chest. He was squirming in pain, it was just all too much. 


Irbis’s eyes were clenched tightly as those twisting toes had finally made their way to the heel of his feet, bending in the opposite direction as the other three. “Ooh- You have such wonderful chicken feet.” The fox said bending down a bit giving them a sniff and a quick lick over the claws. 


“Ch-chicken!?” Irbis’s eyes snapped open and he looked back down seeing his feet and part of his legs having turned. It was very much like what the fox had said. The black feathers were still spreading, burning and itching every bit of the way as they had started to move up from his shins. 


“If you think the feet hurt, just wait until you lose two limbs. Oh and the size change. That’s going to tickle!” Damun bounced with glee as he watched his former master changing, the feathers were moving over his legs. Before the feathers were to meet at the male’s groin, something odd was going on. Irbis’s cock was slowly starting to pull back into his body. It tingled and felt really odd. It pulled and pulled as the change took over. “Ohh! There goes your male bits! Say bye!” he said waving to the gryphons groin. 


It was obvious that the fox had lost his mind by now. What had caused this? This certainly wasn’t within his character. It wasn’t who he was, but he didn’t have much time to think on it. Little by little Irbis’s cock was shrinking and shriveling away, and by the time he actually got the courage to look, it was barely an inch long and even less so wide. Something was happening internally. Something horribly wrong was going on, Irbis could feel his insides starting to move. 


New organs were forming inside of him. “Ooh! My hen is getting her new lady parts. Don’t deny it! I can see it in your face!” The fox said, he bounced about running his hand over the transformee’s groin. Just a bit of that cock was left. Though with one final heartbeat it pulled completely back inside, the new womb was forming, along with her new uterus. It all moved down to his tailhole. 


“Gah it feels really weird.” Irbis exclaimed. His body was forming his tailhole into it’s new multipurpose. A new cloaca, just for laying the eggs and handing his waste. 


“Doesn’t it?” Damun said reaching down between the once male’s legs, pushing his finger into that new organ, the ring around her anus was changing, becoming quite different. Irbis tensed up as the sensation was rather different, instead it felt like pleasure. Her back arched as the fox’s finger slipped inside, moving up, going through the passage meant for the eggs. “Oh doesn’t it feel good?” The fox could just see it in the former male gryphon’s face. The feathers were spreading, but a sharp pain took Irbis’s tail.


“Oh did it hurt? Yeah it’s going to feel a bit bad.”, he said. The delphine tail was shriveling up, shrinking away, and pulling up into her backside. As it pulled back, bones were popping and snapping; they were condensing, many of them fusing with one another before shrinking. Feathers continued to spread, going around her legs, down over her flat groin, and covering around her new cloaca. As they reached the tail, the feathers grew a bit larger. The burning itch had never changed as new feathers grew in replacing the dolphin skin. The tail’s structures had pulled up considerably, becoming a wide, short nub that stuck out just over her legs. It began to pull up, spreading her tail cheeks until the whole thing replaced her rear. Irbis looked down, watching his lower half changing. Her legs were still very much like an anthro, and she couldn’t imagine the pain she would suffer with the continued transformation.


“Damun please… don’t do this to me.”, she begged. Her beak felt a dull pain, as the large black beak was starting to pull back. It crackled a bit here and there as mass was condensed and burned off quickly. “A-aahh! It hurts!”, she cried as her beak continued to reshape; new flesh was growing under the shrinking beak. At first it was just a bit of pink skin starting to hang down, but the pink did not last, it started to turn bright red as it formed a wattle - the only sign the ‘hen’ was once a male - under the beak that was half the size it was before. 


“Remember what I said? It’s too late, you’re going to be my little egg laying hen, gonna feed me every day for breakfast!” The fox exclaimed. He had long since pulled that finger out from the becoming hen’s rear. The feathers were moving up her chest now, her beak had become rather short and was somewhat curved and was pointed. The red skin that formed under her beak was spreading upwards, going around her eyes, covering a good deal of her face and forming a nice comb. “And you look like a wonderful hen so far,” he said. Damun padded over and ran his hand over the last bit of dolphin skin over his arms. “Say goodbye to your gripping hands.” He was teasing as he ran his furred hand over those fingers. 


Pain wracked the changing fowl on the fox’s que. Her arms were on fire; her back and wings also hurt like hell. Her shoulders were moving backwards, and her wings were pulling forward. They were going to meet in the middle, and when shoulder and wing met, the limbs fused together, the brown feathers now covered her shoulders and head, spread over his arms. The wings were taking over - bones were fusing together, melding into one another. It burned, and it hurt. It felt like bones were breaking as his arms were taken by his wings. The wings didn’t retain their shape, they were becoming shorter… blunt, the feathers did not maintain the same specific pattern anymore. 


The feathers were becoming a compacted mess, spreading all over the hen’s new wings. The gryphon’s flight was taken from her. When the elbow reached the wing, the join burned. The joints had to stay separate despite the bones fusing together. Irbis cried out in agony as it was simply too much. It was not like her tail; it was not like her feet. It was far worse. Her smaller beak was held wide open. She had a moment of rest once the joints were fused and now had just the one joint in the wing. Her forearms and hands were all that were left.


“I’m sorry that hurt so much, but it couldn’t be helped, I tried to make it hurt as little as possible.” Damun said reaching down running his hands through the hen’s feathers. Irbis could feel something going on inside of her stomach, her new reproductive organs were kicking it into overdrive. New eggs were forming, though they were far smaller than the one the fox had forced her to lay the first time. They were chicken eggs after all. But she did begin to feel a bit bloated as they were growing rapidly. 


The break from the wings did not last long, her forearms began their migration into the wings. Feathers were taking over the skin as bones were merging together like before. Irbis groaned out, clenching up hard. Her fists were balled up tightly as her arms were being claimed by the messy wings. As the merging met with the wrists, the pain intensified much like it did with her elbows. She cried out, arching her back against the table as the pain did not seem to stop as her hands were being taken as well, the fingers sinking into the feathers. Finally the two limbs were gone, leaving her with just her legs and her unviable wings. 


Irbis looked over breathing heavily out of her shorter beak, the eyes begging to fox to just stop it, although the transformation was almost done. Her body just needed a bit of downsizing, and a bit of reproportioning. A rather hard ache took over Irbis’s body as if on cue when the wings finished. “Just a bit more, you can do it~” Damun said running his fingers through the brown chest feathers, just above the line where they were black. 


“D-damun… please.” Irbis begged “Don’t do this.” She said, it would likely be her last words as a pinch took her throat, her vocal cords… they were changing. Her throat changing, she wouldn’t be able to make words anymore. The panicked hen began to bok with worry. She was starting to shrink down, and the ache was becoming a mild pain - though nothing like like her arms and wings. Her neck was stretching out, getting a bit thicker as her head shrank down, the rest of her proportions shifting. Her body was going wide, matching the tail she had now. 


“B-bok!” She tried to speak once more, but her eyes… they grew wide as the pupils and irises spread out, filling out her eyes, filling her sclera, hiding it all past her eye rims. Her neck was becoming more flexible as it continued to grow out, the feathers were filling in, taking on smoother lines. She was slipping out of her bondage, as her body had gotten small enough. Her legs were getting thin, almost wiry. Her talons clenched tightly as her body was large, her wings useless. She squirmed and rolled trying to get up on her feet. 


She looked at the fox, but unable to portray emotion with her face. She let out a few clucks as she tried to speak, but her body wouldn't allow it anymore. She managed to stand up, her body not feeling right, but at the same time it felt natural to have her wings folding up at her sides. 


“That’s a good little hen. Now you’ll be laying eggs, every day for the rest of your life. You’ll be making my breakfast everyday. And I’ll finally get the attention I wanted~ You’ll see me every day.” He said, reaching out, letting his fingers run over the red little flesh spines on top of her head. “Now I bet you’re already feeling an egg coming.” 


The fox was right, she started to squat down, but it didn’t feel right as she pushed, feeling an egg stretching her passage, no she had to have her whole belly laying on the ground. She kept going down until she was doing such. Her cloaca had let out a little bit of fluid, the egg was coming quickly. 

        “B-BOK!” She clucked as the egg stretched her hole wide, and finally popped free. The fox grinned seeing her rest, he picked her up and moved her to the side. “Very good… Keep this up and I won’t have you for Christmas Dinner!”