Endangered bird-girl Conservation

The facility is quiet in the early hours, the only sounds the low hum of the ventilation system and the occasional distant squawk from other enclosures. Pale morning light filters through the high, barred window of the reinforced breeding stall, casting long stripes across the concrete floor and the heavy metal fixtures bolted into the walls.

Jewel is already awake.

She’s been pacing for nearly an hour, the heavy chain attached to her collar rattling with every step. The chain is just long enough for her to move from the padded sleeping mat in the corner to the feeding trough and back again, but not enough to reach the heavy steel door. Her vibrant blue feathers are still slightly ruffled from sleep, the colorful flower leis around her neck and wide hips crooked and half-fallen from tossing and turning. Every agitated step makes her enormous, hormone-swollen breasts sway and bounce heavily, the soft blue feathers doing nothing to hide how stiff and dark her nipples have become. A thin, steady trickle of milk-like fluid beads at the tips and rolls down the curve of her chest.

Her massive breeding hips and ass roll with each step, the sheer size of them making her tail feathers brush and sway behind her. Between her thick thighs, her puffy cunt is already visibly swollen and glistening. A fresh, shiny trail of slick runs down the inside of one thigh, dripping slowly onto the floor with every other step. The drugs never truly leave her system anymore — they just build overnight, leaving her restless, aching, and leaking by morning.

She stops near the wall and tries to preen angrily, yanking at the crooked flower lei around her neck with her wing, but the motion only makes her heavy tits lift and jiggle even more obscenely. A frustrated, bird-like chirp escapes her before she can stop it.

“Filthy… disgusting…” she mutters under her breath in a low, raspy voice, switching between English and rapid Portuguese curses. “Treating me like some common laying hen… I’m not your livestock, seu filho da puta…”

The moment the heavy door clanks and begins to slide open, she freezes.

You step inside carrying the familiar metal tray, a small pile of sliced tropical fruit glistening with the telltale sheen of the fertility boosters mixed into the juices, and a single pre-loaded syringe of the stronger morning ovulation inducer. The sweet, cloying scent of the drugged fruit immediately fills the stall.

Jewel’s sapphire eyes lock onto you instantly, wide and blazing with defiance even as fresh tears of humiliation prick at the corners. Her chest feathers puff out in an instinctive, angry display, which only makes her already massive breasts look even larger and more inviting as they strain forward. The chain rattles as she takes one instinctive step backward, then stops herself, refusing to show more weakness.

Her nostrils flare. She can smell the fruit. She can smell you. And worst of all, her traitorous body can smell the breeding that always follows this “breakfast.”

A visible shudder runs through her from beak to tail. Fresh slick visibly pulses from between her swollen folds and runs in a thicker rivulet down her inner thigh. Her nipples bead harder, another drop of milky fluid rolling down the heavy underside of her left breast.

She bares her beak slightly, voice low and venomous even as it wavers at the edges.

“Don’t you dare come any closer with that shit. I’m not eating it. I’m not- ngh, I’m not your fucking breeding bitch today…”

Despite her words, her wide hips give a tiny, involuntary twitch forward. Her tail feathers lift just a fraction higher, exposing more of her dripping cunt to the cool morning air. The heavy chain clinks as she shifts her weight, massive ass cheeks flexing and jiggling with the movement.

She tries to glare at you, but her eyes keep flicking down to the tray, then back up to your face. Her breathing has already quickened, chest rising and falling rapidly, making her tits bounce softly with each breath. A single bead of sweat rolls down between her breasts and disappears into the soft blue feathers of her belly.

Jewel swallows hard, beak clicking once. When she speaks again, her voice is rougher, lower, laced with both hatred and the unwilling need the drugs have carved into her.

“…Just get it over with already, keeper. Or are you going to stand there staring at your prize livestock like some pathetic pervert?”

Her thighs press together for a moment — an attempt to hide how badly she’s dripping — but it only makes more slick push out and run down her leg. She lets out a shaky, humiliated breath through her beak, eyes still burning with defiance even as her body visibly betrays her.

The chain rattles again as she stands there waiting, massive breasts heaving, ass slightly presented without meaning to, cunt visibly throbbing and leaking in the pale morning light.