lies
      with
      full
      grown
      beaks.
      no,
      they
      would
     
     
      never.
      the
      giant
      chickens
      would
      never.
      i
     
     
      looked
      back
      to
      the
      little
      beak
      spinning
     
     
      around
      on
      my
      plate
      and
      then
      left
      the
      room
     
     
      -
      i
      had
      to
      take
      a
      breather,
      clam
      down,
      blow
     
     
      “off
      some
      nervous
      energy,
      some
      steam.
     
    

    
     
      i
      reached
      the
      washroom
      and
     
     
      immediately
      took
      my
      place
      on
      the
      the
      toi-
     
     
      let.
      ahh,
      heaven!
      the
      throne!
      utopia
      is
      in
     
     
      the
      toilet,
      and
      all
      you
      have
      to
      do
      is
      find
     
     
      your
      tird.
      it's
      really
      as
      easy
      as
      looking,
      tak-
     
     
      ing
      note;
      what
      did
      I
      do?
      what
      came
      out
      of
     
     
      me?
      what
      have
      i
      created?
      i
      sat
      down
      and
     
     
      began
      to
      concentrate,
      began
      to
      work;
      i
     
     
      clicked
      the
      keyboard
      upstairs,
      sending
      a
     
     
      message
      to
      my
      brain,
      which
      sent
      messages
     
    

    
     
      -
      to
      various...
      motor
      neurons?
      who
      cares,
      i
     
     
      was
      shitting,
      and
      i
      had
      to
      work
      hard
      for
      it
     
     
      and
      that
      was
      good.
      all
      in
      all
      it
      wasn't
      easy
     
     
      but
      when
      i
      pinched
      it
      all
      off
      in
      the
      end
      i
     
     
      felt
      good,
      alive.
      brave,
      courageous,
      mysti-
     
     
      cal
      soul,
      the
      divine
      dump
      had
      elevated
      my
     
     
      spirits
      and
      i
      came
      out
      of
      the
      experience
     
     
      with
      a
      calm,
      relaxed
      state
      of
      mind,
      if
      not
      a
     
     
      little
      drained
      -
      so
      much
      had
      happened
      in
     
     
      the
      span
      of
      a
      couple
      of
      hours.
      i
      wiped
      and
     
     
      dressed,
      then
      walked
      into
      the
      dyingroom.
     
    

    
     
      and
      i
      was
      sitting
      on
      the
      couch
      in
     
     
      the
      when
      i
      heard
      Ilynes
      get
      up
      and
      come
     
     
      down
      the
      hall.
      i
      think
      he
      turned
      into
      the
     
     
      kitchen
      because
      he
      didn't
      come
      all
      the
      way
     
     
      down
      into
      the
      dying
      room
      with
      me
      and
      he
     
     
      asked
      what
      kind
      of
      food
      there
      might
      be
      for
     
     
      breakfast
      and
      i
      said
      beaks.
      i
      think
      he
     
     
      thought
      i
      though
      he
      asked
      something
      about
     
     
      the
      chickens
      but
      i
      knew
      he
      didn't.
      a
      few
     
     
      minutes
      later
      he
      came
      out
      with
      two
      cups
      of
     
     
      coffee.
      he
      sat
      down
      on
      the
      couch
      beside
     
     
      me
      and
      i
      told
      him
      i
      don't
      drink
      coffee
      and
      i
     
     
      really
      don't.
      he
      told
      me
      he
      knew
      that,
      and
     
     
      that
      they
      were
      both
      for
      him.
      then
      he
     
     
      looked
      at
      me
      with
      his
      mouth
      half
      open,
      as
     
     
      if
      about
      to
      speak,
      but
      not
      yet
      sure
      how
      to
     
     
      start;
     
    
   
   
    
     
      "
      you
      know...
      there's
      no
      milk.
     
     
      there's
      no
      milk
      in
      the
      fridge
      and..."
      he
     
     
      trailed
      off
      and
      sighed
      heavily,
      but
      i
      knew
     
     
      what
      the
      problem
      was,
      i
      knew
      why
      he
      was
     
     
      hesitating,
      why
      he
      was
      so
      nervous
      and
      so
      i
     
     
      thought
      I'd
      make
      it
      all
      a
      little
      easier
      on
     
     
      him.
     
    

    
     
      "shawn
      of
      course,
      don't
      be
      weird,
     
     
      just...
      here,
      give
      me
      your
      cups"
      i
      replied.
     
    

    
     
      i
      took
      the
      steaming
      cups
      from
      his
     
     
      hands
      one
      by
      one
      and
      lifted
      my
      t-shirt
      up
     
     
      over
      my
      chest.
      i
      placed
      the
      first
      cup
      under-
     
     
      neath
      my
      right
      breast,
      and
      later,
      the
      second
     
     
      one
      under
      my
      left
      breast,
      giving
      the
      base
     
     
      of
      my
      nipple
      a
      squeeze
      and
      a
      quick
      tug
     
     
      each
      time.
      thick
      warm
      cream
      streamed
      out
     
     
      of
      my
      body
      and
      i
      groaned
      -
      it
      felt
      much
     
     
      like
      a
      cross
      between
      a
      comfortable
      piss
     
     
      and
      an
      unexpected
      orgasm;
      muscles
      relax-
     
     
      ing
      with
      pleasurable
      cut-off
      spasms
      to
      end
     
    
   
   
    
     
      the
      flow
      of
      lactose
      escaping
      from
      my
     
    
   
   
    
     
      motherly
      breasts.
      somehow
      Ilynes
      found
     
     
      his
      lips
      clenched
      around
      one
      of
      my
      sensi-
     
     
      tive
      nipples,
      sucking
      like
      a
      hungry
      vampire
     
     
      child
      for
      almost
      five
      minutes
      and
      i
      almost
     
     
      died;
      my
      nipples
      had
      become
      bigger,
      and
     
     
      well,
      sexier.
      they
      almost
      had
      the
      appear-
     
     
      ance
      of
      tiny
      little
      beaks
      poking
      out
      of
      a
      set
     
     
      of
      chest-breasts,
      and
      were
      more
      than
     
     
      happy
      to
      be
      the
      part
      of
      the
      body
      supplying
     
     
      a
      big,
      happy,
      grown
      man
      with
      the
      milk
      of
      a
     
     
      loving
      mother.
     
    

    
     
      when
      he
      was
      finally
      finished
      he
     
     
      licked
      the
      milk
      that
      had
      dribbled
      down
      my
     
     
      bare
      chest
      and
      i
      began
      to
      worry
      that
      he
     
     
      might
      have
      sucked
      my
      breast
      completely
     
     
      dry,
      and
      i
      immediately
      became
      somewhat
     
     
      disturbed
      with
      Ilynes
      and
      with
      myself,
      and
     
     
      decided
      to
      go
      have
      a
      shower
      before
      head-
     
     
      ing
      down
      to
      No
      Longer
      an
      Egg,
      a
      store
      for
     
     
      new
      mothers.
      I
      wanted
      to
      pick
      up
      a
      set
      of
     
     
      breast-pumps
      so
      i
      could
      begin
      putting
      my
     
     
      special
      talents
      to
      a
      good
      use
      in
      a
      home
     
     
      where
      babies
      don't
      exist
      unless
      they're
      in
     
    
   
   
    
     
      the
      form
      of
      fried
      embryo's,
      in
      which
      case
     
     
      breast
      milk
      isn't
      going
      to
      help
      them
      unless
     
     
      it's
      simply
      to
      wash
      them
      down.
     
    

    
     
      -
      when
      i
      got
      to
      the
      washroom
     
     
      downstairs,
      i
      turned
      the
      shower
      on
      first
      to
     
     
      let
      the
      water
      heat
      up
      a
      little
      while
      i
      fin-
     
     
      ished
      undressing,
      already
      having
      my
      pants
     
     
      and
      my
      underwear
      off,
      and
      i
      noticed
      that
     
     
      my
      nipples
      were
      a
      little
      wet
      with
      lactose.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      then
      i
      thought
      about
      it,
      and
      picking
      up
      my
      |
     
    
   
   
    
     
      t-shirt,
      i
      noticed
      that
      there
      were
      two
      small
     
     
      damp
      spots
      on
      each
      of
      the
      breasts.
      i
      real-
     
     
      ized
      i
      had
      forgotten
      to
      dab
      my
      nipples
      with
     
     
      kleenex,
      or
      a
      towel
      or
      something
      before
     
     
      letting
      my
      shirt
      drop
      back
      down
      over
      my
     
     
      body.
      Well,
      it
      really
      wouldn't
      matter
      any-
     
     
      way,
      not
      unless
      i
      was
      out
      in
      public,
      and
      i
     
     
      was
      sure
      i
      also
      pick
      up
      a
      set
      of
      rubber
      bra-
     
     
      ziers
      or
      something
      down
      at
      No
      Longer
      an
     
     
      Egg
      to
      keep
      this
      from
      happening
      again.
     
     
      when
      i'd
      finished
      completely
     
     
      undressing
      i
      stepped
      into
      the
      shower
      stall,
     
     
      being
      careful
      not
      to
      let
      the
      scalding
      water
     
     
      touch
      my
      sensitive
      skin
      until
      i'd
      turned
      the
     
     
      knob
      a
      little
      more
      towards
      COLD.
      ther...
      —
     
     
      ahc!
      no
      —
      th...
      there,
      perfect
      -
      or
      at
      least
     
     
      close
      enough.
      well
      maybe
      a
      little
      hotter,
      as
     
     
      hot
      as
      it
      can
      go
      without
      burning.
      there,
     
     
      that's
      better.
      i
      picked
      up
      the
      bar
      of
      soap
      off
     
     
      the
      built
      in
      shower
      ledge
      and
      began
      a
      froth
     
     
      while
      wetting
      the
      rest
      of
      my
      body
      under
     
     
      the
      hot
      streams
      of
      water
      coming
      down
     
     
      from
      the
      shower-head.
      making
      sure
      i
      didn't
     
     
      miss
      any
      body
      parts,
      i
      soaped
      up
      my
      hairy
     
     
      legs,
      my
      feet,
      in
      between
      my
      toes.
      my
      butt,
     
     
      my
      crack,
      and
      underneath
      my
      foreskin.
      but
     
     
      when
      i
      got
      to
      my
      breasts
      i
      noticed
      that
      they
     
     
      were
      actually
      quite
      sore
      and
      that
      i
      couldn't
     
     
      press
      too
      hard
      on
      them
      as
      they
      felt
      as
     
     
      though
      they
      were
      bruised
      and
      under
      pres-
     
     
      sure
      from
      the
      inside.
      actually,
      i
      think
      they
     
     
      were.
      it's
      probably
      just
      all
      that
      milk
      in
      -
     
     
      there
      that
      wants
      to
      come
      out,
      i
      thought,
      but
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -
      didn't
      Ilynes
      just
      empty
      one
      of
      them?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      when
      i
      finished
      washing
      my
      hair
     
     
      and
      rinsing
      all
      of
      the
      soap
      off
      of
      my
      body
      i
     
     
      just
      stood
      there
      in
      the
      shower.
      feeling
      a
      lit-
     
     
      tle
      exhausted
      now,
      probably
      from
      the
      heat,
     
     
      i
      wanted
      to
      lay
      down
      but
      there
      wasn't
     
     
      enough
      room.
      i
      sat
      down
      instead
      and
      let
     
     
      the
      hot
      water
      run
      all
      over
      my
      body.
     
    

    
     
      i
      woke
      up
      sometime
      later,
     
     
      slumped
      against
      the
      back
      of
      the
      shower
     
     
      stall
      wrinkled
      like
      a
      prune.
      the
      water
      was
     
     
      still
      drilling
      my
      chest
      and
      most
      of
      the
      rest
     
     
      of
      my
      body
      but
      it
      no
      longer
      felt
      so
      nice;
     
     
      my
      body
      had
      become
      used
      to
      the
      constant
     
     
      drill
      of
      the
      heated
      water.
      my
      face
      felt
      hot
     
     
      and
      i
      seemed
      to
      have
      no
      energy
      left
      at
      all.
     
     
      my
      whole
      body
      was
      pulsing
      as
      though
      i
     
     
      had
      a
      high
      temperature,
      which
      i
      probably
     
     
      had.
      i
      think
      i
      was
      even
      sweating
      but
      it
      was
     
     
      hard
      to
      tell,
      and
      my
      breasts
      looked
      as
     
     
      though
      they
      had
      expanded
      a
      little
      but
      it
     
     
      was
      difficult
      to
      say
      for
      sure.
      i
      dried
      myself
     
     
      off
      and
      dragged
      my
      body
      upstairs,
      heading
     
     
      towards
      my
      bed.
      as
      i
      walked
      by
      the
      back
     
     
      porch
      window
      i
      saw
      llynes
      outside
      feeding
     
     
      the
      chickens.
      looking
      at
      the
      plate
      of
      scram-
     
     
      bled
      eggs,
      still
      on
      the
      table,
      the
      beak
      was
     
     
      still
      there,
      devouring
      the
      eggs
      and
      seeming
     
     
      to
      actually
      have
      grown
      in
      strength.
      my
     
     
      breasts
      were
      sore,
      and
      i
      squeezed
      and
     
     
      pulled
      on
      one
      of
      my
      nipples
      as
      i
      stumbled
     
     
      down
      the
      hall
      towards
      my
      bed
      and
      a
      short
     
     
      spurt
      of
      milk
      shot
      out,
      burning
      my
      arm.
      i
     
     
      stopped,
      drained
      my
      breasts
      on
      the
      floor
      of
     
     
      the
      hallway,
      layed
      down
      in
      the
      puddle
      and
     
     
      went
      to
      sleep.
      when
      i
      awoke
      Ilynes
      was
     
     
      sitting
      in
      the
      living
      room
      on
      the
      couch,
     
     
      watching
      tv.
      he
      looked
      at
      me
      and
      asked
      me
     
     
      if
      i
      was
      ok
      and
      i
      said
      i
      was.
      i
      got
      up,
      still
     
     
      exhausted
      and
      without
      wiping
      myself
      off,
      i
     
     
      sat
      down
      on
      the
      couch
      with
      Ilynes,
      which
     
     
      brings
      us
      to
      the
      present.
     
    

    
     
      (there's
      more
      to
      follow,
      but
      it
      just
      ain't
     
     
      here).
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
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