Maybe it was a little excessive….

This sudden nuance crossing Orchid’s mind, as she realized that she may have bitten off more than she could chew regarding the sizable sex toy she had meticulously picked out for this deviant demonstration. The hippogriff hoping to impress, though now she was on stage she could see that the comically oversized dildo she had selected might have been a bit much for her, seeing as it had been clearly designed to demolish the dunghole of a debaucherous dragon many times her size. The time for second doubts long gone though, as Orchid knew she had committed to the carnal colossus, even if its imminent insertion might break her backdoor.

Orchid having little doubt that this gruesome outcome was what some of the more morbid gawkers in the crowd were counting on. The hen knowing the perverse tastes of her coworkers well enough, and she was sure that more than a handful would get off to the sight of the perky pigeon’s belly popping under the engorged strain of the sizable shaft that would soon be stretching her sphincter into a choking scream. Not like the fear of making a mess would stop the formel from flaunting her flank, as in truth she had pegged her pucker with bigger, especially if there was a teased reward from her often-enigmatic employer.

Even now his golden eyes were watching her every move intently, as he sat upon his throne in the corner of the room, clearly curious to see what his bubbly servant had to show for him, as she sauntered her rump seductively on stage. The leering griffon’s stoic glare not giving away anything, though the hen knew her boss well enough to know that he was still in a mood seeing as how his morning negotiations had not gone well. The trade talks with Miss Calvert had supposed to be fruitful, but instead, they had ended with Grimm vigorously fucking the buxom businesswoman down his throat. Ainslie… Ashleigh… Aliza… Orchid struggling to remember the first name she had jotted down for the woman when she had arranged the appointment, not like the little details mattered now, seeing as apart from a few mewling squeals she had been easily bolted down by Grimm.

Miss Calvert’s career amounting to just a lump of well-dressed meat, slowly being converted to chyme and chub within the churning care of a gluttonous gang lord’s gut. The griffon capping off the whimpering brunette with a brief belch, before washing her down with a hot cup of tea, as though the writhing opinion of his squirming snack meant nothing to him. Of course, that had been a few hours ago, and now from a quick glance there was no noticeable beneath his feathers, indicating that his early lady lunch was now just pudge, a pellet to be passed, and perhaps a baking bowel movement waiting for him to pass, though Orchid suspected he had already relieved himself of Miss Calvert’s drab company. That was not the end of the woman though, as the hen could see the cock fidgeting with something shiny in his clawed hand, which Orchid could only assume was the grid key for his most recent indulgence of filling female flesh and her perspective prize, if she could complete the little trial he had laid out before her of course.

Grimm having odd ways to reward his staff for their loyalty, and the possibility that he would manipulate the predictable reformation protocols of the grid to render Miss Calvert into an on-demand MRE was not out of the question. The griffon had previously expressed his disdain about Orchid taking a little long on her lunch breaks, so the ability to instantly stuff her stomach with a supple serving of bleating biomass at the push of a button might be a useful employee benefit; well, if she could earn the honour of whatever implant, he had in mind that was, though it was clear it now involved the key of the ingested individual he was now toying with. The thought enough to make Orchid tense her tooshie in trepidation, as she just hoped that she could relax long enough to be able to wear down her rectal resistance and fully sheathe the synthetic schlong in her soon-to-be screaming shitter. Grimm had not mentioned the punishment if she were to fail, but it was not like he was giving her a choice about performing to gain his attention or favour, seeing as an intern’s rights at the Graffiti Crime syndicate only extended to if she was within swallowing distance.

Steeling herself, Orchid gave a waggling little flourish with her hips, before easing backwards with a suggestive saunter, allowing her nibbling arsehole to yawn wide, as it made contact with the titanic flare of the mammoth phallus. The blunt girth stretching her out, as though the gigantic genitalia proved challenging, it didn’t stop the hen from impaling herself with a quivering grunt. The hippogriff twisting her rump just right as she edged along the dildo’s lubricated length, as she smoothly bent her bowel in just such a way as to straighten out her sigmoidal, allowing the rubbery shaft to correctly slot into her now properly aligned lower colon. Orchid lining herself up as to not spear her heart, before shunting her rump down, spearing herself to the hilt in a fluid motion, followed by a few floundering jitters as she settled onto the base with a gagging gasp. The bludgeoning sensation hurt, but thankfully the hen didn’t feel anything tear, though the hen could barely breathe from the pressure of the obtuse object that had buckled her brown eye and was currently harpooning her cramped core. Orchid taking a shallow breath, then another one, before she finally heard the raspy sound of approval from her boss that she had earned her mysterious purse, as with a blasé wave and a cold expression, he beckoned her closer so he might impart to her the glistening trinket wrapped around his talons….


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When upset or bored, It was not uncommon for Grimm to offer up challenges, trials or tasks for his staff under the pretenses of earning a reward or his favour. In this case, Orchid is trying her luck at a possible prize, though I don't think Grimm is that bothered if her arse can accommodate that massive dildo, as he would likely be equally happy to see his intern pop during the attempt...

A lemon done for Gizmo, for an image done by Stardep ( https://twitter.com/StardepC ) This one features Gizmo's hen Orchid, and a titanic toy.

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