Made with Love (TF)

Made with Love

A TF story written for and with Hazel (UnsavoryRepute)

Edited By Hazel (UnsavoryRepute)

CW: Pregnant - Lactation - Egg Laying

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A Story by Duhad and Unsavoryrepute

“Hey April…” murmured Hazel, “What’s in eggnog?”

April paused, looking up from her book, eyes squinted. “Umm…eggs? Obviously? Hazel, honey, are you messing with me..?

“Huh?” Hazel blinked, shaking herself out of her reverie. “No, uhhh. I knew that, I guess. It just doesn’t taste like eggs that much. And there’s milk in it too, I guess. I was just thinking I didn’t know what was actually in it that makes it taste so nice.”

“Awww, hun.” April grinned, kicking her legs up onto one arm of the sofa while wiggling into a more comfortable position for her back fin. This was just one of her classic Hazel Questions. “I think nutmeg’s in it, and some other stuff. Sugar for sure, ummm…cinnamon maybe…oh, ya! Vanilla extract, that’s the big one. Were you thinking of making some?”

“Well, not really, I was just kind of curious. I usually only drink like one glass a year…” Hazel scratched at one ear, then paused as she caught sight of the sparkle in her shark friend’s eyes. “...but I could make some if you want?”

“Hell yes!!” cheered April, punching the air. “You’re the best, sweetie! The stores aren’t selling it anymore, either.”
“Well, I’ll see what we have!” said the hyena, padding into the kitchen. The shark sat up, eagerly hugging her knees as the sounds of clumsy rattling and spice jars clinking drifted from the kitchen. “Okay, yeah! We have all the spices, it looks like?” called Hazel.

“Oh, yessss!!” The shark’s purple tail swished behind her eagerly. “Okay, now you're talking! How many eggs do we have? Maybe you can crack a dozen and whip us up a big old batch!”

“Uhh…” Hazel hesitated, setting down the flavorings and moving back to the fridge. Her face fell as she took in the shelves before her. “Like…none.”

“None?” April demanded, crawling over the sofa and scrambling to the kitchen. “What? How do we have none?? I thought you were going to get us some!”

“Uh, well…I kinda forgot…” Hazel rubbed sheepishly at the back of her neck. “Oops.”

“Damn it… Okay, well I know we have milk! So maybe we can make some nog? It won’t be as creamy and rich, but I’m sure it will be fine.”

“Nog without eggs..? Weird…” muttered Hazel, digging around behind the fridge’s few items and then sighing heavily... “We don’t have any milk either. The fridge is more or less barren.”


“What!?” April demanded. “But I just bought like two gallons of the stuff the other… Week… Fuck, never mind… So we have no eggs and no milk, but everything else needed to make eggnog? That’s… Honestly even sadder than if we just had nothing at all.”

“I know hun.” Hazel patted her friend on the back. “Believe me, if I could, I’d go out right now and get us a fresh carton of eggs.”

“I know you would,” April moped. “I’d get us a few gallons of milk as well, but everything is closed at this hour. Damn, and Syl is coming by in the morning and she’s going to be so disappointed in us not taking care of ourselves and letting the fridge get this empty.” The shark leaned into her friend and sighed heavily. “I wish there was something we could do to fix this mess…”

Above the friends, unseen and unheard, a tiny brown-and-white cow fairy’s ears perked up and she rolled over to peer down from the top of the fridge. “Oh, do you now?” Cecilia whispered, a wide grin spreading across her muzzle as she reached down for her wand. “Well, how could I say no to such a sweet request?”

The little fairy had nearly forgotten about the pair in the nearly year-long gap since last she had happened upon them. At the time she had simply been looking for a little light entertainment, but had come away from their one sided encounter determined to check back in. While, as was typical of her fae race, she had allowed time to get away from her, she was now VERY glad to have popped in at such an auspicious moment.

“A few gallons of milk and a dozen large eggs should be no trouble at all,” she murmured, whisking her wand through the air as the friends below idly chatted away. “So long as you have the right ‘equipment’ for the job~!”

The fairy flicked her wand and a tiny spray of colorful dust took to the air, falling gently over the shark and hyena.

“Do you think coffee creamer would work for the milk?” April asked. “I mean, there’s only half a bottle left and it's hazelnut flavored, but-” She was cut off by a sudden sneeze.

“Bless you,” Hazel responded quickly, before sneezing herself. “Me too, I guess! But uh, aren't you allergic to hazelnuts?”

“Only a little.” April shrugged, looking defensive. “Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining about that the other night when…” She trailed off, her mouth slackening as she stared at Hazel’s neck.

“Perv,” Hazel snorted, then frowned at her friend’s continuing silence. “What’s up, sharkie? Earth to April?”

“Do you… Have feathers in your fur?” The shark finally asked, reaching out and lightly flicking at the downy fluff coating part of the hyena’s mane. “Like…nobody’s pillow is that bad…”



“Oh, yeah, I’ve been accessorizing.” Hazel rolled her eyes with a grin. “Of course I d…um…Hey, don’t tug at me like that, it…feels weird. And, uh. Uh, uh, uhhhh, bra..?!” the yeen trailed off into confused stammering, her eyes sliding down her friend’s body.

“What?” April asked, glancing down only for her eyes to widen as she gasped. “Oh my GOD!” She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, blushing brightly as the damp milk stains grew steadily out from her extremely tented shirt. “Don’t stare at my boobs!”

“Um, that’s kind of…tricky…” Hazel replied, blushing slightly as she nodded down. “They’re getting kind of…big? And multiplying...”

April followed her friend’s pointing finger, ignoring for a second the white feathers which had begun to poke out along the length of the yeen’s outer arm and instead stared dumbfounded at the damp bulge forming just above her crotch. Her pants had already begun to strain in their failing attempt to restrain the pink mass and already a fat, milky nipple had poked free and was pointing awkwardly up at Hazel.

“What in the hell is that!?” the shark gasped, forgetting her stretching shirt for a moment and trying to squeeze the mass back into herself, only managing to press a little squirt of milk out at her friend. “Agh, help me ice this or something, I’m swelling up!”




“Uh, a bucket would probably be more appropriate..!” Hazel stammered, turning to look for one and freezing up when she felt a sudden cramping in her guts. She hunched forward, taking  a deep breath as something that felt like a bowling ball began to form inside of her, her belly wobbling out a bit as it dropped into place.

“Erk,” managed Hazel. It wasn’t much of a reaction, but it was short, to the point, and literally the only sound she could force past her lips. The hyena crossed her legs as another something formed, bulging her belly out by half an inch.

“Are you okay?” April asked, hesitating, then reaching out with a milk-dampened hand to pat Hazel’s back. “You’re looking a little… Off. Besides the feathers, I mean.”

Hazel was feeling more than a little off. Little hot, sharp pinpricks rippled out across her body in waves, leaving her increasingly  feathery. Already her tan fur was starting to look pale against the sea of white fluffiness.

Fittingly enough, she was feeling pale as well, not just looking it. The hyena was panting for breath, sweat beading on fur and feathers alike as her belly kept filling and filling, more and more weights dropping into place. She clutched at it protectively, feeling little round shapes beneath the skin pressing forwards into her hands.

“A-April…” Hazel gasped, “I need you to t-take my pants off. I can’t exp…I just need you to do it? Please?”

April managed to resist the urge to tease her friend, but even given the situation it wasn’t easy. The shark knelt down, biting her lip with sharp teeth as she tried to ignore the way her body…jiggled as she did so. Her tits were swollen up like never before, her bra drawn painfully tight against nipples that were, frankly, way too damned sensitive. The fleshy pink mass sticking out of her jeans was pretty squished-in, too - it was definitely getting bigger, and since it had nowhere to go, it was leaking like hell. The denim was soaking wet already, and the damp patch was only spreading by the second.

Dimly, as April worked away at her friend’s own oddly-reluctant jeans, the shark realized she was leaking milk, and that meant she had an udder, and that meant she could probably work out where this was going…

She tried not to think about it. Hazel was doing the same thing regarding the feathers and the round things forming inside of her...

April realized, as the button finally popped open, that even if Hazel hadn’t had her hands busy supporting an increasingly-round belly, she’d probably have had difficulties getting these pants off herself. Her thighs were packed tight against the fabric, swelling out into plump, curvy drumsticks that the denim practically had to be peeled off of. Her feet were yellow-scaled, April noticed as Hazel clumsily kicked the jeans off, the toes already spreading into talons.



It didn’t take a genius to realize what her friend was turning into, just someone not currently in the throes of denial. Having turned into a poultry producer herself in the past was a bonus for April, and she tugged Hazel’s panties down as well, having a very good idea of what was next for the feathery hyena.

She hadn’t considered just how wet her friend was. Even having lived the changes before hadn’t prepared her for the scent; that needy, almost musky feminine smell. Where the feathers were smaller and smoother, Hazel’s pussy glinted in the light, slick and flush and almost ready to lay…

“Hm?” said April absently, staring. A moan from above broke her concentration.

“I d-don’t think I can help you myself just now, April…” panted Hazel, feathery fingers rubbing at her belly. Her tail had fluffed out, stubby but distinctly avian now. “You’ll need to get the bucket yourself, or we’re gonna ruin the carpetttt-hnnnnnng…” April could see, even as she started to pull herself upright, the way her friend’s pussy was beginning to pulse, drooling out onto the doomed carpet. An egg couldn’t be far off. “C-c-closet…” Hazel whimpered.

As April turned, Hazel’s legs quivered, and a sand-colored shape pushed ever so slightly out from her lips…



April sloshed - sloshed! - over to the closet, as quickly as she dared. Her own jeans had given way, the udder flopping out to dangle. With every step she took, she could feel the milk swilling around inside her, making the udder sway from side to side. And on top of that, her top was pressing out more and more, dark stains starting to form above the nipples…

The milky shark bent down, jiggling again and moaning slightly this time as she got the bucket. It wasn’t her fault, it was just the way her udder sloshed and…why was it so full?? It was almost starting to ache with how taut it had become, full of warm, creamy milk. As it turned out, she’d gotten the bucket right on time, the flow of her dripping teats increasing until there were little white streams pouring out of her down into the bucket.

It was a good thing it was a big bucket. She’d need it.

As she stood, milk trickling down into the pail, her tail swished in front of her reflexively. This got a stare. Shark tails were not known for swishing, nor for their flexibility. They definitely weren’t known for being small and thin and having a little tuft of red fur at the tip. She curled it in front of her for a moment, watching as it dwindled down into a skinny, short little thing. And then, quite suddenly, there was something else taking up all of her attention.




It was as though her body had decided to heck with doing it all slow and gradual, it’s time for a BIG OLD growth spurt! With a loud shrrriiipppp, April’s clothes found there was a lot more of her to contend with, denim and cotton ripping open beneath an abundance of, well, April. Her jeans were stretched tight by thick, swollen thighs, she could feel her belly pressing her shirt up, soft and chubby, and her top… not only had the middle of her shirt ripped open by the Power of Cleavage, but her bra had torn in half, too. It hung awkwardly over her nipples, already sliding down over them and making them stiff. She’d gained easily fifty, maybe sixty pounds in just a few seconds.

And she was still growing. She could feel it, the way her ruined clothes were tearing apart, denim stretching out over her thighs and tits. She could see more and more short, white fur, stained with red splotches, as it overtook her sleek, rough scales.

But that wasn’t what concerned her. The changing shark rounded the corner back into the kitchen as quickly as she could, because if her changes had just sped up…

Hazel’s had too.

If April had put on fifty pounds, the yeen had put on twice that. The thickie chickie had squatted down, back to the wall, her shirt stretched out across her nipples. The bra was long gone, each cup hanging down beside her heavy breasts, far too small to contain them. Her belly was full and round, her hands massaging it as much as supporting it now.

She couldn’t manage to say anything, not huffing for breath as she was, but her head did tilt up thankfully as she saw April returning with the bucket. At least one of them was taken care of for the momenohhhh GOD here it comeshereitcomeshereitcomes-

Hazel’s mind disintegrated, leaving only sensation. Her vision tessellated, then blurred into nothingness as her brain laser-focused on The Egg. She could feel her aching pussy pulsing, stretched tight inside by the smooth, fat oval, pressing gently out between her lips before being drawn agonizingly back inside. Shivers ran up and down her spine, accompanied by involuntary twitches and shudders. Somewhere, she was aware that she was drooling.

The egg made another push for freedom, hanging on the cusp of pushing out for a moment before drawing back. Hazel let out a whimpery moan, her mind settling on the only word it could think of.

“April..!!”

“It’s okay, hun, I’m here…” murmured April. For the moment, her hands were occupied, clumsily tugging at her udders in an attempt to soothe the all-encompassing pressure. “Deep breaths, Hazel. I’ve been through this before - your body will get you most of the way, but you need to give it a push when you feel close. You can do this..!”




April’s voice felt far away, but Hazel latched onto it, trying to pull the world back into focus. Slowly, slowly, the egg pushed outwards again, this time backed, she could feel, by a second one. She tried to bite her lip, but found she didn’t have one - her muzzle was clenching itself tight, her nose flattening as it slipped backwards, as though her face was being squished in a press until it was short and hard and a fetching shade of yellow.

The egg crowned, becoming the centre of her world once again, and this time she strained as best she could, moaning as her pussy stretched around it. Almost…

It slipped free, as did a cry somewhere between ecstasy and arousal and sheer relief. The second followed quickly after, then a third, a fourth, a fifth, plopping down into a little pile, still slick with fluids.

“Did…” Mumbled Hazel, blearily looking down as if she could see her new clutch through her still-taut belly, “Did I just lay an eehhggggggghh…” With another, drawn-out moan, a sixth egg pressed between her pussy lips, pausing for a literally pregnant moment before finally slipping free and landing with a gentle clack amidst the rest.






“A few of them, sweetie! And plenty more on the way, from the looks of it…” said April gently, her chicken friend looking at her belly and blushing pink amidst her feathers. Hazel was covered in fluffy whiteness, her hair having turned bright red as it tumbled down into them. The newly-avian girl had packed on plenty of meat, both white and dark - she was wide and soft-set, even before accounting for her egg-swollen belly. The chicken’s breasts would have caught anyone’s eye, plump and heavy as they were, if April’s weren’t in the same room. And her rear was wide and plush, flowing down into thick, juicy thighs, and, and… And April realized, blushing herself, that she was staring. It wasn’t exactly the time - her friend needed comfort and reassurance after something as disorienting and exhausting as her first clutch.

These were the thoughts running through her mind as she stepped forward to hug her friend, right before she tripped forward on feet curling into hard-tipped pink hooves. Luckily for both of them, it was a soft landing.

“Ah… sorry about that…” said April, through a faceful of feathers. She tried to right herself, but her legs were still shaky, the hooves pressing her up as if she were standing on tip-toes.

“Mmhmhph…” responded Hazel. April’s eyes widened as she realized she could not see her friend's face, buried as it was between her massive… Oh my! She quickly drew herself back as far as she could without overbalancing. “Uh, I ummm…soft..?” murmured the chicken, her face almost the same shade as her hair. “Was I just, uhh?? Were those… you can lean forward again if you like…”
“Heh, same Hazel as ever…” chuckled April, ruffling her friend’s feathers. “Ordinarily I’d oblige, but honestly these things kind of hurt right now? I feel like I could burst!” Hazel’s dreamy expression faded into one of worry as she looked up at her friend’s bust almost clinically, her lustful expression temporarily fading. They were thick and round and gorgeous, yes, but they were almost too round, too full. April’s udder was likewise strained, bulging with milk. It was something Hazel was familiar with, and with the all-encompassing press of egg gone from her mind, it was something she was well-equipped to deal with.

“Okay, well… I’m not sure I can do this as well as normal with feather-fingers like this, but I can sort of… Demonstrate how to milk yourself, if you want?” said Hazel, looking up. “I’ve got a lot of experience being, err…full.” At a nod, Hazel gently took an udder teat in each hand.

“Damn, lost my grip for a second…these are pretty hard to work with, yeah. But you want to sort of alternate, get into a rhythm. Two in each hand - hold from the top, and sort of ripple your fingers down. You don’t need to tug to get a good flow going, but it, um…can feel kind of nice, if you do it right…”

“Mmmmmh…” sighed April, following along only marginally less clumsily than the chicken could manage, but getting a decent flow of milk pouring into the bucket nonetheless. “Thanks for the help, that’s already feeling a lot better. But, ah…what about up here?” She gestured almost helplessly to her swollen, dripping rack.

Hazel’s eyes glinted.

“Well it’s mostly the same, to be honest! You have less nipple to work with, so you really want to get them nice and stiff… which, er, they already are, I see, and then working them in the same way. Although, if you’re interested…” the chicken’s voice sank an octave, a teasing tone seeping into it, “I know another way of getting it out. It’s not as efficient, true, but it works wonders nonetheless…”

“Sure, go for ittttt-” April’s voice rose to a squeal as Hazel carefully clamped onto one nipple, taking it gingerly between her beak. “Oooooh, that feels weird! G-go for it, girl.” Hazel’s tongue swirled across the stiff, puffy surface of it, lapping up the milk that was already flowing before starting to suck it out. It was warm and sweet, with a subtle, unique taste that was hard to pin down, but was a little like strawberries.

As Hazel wrestled with the difficulties of using her beak to maximum effect, April leaned back, savoring the feeling of two pairs of hands working in tandem down below and her friend’s mouth drinking straight from her tap above. With two taut, sensitive areas being worked at the same time, she was practically losing herself in the moment, her teeth grinding against each other as they began to flatten out, her snout broadening.




With a lowing Moooooo~! April’s face pressed outwards, no longer the sleek V of a shark, terror of sea and swimming pool alike, but the soft, broad U of a cow, terror of…grass. And hay, on a good day. Ears flopped out into existence as little dark nubs of horn pressed up through her curls of purple hair.

“That is so hard,” said Hazel, releasing her beak. “It’s way easier to do that with lips, so I hope that was fun for you - oh, wow, you’re so cute…” The chicken looked up at the cow adoringly, and as their eyes met both girls began to blush. Perhaps it was simply her words, or maybe the reality of their situation was starting to hit home, but each girl began to feel quite warm inside once again…

“So, um…” said Hazel, after a few moments, “You’re really looking the part of the mom friend now, huh? Soft and milky…”

“Way to kill the moment!” snickered April, grateful for the distraction. “Like you’re one to talk, though - considering you just laid a clutch of eggs, I think you’re way more of a mom friend at the moment!”

“My eggs..!” said Hazel, looking back at the little clutch, wide-eyed. “Oh, gosh, what do I do..? Do I need to, um, sit on them? Keep them warm..?”

“Sit on me…” April mumbled under her breath, and then, as Hazel looked back quickly amended, “Er, shouldn’t be any need! It’s not like you’ve had any run-ins with strapping roosters, so these eggs should be good for eating, or for… eggnog…” She paused, frowning. “Don’t tell me THAT’S why all this happened?”
“Oh, I’ll just bet…” grumbled Hazel, clutching her belly, “That’s kind of how our lives go. Why did YOU get to be the cow, huh??? I’m feeling kinda jealous at the moment; it’s only so long before the rest of these try to make a break for it…”

April laughed. “I’ll help you set up a little nest, how’s that, hun? You can be nice and comfy while you’re laying…and I’ll keep you company the whole time. I’m sure I’ve got a lot of milk I still need to get out, after all…”

Their eyes roamed once more over each other’s newly-changed bodies before meeting again, and April turned away to get nesting materials only reluctantly,

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“Are you two in he-” A red squirrel poked their head around the corner of the doorframe, and their eyes boggled. “Oh my god, what happened last night?”

“Oh, um…morning Syl..!” said April sleepily. The cow looked up from the still-snoozing Hazel’s shoulder, blinking in the light. “It got a little weird, ya. Don’t even ask about how, but on the bright side…I don’t think we’re gonna be out of eggnog for a long time. There’s plenty in the kitchen, so help yourself.”




“Is that, uh…okay? Like, isn’t it kind of weird?” stammered Syl, taking in the little heap of eggs Hazel was nestled upon, and the buckets surrounding April.

“C’mon, Syl…” said April, grinning with the goofy energy that comes best to the half-awake, “It’s all natural, organic, farm-fresh, and as local as it gets…” She gave one breast a light squeeze, causing a thin trickle of milk to leak from her nipple. “Go on, have a taste! Don’t be so sheepish!”

With a glimmer, the fairy poked her head over the top of the fridge. “Ooooh, did someone say sheep-ish..?”