"Hnng..." He moaned as a tingly pang of nausea pulsed through his body's core and consumed his whole body. How much longer would it take before he lost his humanity? He stared at the analog clock above the barred door and saw it was half past noon. That meant it had been twenty-four hours since he received his nanobot injection.
"It was only one DUI... Fucking hell-- why me?" He shakily muttered, lamenting his fate. The State of Union Government didn't play around when it came to administering punishments.
Henry had no idea what he was turning into, but he had lost a few inches of height and a great deal of muscle mass. His swollen chest ached, along with a throbbing sensation below his navel. All signs pointed toward a transformation that terrified him to the core.
Minutes later, two armed security guards approached the cell. The larger of the two stepped forward, giving Henry a dull look. "It's time. Our patrons are waiting, so stand up," he demanded, unlocking the cell door as it swung open.
Henry bit his lip and hesitantly stared up at the guards. Where were they taking him? What was he becoming? A million thoughts surged through his head all at once.
"We don't get all day," the man scowled, grabbing Henry's wrist as he roughly pulled him to his feet.
Henry trembled as he was forced to his feet. "I'll go with you-- I won't resist, okay?" He pleaded.
The guard let go of his wrist and turned. "Come with us," he insisted as the two security officers led Henry down a sterile, gray hallway. Fluorescent lighting buzzed overhead, occasionally flickering.
He couldn't help but feel he was on a death march; there was no way of telling what would happen next, but the distinct feeling of his insides churning couldn't be a good sign.
Once they exited the reinforced door at the end of the hallway, Henry was led through what appeared to him as the back of a stage. 'Where the hell am I?' he mused as he was brought onto a large stage with lights and cameras focused directly on him.
He grunted as his hips popped, and his bones started to grind and pop. Now trying to repress his panic, he looked into the crowd and saw leather lounge chairs and couches with finely dressed men sitting patiently. They watched like hungry lions eyeing their prey, leaving Henry terrified and confused.
A circular bed was wheeled onto the stage before the stagehand took his leave. Henry groaned as his chest and crotch began to throb and writhe. "W-- What is this for?" He murmured, looking at the low-set bed in confusion. It was covered with blankets and cushions.
"Thank you for joining us, gentlemen!" A bombastic male voice called from the intercom. "Henrietta will be with us shortly, so please relax and enjoy the pre-show!"
Henry's eyes widened in horror. He had his suspicions already, and they were now all but confirmed. "W-- What are y-- AHHHH!" Henry cried out as his breasts suddenly grew out to a B-cup in size. In a matter of seconds, they started growing more prominent, tenting and stretching the white cotton. "N-- NOO!!!" He wailed as his voice heightened, taking on a feminine quality. His spine snapped and contorted, taking on a supple curve as his ass inflated into an increasingly pear-like shape.
Without warning, his waist tightened, and his shorts fell to the ground in a heap. "I-- I don't want to be a woman!" He shouted in panic, his face softening by the second while his nose shrunk into a small, womanly shape.
In response, some audience members laughed while others watched at the edge of their seats.
"UGGGH!!!" His breasts continued to balloon, painfully chafing against his shirt. "St-- stop, please!!! It hurts!" She begged as tears streamed from her face.
"You can either take your shirt off or wait for it to rip off, my dear!" The announcer snickered.
"What d-- AGGGHH!" Henrietta's top ripped wide open, her bouncy, D-cup tits springing free. They glistened with sweat while her nipples throbbed with sensitivity. "N-- No... Please-- oh god..." She choked, her voice now wholly female.
The audience eagerly cheered as Henrietta now stood completely naked. When an intense tightening sensation manifested between her legs, she yelped and immediately dipped a hand down to investigate, no longer feeling concerned for her modesty. Much to her horror, her scrotum was empty and growing taut as it pulled into her groin. Her cock receded while a moist, pink slit appeared down the center of what was once her ball sack. "F-- Fuck!!! D-- Don't leave!" She pleaded, grasping at her penis as her urethra closed. Seconds later, her manhood had been reduced to a fleshy pink nub nestled between the folds of her nearly-formed pussy.
Her vagina and new urethra unceremoniously popped open amidst the valley of her feminine flower. "I-- I'm a girl..." She stammered in complete disbelief, spreading the folds of her pussy. As her legs wobbled, she fell butt-first onto the bed, feeling just how cushioned her new assets were. She sat with her legs spread, feeling around as alien sensations saturated her nethers. 'This is real-- I have a fucking pussy... This has to be a dream-- a dream...' Henrietta fell into an existential crisis as the onlookers jeered and hollered.
"Now comes the best part! We're going to get our show today, folks!!!"
Henrietta didn't have time to question the announcer after a profound itchy sensation manifested on her legs, tailbone, and arms. Just as she was about to have a complete mental breakdown, a voice sounded in her head.
'Lay on your back and give them a show.'
Henrietta felt compelled to listen despite trying fervently to resist. As commanded, she laid back in bed, keeping herself partially propped up with pillows. Her legs started to spread when she shakily placed her hands on her knees and shook her head. "N-- No, I don't want to do this..." She begged.
'Give in. Embrace your new instincts.'
Tears trickled down her face as she spread her trembling legs, exposing her moist, well-formed vulva to the audience. The itchy sensation on her arms magnified as tufts of white feathers appeared on her wrists and slowly inched up her arms.
Thighs still spread, and with the onlookers jeering, Henrietta held her arms up in disbelief. "W-- what... What's happening?"
Her legs followed as they creaked and contorted while Henrietta uttered moans, her bare pussy twitching and dripping moist fluid onto the sheets. She stared down in complete horror, witnessing her toes fusing as her feet rapidly changed form. "Ahhhh!" She groaned, sweating profusely as her supple, feminine form glistened under the stage lighting. The five toes of each foot became three talons, her new digits extending outward while an additional toe inched out from the back of her ankles. It was only a matter of seconds before they resembled nothing human.
"Fuck yeah! Let's see some feathers!" One of the onlookers cheered, gaining further applause from the others.
"N-- NOOO!! I-- I DON'T WANT THIS; I'M SORRY!" Henrietta begged as her nipples and cunt ached with an unfamiliar sense of need. Her fingers quivered and pulled together. When she tried to spread her digits, they refused to budge.
It was too late; they already began fusing into a single, claw-like appendage. "M-- My hands!!!" She screamed, flexing her pseudo-wings in a fruitless effort.
The feathers crept over the surface of her soon-to-be wings, fully enveloping what used to be her hands. Simultaneously, the plumage engulfed her arms as they stretched and warped. "Ugggghh!" She wailed, keeping her trembling thighs spread for the ravenous onlookers. She barely noticed her tailfeathers growing and sticking out beneath her.
In the blink of an eye, a glossy set of wings stood in place of what were once human arms. The skin at her knees and lower tightened, taking on a wrinkly avian-like quality.
"We're nearing the finale, folks!" The announcer giddily exclaimed. "Our lovely bird maiden, Henrietta, should be feeling pressure beneath her navel right about now."
Henrietta was still gazing upon her wings and legs with a stupefied expression. She hardly registered a word the announcer spoke as the voice in her head continuously urged her down the path of least resistance.
'You're a lovely bird maiden now. Give into your true nature and let your instincts take over.'
Despite her state of fear and panic, Henrietta obeyed her conscience and instinctively bore down, pushing with her abdominal muscles. She felt something hard inside of her shift and lower, causing her whole abdomen and pussy to blissfully spasm.
"MMm-ahhhhhh!" Henrietta cooed as warm, milky waves washed through her lower body. As the pressure intensified, it just kept feeling better. 'I shouldn't-- I shouldn't give in...' She lamented, biting her lip as she tried to stop herself from pushing.
The object within her lowered further in response, and a bizarre stretching sensation radiated from low within her pelvis. She didn't fully grasp the reality of her situation, but she intuited that something was descending from her womb and had just barely opened her cervix.
"It looks like she will be laying a big one today! Let's give Henrietta a round of applause and our support!"
Reality hit Henrietta like a ton of bricks. She was laying an egg. As much as she wanted to scream and fight, it would do no good. The egg had to come out somehow, and it felt so good.
"D-- Don't watch..." She murmured, her face flushing bright crimson as an overwhelming humiliation consumed her. Her instincts kicked in harder, forcing her to bare down while letting out lewd mews and moans. As the egg entered her vaginal canal, she felt her insides stretch and quiver, accommodating the large egg's girth.
"Oooooohhh!!!" Henrietta chirped and moaned, pushing harder as the egg slipped all the way into her pussy hole, allowing her cervix to shut.
By now, the audience was ecstatic, cheering and egging their showgirl on in a show of support.
The egg slipped low enough to poke through her labia. She could not resist her avian urges and continued to push, much to everyone's glee. 'I--I don't want to be a bird...' She internally whined. Her thoughts cut off when a powerful vaginal orgasm overwhelmed her. She jerked her hips upward and cooed while the egg slipped halfway out.
Henrietta couldn't form a single rational thought as euphoria saturated every cell of her body. She hit her climax when the egg finally slid out with an abrupt pop and onto the bed. Chirps and lewd sounds flooded the auditorium while her gaping pussy hole twitched and leaked sticky lubricant all over the bedding.
"Henrietta was a real trooper today! Let's give her another round of applause!"
Henrietta lay spread-eagle on the bed, feeling that unyielding sense of humiliation creeping back into her head. Before she could devolve into a panic attack, a peculiar feeling of satisfaction came over her. She had made so many people happy by laying that egg. Everyone adored her, and she had never felt anything remotely as pleasurable in her life. A part of her knew it was wrong to think that way, but she couldn't help herself. Estrogen and other bird maiden hormones now pumped through her veins and made a strong case for why it would be best to give in. It wasn't like she could have her old life back anyway.
"We will now enter the auction portion of our show! One lucky man will walk away with the egg our lovely Henrietta just laid! We'll start the bidding at $10,000!"
Henrietta felt a deep sense of pride as the price of her egg quickly skyrocketed. Maybe repaying her debt to society wouldn't have to be a painful experience after all.