While standing watch, a bizarre, prickly sensation consumed every fiber of his being: "Oooooh…" He moaned as his chest and crotch throbbed. When his arms began to itch, he scratched before noticing something odd. Small, brown feathers sprouted from his forearms, and his fingers seemed strangely elongated, not functioning as they should. Similarly, itchiness permeated his tailbone, and he felt something poke through, his trousers sliding down slightly in response. "What?..." He mumbled, not realizing how much higher his voice was. He held his hands up and noticed his fingers were stuck together and thinning past the wrist while brown plumage poked through his flesh.
"It looks like it's finally time," Marcia purred from behind Joseph.
He turned toward his employer, his expression equal parts glazed and confused. "What… What are you talking about?" he asked as his mind slowly cleared and allowed room for his fears and worries.
"Right this way," she said, grabbing Joseph by the wrist and leading him toward the hen houses.
The hen house at the end was much larger than the others; had that always been there? Joseph looked around nervously, biting his lip as he obediently followed Marcia, ignoring the noticeable sway of his hips and the bouncing of his small, budding breasts. "Where… What's going on?" he asked weakly.
"Shush now," she responded with a wave of her hand. She led the dejected man up the ramp and into the large hen house. Upon entering, a large, circular nest of hay and straw was in the center, with no chickens in sight.
Joseph looked around nervously. "Where are the chickens?" he asked in a barely audible tone. A strange compulsion urged him forward to the nest, and he stopped right in front of it.
"Don't worry about that," Marcia replied as she raised a hand and mouthed the words of a chant.
Before Joseph could reply, a silvery light enveloped him. "A-- ahh!" He gasped as his clothes disintegrated in seconds, leaving him completely nude. "W-- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" He cried in panic, trying to cover himself in desperation.
"Stand at ease and bask in the final steps of your transformation, dear," Marcia laughed, crossing her arms as she intently watched her employee.
Joseph obeyed the command and let his arms drop to his sides. “W-- Why… Why are you doing this?" He choked as tears fell from his face, unable to hide his fear despite following Marcia's orders. His growing breasts throbbed and expanded before his eyes while the withered remains of his male junk quivered ". E-- Errrghh!" He grunted and groaned, throwing his head back as the seam of his fully taut scrotum split open, his penis receding until it was merely a head.
A painful expanding sensation racked his insides as his hips pushed further apart, and he felt something within his lower abdomen split and open downward from the mass of great tension. He looked down at his now B-cup tits with a look of befuddlement.
"I told you that I'd have a punishment for your negligence ready You will be helping me make up for all those lost chickens and eggs," Marcia curtly replied, watching the show with great amusement.
Reality fully dawned on Joseph as he lost more height, his facial features softening while feathers grew from his arms at an alarming rate. “N-- no-- please… I don't-- I don't want to be a woman-- please stop, I'm sorry-- I will work for free for a year—five years even," he begged. It was then that his fingers fully fused together, elongating as his bones fused and reshaped. He tried to wiggle his fingers but found himself instead unfurling his pseudo-wings.