Ray couldn't help but sigh as he took a seat at his local diner. The city had sounded so interesting at first, but now with this whole TransFun business, city life really slimmed down his options.

Of course, he'd tried the usuals: dogs, cats, rabbits. But then the dark-haired man had made the mistake of trying out a pigeon. The avian form had really stuck with him, leaving Ray with a desire for more, a desire that he couldn't sate.

It wasn't really flight that had gotten him hooked—though that certainly was one of the best parts about becoming a bird. The real thing that had Ray's interest was the prospect of laying eggs; of living like an animal.

Ray sighed louder as the waitress approached, a friend of his from a dog transformation. “Hey Holly. What's up?” He asked, looking at her with a tired smile

“What's up?” Holly laughed. “I should be asking you that, coming in my diner and sighing all of the time! You'll get people depressed!”

“Sorry, my bad.” Ray grinned tiredly. “It's just... Have you ever wanted a vacation?” He smiled a little nervously, adjusting his glasses.

“What, me? No, never.” Holly rolled her eyes sarcastically, sitting in the booth across from Ray. “What's this really about?”

Ray chuckled. “You sure you should be talking to me like this? Don't you have other customers to tend to?”

Holly flicked him on the forehead, and Ray squeaked in surprise. “Honey, I think that Brit can stand to take a few more customers. Now what's this really about? I know that if it was just a vacation, you'd have already taken it.”

Ray laughed nervously. Holly knew as well as he did that he was self-employed, an artist who was hardly starving thanks to some lucky sales. “It's... I mean...”

“Breathe, honey. I won't judge you. Hell, we first met as dogs, didn't we?” Holly's eyes twinkled as she leaned in closer. “Or is this about TransFun?”

Ray nodded quietly, looking up to meet her eyes with a grin. “I really want to be out on the farm, transformed into...” He blushed, unable to go on.

“A stallion? Sheepdog? Mule?” Holly offered, ticking off her fingers as she went.

“A chicken.” Ray blushed more as he admitted it.

Holly laughed, as expected. But to his surprise, it was good-natured, not mocking. “Well hell, why didn't you say so?” She asked with a grin.

“Come again?” Ray blinked, arching an eyebrow curiously.

“You know how a lot of our products come from T. Farms?” Holly grinned.

Ray blinked again, lost. He shrugged, making a noncommittal sound as he slurped at his soda.

“T. Farms? The 'T' is really there for 'Transformation'. It's a TransFun-run business, where people get to have productive vacations as things like cows and chickens. You know, animals that give something back. The company's also known as TransFarms, though that's not official.” She added, a small smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.

Ray's mouth fell slack. He'd never heard of that before! “Why don't they just call it TransFarms?” He asked, his mind already coming up with a plan for the next week.

Holly smiled back. “Because most city folk don't enjoy drinking milk that came from a person. Even if that person was a cow at the time.”

Ray nodded excitedly. That made sense, even though it meant it had taken him until now to find them.

“Hey, Holly? If you don't mind, I need to go.” Ray grinned, eager to look them up and head down to their office.

The waitress laughed, grabbing his arm. “Not so fast! You think you can wait a few days?”

“How come?” Ray asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I've got time off coming up, and I've always wondered what laying an egg feels like. Besides, we can save on gas.” Holly smiled up at him. “Call it a date.”

Ray grinned. “Let's.”

The next few days went by in a blur, and before he knew it, Ray was standing alone in a small 'Changing Room' booked to himself. There was a chicken-sized door in the one corner, apparently the door to his new life for the next week,

“Ready to begin, Mr. Ray?” A voice called in over the room's intercom.

Ray smiled, then he grinned as he realized that they couldn't see him. The room was totally enclosed, apparently only unlocking once the transformee had passed through the door for their species.

“Yes!” Ray called out, feeling a little silly for keeping his clothes on. But he was a fan of classic transformations, and if it meant his old clothes got ruined, then that only heightened the fun.

That said, he wasn't a fan of anything involuntary, so the bespectacled man had chosen for a more calming transformation package. Apparently they offered various roleplay changes, but Ray was fine keeping it simple.

A fan started blowing in the room, and Ray looked up to see a light mist filling the confines of his chambers. It was a gentle, soothing feeling that left the city boy feeling refreshed and excited.

Ray grinned eagerly, hoping that Holly was having as much fun as he was. Transforming with her was always fun, and having a friend on the farm made it more than worth the wait.

The man closed his eyes, breathing deep of the mist and calming his nerves. Just a few minutes more and he'd be clucking up a storm, loving the feeling of being a free-range animal.

Ray smiled to himself, then his head jerked forward with a loud “Cluck!” Ray blushed, looking back to the intercom.

“Okay, so it sounds like your transformation's begun. We'll be there to collect your things and get you to the coop in half an hour if you don't take the door, so don't worry.” The woman chirped over the speaker. “And have a lovely change!”

Ray grinned back at the intercom, laughing to himself happily as a familiar tingling spread across his body. He shivered, opening his eyes and looking at his arms as they began to grow feathers.

It started with the usual goosebumps on his skin. There were countless little dots lining his arms, and Ray brushed a hand over them with a small smile, feeling the bumps as though he was reading braille.

Then, as he trailed his hand along the skin again,he felt thin stubble forming, like the onset of hundreds of small hairs. Ray beamed at the sight, watching the little white quills poking from his skin and lengthening as they grew. He could feel each and every feather-to-be as it grew from his body, filling him with pleasure and excitement alike.

The man grinned wider as the quills began to fluff up, small strands of hair poking from all of them to complete what would be a downy coat. Ray pet his arm again, noticing how the skin under his fingers was getting mottled and gray.

His fingers! Ray quickly took off his shoes while he still could, tossing them to a corner of the room along with his socks. He'd considered letting his toes burst from his shoes like in a monster flick, but Ray had done that last time with his pigeon transformation. This time he wanted to see the skin on his toes darken; to see the flesh turned mottled and hard.

He wasn't disappointed, the changes moving there next as though to grant his wish. Ray wiggled his toes against the ground, shivers running up his spine as his end pair of toes and his middle pair conjoined.

As Ray's toes changed, his heels started to grow further out too. He shifted back onto them, feeling his weight redistribute on his shifting feet. “Oh, this is perfect!” Ray chirped happily, wiggling his toes again.

This time he noticed that the tips of his toes were all hardening, as though his nails were expanding to give him small and sharp talons. Sure enough, his new rear toe was just as sharp as his front toes were.

The man laughed aloud, watching as his feet began to darken to a golden yellow; his skin began to crack as it got tougher. Ray's feet slimmed down more and more, his toes seeming to grow longer and longer as the main body of his feet receded into his ankle.

That was one of the best parts about avian transformations: the change in walk you had to make when your toes were the biggest parts of your feet. Ray hobbled slightly around the room, laughing with amusement at how strange it felt.

This was incredibly exciting, and he felt more than a little turned on as the yellow calloused material swept up his legs like socks. He watched as his calves turned dark and calloused, leaving him to stand on chicken legs.

Again, a wave of arousal swept through the young man's body, and he looked down to his shorts, realizing it was time to abandon them—and possibly his gender as well. He tugged down his pants, falling back against the small chair in the room as he began to stroke at his hard member.

Ray's feathers were downy-soft against his trembling flesh, and the man groaned with lust as the feeling of his reshaping hands against his hard cock. He chuckled at the thought: a chicken getting ready to lose her cock.

As the thought ran through his mind, a rush of pleasure coursed through his spine, and he cupped his cock with his hands, feeling his fingers merge with one another, their flesh melting as they conjoined.

The city boy grinned with pleasure as he began to gently pump at himself, feeling his soft feathers stimulating his sensitive cock more and more. He loved the feeling of change; loved the sensation of his hands morphing into wing tips.

Ray groaned loudly as his fingers uncurled themselves from his shaft, and he soon had to use both wings to rub up and down his length to attain the same heights of pleasure.

An idea popped into his head, and the young man blushed to himself as he started to moan aloud. He'd never really been one for vocal masturbation before, but there was something incredibly sexy about the thought of his voice turning into a chicken's as he pleasured himself.

“Aaah! Oh, God!” Ray breathed, his wings working faster and faster up his length. His cock started to tingle with change, and the young man groaned even more at the realization that he was one step closer to becoming a chicken.

“Y-yes, change me more!” Ray breathed. “Like that, make ma a chAWKen!” His head inclined forward as he clucked, and the young man blushed hard, feeling his throat begin to tingle.

“Aaa-AWK! BUH-GAWK!” Ray shouted, loving the feeling of his voice changing. “I'm AWK CHUCKGAWK!” His cock ached more, and the dark-haired man gleefully pumped at himself harder and harder, determined to shout himself hoarse.

“B-B-BGAWK-UK-UK!” He clucked, his head jerking slightly as his other head ached more and more. Pleasure was coursing all along his body, burning through his every nerve. He wanted—needed to cum!

Ray's balls ached as they pulled back into his body, one at a time. He shivered again, his cock beginning to draw back towards his ass, out of reach of his feathers. That said, he was at the point of no longer needing to touch himself; his changes providing him with enough pleasure on their own. “Ahh! AHH! AWK! AWK!” Ray moaned, beating his wings at the air to cool his hot body as his cock pulled further back between his legs.

Soft, downy feathers grew around his length and the man found himself falling to his back, thrusting his hips into the feathers coating the insides of his thighs, desirously begging the changes to continued.

“AWK! Need TAWK! Cum! Cu-UH-UGAWK!” Ray shouted, his cock twitching as he finally found release, releasing his last load as a man for the next week. His cock kept throbbing and ejaculating as it withdrew into himself, as though it was determined to spend every last drop of maleness he had as it became a cloaca.

“CK-GAWK!” Ray yelled, his eyes tightly shut as his member pulled inward, leaving a soft hole by his ass. His wings beat hard at the air, and he scrabbled his claws on the ground as one last orgasmic feeling rushed through him.

Then, just like that, he was now a she; a very excited she. That felt great, it felt wonderful! Ray beat her wings as she righted herself, her claws scrabbling for purchase on the ground.

The whole room looked a little larger around her, and she tilted her head, clucking faintly. Was that just her head, or was she really shrinking? Her shirt certainly felt large enough on her...

Ray wobbled forward on his chicken legs, shivering as they cracked and reformed, his bones now giving him a much more natural stance. He clicked his way to the end of the room, then headed back to the other edge—both times avoiding the puddle in the center of the floor, of course.

As she walked, she shrank down more and more, until her shirt acted more as an ill-made dress, hanging low around herself and serving as a constant reminder of her changes.

Ray beamed. This was even better than she'd have imagined! She might need to book some more vacations here! Ray grinned happily, her shirt billowing around her as she flapped it off, poking out from under it to watch the rest of her body change.

Her thighs were next, the downy thin feathers soon joined by more and more as Ray's legs completely covered themselves. The second the feathers had enclosed Ray's legs, her thighs began to swell, as though they were glad to be out of sight.

She clucked aloud with happiness, then yelped as her hips popped, sending her thighs further out to the sides of her body. Ray laughed with amusement, the sound more akin to chirping now, as she strutted across the room, needing to bounce a little due to how far apart her legs were.

Her arms ached next, and Ray clucked softly as they began to pull back into her body, leaving her with short and stubby wings. She flapped them, chirping with laughter at the thought of flying with such short wings.

As she flapped them idly, her belly ached next. The girl looked down to see her belly expanding, growing out larger and larger with every passing second. She clucked loudly, not having expected a chicken body to be so fat! Then again, they were used for food...

Ray clucked again, echoing the first with a calming cluck. Of course TransFun wouldn't serve her for dinner. That said, there was the matter of her belly... Ray looked down to it and clucked with distaste.

She didn't mind the weight as much as she did having that much bare skin. Thankfully, the transformation seemed willing to comply with her desires, and that familiar feeling of pins-and-needles came along her belly a moment later.

Ray squawked happily, a smile on her face as she ran her little wings along her belly, feeling that smooth sensation of feather against feather. She watched the downy fluff come in, warming her bare belly eve as her gut began to feel warmer and warmer on the inside.

Ray looked down to her gurgling belly, wondering what was happening beneath her chest. She could feel her heart beginning to beat faster, and her breathing came a little shallower.

Before she could focus too much on her reshaping insides, Ray's back started to itch. She cooed loudly as a veritable wave of feathers swept their way along her back, cascading from her shoulders down to her butt.

And as the feathers reached her rear, the former city boy's tailbone began to ache. She let out a loud squawk, feeling new feathers coming in along her bottom. These were the longest ones yet, pushing from her skin with a long and steady aching.

Ray fluttered her wings, her wings flapping and her tail waggling madly as she tried to adjust to having such long feathers. The changing chicken hopped around the room, giddy at the prospect of being one step closer to becoming a chicken.

Her shoulders popped and cracked as she hopped, and Ray fluttered her wings as they pulled even further back on her body. Her spine snapped as well, and Ray squawked indignantly as she was forced into an avian stoop.

The chicken-to-be stretched out her new back, groaning loudly as her head started to ache next. This was it, the most drastic change of the lot. She clucked loudly as her head began to shrink, getting smaller and smaller on her body.

As her skull reformed around her shrinking brain, instinctive changes began to settle into her mind. Ray began to feel the overwhelming urge to nibble at corn seed, or any kind of small foods like that. Her strutting began to take on an avian fluttering rather than a human gait, and she found herself lulling into voicing a gentle “Pock-pock-pock.”

Ray really loved these mental changes too. She could feel all of her human worries drifting away, still within memory but never in concern. She tossed her head out as her hair fell from her scalp, pushed out by feathers.

She clucked happily, clicking her tongue against her teeth as they began to pull back into her gums, a hard and keratinized growth pushing out from her face, absorbing her nose and her mouth.

Small nostrils formed at the sides of this forming beak, and Ray clicked her beak together a few times to get the hang of how it worked. It was a lot like a pigeon's, but more oriented for being fed than actively feeding on things.

In other words, it was perfect for her. Ray clucked contentedly as feathers covered her cheeks, pushing out from her eyebrows, racing under her chin. She felt so soft and downy now; her whole body was covered!

Ray's eyes ached and she closed them, trying to feel rather than see her eyes stretching to the sides of her head. They ached, her skull feeling like someone was tugging on it as her vision shifted to a prey-gaze. Finally, the feeling stopped, and she opened them to see much more of the room than she had before.

The girl tilted her head left and right, seeing her chickeny form in all of its glory. Well, in almost all of its glory... Her sinuses began to ache, and the girl grimaced as her wattle came in, a rich and healthy pinkish-red.

It was like the last uncovered bits of her skin had stretched out, toughening up as they grew. She felt a lot cooler now, feeling her body's head circulate to her new growths, and Ray clucked contentedly, settling into her clothes and shutting her eyes happily.

Then she realized: why was she just sitting her in a makeshift nest? She could have her own coop! The chicken in Ray's head chirped at him, demanding she head out the little door and see what her stay for the week would look like.

Suddenly invigorated, Ray was all too willing to oblige. She fluttered her way over to the door, wobbling through a moment later. To her surprise, it led to a little metal pathway that smelled strongly of other chickens, and Ray wobbled down it, clucking contentedly.

She reached its end a moment later, only for another chicken to squawk loudly, rushing over to her and cover her in nuzzles and gentle pecks. Ray responded back instinctively, churring as her neck ran along her the other chicken's.

Her nose picked up a familiar scent, and she chirped happily a moment later, recognizing this brown-feathered chicken as Holly. The other chicken's eyes lit up as Ray recognized her, nuzzling Ray harder and clucking contentedly.

“All right.” A loud male voice greeted them, and the two birds swiveled their head to see a man in overalls greeting them. “Now, which of y'all is Holly?”

Holly lifted a wing, clucking happily. Ray chirped with laughter at how silly and human-like the action looked. Her inner chicken was telling her that it was much better to simply cluck her acknowledgement.

The farmer looked to Ray with a smile. “And that makes you Ray.”

Ray clucked demurely, her head bobbing gently as her instinct called for.

The man laughed aloud. “Well, I'm Tommy O'Hara. My daughter and I'll be taking care of you for the next few days.” He reached down, clipping a small plastic tag around both of their legs. “This'll help me find you when your time's done.”

Ray looked at the band, her eyes wide as she realized that she could barely feel the thick metal band around her leg. That calloused skin was good for something after all, it seemed.

Holly chirped by Ray's side, her own feathers ruffling as she looked at her friend. She clucked interrogatively, as though she was asking Ray what they'd do next.

To Ray's surprise, she had no idea. She'd dreamed of living as a chicken for so long that now that she could, she had no idea what she wanted to do first! She fidgeted anxiously, looking up to Tommy for guidance.

“You all seem like you're a little confused, so why don't you follow me? I'll lead you over to your new home for the next few weeks; let you work out what to do from there.” He smiled at the two of them, turning to the farm and ambling off.

Ray clucked loudly and trotted after him, her chicken legs working to keep up. Holly followed behind, though her pace was a good deal slower. Ray looked back to find his friend slowly strutting forward, still trying to walk as a person. It looked like she needed some help when it came to hopping about as a bird, and so Ray found herself fluttering back to Holly.

The brown-feathered chicken looked up to her snow-white friend, and even in these bodies Ray could tell that she was embarrassed to need help. Ray clucked soothingly and hopped in front of Holly, slowly making a flitting hop forward to demonstrate how chickens moved.

Holly clucked with amusement, then repeated the motion, almost falling flat on her beaked face. But, to her evident surprise, some of her avian instincts had kicked in and caused her to right herself, flitting forward instead of falling.

Ray clucked with amusement, patting her wings together in a facsimile of applause. She then hopped to Holly and nuzzled her, glad she had a friend in this transformation.

After all, this body was like nothing she'd been in before. Her frame was light, just like any other bird's body—but now she had the added bulk of a farm animal to herself. It was more than a little odd that she couldn't fly despite being a bird, though she could at least flutter.

Holly, on the other hand—or wing, as it were—didn't seem to have a problem with her form, instead constantly clucking as if to hear her voice. Ray found her actions to be more than a little amusing, remembering her first change into a songbird and how she'd tweeted herself hoarse.

So it was that the two chickens passed the time that it took to follow Tommy to their new home, a wooden hut connected to a mesh wire tent. There weren't any chickens in there now, but judging by the scent there would be soon.

“All right.” Tommy chuckled. “Right now our other hens are out in the yard, giving you some time to get used to your new house. So, that aside, it's time to stop treating you like people and start treating you like the hens that you are.” He nodded to himself, then picked up Ray with both of his hands.

Ray squawked loudly, her wings fluttering as her avian mind panicked. She was being picked up, she was going to be eaten, she was prey! Her heart hammered and she was barely able to keep herself under control as the farmer laid her in her coop.

Of course that was barely any better, a new and alien room that had the scent of previous inhabitants. It was like a wooden box of nightmares which she couldn't escape from, and Ray found herself fluttering around its empty confines anxiously, her heart beating.

The ground was hay, but that was hardly comforting to her. Instead, the strands of wheat seemed to snare in the scent of other chickens, reminding Ray that this was not her home, that she was someplace she shouldn't be.

Some of the scents were clustered around small bundles of hay that could only be nests, and Ray found herself worrying what the other hens would do when they returned to find her in their midst.

A loud clucking heralded the arrival of another hen, and Ray found Holly seemed just as anxious as she was. Still, the presence of another hen was oddly comforting to Ray, and she found herself settling down now that she had company.

It looked like Holly was feeling the same, clucking anxiously, sniffing through her beak around the coop's nests. Ray blinked, then found herself curious to do the same. She wanted to find a nest by Holly, after all.

To her surprise, it was a lot easier than she'd thought. Her new nostrils seemed capable of distinguishing how old the scents were around the nests, and the hen fluttered over beside Holly to settle into a small bundle of hay by her friend.

Her heart finally began to still as she realized that this was home, that this was a safe place. Ray fluttered her wings anxiously as she looked to Holly, clucking with quiet happiness.

Holly responded with clucks of her own, and Ray found herself clucking along as well. It was natural to echo her friend; to let her know she was listening with quiet and content sounds from her chicken's beak.

This was how the other hens found their two new coopmates, nuzzled into their pair of nests with happy clucks emerging from their throats.

Ray's eyes widened as nearly a dozen chickens spilled into the coop, but they barely paid her any heed. Instead, they settled into their own roosts contentedly, clucking quietly to fill the space between Ray and Holly's own squawks.

Ray found herself oddly comforted by this, the coop soon growing warm with the heat of the other chicken's bodies; growing rich with the scent of their musk. Herd mentality settled over Ray's mind, and she found herself thinking less of herself as an individual and more as one of the flock.

And the flock seemed to be tired, so Ray found herself growing sleepy as well. Before long, she was drifting off to sleep, warm and settled within her nest; the air of the coop warm as blankets.

A loud rooster's crooning heralded the morning, and Ray squawked gently as she realized that she wasn't in her bed, but nested in a bundle of hay. She fluttered her wings, finding Holly was doing the same beside her—only to see that the rest of the chickens were looking at her with something akin to amusement.

Ray blinked in surprise, then stared as the hens began to clamor, flapping to the door which led to the wire tent outside of the coop. Ray found herself swept along in the commotion, blinking out the sun as she emerged into the light of morning.

Then a rich scent assailed her nostrils, and Ray found her belly growling loudly. There was bird feed! Bird feed! She found herself fluttering to the feed, her chicken mind overwhelming her human mind as she began to peck at the food hungrily, each dart of her head popping another seed into her mouth.

The hen clucked happily as she swallowed the small seeds whole, feeling herself get more and more full the more she ate. It was good, better than the finest cuisine she'd had as a human! Probably.

Ray actually couldn't remember what human food tasted like, her chicken brain too enraptured by the cornmeal to think of anything else to compare it to. And though Ray wasn't usually one to give into her animal instincts, she found it all too easy to think of herself as a chicken in this new body.

Holly seemed to agree, burying her brown head in the food beside Ray. This was the life, and the only way it could get better would be if there was water to chase this delectable meal with.

To Ray's surprise, her prayers were answered as a blond girl filled another nearby trough with water. The hens were brought to a clamor again, flapping their wings to flutter over to the new trough and drink deep of its confines.

Smooth and crisp water filled Ray's beak as she splashed her head down into the water, slurping a healthy mouthful of the liquid. She drank deep of the water, enjoying how it felt running down her gullet.

It was so incredible that Ray could only dream of how her day would get better; how her hen's life could possibly improve from this heaven.

“Oh! I see we have a pair of new hens!” The blond chirped happily, a smile on her face. “I think that we need to get you in a proper egg-laying state, don't we?”

Ray blinked in surprise and paused her drinking to look up as the tent's roof opened, the farmer reaching in to pick Holly up. The brown hen squawked loudly, watching with wide eyes as she was pulled away from Ray.

Ray crooned loudly and beat her wings, trying to flap up to join her friend. Thankfully, the farmer had two arms, and she stooped over to scoop Ray up in her other arm. “My my, you're a feisty one. You two must be awful close!” She chirped happily, closing the coop with an elbow and setting off at a light jog.

At least, it was a light jog to her. But to Ray and Holly it was like sticking their heads out of a convertible as it drove along the highway. The ground sped along behind them, making it seem like they were moving even faster than they were.

Ray tucked herself further into the crook of the farmer's arm, trying to keep herself from falling out. Her human brain knew that the girl would keep her safe, but that didn't calm her chicken's mind whatsoever.

So it was that when the girl finally set the two down in a paddock, Ray had practically fainted dead away while Holly was no worse for the wear herself. She fluttered anxiously around, wobbling in small circles. Then she hopped to Ray and nuzzled her insistently, stirring her back to some semblance of consciousness.

Ray clucked and blinked her eyes, shaking the rest of the stars from her eyes to find them in a small dirt paddock, surrounded by wire-coated beams. She looked around herself, wondering what purpose this could possibly serve, only to have that question answered a moment later as the farmer returned with a rooster in each arm.

“Now don't panic, this is completely natural. Unless you want to panic—I think the roos like a chase.” The farmer laughed, tossing the roosters into the pen.

Ray stood still with shock for a moment, watching a big black rooster flutter into the pen with her. It was like time had slowed to a crawl, letting her see the animal approach in slow motion.

Then her human mind realized what was going to happen, and Ray squawked loudly, her wings fluttering as she tried to escape. She knew that she was a farm animal, but wasn't this a little bit much? Even if it was natural and she did secretly want it...

No! Ray shook the thoughts from her head with a loud cluck, time speeding up as she tried to flutter away, moving as fast as her feathery body could take her.

Incidentally, it wasn't near fast enough. Ray found the rooster catching up with her, its pal already fluttering behind Holly who seemed to anticipate its approach.

Ray would have wondered how Holly could possibly look forward to such a thing, but she knew that her own hen's mind was looking forward to being mated, to being able to lay eggs and fulfill her purpose.

This disconnect between instincts and thought caused Ray to stumble and fall, just in time for the rooster to leap atop her back, its wings spreading wide as a loud and cocky crow escaped its beak.

Ray quivered in terror, terror filling her mind at the prospect of being mated like this. She didn't want to feel some thick avian cock in her cloaca; she was already getting used to having one! Would it be corkscrewed like a duck's, straight like a—

Her thoughts were scattered as the cock crowed, its wings beating as it thrust closer to Ray's body. It bent back slightly and she felt it press against her, her cloaca getting moist despite herself.

She squeezed her eyes shut, crooning with worry. This was it, this was the end of her pure life as a chicken! Now she was at the behest of some callous rooster, one that was... Falling off of her?

Sure enough, the cock crowed again, loudly heralding its triumph. Then it flapped away, pecking at the ground mindlessly.

Ray blinked in confusion, turning to find Holly similarly confused. The hens ruffled their wings at the same time, blushing beneath their feathers. That was it? THAT was having sex as a chicken? Hell, it was hardly sex to begin with!

Ray squawked indignantly, blushing more at how worried she had been. She shivered at the realization that her moistened cloaca was probably from the rooster cumming, fertilizing her with... How did hens get fertilized, anyways?

Ray tilted her head and clucked in confusion, barely noticing as the farmer scooped her and Holly up again. She was too busy trying to track that moistness in her body—it felt like she was actually storing it, rather than pushing it into her ovaries. At least, she was assuming this based on where she approximated her organs to be.

The hen clucked in confusion; then she felt a part of her clench and squirt a small amount of the rooster's seed into where she thought her ovaries were. Ray flushed as she realized that hens were somehow partly self-fertilizing. It was like she could store the rooster's seed and use it to lay dozens upon dozens of eggs to come!

“Okay, so that's twelve and thirteen fertilized, which means they should be good for the rest of their change...” The farmer spoke to herself as she headed back to the coop, confirming Ray's suspicions.

The girl dropped the pair of hens off in the coop and wandered around to some other duty, leaving Ray to breathe a sigh of relief. At least that was out of the way, meaning that all she needed to do was sleep, eat, lay eggs, and... What if she had to go to the bathroom?

Ray's eyes widened as she realized that she hadn't had to go when she woke up, which was a first for her. Then she smelled her nest and flushed as she realized that a large source of the musky aroma of her coop came from hen stool.

She hadn't noticed it sooner because her chicken brain simply hadn't processed that anything was out of place. But now that she thought about it, there was waste everywhere! She crowed with worry, then felt her body squirt out a bit of excrement as it to mock herself.

The white-feathered chicken blushed madly and wished her nest would just swallow her up—or at least, she did until Holly expelled some waste of her own, the brown-feathered chicken clucking as though she was laughing.

Ray sagged in her nest at that. Of course Holly should laugh; they were animals now; why wouldn't they do what animals did? The hen clucked abashedly, settling back into her life as a hen.

And what a life it was! This was by far the most relaxing vacation that she'd ever had, full of delicious chicken feed, cool water, and a comfy hen-house to call their own. At least, that's what she'd thought until her first egg began to crown.

It was in the afternoon of her third day at the farm, and Ray was just settling into her nest for her mid-day nap when Holly began to squawk and holler as loudly as she could.

Ray turned to her in concern, her eyes wide with worry at what was happening to her friend... Until she felt something pressing out from her body, stretching the entrance to her cloaca.

Ray quavered with distaste but was determined to put on a brave face for her friend. She just had to bear with this and force it out; it was just like being constipated.

The white-feathered hen closed her eyes and crooned lowly under her breath as she felt her cloaca begin to stretch, wet fluids spilling from around the huge ovoid object as it began to slide out of her body.

But the stretching didn't abate as Ray had planned, and she found herself whimpering with pain as the egg forced her hole open wider and wider. Tears leaked from her eyes as she let out a loud and offended squawk, the thick egg taking its time in leaving her body.

God, it felt like it was going to tear her in half! Ray was sure that she was going to split down the middle, starting at her plump and feathery butt. Her tail lifted as she loudly squawked, beating her wings to try and cool her body down.

It wasn't quite working, and she could feel some of her cloaca pressing out with the egg, following it into the air. More tears leaked from the corners of Ray's eyes, and she let out a loud and distressed caw of agony as the egg finally slid from her rear, plopping in the nest behind herself.

Ray shivered as her cloaca slipped back inside herself, as if to fill the void left by her egg. It was a sensation that she never wanted to experience again, but she knew that it would happen again the next day, a squirming in her belly heralding the growth of another egg.

Traumatized, Ray shivered and looked to Holly, finding her fainted dead away with an extra-large egg laid below her body. Apparently her rooster was a little more potent than Ray's... Not that that was much comfort.

The next day came all too soon, and Ray found herself squawking again as she began to force another egg from herself. Just like the first it was stretching her out more and more, making her flap her wings and squawk with distaste. But this time, there was something noticeably different—it didn't feel like she was going to be shorn down the middle.

Apparently her last egg really had stretched her out—not that Ray minded. Instead, she simply beat her wings and crowed again as she slid this egg from her body as well, letting it fall to the hay beneath her.

It thumped down and Ray found herself already drifting off into the familiar rest of a satisfied hen. When she awoke, she found herself surprised to find that her hen's mind was a little more dominant, no doubt thanks to the hormones that were flooding her body.

She let it guide herself throughout this day, living as though she was on autopilot. To her surprise, it was a lot more relaxing than she'd thought. Her body was a thing of instinct, eating, drinking, and pooping without a care in the world.

Even the once-torturous sensation of laying an egg was made easier, her body naturally squatting and spreading herself a little wider to ease the egg's passage. It still hurt like a son of a bitch, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been on her first time.

Ray let herself slip more and more into being a hen that it came as a total shock to herself when a pair of hands reached into her coop, pulling her free from it. She squawked loudly, her legs kicking as she tried to escape the huge predator that was—it was her farmer!

She felt a little silly for trying to run from her caretaker, and Ray instead clucked quietly as he took her to a strange building she'd been in when she started this vacation.

Her eyes widened as she realized what was to come next, and sure enough the hen found herself alone in a room, changing back into a distinctly male human form.

The first thing that Ray noticed was how heavy his body was. The second thing was how quiet it was, and he clucked anxiously to fill the silence. Third, which to his later embarrassment he realized he really should have noticed first, was that he was as naked as the day he was born.

Thankfully his clothes were before him in a neat and folded pile, and Ray dressed himself in a hurry. Just in time too, as the door to his room opened a moment later, a TransFarms employee smiling as she walked in.

“Hope I'm not intruding, but I just wanted to let you know that your friend is waiting for you.” She smiled at Ray, who clucked back and quietly nodded.

Then he blushed at the realization that he was still clucking, and he cleared his throat anxiously. “Um, yes.” He nodded, remembering how to form words.

“Relax, it's perfectly natural. Your friend was still crooning like a hen last I saw her.” The employee smiled and turned. “Once you're ready, just take a right and go straight to the waiting room.”

Ray nodded, tying his shoes and heading out as instructed. He found Holly waiting for him in the waiting room, clucking just as promised. She leaped upon him and hugged him tightly, just as she'd greet him as a chicken.

“So-bawk! Was that awk! As good as I thought it wawk!” She flushed and coughed, trying to mask her embarrassment at still crowing.

Ray hugged her back. “Better. But I think we should still take a day or two to collect ourselves before getting back to the human world.”

Holly simply nodded, apparently too embarrassed to risk speaking. Her stomach rumbled to fill the silence and her blush only deepened. “M-maybe we should have lunch?” She spoke carefully, keeping herself from clucking by sheer force of will.

“Call it a date.” Ray laughed, a fitting statement to end the best vacation he'd had in his life.