Sam groaned, sweat dewing on her forehead as she looked down to her sex. There was a white object crowning just below her red pubic hair, one that looked as round and hard as…

“An egg…” She muttered, her green eyes brimming with confusion. “But that’s… Ngh!”

Another cramp coursed through her form, and she curled her toes, grunting on the edge of her bed. It was another one, just as big as the first. The first egg slipped from her numb fingers, landing on the floor with a crack.

“BAWK!” Sam clucked, blushing as the sound slipped from her lips. Her toes uncurled, feeling a little odd as she did. It was like they were stiffer, harder somehow…

She turned her eyes to them, only to scream. They were darkening, becoming a flat shade of yellow. It was rough and ugly, and worse it was changing their shape.

Her toes were swallowing up the rest of her feet, her middle toes fusing with those closer to the edge. Another ugly knobbled toe sprouted from the backs of her heels, leaving her with what were unmistakably chicken feet.

She tried to stand on them, wobbling and waving her hands to steady herself. The motion brought with it new change, the dull mottled yellow of her feet racing up to her thighs, which were beginning to grow thick with fat.

“Oh God, someone helPWAK!” She clicked, her arms beginning to fold. The girl looked down to them, terrified.

They were prickling like she’d been injected with a thousand shots, and from every prick a small bump began to emerge from her skin. These bumps lengthened into quills, which in turn grew soft brown feathers.

A passing glance to her thighs told her that the same thing was happening there, and she tried to make her way to the door, wobbling unsteadily on her new chicken legs. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached for the knob, only to sob as she saw that her fingers had bunched up, fusing together into the tips of her wings.

Longer, brown feathers stretched from them-almost as long as the thick feathers that were growing from her elongating spine. Her posture hunched, and she looked out to the door, squawking in protest.

This couldn’t be happening to her! She couldn’t be a chicken!

“UGAWK! BUCKGAWK!”

She cupped her feathered arms to her face, only to nearly fall as her knees bent backwards, giving her the clumsy stance of a chicken. Her hips flared as she wobbled unsurely, and the girl could feel the feathers creeping up the rest of her body, the quills tearing her clothes to ribbons even as she plumped up.

“GUBAWK! HELBWAK! BUWAK!!!” Sam pleaded desperately, trying to drive her shoulder against the door. This couldn’t happen to her; she couldn’t be a chicken! They were such dumb, dirty animals!

As though the changes had read her mind, her anus and vagina pulled towards one another, merging into a single avian cloaca. The new hole stretched again as another egg forced itself from her entrance, splatting onto the ground and covering the backs of her hen feet with yolk.

“GWAK!” Tears dewed in Sam’s eyes as she grew the distinctive wattle of a hen, her arms forcing themselves to her sides. She shook her head as if to deny the changes, and only succeeded in making the crimson growth flap.

This couldn’t… Happen…

Her mind was fading fast, and she knew it. Her body was shrinking, and with it so was her brain. Already thoughts of her upper education had left her, leaving her as dumb as when she’d started going to high school.

Her hardened to a rough yellow, stretching out into a beak as she looked down to her feeble arms, wishing she could do something. But what? Fly? Chickens couldn’t’ do that…

“BUK BUK BAWK!” She flapped her wings, spinning in a small circle and resting down in the nested tatters that were once her clothing. Why would she fly? Another egg was coming, she had to lay it safelNO!

No, she couldn’t think like a chicken egg couldn’t egg coming had to egg laying now egg

The last of her skull shrank, leaving her with a chicken brain. She flapped her wings desperately, only to still in time with her thoughts.

egg coming lay nest egg

“Pock-pock-pock…” She clucked dumbly, wiggling her butt and letting the egg slip out from her cloaca, dropping into the pile of her clothes. She laid another egg, then another, and another still.

Nothing remained of the fiery redhead, save for a dumbly clucking chicken and her first clutch of eggs.