Laid Off
Laid Off
Matt awoke to the sound of a rooster announcing a new day. Groaning and rubbing his eyes in protest then getting out of bed and stretching. A couple months ago a new chicken farm was built almost next door to his house. The land had been vacant for quite a few years and the city decided to put it up as commercial zoning instead of residential. It was quickly snatched by the chicken company for their new high tech facility. "Every morning!" groaned the still sleepy Matt before making his way to the bathroom for a shower. "That's it I'm going to complain to them in person today." he said to himself after getting out and drying off. He proceeded to the kitchen making himself some eggs for breakfast; looking at the carton and realizing that the eggs came from the very farm he was complaining about he tossed them down the drain and decided on corn flakes instead. After finishing his breakfast he drove down the road a bit to the main building as it was all the way at the other end of the complex. Getting out and walking through the sliding glass doors into a nicely air-conditioned reception area. "How may I help you this morning sir?" the receptionist asked in a pleasant voice. "Yeah I'd like to lodge a complaint." replied Matt "You can make all complaints via our website sir. We find that it is much more efficient. Unless you have an appointment I'm afraid I can't help you." replied the woman in a much less pleasant voice than before. "No you don't seem to understand. I live at the other end of your facility and every morning your rooster wakes me up. Is it possible to move the blasted thing to a different part of your complex?" Matt replied. "I'm afraid that is impossible sir." the secretary said firmly "And why is that!" Matt said raising his voice beginning to get cross. "I'd be happy to answer that if you just remain calm sir. We don't have any roosters at this facility. Therefore it is not our rooster that you are hearing." the receptionist said coldly. "Then why do I wake up every morning to the annoying Cock-a-Doodle-Doo of a very loud rooster!? There are no other farms around here and unless I am mistaken you raise chickens!" screamed Matt at the woman behind the desk. "If you don't relax I am afraid I will have to call se...." Just then the phone rang "Just a moment please. Yes sir. I understand sir. I'll have him wait. If you would just have a seat over there our manager will be right out." She said politely as she hung up the phone. There were only a couple seats in the entire room. Still in a huffy mood Matt almost stomped over th one of the chairs. Sitting for a a couple minutes he calmed down a bit and looking at the room found it quite cold looking. The walls were smooth almost metal looking and the only door he could see was the sliding glass door he entered through. Bright spot lights shone down from the ceiling upon his chair and the other two as well. The chairs were uncomfortable to sit in and they had a deeper indentation on the seat compared to most, and there wasn't even a table in front of the chairs with a magazine to read. Just as the heat from the light above his chair was becoming uncomfortably warm. A door slid open on the far side of the room with a iconic Star Trek noise. A well dressed man emerged and greeted Matt with a smile. "Welcome! I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I am the manager of this facility, and will be glad to address any issues you might have. If you would follow me back to my office we can discuss this privately" the man said smiling the whole time. "Wait how did you know I was complaining at all? The secretary never called you at all. In fact you called her." questioned Matt. "Ah yes we monitor this whole facility you see. Please don't feel intruded upon. We find it easier to deal with any problems that arise; although you are the first non chicken. Not that you are a problem of course." stated the man succinctly. "First non-chicken problem..." thought Matt to himself as he followed the man through the door which quickly slid shut behind him. So quickly in fact that Matt had to wonder what would have happened if he was a bit slower. "Look I know the secretary said you don't have a rooster, but I know you have to have one or the hens won't lay. Can you just..."Matt was cut off by the man. "Actually that's why I was requested to address your "situation" we are almost there. Just a bit more" he said as he interrupted Matt. "Ah just through here" the man said with a happy tone as a door slid open in the wall. The man gestured for Matt to enter. As he walked toward the door he noticed the room wasn't well lit, and a chair in the middle with what appeared to have restraints of some sorts. Suddenly he was struck from behind. Plunging into unconsciousness with a thud as he hit the floor. Waking up a few moments later; his eyes trying to focus, but there was nothing to focus on other than his arms and legs which were strapped tightly to the chair. The only illumination in the room came from overhead and shone directly on the chair much the same as the chair in the lobby. In fact the chair was shaped the same as well except it was angled in a reclining fashion. Footsteps approached and as they did the room lit up a bit. "Ah yes....you are the one that heard "our" rooster. I see...We have for some time been broadcasting a subliminal rooster noise every morning. We wanted to have several subjects respond to the signal, but our products aren't selling so well. You must have consumed at least two dozen of our eggs a week. You see our plan is to have people consume our eggs. They unknowingly condition themselves; much as you have. Eventually they will unknowingly come here; where they will be used to produce more eggs. Or in some cases for meat production. Since you are the only one to come so far. We would like you to "help" us spread the word as it were. I assure you the benefits are quite substantial." proclaimed the man in the lab coat. "No that's sick I'll have no part of it!" protested Matt. "You are in no position to refuse. However it's a shame you refused to cooperate." said the man with a cold voice. A second later he produced a syringe, and as he tapped it it flashed with a gold tint in the light as he pushed on the plunger squirting a bit from the needle ensuring no air remained. "Well at least you will have the pleasure of becoming our first test subject." as the needle was thrust into the flesh of his arm. "No! Stop!" Matt yelled wincing in pain as the needle emptied it's contents. It felt warm almost as if he could feel the contents of the needle flow through his veins working it's way all throughout his body. Suddenly a bit of pain causes him to clench his teeth. His feet are the first to change; swelling up and bursting out of his shoes. Looking down as best he could and only seeing yellow talons. "You won't get away with this!" shouted Matt. His head began to change next as something strange grew on the top of his head and from the sides of his chin. Little did he know that these were a head comb and wattles. His mouth began to harden pushing out into a beak as his head bobs up and down slightly. Trying to resist, but failing. Feathers begin to form all over causing him to try and scratch an itch he could never satisfy due to the restraints. He looks down at his hands and arms his eyes wide with panic; realizing they are now wing like. "BAWK!" he screams as the restraints pop off. His body beginning growing feathers everywhere tail feathers popping bursting out through his pants; as he shrank to fit his new form. As his manhood began to shrink forcing out a small amount of cum in protest; sucking in on itself as a new cloaca formed. Finally as the changes to his body completed his eyes changing from brown to yellow in one blink. He looked shocked to find him self standing in what were his pants no longer a man just a chicken. The man in the lab coat walked over to the angry looking bird picking it up from behind so as not th get scratched. The new chicken kicking in protest clucking violently. "The hyper fertility booster should take effect soon" he stated as he set the loud chicken in a nest. The nest which had a bright warm light just overhead. Within an hour the first egg arrived working it's way out and into the nest followed by another 5 minutes later. After each egg the new hen became more and more contented accepting her new fate. Her eyes closed; her beak almost smiling as she felt her new clutch around her. A small crack appearing in one as it wiggled. "The subject is responding quite well to the serum. We are ready for the next phase. Bring in the rooster." a voice said coming from somewhere, the hen paying no attention.....
To be continued........