Mr. Domino
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Winner Winner...
🕑 Added 2022-05-03 05:12:08 +0000 UTCAuthor'sNote: This post will be updated with a caption image as Aston as possible.
The graduation party had ended with Henry being the designated driver and carrying the car load full of drunk men back from the party at the old quarry where most of the popular Seniors had gone. The plan was pretty simple; Henry, since he didntlike to drink, would take groups of drunken students home little by little over the course of the night, and he'd make quite s bit of cash for playing taxi. Plus it many the cops and maybe even their parents wouldn't find out! Henry was on the third run of the night. They'd stopped at the gas station and Henry had filled his car up and had gone in to pay...Only the next second to be running out the door trying to catch up with the car as it sped off into the night with a very intoxicated Mike behind the wheel, smiling and howling like a moron. They hadn't gotten very far, the car had careened across the highway, down the embankment and then CRASH! Henry's car and ploughed through the chain link fence and through a long tent structure, followed by the deafening sound of a enormous number of chickens squawking in terror and fleeing into the night. By the time Henry had caught up, his shoes were soaked in chicken blood, ruined feathers, and the cracked eggshells of what had to be thousands of crushed eggs. And Mike and the others were nowhere to be found, the doors were all opened and a trail of bloody footprints were staggering into the night. The only one there, when the owners came hollering out of the nearby house, was Henry.
He'd tried to do his best to explain what had happened, but neither the flame haired, bad tempered husband or his hawkish wife were going to stand for it. While their teenage children, a muscular looking boy and a delightfully round girl, both redheads, attempted to catch what chickens they could, the husband and wife had presented their terms.
"Either you help us fix the damage YOU caused and replace the stock we've lost, or your goose is COOKED young man! And there'll be more than just the police to worry about then!" The wife had threatened, while the husband simply looked like he was ready to start throwing punches and was held back only by the scrawny arm of his wife.
Seeing as he'd never get his car unstuck and escape, and running off would do nothing but prove his guilt, Henry jumped at a chance to get out of this with no getting arrested or getting fined. Satisfied, the husband had wandered off to screech orders at his children loud enough to wake the dead, while the wife had simply ordered Henry to follow her to the house. The walk back was just as unpleasant as the walk in, their feet squelching over dead chickens and Henry tried to distract himself by surveying his surroundings. The family's house was long and rectangular, two stories, but the roof was sloped backwards at a dramatic angle. Two large windows decorated the front of the house, while smaller, circular windows dotted the rest of the home in random locations. Henry couldn't see more, the only detail available was from the destroyed chicken farm's lights and the dull porch light on the home itself. But in a few short moments he and the wife were tromping up the porch stairs and were inside the house, standing in a old fashioned kitchen that looked like it had never left 1962.
"This will only take a moment. Do you, Henry, agree to assist us in replenishing our stock of chickens and helping to fill our orders for four thousand eggs?" The woman had asked, spinning around and holding g a sharp fingernail out towards him. The look on her face was serious.
"Absolutely! Anything to help fix, uh, my mistake!" He had replied, almost too earnestly. If all he was doing to have to do was work at a chicken farm for a while, he could make that work. After all, he didn't have any job prospects just yet, and college was a whole summer away!
"Excellent. Now this won't hurt a bit." The woman muttered before clicking her tongue and muttering in some strange language that Henry had never heard. Maybe this was some sort of ritual these people did for new hires? Either way, it was extremely weird.
And then he began changing. The first thing he noticed was that he was shrinking slightly, that his hair was growing out while his muscles deflated...And two HUGE things inflated on his chest! He stared, wide-eyed, and the enormous canyon of cleavage that was now hanging off his chest, and grabbed at them with tiny, feminine hands before a loud SLURP and a POP pulled his attention downwards as his penis sucked inside his body and his hips and rear expanded outwards to almost comical dimensions. Henry was now a short and heavily stacked woman! He pulled reddish brown hair out his new, watering eyes and looked at the woman, who seemed almost bored.
"YOU TURNED ME INTO A WOMAN!" Henry shouted in his new, high pitched voice, "THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID I'D HELP!"
"Oh hush, darling. You're not staying like this!" The woman cooed, patting Henry on his new, heavily haired head and smiling down at him. His heart pounded harder with a feeling of hope.
"After all, if you were still a man when you became a chicken you'd just be a rooster, and we don't need more of those!" The woman laughed before clicking her tongue once more. Then Henry's true changes began.
Immediately he fell towards the floor as his body shifted horizontally, his new heavy breasts quickly growing douny as feathers pushed through his prickling skin. His clothes melted away and his feet shifted and reformed into a pair of talented feet, while his eyes slid to the sides of his head and his mouth, formerly nothing amazing then attractively pouty, stretched out and turned hard as his teeth ground down to nothing. His arms, now covered in feathers, folded into themselves, taking on a unfamiliar, alien shape before tucking nicely against his second new body. The last changes were his new red hair as it shriveled and turned fleshy, forming a red Crest on his tiny, angular skull and hanging loose beneath his...his beaks! In just a few moments where an average older teenage boy had become avery attractive woman had been was now a red and brown chicken.
Henry had tried to protest, scream and run, but the woman simply threw a towel around him and carried his squirming form back outside, though this time it was in the opposite direction of the ruined chicken farm. Instead, in the few darkened glimpses the Henry had, he could see he was headed towards...Oh no, it was a small chicken coup! He squirmed again but it was no use; his new body was simply too small and too weak. A few more moments passed before there was a painfully loud squeal of metal hinges moving, and Henry felt himself being placed gently down onto some hay. Nearby there were a couple of sleepy chickens looking at him warily before going back to sleep. Henry simply stared upwards at his captor.
"Before you make a ruckus ,you DID agree to this, Henrietta. And you want these lovely ladies next to you to be your friends, otherwise they might violently reject you. Produce six eggs by sundown tomorrow and we'll talk again. You won't like the alternative." The woman's stomach growled suddenly, and she grinned darkly down at Henry before shutting the lid and latching it, leaving the former man in a warm, hay filled darkness where, be it through magic or perhaps just new animal instinct, he eventually fell into a sleep that was over far too qucikly.
The next day was maddening. He awoke with the other hand and had followed them outside into the small pen when the teenage girl had slid open the chicken coop's small door. He'd done his best to get her attention, but it was clear the heavy girl was ignoring him as she tossed chicken feed on the ground. Henry's new stomach gurgled, and he knew he had to eat. He did his best to pick clean looking feed off the muddy ground, but the feeding time was over far too soon and he was ushered back inside the cooper, where he simply followed what the other chickens did and settled on top of his...his nest. A short while later he felt his inside shift and suddenly it felt as if he was taking a frap! But instead of a smelly turd, an EGG popped out of him and landed on the hay beneath him! Henry bawked and stood up, turning and staring at the egg in disgusted, shocked surprise and more than a little outright terror. He had laid an egg!
And then he realized that was what he was meant to do, lay an egg. And laying six eggs meant that he got to talk with the wife again and, hopefully, not get turned into supper! Henry bawled in determination and settled back down on the nest and waited for the next egg to pop out of him. He could do this! But by the end of the day, the man turned woman turned bird was exhausted, but happy. He'd laid six eggs! He'd counted every single one of them. This was certain to get him a meeting with the woman! Maybe she'd just change him back for holding up his end of the bargain! Henry settled on top of the pile of eggs and stared upwards at the coop's lid, waiting. And sure enough, as the sun began to dip low towards the horizon, the wife opened the scoop lid and roughly pulled Henry out, carrying him to another side building that was white on the outside, but eye blindingly green on the inside. The only furniture was a long stainless steel table...and a rack that had several scary looking knives hanging from it. The woman took Henry's eggs out and laid them across the table before counting them.
"One, two...five six. Excellent work, Henrietta! It looks like we can use you after all!" The tall, skinny, hawk faced woman smiled, though it looked like more of a sneer as she pulled a calculator out of her purse and began stabbing at the keys with long, talon-like nails.
Henry simply stared up at her from the table, still trying to get adjusted to how his eyes worked now.
"Ah, if you remain this productive every day, you'll get to 4000 eggs in just a few short years!" The woman crooned, smiling through her large, red lips while her brown, calculating eyes showed none of the same warmth.
"BAWK BAWK!?" Henry clucked loudly, strutting back and forth across the cold examination he'd been placed on. The woman smiled not-so sweetly as if she could understand him. 4000!? If he laid six eggs a day that...Henry quickly did the math in his head...
Oh god. He was going to have to spend forty years as a chicken to lay 4000 eggs! That was nearly his whole life! And who knew how long chickens actually lived!? He began charging back and forth across the table in a panic before the woman pressed a large hand against his feathery, fat body and pushed it to the cold steel of the table.
"Well if the terms of your servitude don't agree with you anymore, then sadly the only way to repay your debt would be to, well..." A long, slimy tongue slid across the woman's impossibly red lips before she giggled again, and Henry went quiet.
He wasn't supposed to be a chicken! It wasn't even his fault! He was the only member of his friend group that had tried to do the right thing! This...this wasn't fair! But it was either be a chicken and lay as many eggs as he could or...Henry glanced upwards at the arrayed knives on the green wall.
Become a chicken dinner.
