Mary opened up Kimi’s forum post and started reading: …
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KimiTehChicken885
Hello all, my name is Kimi Alison living in a small US town. After getting a hold of the Chronivac I experimented on myself a bit from time to time, from adjusting breast size before going out clubbing or trying the male side of sex with my unknowing SO.
But it was after being a volunteer chaperone for a Girl Scout trip to a small family farm, that I took an interest in becoming a domesticated farm animal. The animals that applaud my interests were a chicken and a cow, thus I opted for the chicken as it was the road less traveled in this community. I set my stay to 2 weeks but left all the settings normal, although in hindsight I should have at least looked at the settings. Changing to was to be done in my apartment within fifteen minutes using a process setting a fellow forum user recommended (1). After changing I’ll have forty-five minutes to get the hang of being a chicken before being teleported to the farm.
Changing into a chicken was something else, but I’m not going to spoil it for others though…
It took me fifteen minutes to change into a chicken and forty-five minutes afterwards to learn about myself. I learned how to move my body, walk and run as a chicken, flap my wings, bend all the way over so as to peck the carpet, figured out I could still walk while bent over, and work my talons as if they were hands. I also got a look at myself in my room’s mirror: my feathers were a drk reddish-brown, pale yellow legs, talons, and beak, and bright red waddles and comb.
While looking at myself, I suddenly felt weightless as my room around me became blurry and out of focus. And soon the lighting changed from a warm room to bright shade. My surrounding came back into focus but there weren’t what I was expecting, standing on a slanted wire cage and four chickens. I poked my chicken out though the cage, above a trough filled with chicken feed, and found out I had became one egg chicken among five in a battery cage it itself among hundreds of cages. Each in front of a trough and below a conveyer belt carrying freshly laid eggs.
First time laying an egg was painful and hard but I got through it. But afterwards it became daily routine. Thus my vacation started, every day I would eat chicken feed, drink from a nipple, shit where I stood and lay my daily egg. But as time went on I noticed two of my cage mates weren’t laying eggs for some reason but I paid only pity as they shale be seeing the slaughterhouse soon. However things changed on, from what I could tell, my 12th day when my body also stopped laying eggs along with another cage mate. The next day I tried forcing myself to lay an egg but to no avail. The day after the cage I was in was selected for slaughter even though one of us were still producing, overhearing the foreman reminding the farmhand “chickens caged together are hatched from the same batch, soon that last chicken will stop producing like her cage mates”
I felt shivers down my spine as I was repackage into a private container, to be shipped off to the slaughterhouse. While being driven slaughterhouse, I attempted to convince myself that the Chronivac safety protocols that will revert me before being slaughtered for some A-hole’s meal but as time went on that it seemed more and more unlikely.
Soon I was unpackaged and hung upside down with my talons attached to a conveyer hooks. My mind may have been in turmoil but my body remained calm and soothed by the low lighting and chest rubbing. Suddenly a jolt ran though my body and it went limp, I could not move a muscle at all. Suddenly out of nowhere a knife passed though my neck, and the feeling of my body was removed as my head feel onto a pile of other chicken heads. Soon coldness overcame and I enter a cold limbo.
I awoke in my bed, in a server panic. After a few breaths and repeating the phrase “I’m okay” a few times, I managed to calm myself down. With a sigh I looked at the Chronivac, found out that I was correct about the safety protocols but that’s not why I was revived in such a manner. I’ve learned that by leaving the Chronivac in default mode, it picks the situation at random and it was by chance that it selected the ‘clean’ battery environment and ‘slaughterhouse’ event.
That’s how I nearly became someone’s dinner, and found out about the Chronivac random functionality and safety protocols.
(1) KillerCow775’s Transformation Template
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GourgeMonkey55
Yea often times I too forget about the safety protocols, but they are there. And sometimes it fun to forget their there as it adds to the realism.
Once I became a wild sow, dodging both predators out for my meat and farmers who see me as a invasive species that ruin their crops; he’s wasn’t wrong but I had a litter on the way thus I needed everything I could find. Alas it was a pair of hunters armed with rifles that wounded me in my right hind leg. One of the hunters silted my thought and let me bleed to death right there and then. I awoke back at home mere seconds later, angry that I wasn’t able to deliver my litter before being killed.
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C0rpseRat15
Those safety protocols are even more important if you become something small. I once became a female rat living on a farm, eating out of the granary until the cat caught me. From changed to killed, only took 15 minutes…
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TehGoatMann
@ C0rpseRat15 RoFLoL :D
The default random setting can be fun too, thus the same change can be different every time. My first time becoming a Billy Goat: I ended up on a dairy goat farm and I had fun spending my days fucking every Doe there. The second time I did it: I ended up in the petting section of a large zoo, being fed pellets by little kids who also petted my back. My third time I ended up in the wild: challenging the Alpha Goat for the privilege to mate, not only did I lose but I made a poor judgment of footing and fell a good way down the mountainside, injuring my left hind leg. A passing mountain lion took advantage of my plight and killed me for my meat, not that I blame her as she was with two cubs at the time.
[Out of Story Note: In this story I didn’t truly revive someone from the dead, but rather the Chronivac is actuality returning those ‘killed’ seconds before brain death. The safety protocols are turned on by default for legal and moral reasons, and in order to turn them off you must accept a large digital legal agreement that your next of kin can’t sue TransDem Labs for your untimely death.]