You wobbled over to the plush sofa in the middle of the recreational area and flopped down face-first onto the soft cushions.
While still feeling a little exhausted, you also felt a sense of relief after dropping off those eggs. Was this just a regular part of your biological routine now? Would you have to relieve yourself of eggs every day from now on?
At the very least, you felt like you'd have a much better handle on it next time.
You closed your eyes and idly wiggled your toes, as well as your short, twitchy little tail feathers. You felt the corners of your beak rise into a satisfied smile.
Suddenly you sat up with a start. Hold on, you just laid a bunch of eggs. How was that possible?
You were an ordinary 18 year old boy this morning, and now you were producing eggs somehow! In a panic, you pinched the feathery skin covering your left arm and felt a sharp pain. Your hands shot up to your face and probed at your cheeks and your eyelids, finding only soft, sensitive skin covered in fluffy feathers, no sign of your regular human face underneath. Your beak contained a wet tongue, but no teeth or gums.
Finally, you grabbed between your legs where your male anatomy would normally be located, and felt around for any sign of your true body underneath. All you could find was featureless feathery flesh, the little hole between your buttcheeks now serving as your genitals and rectum.
Somehow, you had been fully transformed, and for some reason it had never really hit you until now.
Just as you were on the verge of a panic attack, you faintly heard a melodic jingle followed by a mechanical voice over loudspeaker.
"CLOSING TIME. ALL GUESTS LEAVE THE PREMISES. WE HOPE YOU HAD A MAGICAL DAY!" it seemed to say.
You heard the automatic doors at the entrance of the break room slide open, and a steady stream of mascots began to pour in.
Peeking up over the back of the sofa, you saw animal mascots happily chatting with one another and recounting the events of the day. You saw a monkey mascot in overalls trading knock-knock jokes with a goofy clown mascot, who guffawed loudly at each one, regardless of how clever or amusing they actually were. There were also a couple of fairy tale mascots including a prince, a fairy and a couple of knights.
When enough of them had gathered together in the main lobby, the exit slid shut and locked itself and another announcement sounded over the loudspeaker. "MEAL TIME."
Instantly, and without a word, the mascots marched towards the dining area and formed an orderly line against one of the walls. You found yourself compelled to join them, taking your place behind a hyena woman.
The dining room wall slid up to reveal a cafeteria window staffed by Matilda the cow and Ragamuffin the little cat chef.
Each mascot stepped up to the counter, received their dish and then found a seat at one of the dining tables. The line moved quickly and efficiently and soon it was your turn.
Matilda beamed at you, "Here you go, hun. Couldn't have done it without you!"
She handed you a plastic cafeteria tray with a giant chocolate chip cookie set on top of it.
As you turned to take a seat with the others, Matilda called out to you, "Wait, don't forget your dessert!" she pointed over to Ragamuffin the cat, who was holding a large pink cupcake with a generous coating of sprinkles.
Thanking her and placing it on the tray, you took a seat at a table with some other animal mascots.
You nibbled at the cookie experimentally and found it to be delicious, somehow both salty and sweet, as well as savory and spicy all at once. You eagerly munched on the soft, warm cookie, crumbs falling freely from your beak and onto the tray.
Next, you eyed up the muffin. Knowing the origin of its ingredients, you felt conflicted about eating it. The hyena woman, who was now sitting across from you, seemed to notice your hesitation.
"I'll have it if you don't want it." She stated bluntly.
You slid the tray across the table and she happily wolfed it down, barely even stopping to chew.
Well that solved that conundrum.
After everyone had finished their meals, the loudspeaker chimed again. "BATH TIME."
Once again the mascots all gathered in an orderly fashion and you found yourself joining them.
The mascots all split up and made their way to multiple doors on either side of the chamber. The door you went through led into a clean tiled room lined with curtained shower stalls. Stepping into one of the open stalls, you instinctively lifted up your arms over your head. Thin robot arms descended from the ceiling to remove your shirt. With your one item of clothing out of the way, a series of nozzles emerged and sprayed your whole body with soapy water from every angle.
Humming to yourself in a sweet, surprisingly melodic tone, you began to scrub yourself clean, working the shampoo into the feathers that covered your body, then your arms, then moving down to your thick legs and finally working it into the feathers on your scalp. Soon you resembled a roughly humanoid pile of soap bubbles. The nozzles switched to pure warm water and rinsed the foamy soap and shampoo off of your body.
Once you were free of the bubbles, the water shut off and the machines dispensed a freshly heated towel.
After drying yourself off, you felt delightful. You were now a warm, clean and exceptionally fluffy chicken. Your feathers felt softer than ever after your vigorous shampooing. The machine in the wall dispensed a fresh t-shirt and you pulled it over yourself, feeling like a million bucks.
As you exited the bathroom, the loudspeaker chimed once more, snapping you out of your shower-induced trance, "FREE ACTIVITY TIME. BEDTIME IN FOUR HOURS."