"... a Silkie; a well known breed of chicken."
That... wasn't what you were expecting. You picked a bird in the hopes that maybe, even if you were unhappy with the change while on vacation, that you could at least see if you could fly. But a chicken?! This time, you were ready to voice your issues, only for the robotic voice to drone over you.
"These beautiful birds are often considered the most decoile, friendly, and maternal of chickens. A most wondrous combination seeing how bright and fully their feathers are, earning them the nickname as Nature's Fluffy Incubator. Because of this, we have decided that following personality injections will make your experience far more enjoyable!"
Wait, personality what now? Again, before you could call the entire thing off, the device had already begun its primary function as the room became a blinding ray of light. You were forced to close your eyes as suddenly, even focalical of your skin felt like it was being set on fire. While you couldn't see it, your once nearly pale skin was darkened to a near black before stunning pale blue feathers began to grow over. And grow they did, giving you a thick, fluffy pelt. Doubling over in pain, you felt the muscles in your legs reshape and shift, giving you not only talons, but massive, powerful thighs and hips to match. The swelling in your chest, well... it wasn't hard to tell what going on even with your lack of vision, but what was surprising was how massive they felt! And they just kept getting larger and larger...
The searing pain slowly got more tolerable as it swept across your face, once a plain human male's now a stunning beaked beauty with almost an impossible feminine charm to it. As at last, your once faithful member began to shrink. Smaller, and smaller until it seemed to fade into nothing... but you knew that wasn't the case. It had changed into your new, extremely well hidden thanks to your feathers, bird pussy. Which, despite your best efforts to ignore it, was practically drooling now.
"Beginning phase two: now."
The voice barely registered as you finally opened your bright blue eyes to see for yourself the damaged done. You were covered in feathers, just like you had expected. Pale blue to the point of being almost white, yet darker at the ends. Almost like you dyed them, but you didn't... did you? They were so soft and inviting, even as you looked down to see your breasts on full display.
Large was an understatement as you fought a smile creeping over your beak. There was a sense of pride there, maybe even a joke about 'breast meat" playing on the tip of your tongue as you started to cradle them in your hands. Hands? No no no, they were clearly wings, despite how they were used. Then a strange thought hit you: why were you here?
Slowly standing up, you looked around the cold mental room as you tried to recall the reason. You vaguely remember coming here with someone, but why? And why were you so horny now?! It felt like you hadn't been laid in weeks now and you desperately wanted to get knocked up! Snapping you out of your half trance, the robotic voice spoke once more.
"Thank you for your cooperation! You personality update as been completed! The following tags have been added to your stay here: MILF. BIMBO. BISEXUAL. SLUT. Please the following items bellow and make your way to the main camp. Anyone traveling with you will be informed of your change. We hope that you will enjoy your stay with us here at Anthro Island Resort!"
Once it was down with it's little ramble, the small shoot opened once more under the main panel as you wondered why'd it list all that stuff? You weren't a bimbo... right? Okay, maybe a bit of a slut, and you did have a habit of finding all the cute girls when looking to get bred, but you were smart enough! Well, none of that mattered once you saw what in the in shoot now: a pair of black booty shorts and bikini top, and a ton of jewelry! One of which was a necklace that spelt out the word-
Oh, well... if you owned a necklace that said 'bimbo' on it, maybe you were a bit of one after all. You giggle at the thought as you quickly get changed. The only real issue you had now was trying to remember who you came her with... was it a friend? Someone more than a friend? A guy? A girl? A... whatever the one in the middle was called?
The machine said they'd be told of your 'change' so at least they'd know who to look far even if you didn't, so all you had to do was get to this main camp.
Well, that and finding a nice cock to ride later tonight!