Pappa taps his foot on the straw covered barn floor, a hand at his hip with another whisking his white beard as he takes in the situation. The animal boys surrounding the keeling Trent who is still gripping his small bits through his overalls, a gallons worth of pure youthful seed from his most potent cows and Tom looking innocent as he stands over the Max and Trent. He curls his finger and gestures for Tom to move closer to him pointing at the ground in front of him, "Here boy, mind telling me what in tarnation is going on?"
Tom moves forward semi-reluctantly and stands before the wizard/owner of the farm, hands behind his back fiddling and even has to stifle a tremble in one of his legs, "N-nothing Pappa, I was just trying to help the new boy and he clumsily knocked the pail-," Tom's eyes widen as Pappa glares at him menancingly and simply gives a wave his hand, "and I was just- kleh-" He grasps at his throat and tries to clear it, shear panic in his eyes as he glances at the other two boys and timidly speaks, "b-b-b-kah-" He looks to them for help as Pappa his shorts away casually and exposes that large darkly colored package, pink wide flare poking from that thick sheath with those equally large horse testicles bumping against his thighs.
"You got the devil in you, thinking you can lie to me boy. To think I gave you a chance and this is how you repay me? You're in for it now, " Pappa simply shaking his head dismissively as Tom's punishment is doled out.
Tom doubling over, grabbing at his stomach and mouth stretched open wide with some audible cracking noises heard from the boy. His teeth growing more angled outward, sealing into each other to form a nigh seemless surface jutting from the top and bottom of his lips as they're drawn tightly around the protrusion. He brings his trembling hands up to his face, white stems starting to poke through pores on the back of his hands and arms and upperchest, "Kleeeh.." His face still popping loudly as his wide maw starts to come together to form a beak.
He stumbles about as the changes progress, his horse endowment mostly flacid and swings around from its home, steadily sliding backward into his groin. His feathery hands running down to it in a futile attempt to prevent it from sinking further inward. Max helping Trent up and out of the way as they both stand clear of the slowly changing Tom. He turns to Pappa and falls to his knees, gripping at his overall's leggings as the feathers across his arms start to thicken and grow to cover him. Max wagging his tail as Tom presents himself to them, tailbone starting to snap and crackle as it draws out the surrounding flesh into a sizable nub.
His horsehood drooling more and more as that fat flare was shrinking and was drawn closer to his groin, testes sporadically rising and falling until they're drawn up more firmly in the tightening black scrotum. Tom clucking more rapidly as those orbs swell and bob until with a loud cluck either testicle is sucked inward one after the other, pulling the loose flesh with them and creating a depression in his groin where they had been. Tom letting out 'kleh' of relief bent over and spurts out the prior contents of those nuts for it to splatter against the ground. Trent looking at Max uncertainly who is panting lightly with more his canid member exposed with the foreskin-like sheath retracted some.
Those feathers sprouting more freely on that bobbed tail as the position of his tailbone guides his anus downward toward the other orifice, Tom strewn about on the floor exhausted from the changes with his swollen belly visible through his legs to the other boys. His spincters soon encroaching on the other's territory until they begin to sink and merge into each other forming a cloaca. His toes curling and uncurling as talons begin to form on on every other toe with an additional one sprouting from his heel as the surrounding flesh grows more callous and yellowed.
Tom shamefully hiding his face underneath his grown feathery arms, clucking some seemingly involuntarily as he dribbles the remaining bit of his semen from the newly formed cloaca. Calves thinned toward his feet which now resemble bird clawed feet, plump feathery thickened thighs supporting him above that with a fully feathered tail. The rest of his privates and belly still exposed to the cool air as the changes seem to complete.
Pappa steps past the defeated chickenboy and pats Max as he inspects Trent who starts to protest just before his overalls are unbuttoned and let fall to the ground to expose his small naked body. He's quick to shut up though as he can still hear the pouty clucks of Pappa's recent victim. The large man squeezing here and there, hands caressing his skin as he looks for signs of damage. His large hands easily encapsulating that diminutive boyhood, the boy wincing some at the bruising, "Shhh, I'll make you better." A bit a warmth emanating from that hand into his groin as the dull-throbbing of his groin dies down entirely. After a moment it was as if nothing happened as Pappa leans in, "And a kiss to make it better." The older man casually placing his lips against that member and sucks it into his lips, jostling it around and covering it in his saliva. Trent mortified and stood like a statue until Pappa pulled away, that boyhood slipping out and bobbing upward, "And take that lying good for nothing bird and take him to chicken coup, he's got a lot of work to do to make up for his behaviour. He'll be pumping out so many eggs, it'll put the easter bunny out of work. And now I've got to find you two another brother to take care of remaining chores...just work work work," Pappa giving the boy's rump a slap as he stands up and grabs the remaining milk bucket to take with him.
Trent standing there naked still dumbfounded at his predicaments on the farm, contemplating whether he'll ever get back to normal. Despite Tom being a cock, he could help but feel pity for the now chicken boy who remains pouting in place still hunched over with that swollen belly touching the floor. He looks over to Max who is still panting lightly and smiles, his own hybrid member poking more freely from its home with a slight bulb forming at the base beneath his foreskin/sheath. The boy huffing and pulls his overalls back up and fastens them, let's get him to the coup before there's more trouble to which Max nods quickly and gives a bark in agreement.
They get on either side of Tom and hoist him upward to his thinned shaky bird legs, head resembling a chicken though still had some human features such as his eyes not being entirely on either side of his head. Though his stomach hung out far, button popped outward from the sheer amount of mass Tom had picked up. They guide the defeated chicken to his new home at the chicken coup on the otherside of the farm and help him onto a child-sized birdnest with the other birdboys.
"Max it looks like Pappa forgot to give us more chores, what should we do?"