Linda looks in shock as red cartoonish hen-like combs pushes out from the middle of her hair and pair of wattles right under her chin, hanging in front of her neck.
"What the BUH-COCK!"
She quickly slapped her hands over her mouth in shock of what just came out of her mouth. Was she really turning into some kind of chicken?!
Her thoughts were answered as her fingers felt her nose and lips hardening. As she pulled her hands away to see the damage done, her arms quickly shot to her sides and her wrists pressed into her armpits. There was no doubt in her mind that they were trying to emulate folded chicken wings.
Linda's shock and fear only grew as she looked at her face to see her lips and nose were indeed hardening and changing hues into a orange-yellow color, the latter pressing down into her forming beak, leaving only two small slits in the hard material. Her teeth also began to meld with the beak as well, all stretching out into a familiar chicken beak, leaving only her tongue as usual.
Her hair began to soften like down and paling into a snowy white color with other feathers growing in the place of her skin. She tried to reach up and feel one in disbelief, only to be surprised when she actually could, confirming her fears as she could feel the tension when she tugged on a feather. But when she wanted to let her arms go, they went back into their folded position, allowing her a strange balance of still being able to use her arms as normal but forcing them to fold like a chicken when in rest.
As the feathers spread across her skin like a pleasurably warm fire, body began to change shape as they reached her limbs. Looking at her hands, Linda's fingers began to elongate into slender points, her fingernails disappearing and leaving supple smooth skin behind before the feathers covered them. Thankfully for her, it seemed her upper body shape kept its overall shape until her breasts began to recede, leaving only a flattened chest covered in fluffy chicken feathers much to her dimay.
The same couldn't be said for her lower body unfortunately. Her jeans began to strain as her rear began to swell into a literal chicken butt, the seat of it ripping open to allow a short, feathery tail to pop out. Her thighs began to swell larger until it ripped the pant legs at her knees, revealing thick, round chicken thighs currently being covered with more feathers.
From the knees, her legs were shifting in color, taking on an orange hue as her skin hardened into avian scales. Her socks felt tighter, prompting her to look down just in time to see that her toes had melded into three round chicken digits and one on her heel as they ripped out of the fabric. Again, she bemoaned the fact that her clothes were being destroyed and her form changing, only to be surprised that her ripped jeans and socks didn't show any sign of tear and appeared to even be seamed together as though they had been designed as such from the beginning.
Just when she thought the worst was over, she felt a tingling in her genitals, shedding a few tears as she watched the crotch of her jeans swell as a cute cock took the place of her vagina. Curious if it truly was real, she reached down to poke the bulge, only to be met with a shock of pleasure as she clucked, "BUH-COCK!" again, causing the bulge to tent and the tip to darken with a sticky stain of pre.
Looking in the mirror, she could see she was now some strange anthro hen boy.