Steel enters the living room and sets you down next to the instructions.
Another shot of pressure. You can feel that 4th egg growing. It’s almost there.
You reach out to grab the instructions but only manage to push them away with your nub. That’s right, you forgot.
Steel understands. He picks up the instructions and holds them for you to read. You scroll through the legalese until you come to a section that makes your heart drop out of your chest. Or it would, if it wasn’t being held in place by close to 40 pounds of anthropomorphic chicken egg.
“Warning: all transformations are final.
Avain’ATORS can only transform each individual once.
Looking in a mirror will transform the wearer in addition to anyone in view. If used on the wearer, ensure that you are comfortable with spending the rest of your life in your chosen form.
Avain’ATORS is not responsible for any accidental transformations. USE AT OWN RISK.”
As your finish that last part it happens. Your cloaca rips open. The pain is unbearable. You shriek out:
“BUUUUUUUUUCKGAAAAAAAAAAW!”
Its then that you realize there is no more pain. The pressure in your stomach is still there, but the pressure in your cloaca is gone. You turn around and see a six-inch wide, two foot long, 10 pound egg sitting on the floor behind you.
Its white shell glistens with beads of moisture. Your moisture.
And your cloaca didn’t rip open. In fact, you can feel it rapidly close back up and tighten. It keeps tightening. More and more. Despite the massive egg that just came out of it, it feels like you’d struggle to fit a finger in there right now. Somehow you know that your cloaca has reverted to how tight you were on the day you were born, and its going to take you another 6 hours of pushing to stretch back out.
You feel another surge of pressure. Another egg begins to form and another egg begins to work its way down. The second of today's six. You’re forced to push.
You close your eyes. This is your life now.