Iris Crane was a cook for 41 years, of course, she hopped around due to her unwillingness to be nice to her fellow employees, the 61-year-old woman had only 5 years before she could retire comfortably however she had heard rumors. that the school board was planning on shutting down the school if the principal couldn't keep attendance up. if that was the case all her hard work would end, who would want to hire an old woman with no nice qualities to her other than her food. 'that idiot of a principal better figure out how to fix this, or I'm suing her for the next5 years' she thought before hearing her phone buzz. she stopped washing dishes and check the message, 'speaking of the idiot' she said as she read the text. 'pass it on to two contacts and enjoy' was all it said along with an attachment.
she then opened it and was appalled by what she saw, a large cartoon dick. she went to close the attachment but instead she poked the cock causing it to convulse and spew cum into her mouth. Iris was forced to chock down the fluid, she did not know what to do so she went back to doing the dishes and acting as if nothing happened. she felt a heat in her vagina but kept on washing dishes, even as her crotch gained a massive bulge. it snaked down her legs till a cock head could be seen poking out of her pant leg. it grew hard straining her pants as two massive orbs pushed out underneath.
her pelvis started to expand as another bulge appeared on her ass. this all proved too much for her pants as the wear torn to shreds revealing a 3-foot penis and feathery red balls the size of beach balls. a massive red and white hawk tail grew above her muscular ass. her thighs were soon covered with red feathers as more red feathers spread up her back, and white feathers appeared on her front. her muscle increased as her womanly curves disappeared. she slowly began growing taller as red feathers covered her upper arms.
yellow scales spread over her forearms and her calves, her feet growing and turning into talons. her pink dish gloves lost their color as well as a finger, the hands underneath them now resembled talons. her shoulders widened to 5 feet as thick red feathers rose up her 12-pack and pecs. she kept washing the dishes (which now had black lines on them and wobbled like jello when she dropped them) as her neck thickened, red on the back white on the front. an adams apple grew giving her a tenor sound to her voice. her grey hair turned into spike red feathers pointing to the sky a good 6 inches. white feathers grew over her face as her nose and mouth pushed out into a large hooked beak, her ears vanishing leaving only tiny holes beneath the feathers.
Bolt Hawkins's eyes changed to a fiery red as he finally finished his dishes. "there now that my jobs done I can get to work" he said and gripped his cock. gone was the old lady who was only looking forward to retirement, he was now a young red hawk toon that never had to worry about death again. he soon cumed into the empty sink, it quickly filled with cum. "now gotta hit the town, bet the ladies would love a taste of 'thunder' Bolt Hawkins" he said as he quickly reached behind him and produced some clothes. he now wore a black pilot's uniform as well as a pair of goggles with red lenses.
"Who says you can only be one thing," he said before going to his car. the moment it turned from a 1980 Ford Escort to a red cartoon sports car. before he started his car up he pulled his pants down and sent a dick pic too...