Confirm.
Steve looked back into the community center just as one of the men standing next to Austin began clutching at his stomach. It was like watching a repeat of what Austin had gone through as the man began staggering backwards and his clothes evaporated from his body. But unlike Austin, it was downy white feathers, rather than brown fur, that sprouted out of his skin.
The man fell to the ground as a blunt yellow beak grew out of his face and the skin on his legs crackled into similarly colored scales. One of the arms that was wrapped around her belly shot up in front of her face, just in time for her to see her fingers meld together into a useless, feathered stump. The look of shock in the chicken girl’s eyes wasn’t enough to stop that same winglike arm from flying down to her butt as a wedge-shaped tail grew out of her backside.
The anthro hen only had a second of respite before her belly ballooned out and her mouth opened into a painful, clucking shout. Just like Austin had before her, the hen pulled her feet up against her thighs, wrapped her arms around her shins, and then pushed as her body spasmed. Steve watched as a shiny white egg began to press out from inside of her and then, with another spasm that wracked her entire body, the egg plopped out in front of her.
Everyone in the room stared at it – even Austin turned her head to look as she panted from her own endless labor. The egg itself was massive – easily the same size as the hen’s own head, and Steve could see her beak hanging open as her tongue seemed to say, “did that really come out me?”
The room was still for the briefest of moments when a man on the other side of Austin decided to make a run for it. But unfortunately for him, he didn’t get very far before his clothes also evaporated, revealing a coat of thin white fur that was dotted with black splotches.
Four thick nipples appeared above pink, veiny flesh on his crotch while another four nipples grew through the fur on his chest. Within seconds, that pink crotch flesh swelled up with milk until it looked like the rapidly cow’ifying man was carrying a 20-pound udder on the bottom of his belly. The breasts on his chest followed suit, growing into two pairs of swaying, milky mounds.
The cowgirl’s center of gravity had shifted within a matter of seconds, and she began falling forward into her own udder. At the same time, a ropey tail, tipped with a thick black tassel, snaked out above butt. She managed to roll to the side before landing on the ground, giving Steve a perfect view of the muzzle growing out of her face – not to mention her swelling stomach. Then, with a pop, the calf inside of her pressed up against the back of her belly button, causing it to invert from an inne to an outie.
Steve didn’t see a flood of water gushing from the pregnant cow’s vagina, nor did her face show the telltale signs of being in the throes of labor. But Steve did see her move to a sitting position before trying to stand up, only to repeatedly fall back to the ground due to the enormous amount of weight hanging off the front of her body.
Looking towards the group that had been huddling in the back of center, Steve found his view of the building’s interior suddenly obscured as the wall seemed to shimmer with a red glow. The entire building vibrated as glass and wood fell away into a swirling warp, which vanished to leave red brick in its place.
The shimmer faded away, and Steve was left staring at a solid brick wall. The building itself seemed to have kept the same dimensions but, rather than being an upscale building from the 90s, its formerly well-kept façade had converted to aged brick.
Looking towards where the glass front doors had been, Steve saw that they had been replaced by a pair of industrial-looking metal doors. A small sign was affixed above that read: “LaborCorp Slave Birthing Center – Western Region”. Other than that, the building was fairly nondescript.
Steve was still looking at the front doors when one of them began shimmering. The door slowly opened towards the outside, coming to rest against the side of the brick wall, before a small doorstop materialized underneath it.
Why would someone leave the front door open in a place like this? Was the AC broken and they were trying to cool it off? Or were they… expecting someone?
As Steve kept looking at the open door, he felt… attracted to it. Like he was supposed to go inside but…
Steve looked down at his phone. The battery was down to 10%, but the app was blocked by a popped said “Processing reality alterations. Please hold.”
Of course, it was still changing the people inside and this was the app’s flimsy attempt at tricking Steve into going in there and subjecting himself to the changes. Well, he wasn’t going to fall for it. All he had to do was sit right there and wait until the changes were done. Then if he wanted, he could go inside to see what was going on.