Megan clucked in shocked surprise as the tingling sensation of feathers growing all over her body caused her to jump. Her body was getting slightly smaller though no less plump as the aroma did its work on her.
Her face slowly angled out, becoming more avian in appearance as her legs, which had stayed featherless below mid-calf, thinned and scaled over. As it had done with Denise, Lily, Dale, and Bob, the scent had taken Megan's fear of the process away from her. Her mind accepted that she was a chicken-woman, even though she was not overcome with the lust the others experienced.
"Mr. Stevens will hear about this," she clucked as she, now three and a half feet tall, shrugged out of her clothes and strutted off to the district manager's office.
She was so resolute on telling the boss of her coworker's sexual misconduct that she remained oblivious to all the animal people around her. A goat man was busy devouring his paperwork, while a sheep-woman was complaining to a turkey-man that the office was particularly hot and stuffy. A horse man was idly nibbling at a carrot as he looked over a spreadsheet, and a particularly talkative goose woman was babbling some poor customer's ear off over the telephone.
Finally, the resolute hen woman made it to Mr. Stephens's office and threw open the door as rudely as she had the other one. "MISter STEVens!"
Megan, however, was greeted with another unwelcome sight. Mr, Stevens was a seven inch tall fieldmouse man and was on top of his similarly transformed secretary Allie and was making passionately rapid sex with her.
"Can I help you, Ms. Tildy?" he asks, in between thrusts atop his squeaking mouse lover.
"Umm..." Megan stammers, "Nevermind, sir. Sorry to interrupt."