Alex rubbed the die on his cleavage for good luck, not sure what to expect for his second turn. Eight. He moved his piece to an ominous looking red square.
“All players will move their pieces to this square on the next turn. I know what you all ate for dinner last night.” The odd four looked around uneasily. Then Alex’s boobs started shrinking. He checked downstairs, and the lips were sealing up. Just as he was happy to see his regular chest back, his pecks started expanding. In fact, his chest, abdominals, thighs, and arms were all turning into that of a champion bodybuilder. He stood up, only to find that he could not stand straight. Alex’s back arched backward, making him stick out his butt, and bend at the knee. His chest and abdomen continued to grow, losing definition in favor of mass, and he found himself pulling his arms back, almost to fold them over his back. His thighs continued to get thick and strong, a, though they were just about at 45° as he stood now. To compensate his lower legs became thinner and taller, and his feet elongated. His spine seemed to continue rearward, and project his backside above his butt to make a fat little tail.
Alex felt his teeth pushing out towards the front and edges of his mouth, they seemed to fuse together and become thinner. He realized they were forming a beak, and tried to grab it with his hands, but was startled again, when he saw his hands and fingers were as long as his forearms, and his fingers were rapidly fusing together. The shape of his arms, was unmistakable, giant chicken wings. He’d eaten enough Buffalo wings in football season to recognize that. His new wings naturally folded up on his sides, letting him project his full chest forward. Finally his feet finished the change, as the toes spread, and one turned to the rear, and his big tow moved up toward the ankle. All had regular human toenails.
Here stood, the proud six foot tall rooster, clothed still in human skin, hair, nipples, navel, and all, but with a beak. “Why no feathers?” Asked Doug.
“I didn’t eat the skin” replied Alex, already flexing around in his new body.
“I guess you ate a rooster, because it looks like your dick didn’t change at all” observed Matt. Alex tried walking around the room, which seemed quite natural, even If he did bob his head somewhat. He tried flapping his wings, but without feathers, he wasn’t going anywhere. Alex found a comfortable sitting position on the floor, that absolutely looked like he was sitting on an egg.