Henwalk (Monthly tale - 14) X

(Woman into chicken)*

"Hey, Adelheid! You are Adelheid, aren’t you? Could you answer a couple of questions?”

The dazzlingly pale and icy beauty looked at the mic being pushed in front of her and smiled.

Punk would be a perfect word to describe her, her long hair dyed a blue as bright as her eyes, eyebrows shaved to allow them to be delineated with ink, multiple tattoos and even more piercings, in both ears and two in the lower lips.

Wild, glossy, the only thing that remained of the snobbish blonde girl she once was was that she was still young and petite.

“Yes, of course!” she said radiantly to the newsman.

They were at the entrance to the underground modeling event of the year, in other places the carpet would have been red, but here it was black, lots of people, lots of noise and her, the new rising star.

“Would you participate in next year’s alternative contest?”

Adelheid nodded.

“Yeah, we’ll see, I haven’t decided yet.”

“OK, so will you be doing any modeling in the JFP?”

“Yes, Saturday, at the expo, I will be modeling for the Jaded Duo.”

“Can you tell us something about the outfits you will be wearing?”

“Yes! It’s gonna be something retro... dark age stuff, kinda...? With fishnets and... stuff... the rest is a surprise!”

“The rest is a surprise...? OK, so, if I understand correctly you were actually an award winner last year? The best upcoming model?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah! Apparently...!” she giggled.

“Has that changed your life in any way?”

“Uuuh... well, I had some extra shoots planned for a while... and... So, yeah, it was kinda surprise, I kinda forgot that I had applied for it and it was like... oh, I won? Wow?!”

“And you received an actual award?”

“Yup!”

“You still have it?”

Adelheid couldn’t stop herself from laughing.

“Yeeeeah... It had a short, short, but very beautiful life, until it fell off the shelf in the closet and... buuum!”

“It died like a rock-star, no?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah... ruined at twenty-six, shouldn’t all beautiful things end like that?”

The reported frowned.

“Uh? What do you mean?”

The girl blinked.

“Well, you know, things aren’t meant to last even when they are meant to, so... you go forward, or chicken out... or both... not all birds can fly, you know?”

 “I have no idea what you are talking about...”

 Adelheid blinked a couple of times, then she gave a deep sigh.

 “Me neither... just... sorta...”

 “If you say so... well, thanks for the interview!”

 “Yup! No problem!” she said with a kindly smile. “Don’t miss my last walk on the catwalk today, I will try to make it other-wordly!”

...

Hatefully hot lights, music, the staring of a bored public.

The next day, at the next event, she was behind the black backstage curtain, the previous model was walking back from the front of the stage, she squeezed the cloth.

She felt... anxious, as if she had a layer of white feathers covering the pit of her stomach, goosebumps crossing her skin... it was almost her turn...

“Now... never...” she mumbled.

Adelheid  was wearing a skimpy dress with a short skirt in a green tentacle pattern, also boots with long fishnet stockings.

By her own choice she wasn’t wearing a bra, so her already stiff nipples were clearly visible in the dress’s bust.

She licked the lipstick on her lips, her companion had returned backstage, the public hadn’t applauded much... outside the announcer announced her name...

“And now... the rising dark star! The fading black and blue comet! Adelheid!”

She gulped, she blinked... and then stepped out onto the stage...

The first seven steps where perfect, a glamorous stroll towards the end of the stage that dazzled and completely caught the attention of the bored public.

They all witnessed the perfect womanly shape and curve of her small feminine frame, even the music itself seemed to go lower, becoming quieter than her firm steps.

And it was right at that seventh step when it began.

Her serene smiling face lost it’s demure expression for just an instant, she closed an eye, twitching her upper lips as suddenly a pinch twitched her lower lips, the ones between her legs.

A cruelly twisted wring that made her sex leave a moist mark on her tiny panties.

Her stomach became empty... then it growled as she took the eighth step.

The serenity came back to Adelheid’s face, but it was no more than a fading facade just as her time as a human woman was fading.

She knew it well...

As she knew that everybody was going to see it... that everybody would know...

As certain she was of her own impending humiliating doom.

The ninth step made her stumble to the left slightly, but she regained her balance quickly.

Her noisy trembling belly began to stretch the fabric of her tiny dress, as it gained in roundness.

She managed to avoid, at least for the moment, scratching the itch in her crotch, where very small dark feathers were starting to sprout mercilessly from the pores of her hot shaved skin.

Each one was enough to make her tingle from toe to head and wish she could yell out loud.

Her dress began to fall off her shoulders at the tenth step, one of her hard nipples poked out, it was received with an ovation from the public.

As the second nipple slid out, she felt the lips of her pussy opening, she pushed, but didn’t stop walking.

The weight of the chicken egg made her panties slide down inside her dress’ slipping skirt.

She shed a tear... she lost the first egg she had ever laid in her life, her panties were loose and slippery, and the next step made the egg roll and fall and crash loudly out onto the stage.

“Co-co-co...” came from her throat as she kept walking away from the broken shell.

Her hair was also being left behind, not as quickly as the other changes, but a lock or two detached from her scalp with every step.

Under her chin a vivid red lump began to grow down and below that her neck also became a bit longer.

On her face her eyes had already turned a bright yellow a while ago, her lips felt dry, no matter how much she licked them.

Some of the jewelry on her arms and fingers fell off as she pulled the dress down under her inflating belly.

From that point it became harder to walk, not just due to her metamorphosis into an ordinary fowl, but because her dress had slowly slid down her widening hips and swelling thighs.

It might have been easier to stop and remove it, but she didn’t want to stop.

Her crotch was quickly covered in the black feathers that were now reaching the underside of her swollen belly.

“BWAAAAK!”

She took a couple of surprised steps forward when her feet decided to leave one of her boots behind.

That exposed her feathered covered crotch.

Adelheid shook her head, losing more of her blue hair, and straightened up and, after kicking off the other boot, continued her so wrongly called catwalk.

The young woman didn’t have nails on her fingers anymore, but on her toes they were growing sharper, thin and long between the openings of the fishnets.

Her butt, so firm and small, was pushing forward into a lumpy mess of naked flesh that further ruined her female figure.

She smacked her lips, making more hen-like sounds, as a third egg slid out of her reddish vagina, when it crashed on the floor the splash was big enough to reach the audience.

Inside her brain her mind was becoming a weird amalgam of human and chicken thoughts, unable to think straight, she focused on the only thing that seemed to matter, reaching the end of the long stage and then walking back.

Tapping sounds were made by her long claws as they formed with each clumsy step, steps that were becoming longer as her legs became rougher and thinner, clucking sounds constantly coming out of her stretched throat as she shook her head from one side and then to the other, in a manner that was clearly reminiscent of what she doomed to be from now on.

Both the dress and the panties were soon left behind with everything else, leaving her mostly naked.

Her once so beautiful face was quickly becoming deformed and misshapen, her lips hardening into a hard beak that dragged her skull forward.

She leaned her neck, following that motion.

“BWA-BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!”

There was no triumph in that pretension of sound, just a weird sad melancholy that resonated deeply with the public.

The beak, which somehow still retained her lip piercings, took over her nose, leaving only a couple of nostrils on the top of the hard surface.

From the base of the beak to the top of her head, between what was left of her hair another lump of flesh began to grow, a crest as red as the one hanging from her chin.

Slowly, her atrophying arms were being bent as fingers stretched and merged, giving form to what would without doubt soon be a pair of useless wings.

And so... she finally reached the end of the stage...

Her earrings dropped as her ears shrank.

She shook her forming wings.

“Po-po-po-pok...! Pok...!”

Almost completely naked if you didn’t count the fishnets covering her bird legs, she stood there for a moment, a weird mix between human and avian, but less of one than the other.

Her pose was almost reptilian, shoulders squeezed together, the round belly, the wide hips.

A large proportion of her fair skin was covered by the dark feathers, covering most of her bold tattoos, from her crotch and lower body, to the space between her shrinking breasts, reaching her shoulders and even around what little was left of her human hair.

With her deformed face she wasn’t able to make any other expression other than dumb confused surprise.

Adelheid, or the egg-laying hen she was becoming, felt scared, horrified, utterly humiliated, mocked... the shrinking of her skull was making it harder to think as anything else than the hen.

She flapped with her forming arm-wings and spun over herself, showing her massive lumpy rear to the audience.

In the middle of the taut skin of her rear remained her small anus.

More flapping, some clucking, she bent her knees and raised her ass, her butthole opened and widened with slimy sounds as she laid one more egg.

Soon, even before that egg reached the floor, both anus and vagina slid over her skin one towards the other, fusing in a fleshy hug that left a formed, functional cloaca.

Clucking loudly Adelheid squatted, perfectly putting her new opening made of two old ones to good use as she laid a couple of extra eggs for the speechless audience.

When she moved back up straight it became obvious that she had begun to shrink, her fishnets looser around her skinny avian legs and feet.

Her arms, now closer to wings, were being forced into a compact posture at the side of her body.

There was close to nothing left of her breasts, just some skin and a pair of nipples sinking into the sea of feathers that covered her expanding and barreling chest.

“Co-co-CA-CAK!”

She shook her butt as it became covered by longer feathers than the rest of her body.

With her long neck and narrow shoulders in line and determination in her oblivious glance, she began to walk back towards backstage.

Despite the changes slowing down as she walked with the natural grace of the chubby hen she nearly was, the walk back seemed longer than her initial disastrous stroll to the end of the stage.

Perhaps because as she walked she gradually became smaller.

The fishnets didn’t hold up for long around her chicken feet, sliding down and being left on the floor of the stage, just like all the other things she had left lying around, like her hair, her clothes, her eggs... and her human existence.

The chicken, because that was what she resembled now more than anything, gave a little hop, flapping her wings, to liberate herself from the tangle of the clothes.

Little by little dark feathers covered what little was left of her skin, hiding forever the beauty of her soft tattooed skin.

Any sign of her mammalian origins were hidden or replaced.

She felt the remorseful anguish of her unfair fate, despite knowing there was nothing she could have done to escape or avoid it, a mental human cry of impotence as what she was got crushed by the future that awaited her.

The shrinking of the walls of her skull made her brain collapse in size, merging completely what she once had claimed to be with what she was going to be, leaving, at last, only the hen.

A plucky chubby common egg-laying hen with her dark feathers and red crest.

The hen, still pushed on by the last cry of her former human self, kept walking towards backstage.

She had taken those first seven steps as a beautiful female model, a young woman, a person with an entire life in the reach of her hands... and so, she gave those final seven steps as nothing else than the hen she had become... or maybe made herself into... just a chicken that hoped for little more than a rooster and a nice poultry home on some backyard.

Just a nest of straw in which she could sit and do her job: Laying eggs.

Her modeling companions were there, behind the black backstage curtain, some of them half naked because they had run to see the dismissal of her humanity while they were in the middle of changing dresses.

Young and beautiful just like she has been, all sad, some covering their mouths, all trying to understand the horror of the existential void they have just witnessed as if there was anything to understand to begin with.

Would the same horrid humiliation befall them now that they had seen such an impossible thing?

Would their flesh be shifted and reshaped into barnyard forms from which none of them could ever escape?

Who knows...

The chicken didn’t know either, or more correctly, didn’t care... she was too hungry for that...

If the chicken had cared... Adelheid would had probably wished that every single one of them receive the same spectacularly inhumane metamorphosed ending she had been cursed with...

Not necessarily into chickens... after all, there were many farms that needed many different types of livestock...

But that was beyond the chubby hen, so she just walked back into the backstage area without a worry in the world as the models let her pass...

And that was all…