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Andy awoke slowly, his head raw and aching. Apparently, he had one hell of a hangover! Andy couldn't recall the last time his head hurt like that. How much had he drunk last night? His mouth tasted sour, lacking saliva from the dehydration brought on by excessive alcohol consumption. He wanted to get up and drink some water, but the pounding in his head left him dizzy, and he was forced to lie there for a few moments to gather his bearings.

It had been a hell of a party last night. He'd had his study group over to his apartment for a night of post-exam drinking. The six of them, himself, Juelle, Shelby, Cole, Taylor, and Cary, had a wonderful time, as best he could recall. They'd started the night simply chatting about their exams, teachers, and the like. Then the night turned to drinking games, more than was likely healthy.

And then... what? He figured some of his friends must have passed out on his couch or the floor, and he had gone to bed soon after. But Andy didn't recall the specifics. He must have been blackout drunk.

Even through the haze of his hangover, a sliver of a memory came to his mind. There was a buzz at the door, one he had not been expecting. All six of them had gone to investigate. There was a smell; an extremely unpleasant chemical odor. And then...

It was then he realized the floor under his ass was chilly and solid, like stone. Worse, he seemed to be naked, the bare skin of his ass touching the floor. He shivered, realizing how cold it was in the room. What the hell was going on?!

Opening his eyes, Andy was unable to stifle a gasp as he realized where he was. It was a chamber of some sort, a vast room with a stone floor. Straw was strewn across the expanse, and the remnants of what looked like white shells adorned the soiled hay. A strange scent hit his nose, and he wrinkled it in disgust. Something stank to high heavens, like a barn or some other place used to house animals. In tandem with the straw and shells, Andy was reminded of a chicken coop. If he strained his ears, he thought he could even hear chickens in the distance, though none were present.

Looking around the room, he quickly realized that he was not alone. Each of his friends was situated against the walls, all as naked as he. Andy found his eyesight moving away from their nude forms, not wanting to be rude. He had never seen any of his friends exposed, and despite the circumstance, he wanted to avoid seeing them now!

Most alarming of all was a workstation of some sort, looking at home in a lab rather than a barn. The equipment was rather dirty and matched the drab decor he found himself in. It all seemed second-hand, as though acquired hurriedly and cheaply. Wherever he was, it was not a high-class facility.

Sitting at one of the benches and hunched over a massive microscope was a disheveled-looking man. Clad in a dirtied white lab coat, his hair was a tangled mess, looking as though he'd not washed in several days. He was big, likely muscled, but it was hard to tell under the lab coat. Andy was under the impression he was most likely their kidnapper.

Not wanting to alert the man, Andy quietly tried to stand, perhaps sneak away. But a sudden rattle of chains met the motion, and Andy realized with some sense of horror that he was imprisoned. Both his hands and feet were shackled to the floor!

Hearing the sound, the middle-aged man turned around, a wicked grin on his face. "Ah, the first of my subjects are awake! I was getting impatient! I'm an important man with important work to do! It's not every day I have the chance to test six subjects at once! It usually takes me weeks to get this many!"

"What the fuck!? Get me out of here!" Andy yelled, forgetting that he was completely at this man's mercy. Yet, wanting to keep up a modicum of bravado, Andy kept yelling, hoping that someone might hear him and help. The rational part of his mind would have told him that this man had them trapped out of sight and sound of anyone who would approach. But given the current circumstances, he was hardly of a mindset to think rationally.

The groggy sounds of his friend's awakening hit his ears, and the man motioned him to shush. One by one, the others opened their eyes, taking into their surroundings. Juelle and Taylor covered their breasts right away, afraid of their nudity. Preferring to hide fear with rage, Shelby started to yell, telling him to fuck off. Cole, too, remained silent while Cary added his yells to Andy's own.

"If you would all be silent, I could explain what you need to know for the trial!" the man responded, frustrated. "None of you give a damn about my work. I have to do this every time!" the man said, ignoring the collective screams.

"Let us go, you freak!"

"HELP!"

"Fucking pervert! What did you do!?"

"Don't fucking touch them again!"

"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"

Ignoring their collective cries, the man pulled out a roll of duct tape and took it to Shelby, the nearest one to him. He then moved to Andy, who struggled and tried to fight but was held carefully into place as the tape was applied. Andy wasn't the biggest man, though he hit the gym on a semi-regular basis. But against the strength of this man, he might as well have been a child!

The lab-coated man proceeded to tape Cary next before staring at the three who had been silent. Cole stayed quiet, tears in his eyes as he surveyed the situation. Taylor stopped crying for a moment, hoping to keep her mouth untapped. But, she was next. Her screams were muffled by the tape, and she went silent, not wanting to waste the energy.

Andy felt it unnerving that the man didn't tape them all right away. He instead pulled out a notebook, rapidly scribbling a few notes before looking up at Cole and Juelle. The doctor stared them down as though waiting for one of them to do something. Cole trembled a bit, tears running down his cheeks before he started to yell. His lips were taped up next.

Juelle backed away, timid and crying, though doing her best not to make a sound. The man stared at her for a few moments before walking away, making a few more entries in his notepad. He then sat down, ignoring the muffled cries as he transcribed the notes onto a laptop. Juelle remained silent, not wanting to bring down his ire.

After a few long moments, the man returned to them, scribbling on his notepad. "Now, then, I'm sure you're wondering what I have planned for you! Well, I suppose, for one thing, it's not what you're expecting!" He said with a laugh, though it was only met with fear from the group of men and women gathered.

Andy hadn't really considered the repercussions of their incarceration before now. They were completely at this man's mercy now. He could kill them, maybe harvest their organs for a black market ring. Maybe this was some sort of human trafficking operation. Torture and rape were undoubtedly not off the table, either. Best case, they were being ransomed, though none of them came from any wealthy families. What was his endgame?

"I assure you, none of you will be harmed. It's not the murder documentary shit you've all seen, I'm sure," the man said, as though reading Andy's mind. "I just need you all for a little experiment. I need many subjects, really, and it just so happened that the six of you fell into my lap. I've never gotten so many healthy specimens at once!" he continued, seemingly excited.

"I should introduce myself. My name is Doctor Curtis, but that's of little concern to you all. I'm a geneticist and an agricultural researcher. Well, I was, until I was fired for 'controversial' research interests. In other words, they called me nuts for my gene-splicing experiments! They called them 'inhumane'! Can you believe it! The biggest agricultural revolution the world has ever known, and I was fired with no pension!

"Those short-sighted fools! They didn't even know how close I was to my goal! If I'd only had a few more months then I would have been ready for human trials! None of them would have been harmed! Hell, there's an entire online community that would have come forward willingly!

"But that's neither here nor there, I suppose. I've been forced into hiding, and I have to take what I can get. Your 3 am house party was the perfect opportunity to take healthy specimens off the radar. The cops didn't even question a van taking drunken students home after a wild night! HA! Assuming your livers haven't been fucked, then you'll work perfectly! Six nice and healthy specimens. A mix of men and women, too! And a variety of personality types, I wager, at least, from my initial impressions. I'll get a better idea in the following hours with you!

"Now, I suppose you'll be wanting to know what the experiment entails. Well, normally, I would have you read and sign a consent form, but I'll go ahead and assume I have your consent, seeing as how you can't get away! HA!" the man spat, his breath foul even from some feet away.

"This sort of trial run is hard to explain to the unenlightened, or even a person not properly instructed in the specialty. Genetic resequencing on a mass bodily scale, gene manipulation, chromosome rewriting. It's all rocket science until someone decides that damned analogy be retired for something more apt! HA!" the man spat, that barking laugh really grinding on Andy's nerves.

Andy had no idea what the man was on about. He was a computer science major, after all. The life sciences were not required in much detail beyond his high school education. Still, he didn't like what he was hearing. Andy couldn't decide if being part of a mad scientist's plans was better or worse than any of the previous thoughts he had.

Andy felt desperately alone and afraid. Even though he was next to his closest friends, he might as well have been miles away with no way to communicate with them. Even their nudity was of little consequence with what they were going through together. He'd always had a little crush on Juelle, but he had no wish to see her like this!!

"You'll understand my process once I start, but it's better that you go in with the barest details. Well, at least with the same speech as I gave all those who came before you. It's important to keep consistent with each test group to ensure accurate results. I'm sure you can all appreciate that!

"I'll start by saying that you're all going to be alive and healthy by the time I am done. You might not like the end result, but you will be well treated, at least. Your lives as you know them are to be over, but your new lives will be brilliant! I wish I could be the one to undergo such an experiment, but, alas, there is no one with the vision to replace me!"

Andy felt his body run cold at that. His life would change. All of theirs would. And he still had no damn idea how his life would change. That was worse in so many ways. The truth was likely better than at least one of the myriad scenarios his mind was coming up with. They grew worse with each passing second Andy was chained to this godforsaken wall!

"I won't get into the science, as I assure you, it's over your head. But you can appreciate where I'm coming from, I'm sure. The word is overpopulated. More babies are being born than humans are passing away. With lives being longer lived, the planet faces a crisis worse than any in the history of our species. If something is not done, then millions, if not billions, will go hungry.

"My experiments seek to eliminate both of those issues at once. To reduce the number of humans while increasing the availability of food resources. Humanely, mind you. I don't propose killing anyone unnecessarily! No, I seek to repurpose rather than eliminate. A small, ever-increasing population of humans to become providers rather than consumers. Changing the balance, as it were.

"And you six are among the first to go through the trial, that I might gain valuable data. Don't worry; none of you will be harmed. I have done this some thirty times before with no ill effects on the subjects. Psychological issues have arisen, but, after some changes to my techniques, those now seem to be minor occurrences. My studies are always ongoing. Altering the mind and body just enough so my subjects enjoy it and there is no resistance. Psychological happiness is paramount!"

Andy's head was swirling at this point. Repurposed? Into what? Andy had no conception of what the doctor could be on about but feared that he might soon find out.

"Cattle were the obvious starting point for my experiments, but their bodily emissions do more harm than good on the scale that I am looking at. Pigs and sheep have the same issue. Housing and feeding needs aside, the level of land needed is not easily accessible. Another common food animal, however, suits my needs just fine. Their genetic structure has been researched and fully sequenced, which is perfect for my purposes!

"I'm sure my words mean nothing to you at the moment. A picture is worth a thousand, so they say. Well, I hope that my demonstration will clearly showcase my process. You should be excited! A new era in humanity advancing as a species, and you are all on the front lines to witness it! Well, I don't expect you to recognize my grandeur right away, but soon, you will! And if not, you will have carefree lives, all the food and sex you could dream of! What would that diploma you are striving for grant you that I can't?!"

Andy struggled in his binds at that, wanting nothing more than to beat the guy over the head and leave him in his loony bin. What the fuck was he on about?! Andy didn't want to stick around and find out if he could help it!

Yet, restrained as he was, he had only the ability to watch as the madman walked over to a set of vials he had carefully labeled along one wall of the workbench. Inspecting a few, he then glanced over to Taylor, giving her a once over as though pondering his next move.

"Yes, you'll be perfect to start. I have a variety of serums to test today, but something a little more mundane would be best to demonstrate my process to the rest of you. Still, I doubt you'll have an appreciation for it. No one seems to when they are on the receiving end. At least, not at first! But, for the uninitiated, it's best to start out more slowly!"

Taking one of the vials, he drew up the clear liquid with a syringe. Walking over to Taylor, he grabbed her arm forcefully, pulling it up and stabbing her with the needle before she had a chance to react. Andy tried in vain to struggle against his restraints but was forced to watch helplessly as the liquid was forced into his friend's veins.

The man backed away, putting the syringe into a container before staring intently at his helpless victim. Taylor, for her part, scratched at the site, a look of horror on her face. Andy couldn't blame her. What sick shit had that madman put into her?!

His first thought was that it was some sort of date rape drug or the like. He couldn't imagine the horror of watching his friend being violated in such a way while forced to stand by helplessly. But the man, Dr. Curtis, just stepped back, grabbed his pen and pad, and watched intently. Andy still saw him as some kind of pervert, but he wasn't looking at Taylor as a subject of lust. Rather, the expression he wore did seem to indicate a more scientific interest than anything else.

Taylor, for her part, was still rubbing at the injection site, finding the intrusion irritating. She looked up at the man with an expression of equal parts confusion and anger as she awaited whatever fate he deemed worthy for her. Yet, the doctor did not meet her gaze. Rather, his attention was elsewhere, focused on her lower half, as Andy might have thought.

Noticing the looks of anger on all the others, the doctor spoke up. "My research is purely scientific. Any preconceived notions of pleasure are irrelevant to the greater good. Besides, I recommend you all look, to save yourselves the trouble of understanding the rest of the process. I'd rather not explain things more than once," he finished, enraging Andy all the more.

Yet, Andy's eyes did unconsciously glance toward his friend. What he saw filled him with terror. Taylor was rubbing herself all over as though trying to alleviate some sort of irritation or discomfort. Her fingers drifted lower, inevitably towards her sex, which made all the others uncomfortable. Andy's fears were confirmed. It was some sort of date rape drug!

Taylor's hands were playing over her lower half now, though it was obvious from the look of irritation that she was resisting. Still, her fingers seemed drawn there, her pained expression forming from not being able to touch herself without ridicule. She instead moaned her frustrations while grinding her bare back against the wall in her attempt to relieve some of the irritation.

In her thrashing, Andy, unfortunately, got a look at her sex. He wanted to look away, to spare his friend some privacy. But his eyes were frozen in place. Taylor's vaginal lips were throbbing, their edges leaking as though aroused. But worse than that, all of the hair covering her groin had fallen away as if it had dissolved and left her skin with nothing to show that she ever had hair there to begin with!

Something moving on her lower half drew Andy's attention, and he stared wide-eyed as an opening started crawling toward her sex. Andy didn't want to take it in, disgusted as he was. But, like a car wreck, he couldn't tear his gaze away. The sight confused him at first, not understanding why she was developing a second opening. But the closer it moved, the more he began to understand. Was that...? No, it was impossible.

Despite the impossibility of what he was seeing, it seemed as though Taylor's asshole was moving slowly across her perineum, towards her dripping opening. Her sex itself seemed to compress, moving towards her anus like the two were long-lost lovers. The speed at which it was happening was impossible to comprehend as the skin simply parted ways between the two openings, as though they were meant to be one!

Taylor, for her part, did not seem bothered by the development. Rather, she seemed to be struggling even harder to pleasure herself. Her sex was dripping copious fluid even as her anus connected to the fringes. The circular opening split as soon as it touched her vagina, its own surface wet with fluid. Soon, like bubbles in water, the two connected seamlessly. Taylor now only possessed a single opening!

The flesh of her new vent continued leaking, covering the tips of her fingers as she drew them over its edges. Andy could tell by the expression on her face that she wanted to resist. But as her fingers brushed the opening, she started rubbing herself with a fervor that Andy had never seen. Not only was she changing, but it seemed as though she was enjoying it!

Andy's view of Taylor's vent was obstructed by the hand caressing the flesh. It seemed as though she was lost in the sensation, unaware that all of her friends were watching. She trembled as her fingers explored the opening, as though it was her first time. A moan even escaped her lips as her entire body shook in evident orgasm.

Staring in horror as he was, Andy hardly noticed that her belly was starting to swell. It was the readjustment of her arms that finally drew his attention to it. It was obviously noticeable, forcing the skin to expand as though it was bloated or filled with air. Her stomach continued to balloon, leaving a pained expression on her features.

The more it stretched, the more it seemed to Andy that something was growing inside. The lump started moving lower, swelling her groin as it did so. Taylor grunted, furiously rubbing both the flesh of her clit and her belly. Evidently, she was trying to relieve the tension that was swelling from her crotch. Taylor wanted to cry out her agony but could not with the pressure in her gut so terrible. Forced into silence, she could only rub furiously at the pain. Whatever was inside her was moving downward, getting closer to her groin as it pushed its way through.

Andy didn't want to look but couldn't stop staring as something white and round started to poke from her vagina. Taylor's eyes went wide as she continued rubbing frantically, trying to numb the pain as best she could. Her expression was a mix of terror and pleasure as the oval shape opened her sex impossibly wide.

Nothing could surpass the horror of seeing what could only be an egg forced out of the smaller opening of her sex. Slick with her fluids, Taylor's sex clenched open and closed, forcing it out via peristalsis. Her body trembled for a few moments, as though coming down from an orgasmic high the likes of which she could never have fathomed. How could it be so pleasurable to lay an egg like a fucking chicken!?

Shortly, her post-orgasm haze started to clear and Taylor's face lit up from the terror that she'd just laid an egg. Andy couldn't help but think it looked like a massive chicken egg. Was that what the madman was on about before? Was he turning them into egg-laying machines to feed the damn world?! What the fuck was wrong with him?!

Shocked at the expression on her face, Andy hadn't realized that the contours of Taylor's mouth were stretched painfully at the strip of tape covering it. Taylor's muffled cries of pain grew louder as the tape was agonizingly pulled off her skin. The tip of her lips was pointed, making a small tear through the material.

In a show of mercy, Dr. Curtis made his way to the poor woman and carefully took the tape off her mouth. "I would be remiss if you couldn't see the process firsthand. And, her responses will prove most valuable for the behavioral aspects of my research!"

"What the FAAWWWWK!" Taylor started to yell but stopped at the garbled quality in her voice. It really sounded like her sentence ended in the caw of a chicken!

Taylor's mouth was open in shock, giving everyone a view of what was happening. Her teeth were hardly visible, as though they were sinking into the gums, dissolving away and unneeded. But, it was her lips that really drew Andy's attention. They were parting, exposing yellow gums that were stretching before his eyes. The tip was pulling Taylor's lips back as it extended to a point. Taylor was growing a beak!

Lost in the sight of her changing visage, no one noticed that Dr. Curtis had moved beside Cary and had injected the same fluid into his arms. It was the sight of his movement that drew their eyes as the doctor ripped the tape off his mouth. With a pained grunt, Cary took a deep breath before yelling at the top of his lungs.

"You fucking freak! Let me go! I don't want any part of this! I don't... ooohhh... OOOHHH!" he moaned, reaching down to rub at himself. He continued to moan, hands touching his cock as it started to swell. To Andy's disgust, it was getting hard!

"Nooo... please... stop...!" Cary tried to moan, but it was obvious his cock was working towards a full erection.

It was clear he didn't want to touch himself, despite how much it seemed that his member was paining him. Cary's hand shakily went towards it, caressing the flesh as his moan deepened. It only took a few careful strokes before his load blew, covering his hand and groin in sticky semen.

Cary's cock started to deflate, coming down from the release. Yet, still, more of his seed spilled onto the hair of his groin which looked to be more painful than pleasurable. It appeared the entirety of his testicular load was being emptied. Hell, it even looked to Andy like his balls were deflated, getting smaller and causing his ball sack to collapse in on them.

"Uggghhh... Why...? No more... Stop..." Cary managed to whine as the limp, phallic flesh started to slowly recede into his groin, visibility moving and merging into the skin.

The realization hit Andy like a passenger jet. The madman had said he had planned to make all of them productive. And if he was turning them into chickens... then that means... productive chickens were all hens...

Cary, too, seemed to realize the implication and started struggling, obviously fearful for his manhood. Yet, the doctor ignored him, rather, taking his notepad and scribbling rapidly. It seemed as though he was making notes on the changes. It was clear the guy was a sociopath!

Andy didn't bother to struggle. It was clear that there was no point. This man had them at his mercy, after all. And there were worse things he could do to them. Andy had gone numb from fear and rage as his logical brain kicked into gear. If he could find an opening to escape, to help his friends later...

Cary's cries of terror distracted him from his thoughts of escape. "No, please, no! Not my cock... ugghhh... ahhh!" he cried out, wailing from the agony of change. Andy had never heard such an expression of horror from his friend, and the notes froze him to the core.

Andy didn't want to look, but his eyes were drawn to the grotesque mutation assaulting his friend's genitals. Cary's cock had gone flaccid, shrinking down to only a couple of inches. The skin of his balls was nearly gone, sucked into his groin with a wet slop. His foreskin seemed to merge into his groin, forming a cleft of sorts that his cock head was contracting into. Still too large for the organ it was becoming, it was obvious it would eventually be the start of a clitoris!

Most frightening of all was the small slit developing just below his urethral opening, spreading down towards the inverted flesh with his testicles once sat. It continued to expand, edges and folds forming from the flesh as it opened into a larger cavern that looked increasingly like a vulva. Cary was no longer male!

Even through Cary's cries of protest, Andy could see that Cary's hands were getting closer to his crotch, wanting desperately to rub away the pain. He could see the look of need in the other man's features. Cary didn't want to touch himself in front of his friends, but his body had other ideas!

Andy passed him a glance as best he could through the fear. It was a look of compassion, of allowance. He wanted Cary to know that he could give in to whatever his needs were. Even if they were deprived, Cary deserved whatever comfort he could get in such a bizarre and terrifying situation. He might very well lose his humanity, and nothing he could do would halt the process. At least the pain could be diminished somewhat if Cary touched himself!

Cary met Andy's gaze, evidently seeing the look of sympathy reflected in Andy's eyes. At once, he reached down to rub at what remained of the nub of his cock head. The relief on his features was instant. Even in its current state, Andy could see the waves of pleasure that etched themselves on his face. It gave Andy a moment of brief reprieve.

It was not to last with the sight of Cary's other hole coming to meet his changed genitalia much like Taylor's had earlier. To Andy's disgust, Cary's other hand was reaching down towards his anus, pleasuring his pucker even as it closed in towards his female opening. The look of ecstasy while he played with both holes was beyond Andy's understanding. His friend had lost his gender and was now losing his species! How could he give in to any sort of pleasure?

The speed at which Cary's hand moved to pleasure his new fused sex seemed impossible. His hand plunged in, seemingly unaware of the fluids it was becoming coated in. The cavern seemed impossibly deep for what his sex had become. It hardly even looked like a female's lips anymore. Was that akin to a bird's cloaca?

Much like Taylor, Cary's stomach started to swell, distending with an audible gurgle as though something was forming inside. The source was obvious, even though Andy didn't want to believe it. Cary was about to lay an egg!

Yet, in his current state, Cory was remiss for not noticing what was happening internally when the ache in his sex seemed to take precedence. He continued rubbing at his newly-formed cunt lips with purpose, eyes closed and body trembling with pleasure. It was as though he had no wish to see himself change, afraid that he might realize that he was a she now, or about to lay an egg just as a hen would. And Andy couldn't blame him, afraid that would soon be him about to change!

All the while, the start of a white, domed shape was poking its way out of Cary's new opening, crowning the tip with a series of odd squelches. What he could barely see was covered in fluids; Cary's internal chicken lubricant made it as painless as possible. Still, the size of it was more than Cary could stand, and it seemed as though his only reprieve from being stretched that way was to keep touching himself and his new femininity!

A look of pleasure was plastered on his features, visible even more than the strain of what he was about to do. The wider the growth became, the more pressure it seemed to put on his body, making him visibly shake all over. It seemed as though Taylor had an easier time with it, perhaps due to her body not needing to change genders first. But for Cary, it was becoming increasingly obvious that the change in sex was making it more of a struggle to lay his first egg!

With a soft pop, the newly laid egg fell to the concrete, unbroken due to its proximity. Like Taylor's own, it was far too large to be a chicken's egg, having formed inside a human so much larger than a chicken. Andy had been correct; they were indeed all being turned into giant egg factories!