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I dump the last of my boxes onto my desk. Finally in college, away from my home and my family.

"John, sweetie, come give mother a hug!" I look towards my mom, a kind but strict lady. She loves to act like she actually cares about me in public, but I know better. Finally getting away from her, I can't wait for them to just leave.

Rolling my eyes I walk over and give her a quick pat. My dad is by her side, bringing in the tv.

My new college dorm room is a double, with one other roommate. I haven't met him yet, but hopefully, he's cool. Honestly, he can't be worse than my own parents.

My stuff has been brought up from the car, all of it honestly fitting into a few boxes. I was never one to have a lot of things I enjoy. I got pleasure from playing video games and just being outside. Knickknacks weren't really my thing, nor were all these clothes people felt they had to have. Moving in was easy, but it was time to be alone.

"Ok mom, time to go now," I say, pushing her slightly towards the door. My father looks out of breath and ready to leave too. We've never been close, so I'm fine not doing a sappy goodbye with him. Being an only child, it was awful. Home by myself a lot, and not connecting with my parents who you would think would be more doting since I have no siblings. But yeah no, just the opposite.

"Oh John, my boy in college! I love you so much," my mom sniffs, tears in her eyes. God, so annoying.

"It's fine, I'll see you guys sometime later this year, probably at Thanksgiving," I mutter, shivering with the idea of having to go back. But his mom liked to keep up appearances, having the whole family together for holidays. But luckily holidays were months away, parties and tests between then and now.

"Ok, we'll see you later!" my mom smiles once more before tugging my father away.

"Bye, dad..." speaking out into empty air. Turning back to my new room I start to put away my stuff. My bed is a twin, barely fitting my legs at the end but it will work. We get a desk in our room as well, and a dresser for our clothes for each of us. Using one of the tops of the desk I plug in the tv.

Knock knock. The door opens and reveals a young boy. He has blonde hair and brown eyes, a few inches shorter than me.

"Oh hey, I'm your roommate, my name is Quinn," the guy offers his hand to shake. I go towards him and shake his hand.

"Hey man, I just got here too. If it's ok with you I took this side of the room, but I'm not picky about sharing spaces if you aren't either," I comment, walking over towards my bed to sit.

The guy nods. "Fine by me, totally cool. I also brought a mini-fridge with me so we can keep drinks and a few foods in there so we aren't always eating the dining food," Quinn says, placing the pillow under his arm on his bed.

"Nice, that's a great idea. Do you want any help moving your stuff?" I ask, basically having put all my stuff away already.

"That would be great!"

We go down towards the cars to get the rest of his stuff. He just has his mom with him, who's waiting in the car since there aren't a lot of parking spaces. We take turns going up and down the elevator and stairs towards our room, moving in everything we've got. It takes both of us to get the mini-fridge up too, but then our room is complete. We don't have a lot of things to hang up and decorate with, but we might get more later.

By the time we are done, it's time for dinner in the dining hall. We go together since we don't really know anyone else, except for the few people we met on our way to moving in. Quinn seems like a cool guy, so I can see us being friends. At least good roommates together.

The dining hall is only a couple of minutes walk away, which I appreciate greatly. There are a few other dorms on this kind of hill we share, but the dining hall is crowded with kids all trying to eat and try the food. I'm starving, my stomach rumbling with the need for food.

Quinn and I get in line and see there are just chicken strips with fries, and make your own tacos for dinner tonight. Since it's our first night and I'm starving I decide to get everything they have to offer. My plate is full, so we find a table to sit at. The dining room is loud with kids talking and laughing, sounds of silverware clanking on the table.

"So man, where are you originally from?" Quinn asks, shoveling the food into his mouth. Man for a smaller guy he can eat.

"I'm from a small town in Arizona," I reply. Moving away from that small town had been a blessing. I've always wanted to get out, meet more people and be in a bigger city. That's why I came to this university. To get away from the people in my town and especially from my family. I was ready for change, and I knew that this was the place to be. "What about you?" I ask back, taking my first bite of the chicken. It is nasty, pieces of fat and so dry.

"I'm from here, easier to do in-state for cost, better for my mom," he replies.

"Nice..." I trail off. I've never been good at small talk. But my ravenous hunger could not be satisfied by this food. I don't think I can stomach it every day.

"Hey, man I'm so glad you brought that mini-fridge, I don't think I can eat this crap every day," I comment, pushing my plate away. I brought a few snacks from home that I'll survive off of tonight.

Quinn nods. "Yeah, me too. To me it's fine but I feel I'll get sick of it pretty quickly. We can take a bus to the store tomorrow to get food for the fridge. There's that microwave in the common room we can use for some things too."

Satisfied we talk a few more topics about ourselves before heading back to the room. The common room is full of students chatting and getting to know the people on the floor. Quinn and I decided to chat for a while since we don't know anyone else. There's this girl named Emma who seems nice, and Tim who's got some great video games back in his room. We get their numbers and decide to head back in for the night. It seems like there are no parties, so we don't feel like we are being left out at all if we turn in early.

In the morning we head to the bus stop and somehow make it to the grocery store in town. I'm a little lost since I've only been in this town once touring, but Quinn knows the way. At the store, we stockpile snacks, drinks, and other things to put in our fridge. We get eggs and pasta too since Quinn says he knows a way to cook them in a microwave.

I want to get the more expensive eggs, used to the brand at home. But Quinn says there's no point since the cheaper ones taste just the same. We end up getting the cheaper ones since I do agree with his points. I also don't want to fight with my new roommate. The brand is well known anyways, making other products so it will be fine.

Tomorrow is our first day of classes, and I'm a little nervous. My major is architecture with environmental studies. My classes this semester look hard but cool. Most are just basic first-year things, but the most important thing is making sure I got a good professor.

The sound of my alarm wakes me up, Quinn is already awake and dressed.

"Already up man? Got class soon too?" I ask, a yawn breaking my speech a little.

Quinn smiles from over his computer. "Nah, I just am a morning person. You got class though?" he responds.

I nod, rolling myself off the high bed. I head over towards my clothes, grab my stuff for the bathroom. Walking down the hall towards the common bathroom, my mind still half asleep, I ran into a few people headed off for classes. No one looks awake either.

I kind of hate the idea of shared bathrooms, but what are you going to do about it? There are a few guys in there already, and a few girls, it's a co bathroom.

I get dressed in one of the stalls, and then head over towards the mirrors. Brushing my teeth and washing my face, I complete my routine next to some giant next to me. The guy looks like he works out constantly.

"Uh hey, you're John, right? I remember from the common room meet-up two days," the guy says, half turning towards me.

I nod, "Yeah that's me, sorry, I uh don't remember your name..." I comment, a little sheepish. Totally awkward if this guy already introduced himself to me and I don't remember.

The guy smiles, ruffling his hair a little. "It's fine, I'm Mark," he introduces again. We shake hands and continue our routines.

"Cool, nice to meet you," I reply.

"Uh, UGH!"

The noise comes from one of the stalls behind us. We turn to look, startled by the noise. We just see a pair of shoes from underneath the stall, no other clues. A few more of the, what sounds like groans, come from the stall.

"Ha, probably some girl who partied too hard last night," Mark chuckles. "You need to watch your liquor!" The guy shouts back at the stall, laughing at himself.

"Yeah, you're probably right.." I comment back, laughing a little awkwardly.

Leaving the bathroom I grab my backpack before heading off towards my first class. It's Biology, a great confusing thing to start off the day. I only need Biology 1 for my major, thank goodness.

The hall is one of the bigger ones, as so many freshmen need to take the class for their programs. I take a seat near the back, as I hate being called on and just prefer to take notes. There's one other girl near me, who looks red in the face. She's shifting in her seat a lot, itching at her arms.

"Uh hey, I'm John," I introduce myself, trying to be out there. It will also be nice to have a friend or two in each class to get help off of.

She turns towards him, smiling. "Hi, I'm Nat! Nice to meet you! Are you excited? I'm so ready for this class, I heard the professor is great!" She replies, rambling excitedly. After talking so fast she coughs into her elbow.

John nods. "I am, but I haven't heard much about him. I'm a little nervous..." I comment. I take out my notepad and computer, ready to actually pay attention. This is out-of-state so I'm paying big bucks to be here. I only got a few scholarships, so I need to keep up a high GPA and good grades.

"Don't be, you'll do fine! Hey, here's my number just in case. Also, you seem pretty cool, you should come to this party later this week at my boyfriend's house. You can bring someone and I'll help you guys get in!' She mentions, handing me her phone. Wow, so many people were so friendly here.

The class is fine, the first day mostly the syllabus and a few notes. The class is less empty too, compared to what I first thought it would be. I thought at least most of the seats would be full, but there are only a few kids here really.

After I head to my next class, Psychology, which is a little more full. I meet a few more people and hear what the professor has to say before I get to head back to my dorm. That's all the classes I have on Mondays, all in the morning too to get them out of the way. I head back to our room, hungry from all the learning.

Quinn isn't there, and I decide I'm going to try the egg hack Quinn told me about. Cracking the new eggs we got into a bowl, I bring them to our microwave in the common room. They pop and cook in there, and I'm surprised you can even do that! Lucky me though, the perfect meal. I season with salt and pepper we bought as well, and I scarf down the eggs. They taste normal, fine even. I've not always been a huge fan of eggs unless they are on a sandwich, but it's way better than the dining food.

I decide to play games on my computer into the night, not having anything to do like homework yet. It's also a Monday night, so most people have class early again the next morning.

Quinn comes home later, and they talk about their day. It's a little stilted in conversation though.

The next morning I wake up and have a little more time before my first classes. I take my time getting ready in the bathroom, looking good and proper. I sweep back my brown hair from my face and smile in the mirror.

A sudden cramp hits me hard in my lower stomach. I bend over in pain, the pounding right under my belly button.

"Oh shit, ouch!" I say out loud. I try to raise my arms above my head to end the cramp but it doesn't work. I rub on the stop but it seems like it's not going away. Waiting, I lean on the bathroom counter for the pain to end. A wave awkwardly to a few people as they come and go.

It finally ends, to my absolute relief. Sighing, sweating a little I lean up and look at the clock on my phone. Shit, I need to get to my class. Rushing back to my room to grab my stuff, I decide to bike to get onto the main campus faster. On the way, I see a few people squatting in the middle of the courtyard, a few itching repeatedly at their skin. But I ignore it, as college can be weird so I've heard. Better to just leave people be.

But I do have to shift and readjust a few times, my cock and balls sorer on the bike than usual. I biked all the time in high school so I got used to the seat, but it hurts a lot more than it should. Maybe it's just leftover pain from the weird cramp I got earlier.

Making it just in time I park and lock my bike up and run into the class. I don't want to make a bad impression on the professor.

Classes go by fine but I feel a little hot too. What was going on with my body? It was a warmth that was spreading around me, concentrating on my center and blooming out. Maybe I was sick or caught something contagious from someone. So many new people from around the world, who knows what someone brought in. Maybe it was those eggs we got! I told Quinn we should have gotten the more expensive eggs, they are way better and there's a less likely chance of getting sick. And I was right.

Looking up different ways eggs can get you sick, or parasites that could be in them, I don't notice the professor coughing during his lecture. It was some English class and I didn't really care about the subject. Oh, salmonella, that could be it. Symptoms are diarrhea, fever, stomach cramps. The only issue was I didn't eat them raw. Well, I cooked them in a microwave...

"So, as I was saying in this class we'll BWAkk!"

Startled, I look up towards the professor. She's continuing like normal, but I could swear I heard a chicken in here. Was she playing a clip on the screen when I wasn't paying attention?

Paying attention now I watch as the professor points at something on the screen, talking about the books we are reading this semester. It's basics, like The Scarlet Letter which I've already read since my high school had us read it. Looks like it will be an easy semester.

"And with my absolute favorite book, Bwak, bkk! Jane Eyre, a classic," the teacher says, moving towards the next slide.

Sitting up straighter I look around in confusion. Ok, the teacher definitely just clucked like a chicken or something. That was super weird and random. I look around the room at the other students, seeing if anything else is as confused as I am. Nobody seems shocked or worried, all just sitting there taking notes or on their phone. Sitting back I rub the back of my neck, a little concerned but maybe I'm just imagining things. Oh man, maybe I really am sick.

When the class finishes I have enough time to go check out the library. I look at Google Maps as I go, making sure to not run into anyone on the way. The campus is huge, and kind of confusing too.

Finding a seat I pull out my laptop, pulling up the information on my classes. So far I just have a reading for English, a little passage on a pdf. Other than that still nothing.

During my work little throbs start again at my lower stomach, traveling down towards my taint. It's manageable but still painful. I muffled my groans into my arm, head down on the table. Shifting as subtly as I can, I try to find a position that doesn't hurt. I seriously needed to go get this checked out.

"Uh excuse me, but where can I find books on chicken mating?"

Looking up from my ducked position, I watch out of the corner of my eye as a young college girl talks to an older worker lady at the desk.

"Um, what?" The lady asks, sitting up straighter and readjusting her glasses.

The student nods, hands on her hips. The girl looks... pregnant. Is that rude to think, or wrong to assume? Her stomach is round and pushing out her shirt. God, I really shouldn't judge people like that, it's not my business and I should ignore it. But her next words peak my ears.

"Yeah, mating, like for chickens. I need it for me. You see, I'm nervous for my first time but I think I'm ready to fertilize my eggs. But I need to know what I'm getting into," the girl comments, like her words are just common things. But it's not. What the fuck is she talking about? Mating? Fertilizing? What?... she must be joking.

"Oh, of course, silly me. Give me one second to locate where the books are upstairs and to give you some good articles online," the librarian says, typing something on her computer. When she finds what she needs, she turns back towards the girl. "It's upstairs in row 7, and what is your student number so I can send you the article? Congratulations, by the way, I know you'll make a great hen."

They exchange information and the girl goes on her way.

But that didn't make any sense. Am I going crazy? Hens, chickens, mating? This must be some kind of joke, some kind of prank or something.

Something buzzes in my pocket. I pull out my phone and see a text from Tim, the guy I met the first day. Turns out he's also going to the party that's later this week and was asking if I was going as well. At this point, I have to go no matter what. I text him back and confirm, letting him know Quinn and I were planning to be there.

Checking the time it's time to go to my next class. It's boring and uneventful, but the conversation from the library is still playing in my head. Something was definitely wrong.

After class, I have some snacks, all I really got before I go to my last class of the day. I finally have homework at this point and some more reading, so I head back to my dorm to get some quiet time to work. Quinn is there this time, working at his own desk.

"Hey man, how was your day?" I ask, setting down my stuff and sitting.

Quinn turns towards me, "It was fine, cramps were terrible today though so that wasn't good," Quinn comments.

Surprised, I turn towards him in shock. "Wait! You had bad cramps all day too? It must be something we ate, maybe the dining food from the first day."

Quinn's eyes squint in confusion. "Huh? Why are you so freaked out and hyped up? They are no big deal, normal things."

I sputter, shocked. "What? Normal? I don't usually get random, painful cramps like these all day. Maybe you do, which is weird but I think we caught something dude," I reply.

Quinn rolls his eyes and looks back at his screen. "It's fine, normal in the process. Just forget about it," he says.

I look at the back of his head in shock. I couldn't believe his words. Maybe this dude was really weird and some pain freak. Pressing on my lower stomach I stare forward contemplating what I should do. It would be too much trouble to go to the campus health center this early in the year. I don't know if that costs money and I don't want my parents to hear about it. The horror if they come back up early to check on me. Or worse, want me to come home.

A few days passed with classes and getting to know more people. All my professors are cool, if not weird. A few are making that weird clucking noise too, which must be some running joke I don't know about on campus. A few kids I haven't seen again in my classes either. I even saw some kid on the side of the campus pathway, pants down red-faced. I honestly thought he was taking a shit, but I didn't want to find out. I walked as quickly as I could pass him and just ignored him.

But the worst part is my own body. I've continued to have these awful cramps throughout the week. They were so painful and harsh, making me peel over in pain. It was like something was pressing up against my organs. I've also noticed my stomach becomes bloated over time, pressing my shirt up just a little. Well, kind of everyone I've noticed had the same issue but no one has mentioned it. I've never had my stomach this big, and it wasn't even that wide.

Another quite weird thing was my cock. It was smaller, shrinking day by day. I had noticed it the first time I had showered officially in the dorms. I thought maybe it was because I was just nervous showering in the same room with a bunch of other people.

But then later the next night I noticed it too. Quinn was out studying late with some new people, so I was finally alone in the room. I had figured it was the perfect time to get off, I was missing my own room back home.

I worked myself up, rubbing my thighs up and down with my legs. I tried to picture something to get myself going, flashing of holes and long hair in my mind. My cock instantly got hard between my legs, my balls filling.

As I gripped myself though, my hand wrapped around less than I was expecting. It was not only shorter but I had less girth. Look, I know my dick like the back of my hand. And this was not it. Pulling down the sheets, that was up just in case, the sight that greeted me was a surprise. I was visibly smaller. God, was this part of that sickness?

The idea softened me, I instantly got turned off and was over it. I couldn't relax like this, these worrying thoughts in my head.

More insane things like that continued over the week. My skin broke out in hives too, leaving behind a redness after I took some medication. My chest was itching up a store, my hairs were irritating and annoying. My dick continues to shrink.

Honestly, if this was actually killing me I wouldn't mind letting someone know, revealing it to my parents. But the weird thing was, I feel like I'm not the only one. I've seen redness on other people too, others having these bumpy hives. The weird conversations I've seen and interesting actions by others on the streets. Maybe there was a virus going around and we were all infected.

It was Friday night finally, no more classes the next day and the big party was here. There was of course a ton going on, but I was ready to just drink and relax. After classes were finished, Quinn and I ate dinner, got dressed, and headed out. It was very close so we just walked there.

It was already raging, people inside and out drinking and talking. Music was blasting out of the speaker, something from Kendrick Lamar. I don't listen to anything like this, more interested in rock or alt stuff. But it's fun. I'm ready to get drunk after this week.

Walking in we head over towards the table of booze. We both grab a beer and walk around. Spotting Emma we head over to say hi.

"Hey, how's your first week been?" I ask, taking a sip of my drink. It's awful and bitter, I usually don't take part in it. I might need something stronger to really get drunk though.

"Good! I've had the beeessst time!" she replies, giggling at her statement. She too has a larger stomach than earlier this week, like all of them.

I smile at her and finish my drink. I tell Quinn I'm getting another and head to the kitchen. I pass by couples kissing against the wall. People dancing and singing to the lyrics. Everyone seems to be having fun and acting normal, so different from earlier this week. One kid is squatting in the corner though, which is super sketch. But at this point is it weirdly normal? I try to spot Nat since it's her boyfriend's house, but I can't find her.

I down the drinks one after another, my mind blurring and I start to sway. I felt good, relaxed, so much better. I even decided to join in on the dancing for a little. Looking over at Quinn, I see him... making out with Mark? Mark from the bathroom... I didn't even know Quinn was gay or bi. Well, whatever, good for him.

It's all going well, but then, those cursed cramps start again. The warmth blossoms in my lower stomach, traveling down towards my taint. It's painful, a tugging sensation almost. I could deal with it after dealing with the pains all week, but this time it feels worse. In my addled mind, the pain is not dampened. It spreads to my whole lower half, concentrating on my privates. Grunting, I lean against the wall that's next to me. God, it hurts.

Ah, something is happening to my dick. I can feel it, it's pulsing, my balls throbbing terribly.

I shove my way to the bathroom, locking myself in the luckily open room. I pant as I brace myself on the counter, facing the mirror. My mind is still spinning, the pain is starting to cut through my drunken phase.

Moaning, I can't stop as my balls pull up against my scrotum. The feeling is unreal, agonizing. But soon, I feel something split down there, wetness trailing down my leg. Shocking, I quickly open my pants and reach down. Feeling around, I can physically feel as my balls seem to get sucked up into this weird hole. My breathing increases, panic spreading throughout me. I try to grasp at them, but they just go up and up into my body. Soon, I feel my dick pulse again and start to shrink. It's already too small, but it goes too. Shriveling up until there is literally nothing.

My privates were gone, disappeared into my body. My precious cargo... What was seriously happening to me?!

Breathing heavily, head against the counter, I feel around down there. With my hand shoved down my pants I poke around, feeling a hole right where my balls should be. It feels kind of wet, like a... a pussy. What the fuck?

But this feeling wasn't over. Another cramp surges through me. I grunt, bracing myself again. But what could happen now? My dick and balls were already gone, what was next?

It felt like something was building up, forming in my lower stomach. Something was shifting in me, moving downwards. It was like it was sliding down, being tugged lower and lower. I could feel it in me move, rubbing against these walls I didn't have before. It reached a point where I felt like I needed to push. It was a feeling I've never felt before, but I knew I needed to do it.

I yank my pants off quickly, tripping a little over my feet. Squatting, I push down like I'm going to take a shit. The thing is, it's moving downwards again. I push, gritting my teeth as it goes. Soon the thing reaches just outside my new hole. The thing stretches out me, the thing slightly wider than what it was trying to go through. When it reaches it crests, I throw my head back in a moan.

It felt good, a relief. It crests and then slips the rest of the way out and landing on my pants. Panting I close my eyes to take a few moments. In my dizzy, confused mind something insane just happened. Maybe I accidentally took acid or something because what the hell was going on with me?

Looking down, a little brown thing stares up at me innocently. An egg.

A mother fucking egg.

Falling onto my ass I pick the thing up. Turning it around, it just looks like a normal-sized egg. It's a little spotted white, covered slightly in something slimy. But other than that it's like something you could buy at the store.

This couldn't be real, it must be a dream. Shaking, a stand up on wobbly legs. I quickly throw the thing into the trash can and pull my own pants up. I needed to get out of here, I needed to leave!

Rushing out of the room I tried to find Quinn to let him know that I was leaving, but I couldn't find him in the room. I felt sweaty and hot, embarrassed like everyone knows what I just did. But looking around, my eyes widen as I take in the scene. People squatted down as well, a few taking their clothes off to rub against each other. What....

Deciding to just leave, I make my way outside to the fresh air and start my walk back. The air clears my head slightly, but I'm still so confused. Stumbling, I run into the side of a trash can. The world spins, colors and buildings turning in my mind. My feet barely feel like they are walking on the ground like I'm going to just float off into the sky. Groaning in slight pain, I hold my side taking a break. Gazing down at my body, I already didn't recognize it despite it being covered with clothes. My stomach was swollen, my hips were just slightly wider. My chest was covered in red bumps, most likely stress acne. And my cock and balls...

Shaking my head I continue my path towards my dorm. I needed to be alone, to sober up and think. Making it back inside I sigh with relief. Quinn wasn't back either, good.

I first take a drink of water or two, stuffing my face with some pretzels to help sober. Feeling a little better, I strip to my underwear and climb into my bed. I don't feel dizzy, but I can still slightly feel the effects.

I close my eyes and try to stop my racing heart and mind, but it was hard. So much was going on, and I know it's not just me.

"Calm down John, it's fine, just fine. Just go to bed," I tell myself, flipping over onto my sides. I tug the sheets up under my chin and nestle in. My arms rub against my sore, rough chest.

Breathing calms me down, I can feel myself start to float off. It's weird not feeling anything between my legs and thighs, just emptiness.

Another cramp surges, aching between my legs again.

"Oh, not again!" I cry, fearful of what was happening.

Groaning I curl up as my hole throbs and throbs, I can feel it moving between my legs. But next comes my asshole, it pulses too. The pain is awful but then comes the weirdest feeling ever. Weirder than laying an egg.

It can feel my asshole and hole moving closer together, sliding and moving. Each drags, a sharp pulsing with each movement. I arch my back in a silent scream, trying to move away from the feeling. My organs were shifting in me, my stomaching groaning and adding to the overwhelming feeling.

"Ahh, fuck!" I moan out, feeling the holes reach and start to merge. They come together as one, melding into something new. It's wide and open, forming a little wall around it that slightly closes. The skin around it changes too, little bumps form which are quickly covered in wetness.

It's finally done, the ache leaving me breathless. I pant curled up in my sheets, tears leaking out of my eyes. I don't even want to know what happened. I'm exhausted and confused. So tired, I pass out.

In the morning, my vision spins around me. My head pounds and I feel blinded. Groaning, I roll over to look at my phone. It's late in the afternoon, I slept so long. But it wasn't my fault ok, it was the hang-out. Grabbing my head I sit up, looking around for my water bottle. The cold water washing down my throat feels like heaven.

My head is a little more clear, I look around the room feeling off. Not just my head was weird, something else was too...

Racking my brain I think. What was...

Oh! Oh shit! I quickly yank down my pants, looking down at myself. Right! I lost my dick and balls last night at the party. And I, I laid an egg.

Feeling around I graze the hole, but it's different. My fingers pass over rough bumps, catching on some kind of skin ring around the hole. Reaching back further, I don't feel my asshole either, it's gone. There is only this weird new hole down there. I'm flat at the front. Feeling around I don't feel aroused or anything, it's just kind of there, a little wet. Sitting in my bed, looking down at my rounded stomach, I don't know what to do. Do I tell someone... or maybe go talk to the doctor?

The door opens, incoming Quinn smiling and happy. The guy flops himself on his desk chair, legs spread wide.

"Dude, you're finally awake!" Quinn says, closing his eyes with his head back.

I nod, realizing I'm completely naked and exposed. I shift and quickly throw my sheets over myself. But Quinn didn't say anything about seeing no privates normal for a guy.

"Yeah, I'm definitely hungover right now. But hey, look, man, uh," I start ready to bring this thing up to talk to him. I feel like I need to talk to someone about this change, talk it out and see what I should do.

But Quinn interrupts and says, "John, I had the beeest time last night! Mark, that dude is the best cock around campus. I'm so lucky."

Surprised he was just coming out like that, I reply, "Oh, dude, cool for you but listen-"

"No more duds, it will be great! But w-BwAk! What were you saying?" Quinn says, looking at me with confusion.

That noise, that bawk! Just like my professors. Was this just some huge fever dream, was everyone on crack or something here?! But myself, I was changing too!

"Oh, it's nothing really. Nevermind..." I state back, feeling too weirded out to bring it up.

Quinn shrugs, turning around to face the front of his desk. He opens his laptop and starts to type something. I look around me, thinking about what I should do next. First, maybe pull up my pants. I also need some food and more water. I need to get rid of this pounding headache. God, my chest feels so irritated too. Looking down it's red and bumpy still but worse this time. The bumps are bigger.

"Hey, don't you have that study thing with those people from your math class today?" Quinn asks, not even looking back at me.

Shit, he's right. Looking back at my phone, I notice it's almost time to meet with everyone at one of the study rooms on campus. It's something I promised Nat I would do, to get to know the other people in my class and get closer. Sighing, I awkwardly cover myself with a blanket and drag it over towards the corner near my dresser. The process of dressing, pulling my pants up over my fatter stomach, the back of the pants rubbing on my new hole. It's weird.

I get ready, chug a lot of water and take aspirin before heading out. My stomach is rumbling, and honestly, I'm not too sure if it's only from hunger.

The study room is in one of the main buildings, having little rooms where people can meet to study and hang out. When I get there a few people are already there, sitting around the table talking. God, what was wrong with everyone? We were all starting to look the same. And nobody seemed to notice it either.

"John, you're here!" Nat shouts, standing up to welcome me. She gives me a side hug, which I reluctantly accept. I've never been big on touching. I notice she's wearing some kind of top with feathers on her chest area. It's very interesting.

Sitting down we get to work. I eat a granola bar as we start. Everyone has already pulled out their stuff but looking it's not like a bunch has gotten done. The professor has us reading and taking notes on the first subject, which is reviewing some basics we learned in high school like bonds, classifications, and all that stuff. It's fine, not that hard really.

"So then I was like, dude, you can't do that here! This is a classroom for god's sake," some guy says, I can't really remember his name. The conversation has gone over my head from then on. But everyone laughs at his statement, so I chuckle to follow too.

But I'm distracted. I can feel my hole rubbing on my pants, the material stuck to the slight wetness leaking out.

Then the cramps. Oh shit, the cramps are coming again. I bite my lip, trying to contain my noises as my stomach tenses and shifts. I can feel myself turning red with the effort. The cramps are sharp, but it's centered on my lower stomach worse than before. My hole twitches too.

The cramp turns into harsh movements, something is moving in me. Shocked, I duck my head to watch my lower stomach even though I can't see anything. Something is moving down my track, sliding and rubbing against my walls again. It's the same thing as last night I realized. I need to get out of here!

I move to stand up, but Nat turns towards me. "John, where are you going?" she asks.

"I, ugh, need to use the restroom," I grunt out, the thing sliding more and more. I can feel it getting closer towards my hole.

"Oh, Reagan just left, so it's occupied right now since there's only one on this floor," she mentions, turning back towards the group to continue chatting.

Occupied! Fuck!

Sitting back down I squeeze my legs together. The thing moving, the egg, was rubbing on my walls. It felt slightly good, and it shouldn't. I tense, trying to look normal but I can't control my actions. My breathing speeds up, body hunching over. I have the need to squat down again but I can't do that here!

"Ughh, ohh," I moan to myself, trying to muffle my noises into my arm. I can feel my legs spreading by themselves under the table. The egg has reached the outside of my hole. I start to push, the egg stretching me wide. As it goes, the friction feels wonderful.

"Fuck, fuck," I whisper, looking up at the people around me. They don't seem to be looking, just continuing on with their conversation.

The egg is catching on the skin around my hole. It pulls it back, cresting around the widest part. With another push, the egg comes mostly out. But the issue is I'm still sitting down and the weird hole is up against the chair. The egg has nowhere to go, so it pushes back slightly inside my body, stuck. The action has me groaning into the air. God, I need to get it out!

Standing up slightly so I'm leaning on the table I push again. The egg moves, the whole action repeating. It slips out, leaving my body and sliding into my shorts. The egg falls out of my pants and onto the floor.

Gasping, I take in the air I need. Looking down under the table, there lies the little egg that was produced inside my body.

"John, is everything ok? Reagan is back so you can use the restroom now."

Looking up through teary eyes, I take in the others staring at me. They don't really look concerned, but I feel so embarrassed.

I kick the egg away, pushing it further under the table. "Yeah, I'm fine. Actually, I need to go but this was fun," I state, gathering up my things with shaky hands.

They are all sad I'm leaving but I need to get out of here. I gather my stuff and start to rush back towards the dorm. But as I go, I notice more and more people less dressed but their bodies are covered in something. Everyone has these, feathered things on their chest. It's like a new shirt or necklace, but he can't tell. Nat had one too. God, we were all changing weren't we but it seems like no one cares.

Tears start to gather in my eyes, I was so afraid. It's like... like we were animals or something.

The feathers, the weird noises, the egg...

Holy shit, chickens. We were becoming chicken people.

Finally, back in the dorm, I take the elevator up to my room. My chest feels so itchy and rough. Scratching I look down and my eyes widen in shock. Little pokey things were sticking out. Right before my eyes, they continued to grow. With each push, my skin felt tingly as they got longer. There were like 50 of the little things, all growing at once. Helplessly I watched as they stopped growing, but then they seemed to unfold and bloom. It was feathers, puffing up on my chest.

Running my hands through my new features, I laugh in disbelief.

The door opens, stopping on my floor. The first thing I notice though is some girl in the middle of the common room squatting down. This time I could see fully what was happening. She had a weird hole like mine, but she was stretched wide by something white. She was smiling and continuing to talk with someone who was sitting by as she pushed. The thing just popped out and landed on the floor, but she seemed to tuck it in her pocket when she was done.

Walking away quickly I book it into my room. Quinn isn't there, and thank god because I feel something shifting in me again.

Looking over my feathers and at my fat stomach, I scowl at it. "Again?!"

The egg moves quicker this time, sliding down fast and easy through me. Quickly it's already pushing at my hole, and it's time for me to squat. I pull down my pants and crouch down. Grunting I push at the thing, muscles moving as I've never had to before moving to college.

"Fuuck! Just end this already!" I hold my stomach, grunting at the weird-ass, pleasurable feeling.

The end moves, tugging on my rough skin, before sliding right on out. It lands on my pants, and this time I feel a little less out of breathing. It was easier and I hated it!

I keep this egg, placing it in a bowl next to my desk. The thing stares at me as I log into my computer. I need some answers.

Looking up chickens and eggs, I find nothing on the internet. The only thing I could find was normal information about regular chickens. Their habits and facts that most people already knew. I did see that the ones who laid eggs though, were the hens... the female chickens.

The things they use to push out eggs, it's called a cloaca which is just as terrible as it sounds. Turns out chickens use it to push out eggs and shit. Squirming in my seat, rubbing my naked hole on my chair, I can't imagine what was going to come out of me. I thought the eggs were the worst thing in the world.

I noticed a few noticeable pictures, celebrities, and news reporters also with the feathers and round bellies. But the weird thing was, there were no articles on the whole changing into a chicken thing?! It was like the whole world was oblivious to what was happening but no one cared. I literally could not believe it.

That egg, staring back at me and mocking me, was just sitting there innocently. I knew I wasn't dreaming, that thing was formed in me and came out of my... cloaca. We must be under some spell or mass hallucination that everyone fell for. But for some reason, not me.

But I knew I wasn't the one in the wrong. Pressing down on my stomach, I can feel things that are hard, swollen balls that are not fat. If I imagined it enough, round things filled me up. The belly sat heavy in my lap, pressing up against my desk as I checked my computer.

I knew the things shifting in me, moving once again were not my imagination.

"No, no, no!" I shout, already moving into position. Sliding off the chair, knees spread wide and my hole exposed to the world. As I arch my back, I can feel the thing rub against my walls fast.

"God! Why does it feel so good?" I moan, clenching down trying to force the egg to stop moving. But my muscles don't want to work, they instead push. It's becoming instinctual, wanting that egg out!

"Uhhh, BwaK!"

It comes out before I can stop it, the noise escaping my throat. The shock that I was the one who just made that causes me to jolt, the egg slipping right on out. I didn't even notice at first, my mind staring blankly forward.

Here I was, squatting on the floor with an egg behind me. The whole campus, maybe the country, has changed. We were all the same but I felt so alone. Falling back on my ass, I pick up the egg and stare down at the little thing. This was my future, and I honestly didn't know how I felt about that. I had once complained about buying certain eggs in the supermarket, but now I would have my own supply for the rest of my life. God... what if they one day weren't regular eggs but had chicks? What then?