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Jobs were a dime a dozen, it was the good paying jobs that were so hard to come by. A young woman walked into a large back room with a taller woman, a chicken anthro with pristine white feathers. "We do all of our training back here. Some have told us that our training can be a little intense, but I know you'll be just perfect after we're finished."

Claire was a little uncertain about the job, but the money paid extremely well. When she first arrived, the chicken anthro escorting her looked uncertain, but when Claire mentioned that she was looking for a new place to live, the chicken anthro's eyes lit up. The interview process was weird, but she wasn't going to complain. "Just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it as best as I can." She picked up the strange scent of... chicken feed? The shop was a fetish sex shop, but the backroom gave off the impression that it was anything but that. The back room was massive for a fetish shop and, while there were a few aisles of sex toys lines up, there were a variety of suits. Claire also noticed it was freezing, though he saw no windows of any sort.

"I'll admit, at first I was uncertain if you'd be able to qualify for the job." The chicken anthro reached a large metal door in the back. She opened it up and pushed Claire inside. She quickly got inside and shut the door before the woman would have time to look around. "But then I realized we could do a little... training, and you'll fit the role just fine! You'll be a happy little chicken drone in no time!"

"A happy little... what?" Claire kept her eyes on the anthro as the chicken pushed her in. Only once inside, she glanced around, and her jaw dropped at what she saw.

The room was small, about the size of a normal bedroom, but there was a giant chair that looked as if it were made of inflated latex. Tubes lined up coming from walls and tanks up to the chair. The room smelled oddly pleasant, yet also still of chickens. Large machinery could also be seen around the chair with various screens, levers, switches, and a very large on and off switch located right at the doorway. Light emitted from the top from fluorescent bulbs, though the lights were faint.

"Um... this is...a fetish chair?" Claire wondered exactly what kind of training the chicken anthro was going to put her through. She noticed various straps along the chair with a remote, but no labels on that remote to indicate what it did. Whatever this room was, she felt a chill in the air that told her to leave, but the chicken in front of the door would make sure that would not happen.

"Sorry little chick, but you see... we've needed someone to get in a special suit to advertise for our shop. Thing is, we never found anyone big enough, nor anyone that WAS big enough to want to get in that suit. Rather than go through the complex process of needing to hire a weighty perverted girl, we figure the best course of action is to... make our own." The chicken pressed her hand up against Claire's back and shoved her to the chair. "Don't worry pretty chick, we'll take this nice and slow so you can just relax and get used to your new life."

Claire stumbled forward up to the chair. She managed to catch herself before landing in the chair by putting her hands down on the armrests, but she heard a click noise as the chair grabbed onto her wrists. She tried to pull away, but the chair would only let her go so far. "H-hey! I don't want this job anymore! I quit!" The chair's cold metal grasp held her wrists firmly with only enough slack to turn her body to face the chicken, but little else. The latex chair was almost as cold as the chains around her wrists.

"Sorry, but you signed the contract." The chicken anthro said with a smile. "Now we have to get you suited up. Are you going to let us suit you up? Because it looks like you're going to make this... difficult. We can suit you up in parts and then it will all come together, either way is fine with me." She grabbed the remote and pressed one of the seemingly countless buttons on it. Just as the chair grabbed Claire's wrists, they grabbed her ankles in the exact same manner.

Claire let out a scream. She tried to pull free, but the restraints pulled her into the chair. She fell down and hit the soft cushion. "You son of a bitch! That contract didn't say anything about this!" Not that Claire had read the entire contract, but even if she didn't, no contract was this unfair legally! "What do you even mean to suit me up?" She didn't recall what she signed up to be. She thought she said something about advertising spokesperson, and that meant a few phone calls here and there or helping advertise their sex shop somehow.

"Legal? You've consented to this written, and you soon will... verbally." With a smile on the chicken anthro's face and the press of more buttons, claws came out of the couch attached to metal tentacles. The claws grabbed Clarie's shoes and shocks and pulled them off. One of the tentacles had a large sharp knife and held it up against Claire. "Now, I advise you to hold still, lest you want to end up bleeding." The knife went to the chest in front of Claire and sliced open her top. The knife then moved downward, cutting Claire's top in half.

Claire wasn't sure if she wanted to hold still with that knife. Maybe getting injured would prove to be a way out, but then again she also didn't trust the chicken anthro to take care of her if she did start bleeding. She decided to hold still and watch as the knife cut her top in half, bra included, and revealed her B cup tits, unraveling her shirt as if it were an open jacket. Why did they pick her out of all people? Didn't others apply for this job? Her mind raced with questions, almost all of them starting with why. Her heart pounded with fear as the cold restraints held her in place up against the chair. She breathed hard and heavy in a panic, trying some way to escape when the knife was far enough away from her body, but to no avail.

"You are so thin." The chicken anthro let out a soft sigh, which sounded so strongly like a cluck. "Oh well. We'll just have to fatten you up in the suit, but first let's see what you look like down there." The same knife that cut Claire's top now cut her pants. "We have to get rid of your clothes entirely, and then we'll start getting you dressed in your new outfit!"

There was the mention of the new outfit again. What kind of outfit was this chicken planning? Claire looked around as she tried to calm herself down. The room had a few cameras in the upper corners, the big metal door with a slot to see the inside of, but likely not the outside, and then she saw something on the other side of the door, a suit that looked like a massive chicken suit, a large fuzzy suit. Based on the size of the suit, the costume was smaller than the anthro chicken, but bigger than Claire. "T-that?" She noticed the outfit looked as if it were one massive suit with an opening in the center that resembled that of a vagina, a very, very large one. How were they going to force her into that outfit when they were restraining her? She wasn't going to cooperate! They wouldn't hurt her, no way. She almost regretted not letting that knife touch her. She had to be trained for a 'job' after all, if she was injured, they wouldn't be able to use her.

"That's right." The chicken anthro grabbed the large outfit and let another set of claws hold it up. Not only was there an entrance in the front, but there was a small hole for her head to poke out of below the beak. "The training is a multi-step process, and we're ready to start training you. While I don't want to have to train you before you become my little chick..." Two monitors lowered, hovering above the chicken anthro. "If you're not going to step into our beautiful and warm suit, we have our ways to force you."

Claire wasn't sure what the chicken meant by force, and she didn't want to know either. She looked at the suit mortified. The suit looked almost like that of a sex fetishists wet dream, but then again that was probably the point considering it was a fetish sex shop. "You're damn right I'm not getting in that suit!" She shouted. She swished her tongue inside her mouth and spat at the chicken, hitting the floor with a soft wet splat.

"Talking back already, huh? Well we can't have that." The metal arms holding the suit moved it to Claire while the restraints forced her to stand up. The suit was placed right behind Claire while another metal restraint reached out and grabbed her neck as if collaring a dog. "Now, get your head in the suit." The arms moved the suit's opening behind Claire and shoved her head into position, at least as best as it could with the restraint in place. It managed to get her head inside the suit with the restraint sticking out from below. The moment Claire's head was in position, the restraint released itself, allowing Claire to move her head, but now inside the suit.

It was as if her own mother were dressing her, forcefully at that. She felt the tight top wrap around her and force her head into place. Darkness surrounded her, but only briefly as her head was put into position. She closed her eyes as the neck slid over her face, and then opened them back up again to feel the interior from the chicken suit on her scalp. She immediately tried to wrestle her head down the moment the restraint left her neck, but to no avail. The suit snuggly hugged her neck and kept her head in position as if she were wearing the top of the silly costume. She would have used her hands, but the restraints held them in place. 'Why is this so tight?' She thought in a panic, shaking her head from side to side. It was awkward to just have her head in the suit while the rest of it flapped behind her like a cape.

"I'm assuming you're not going to get your arms and legs in there easily. Good thing the arms are flexible, right?" The chicken chuckled with a sound that resembled clucking. With the remote still in hand, she moved the restraints to force her arms inside. "Doesn't it feel nice inside the suit? It will be your new home, forever. So get comfortable."

While Claire felt so much fuzziness around her, the suit also had a sort of velvet feel despite all of the squeaking she heard when trying to struggle. She wouldn't admit the suit felt like a very comfortable sleeping bag, largely because the chicken was trying to force her into it. She looked down at the restraints and noticed the flexibility in their grasp, able to move like a flexible tentacle, yet hold her down as if she were in cuffs. She opened her mouth and spat again, unable to do much else physically. Words clearly weren't going to cut it, so she had to do whatever she could to show signs of resistance. Her fingers flexed into fists, all except for her thumbs which she tried to use to fiddle with the clasps holding her tightly.

"This is a very special suit, you know." The chicken explained with a smile on its beak. The sides of the beak curled upward while her eyes softly glazed over Claire. "It's a pity you're not going to accept it so easily." She grabbed a large tube that almost looked like that of a mask an air pilot might put on, one that covered the nose and mouth. With the suit holding Claire in place, the chicken effortlessly attached the mask to Claire's mouth. "We'll be feeding you with this. I think a few dozen pounds should do the truck." Various other arms came down and wrestled Claire into the suit. If two arms didn't work, then it would just use two more, and then more, the tentacle arms seemed countless as they restrained her and wrestled her inside the chicken outfit.

No matter how much Claire struggled, the mechanical arms stuffed her in the suit like stuffing in a chicken, almost literally given the circumstances! The cold mechanical claws rubbed up against Claire's skin, forcing her into the suit and only removing their grasp when other arms grabbed onto the suit and pressured her legs down inside the suit, just as her arms. It was a struggle like no other and hard to pay attention to her surroundings. Claire had to fight and she had to win! With every passing moment, the cold mechanical claws merely pushed her in the suit more and more until the suit covered her. The arms then zipped up the suit and retracted. She would have spat at the chicken, but with the mask covering her face, she scowled at her instead. What kind of mask even was this? She had recalled seeing it in operating rooms. Was it supposed to put her to sleep? She didn't know, and she didn't want to stay around long enough to find out.

While the arms stuffed her into the suit, the suit itself was much too large for her body. The front and back of the torso of that chicken outfit flopped about with her struggling, as did the wings and even feet. Humiliation filled her head with being stuck in an oversized chicken suit that, while very warm and comfortable like an oversized sleeping bag, was a very embarrassing thing to get so forcefully placed into. No wonder nobody took this job!

"You can still talk with that mask on, it doesn't restrain the movement of your lips. Well, not yet anyways." The chicken spoke to Claire casually. "Now that you're all situated in the suit though, we can begin more of your training! Let's get started!" Where most of the mechanical arms went away, various screens began to lower, stopping just at head height for Claire. All of the screens were off, but with the press of a button, the screens began to rapidly flash.

Claire slammed her eyes shut, but two more mechanical arms came out from behind her and forced her eyelids open. She tried to look away from the screens, but no matter where she looked, there was always something there. It was hard to make out many of the messages as most messages flashed rapidly. She saw words such as 'obey' and 'cluck' as well as 'good chicken' with so many other countless words, spirals, and signals that her brain was hardly able to process as it went so quickly. The mechanical arms released their grip on her eyelids not a minute later, but she found herself unable to close her eyes outside of blinking. 'Why can't I keep my eyes shut?' Claire wondered to herself as she lazily looked from screen to screen.

"That's it, my little chicken. Just watch, listen, and feel." The chicken pressed another button a machine began to humm. Yellow and orange colored feed flowed through the tube attached to Claire's mouth and pushed itself up against her lips. The feed flowed heavily, attempting to force Claire's lips open. "Eat, cluck, and lay eggs. That's what good chickens do, and you're a good little chicken, aren't you?"

Claire would have responded had she not had a mouthful of feed pushing to her lips. She resisted at first, but the more the screens flashed and the more she looked upon the many words and pictures, most of which she identified as chicken related but unable to focus much more besides that. "Mrrphm...mmrm." She mumbled. Her mouth relaxed and the feed began to pour in. The chicken feed tasted like miniature vegetable seeds and she found herself swallowing those seeds down into her stomach. She mentally screamed at herself to stop, but she was unable to halt the flow of feed, nor the swallowing of more and more inside her body. The flavor was so plain! She pondered how one ate this sort of stuff every day! Then again, good chickens ate chicken feed, and she was a good chicken.

"And the feed is just the beginning!" The chicken clasped her hands together happily. "You'll find you can't use your hands at all! No, you have full-fledged wings and chicken feet now." The flow of feed began to slow, but only briefly. "A good chicken needs to cluck like a chicken! Isn't that right?"

The feed in the tube slowed enough for Claire to get caught up and empty her maw. Her mouth felt dryer than a desert. She parted her lips, unable to produce any spit, not that it would have done any good anyways with the tube. She tried to say 'help me' but it came out as a confused "Cluck?"

Claire froze as the noise came out of her lips. No! She didn't mean to say that! "Buck? Buc-gaw! CLUCK CLUCK!" She would have flapped her wings had the restraints not held her in place. She wanted to flex her fingers in that suit to try to find a creative method to free herself, but she was incapable of doing even that. Her stomach felt bloated with so much feed stuffed in her and she felt so full, not just in her gut, but elsewhere. What was with this strange growing pressure behind her? Was it the bathroom? But it felt more as if it were coming from her vaginal lips, as if something wanted to squeeze out of there, but how was that possible? She wasn't a chicken! The chicken stuffed her into a suit and nothing more! Even if she were hypnotized and a... good little chicken, a thought that made her smile faintly, she wasn't a real chicken! She couldn't lay eggs!

"That's a good chicken." The chicken stroked Claire's head, rather she stroked the head of the suit. "The suit will finish it's connections soon, but I'm sure it's done enough for this." She unclipped the clasps on Claire's wrists. "Those must be hurting you, with the way a chicken SHOULD bend her arms, isn't that right?"

Claire immediately wanted to punch the chicken the moment her arms were freed from those clasps, but they instead went right to her sides folded up. "Buck! Cluck cluck!" She shouted while the feed continued to flow in, her mouth eating it as if it were instinct. The velvet suit that hugged her like a warm blanket. She felt the warmth of the chicken's hands on the head of the suit, and it terrified her how she was able to detect such a thing, as if the suit was an extension of her body. Worse yet was that pressure. She noticed something inside of her cunt, and she had a strange urge to push. As she tried pushing, a vibration rubbed her vaginal walls, turning her cheeks red and filling her up with pleasure. She would have moaned, but with chicken noises she let out a soft "Cooo..."

"Your suit is genetically modified so you'll be able to lay eggs from it." The chicken unclasped the restraints holding Claire's ankles in place, allowing her to move free once more. With the press of a button, the monitors turned off. The screens did quick work to her mind, while the suit did a fast job to her body. "But, you need some initiation before you can lay your first egg. Chickens can lay eggs unfertilized, but that's not really exciting, is it? Moreover, you're a sex chicken! You advertise sex." The chicken pulled down her pants and revealed a cock that looked human in nature, except white in color. Despite the chicken appearing female, she had a full on cock! "Your suit is also modified to be able to open up and take cocks. Now, let's test out that function, shall we?"

More questions rose in Claire's mind the moment she saw that shaft. Did chickens normally have cocks? Maybe anthros were supposed to, but it was hard to think about that for long as the thoughts 'Cock, fuck, suck.' Bombarded her mind, images from the hypnosis screen before. With a happy cluck, she turned and presented herself, bending down and showing her rear and ass. Her chicken suit was massively round at the bottom, but there was still a hole for her rear and vagina, not that she'd be able to see it, but she could definitely feel it. "Buck! Buck! Buck!" She tried to repeat the hypnosis. Something was so wrong with her, but what she was doing felt so right.

With a happy moan, the chicken wasted no time thrusting her cock into the latex suit and then going through that thin veil to thrust into Claire's actual vaginal lips, holding onto the chicken and pushing her shaft in deep. "Now, this will give you about twenty eggs. Once you've laid twenty eggs, you'll need to get fucked by me, or someone else, to fill yourself back up."

Claire's brain processed that as if it were true. How could it be false? She was her own... no... she wasn't her... but oh fuck, the cock felt so good in her. Yes, it must be real. She laid eggs, she loved to be full, she had to be big, fat, full. She was disappointed she couldn't be fatter, but with enough time she could be a massive fat chicken to lay dozens of eggs for her! She let out a "BUCKAW!" And thrust herself back against the chicken, losing all track of her former self. The pleasure was too much, she had to have something in her! The sensation was beyond belief! She was full, she was warm, she was so happy and satisfied, nothing else in the world mattered but that fucking!

"I'll make this one easy and quick the first time." The chicken said with a few thrusts. She held onto Claire and, gritting her beak, let out a moan as she orgasmed into Claire, filling her cunt full of her seed. "But... the next time will be much longer, and much more intimate and longer."

Claire felt as if her mind snapped when the chicken's 'seed' entered her. She let out a lustful moan that a chicken could only make before the chicken anthro pulled free and she slowly came to realize what happened. The chicken just... and Claire... and she wanted it! She loved it! She wanted more of it! But if the chicken anthro said she had to wait, then she had to wait. Part of her was grateful for that, but another desired her here and now. Still, she didn't have much time to think about it, not with a growing pressure pressing against her vaginal lips, putting her even in more pleasure.

Claire flapped towards the chicken with her elbows stuck behind her while her palms rested at her waist. She tried to move them, only to lightly flap. Even her walking was restricted to that of chicken-like movements. "Buck! Buck buck!" She repeatedly clucked. God, that pressure was so distracting! She had to get rid of it! She took a deep breath and spread her legs. She moved into a squatting position to help relieve the pressure, and pushed. Once this thing was out, yes once this thing pushed out of her, then she'd... she wanted to attack that chicken, but the chicken's cock was too good. She couldn't attack someone with a cock like that! She loved cocks! She was a chicken after all!

"Now, we'll be working on your weight so you come back in here and eat lots of chicken feed!" The mask came off Claire with ease, but the chicken wasn't worried about that. Claire the chicken had been under hypnosis long enough, she'd be back for more feed and more... training. Heck, she had a nest set up like a bed for the little chicken to be! "I can see you're doing one very important thing that chickens need to do. Just relax and let it happen, you're going to love it."

The vibration in Claire's cunt intensified. It was hard for her to focus as the thing pushed its way out of her suit, whatever it was, the vibrations inside of her grew stronger and stronger, making her blush more and more. She strained to hold back any noise while part of the suit opened up, a small part where the chicken's own cloaca would be. As it opened up, an egg appeared, one that measured bigger than a chicken's, but proportionately the same size had Claire been the size of a chicken. 'Am I really... oh fuck... oh cluck! I mean cluck! CLUCK!' Even her very thoughts turned into that of a chicken's while she pushed the egg out, the vibrator and suit assuring she would have one long orgasm once the egg exited the suit. She was lost in the lust to describe the pleasurable sensations that wracked her body. She wanted to scream and deny it, she wanted to say she hated it, but she let out loud clucks of joy and pleasure as the vibrator pleasured her immensely, only dying down once the egg plopped to the floor, an egg the same coat as the suit.

The chicken walked behind Claire and stroked the top of the suit's head, knowing very well that Claire felt it underneath, the suit having attached to Claire in far more ways than the chicken could describe, or that Claire would know about. "Good chicken. Nice Chicken. You've got a little sway in your belly." She poked the suit that stuck out in front of Claire's grown gut. "But we will fix that in due time. Now, your job as a chicken is to go out and show everyone what a good little chicken you are. I'll be keeping a close eye on you! Show off to everyone, and if they look close to wanting to come in but are unsure, you lay an egg right in front of them!"

Claire wished she could shout and say no, but her body let out a nod, a cluck, and she went to the door without a second thought. The awkward vibrator rumbled softly inside of her to keep her in a state of pleasure, but only when she behaved more like a chicken did it more appropriately reward her. She wanted to fight, but the screens from before flashed in her mind. No, she should be a good little chicken, just like the chicken said. Without a second thought, she stepped outside, raised her furry arms into the air, and let out a loud "BUCK!" As she flapped her wings and pointed to the store, stuck in a chicken outfit behaving just like the anthro desired her to, for who only knew how long.