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Making a day trip to the zoo was fun for the whole family.

Modern zoos had come a long way from their older counterparts in the 50's and 60's. These days, entertainment was everywhere, and when the animals were too sleepy to interact with, or simply not in the mood to deal with human onlookers, technology took over. Many zoos had the placement of animatronic dinosaurs throughout the park, working autonomously and without pay, and computers and video games that simulated interacting with live animals could be found in every corner of the grounds.

Truly, there was no better way for a family to spend the day.

"Cage five is all clean, guys!"

For a zookeeper, however, doing all of the behind the scenes work meant something a little less glamorous. Animals had to be fed, cleaned up after, groomed, and occasionally, hunted down...and none of these jobs were easy. The childhood memories of going to the zoo and having such a good time was what motivated so many of the employees that worked at the zoo to finally get a job there, and such was the case for young Daniel.

Still overly eager to impress his superiors, and still filled with the same wonder and merriment he felt when traveling the zoo as a kid, Daniel came into work on time every day, kept his shaggy, black hair combed back, and always wore his official uniform and his silly name tag, even if some of the other new employees made fun of him for being so proper. He didn't care; he wanted to make the best impression he could to move up through the ranks, so he could achieve his dream of being an actual zookeeper.

Of course...that meant doing some rather nasty jobs along the way, and having climb up one of the messiest ladders in the corporate world.

"Good, good. Looks like the birds gave you a little bit more of a 'bath' than usual, Daniel!" his manager replied, as Daniel came in from the aviary cage door, into a small back room where the employees could clean themselves off. Naturally, while Daniel was working inside of the cages, the birds tended to get startled...and that meant that Daniel's uniform looked a bit more like the windshield of a car that was left outside in the summer. "Clean yourself up and head down into the lab. I need you to collect some samples for me."

Daniel liked almost every aspect of his job, even when he was quite literally getting crapped on by the animals and metaphorically by his superiors, but this was easily the most unnerving part of his employment. Something about having to harvest samples from drugged up birds just felt wrong, but he knew that the intentions behind it were pure. Semen samples could be used for research, or, in the case of an endangered species, the samples could be frozen and kept alive, in case an artificial insemination was needed to save a species.

It was just one of the dirtier parts of his job.

"Yes, sir," Daniel replied promptly, not wanting to keep his boss waiting. Daniel was used to the birds getting a bit rattled when he entered the cage now, so he was prepared for the mess they made of his uniform. He always carried a back up with him to the break room outside of the cage, and he slipped out of the black polo shirt and into a bright, Kelly green one, pinning his name tag right to it and pressing it down firmly to his flesh before he headed for the door.

"And get that cut checked out, too! Looks like something nasty might have caught you on the hand."

Daniel had been so distracted in his cleaning of the cage that he never noticed his wound. He wasn't worried about getting lockjaw, as he'd recently gotten his tetanus vaccine updated, but if it was one of the animals that got him, it could easily get infected, and a simple alcohol rub wasn't going to cut it.

Still...it can wait, Daniel thought, as he walked out the back door of the break room and back into the sunlight. Don't want to disappoint my manager.

Blind ambition to be the best at his job was clouding Daniel's better judgment, and he opted to ignore the wound on his hand as he trekked across the open area outside. The distance from the aviary, where families could observe and learn about different birds, to the laboratory where they kept the animals for surgery and harvesting wasn't a very long one. It only took Daniel a minute or so to make his way through, but this was easily one of the best parts of his day: the sun was shining brightly overhead, peaking through the heavy leaves of the trees above in thin, golden beams that reached to the ground. Families were walking around, all smiles, satisfied by the quality of the zoo, something that Daniel was directly a part of.

It only added to his pride, and helped him ignore just how much he hated going into the laboratory.

Daniel walked right past a sign that said "Employees ONLY" and over a small sidewalk, to a locked door of jet black on the side of a white building. He gathered up his key and unlocked it, letting himself inside and locking the door behind him, making sure that no wandering children managed to sneak in with him. Inside was a rather standard set up; coat racks to the right, a closet to the left, and straight ahead was an open area with a couple of desks for storing files and doing research. It wasn't the demented, chilling kind of laboratory that people imagined in most science-fiction movies, but a rather simple one, with a small room in the back, blocked off by a door. That was the only place that seemed sinister at all, and only because of the operating table that waited within.

"Good...he left instructions for me," Daniel muttered to himself, finding that he was alone in the lab, as was often the case, but on one of the desks, there was a small piece of paper and a couple empty vials, with instructions on which birds to milk that day. Nothing in the world could prepare someone for the experience of milking a bird, but thankfully, they were already under sedation when Daniel arrived, at least sparing him the moment of poking them with a needle full of unusual drugs. All he had to do was probe around a little bit.

Picking up the vials and scanning over the paper, Daniel took mental notes of which birds he had to go after and opened up the small room in the back. Several birds were waiting there for him, and he matched up the numbers on the paper to the tags on the ankles of the birds. Three samples had to be taken, and all told, the process was going to be about the same for each one.

"Feel around here...let's see..." Daniel found that talking to himself made the whole experience a little less weird, but it could only help so much. Turning on music might startle the birds, so other than the sound of his own voice and the occasional, rare sqwuak of confusion, there was no other noise to be had. Even the vial opening didn't make an audible sound as Daniel pressed it right up to the cloaca of the first bird. He'd put a small pair of surgical gloves on his hands, and worked a small amount of medically safe lubrication into his fingertips to start the process, brushing his fingertip back and forth over the cloaca of the first bird. It took very little stimulation to achieve the desired result, and within seconds, the vial was starting to fill with a thin, off-white stream of avian seed.

Daniel capped the first vial and set it on a counter in the operating room, and the second bird gave up his own mess with the same sort of ease, but the third bird was starting wobble as Daniel approached it to get the final sample. "Woah there, buddy! Don't you go falling over on me now!"

The bird couldn't understand Daniel, naturally, and so heavy was its sedation that it nearly flopped over onto the operating table from the safe perch that it was nestled on. Daniel quickly moved from the counter, managing to catch it, but the bird still lunged forward clumsily and tore through the thin latex of the surgical glove with a talon. The same wound from earlier was exposed, and with timing that defied logic, Daniel's lubricated fingertip brushed over the cloaca of the third bird, sending a quick, streaking shot of ejaculate across the uncovered wound.

"D-damn! That stings!" Daniel recoiled and pulled his wrist back, looking over the slick, whitish fluid as it streaked down over the back of his hand. It was definitely one of the nastier things that had happened to him at the zoo, but nothing that he wasn't prepared for. He could no longer use the sample now that it was tainted by his wound, but he had the first two samples... "Think it might be best if I go get this looked at before I bother trying to do anymore work," Daniel finally realized. Uncaring of the torn glove, he was quick to milk the third sample out of the over-served bird, and he hastily capped the last vial. He tossed all three in the fridge, and walked right over to the sink in the surgery room, turning the water on as hot as he could. Rinsing his hands off thoroughly before he even bothered reaching for the soap, Daniel was sure that he would have killed any infection that might be in his cut...but the presence of something far more sinister was already under his skin.

**

"So that's the long and short of it...dunno where I got the cut from, but I was collecting a semen sample from the crane over in the laboratory...and whoever sedated him went way too far. The poor thing could barely stand!"

Like any other zoological facility, this one had fantastic medical quarters, and a field of highly trained doctors meant that people often didn't report in for a mere cut...but by the time Daniel had even reached the medical quarters, his cut, despite his own rapid and thorough cleaning, was already starting to swell up a bit, and the flesh around the wound was discoloring, turning to a soft, scary shade of pale white.

"And you cleaned it out right away? Didn't let anything else get into it?" asked a young, female doctor, one who was much less enthusiastic about the fact that she was working at a zoo than Daniel was.

"Nothing at all," Daniel suggested. "But my manager noticed the cut while I was over at the aviary."

"Was it swollen then, too?"

Daniel shook his head. "No, I barely even noticed it when I was over there. If he hadn't said something, I might have never even seen it."

The doctor came in with a closer look. She held Daniel by the wrist and lifted the appendage just a little bit before letting it drop. It was reacting normally, short of the strange discoloration. "I've got to admit, Daniel, I've never seen a color pattern quite like this around a wound, but you aren't showing any signs of infection, and you aren't running a fever or anything of the sort...just keep a very close eye on it. If you start to feel funny whatsoever, I want you back in my office immediately. Do you understand?"

"Yes, doctor. Thanks for sneaking me in to take a look at it."

"Pfft, it's the height of my day. Being a doctor around here is either the most boring job in the world...or it's an absolute nightmare."

That dichotomy made perfect sense to Daniel, who realized that the only time a doctor would really be called upon in a zoo was for the worst of emergencies. Something as minor as a cut on the hand was probably a walk in the park, to them.

"Glad I didn't end up ruining your day, then. Hopefully this doesn't ruin mine!" Daniel exclaimed, as he excused himself from the medical quarters. The moment the door closed behind him, however, the doctor picked up a small notepad and a pen from inside of a drawer and began taking down notes. The panic that she was hiding was quick to emerge as her pen flew across the paper with in chicken-scratch, spelling out Serious infection, may require evacuation.

Just outside the door and back in the fresh air of a gorgeous day, Daniel was none the wiser, and completely uncaring of his wound. It was a little bit itchy, and the white pigment was starting to spread a little bit further, but he wasn't all that worried about it. His skin was wont to be pale when he wasn't getting enough sun, and he had a feeling that was the only real problem at hand.

In this case, it turned out that optimism and a positive attitude were his two worst enemies.

"Wonder what tasks I've got left before I'm free for the day," Daniel said to himself, sending the occasional, friendly wave to any families and zoo-goers that he passed. He tried to give the zoo the best reputation that he could, so much so that he made sure to turn the cut on his hand away from people, not wanting them to think there was anything wrong with him. No one seemed to notice it regardless, except for his manager...who was still waiting for him at the aviary.

His arms were crossed tightly over his chest the moment that Daniel walked in the back door. "So, what did the doctor say?" he asked, holding even more of an all-business attitude than usual.

"She just told me to keep an eye on it, and go back to see her if I wasn't feeling well," Daniel replied.

"And do you feel well?"

"Y-yeah...I feel fine," Daniel suggested. Just the way his manager was bearing down on him made his stomach turn slightly, but that was nothing out of the ordinary.

His manager raised an eyebrow, not seeming to buy it, but he sighed and nodded. "All right...if you're sure. Don't need another lawsuit on our hands..." he trailed off, before handing a small digital camera to Daniel. "We're a bit short staffed today, so I'm going to need you to head back to the laboratory to do some observation on that crane you were sampling earlier. Try not to get any on yourself this time, okay?"

Daniel knew a small blush was creeping up to the surface of his skin at that. Be it a wild animal or not, having semen all over your hand was an embarrassing thought. "You got it, sir. Just the usual hour of filming?"

"That's right. Do your observations and come right back. The doctor told me to keep an eye on you."

Nodding and sure of himself, Daniel took the digital camera and headed out the door, making the short trip over to the laboratory again. He let himself in and quickly closed the door behind himself, same as always, but the moment he was inside, he slumped back against the door just a little bit. "Was...has it really gotten that warm outside, or is it just me?"

The small, digital thermometer on the wall said only 68 degrees, but that was nothing to go by, as the laboratory had to be kept at a certain temperature. Assuming that it was much warmer outside, Daniel made sure the door was locked behind him and stepped over to one of the desks, setting the camera down with shaky hands, before he grabbed his own cell phone out of his pocket.

"C'mon...pick up..." Daniel muttered, as his dedication to staying at work for the whole day was blinding him to the now concerning spread of white flesh over his right arm. It was creeping all the way up to his elbow...and turning fuzzy. "Pick up the damned phone, Richie!"

There was finally a voice on the other end. "Hey...Daniel? What's up, dude? We're only supposed to use these work phones for emergencies..."

"W-well," Daniel paused, as he watched the white fuzz shoot all the way up his right arm, into his sleeve, "I'm kinda h-having one. How fast c-can you get to the avian laboratory?"

On the other end of the phone, Daniel's coworker could hear the wobbling in Daniel's voice, and the concern behind it. "Just stay put, dude. I'll be over there in five minutes."

That gave Daniel plenty of time to set up the camera, but his dedication to his job would be his undoing...and as he hung up his cell phone, it dropped from his left hand, thanks to a thin coat of white fuzz covering his fingertips. "W-what the hell...? This...this is some crazy f-fuckin' infection!"

Setting up the camera was becoming that much more of a non-option, but Daniel was still determined to try. As long as he did at least that much, his manager couldn't be angry with him...if he could actually manage to do it.

"Careful...g-gotta be careful..." Daniel repeated the mantra over and over again as his fingertips tried to grip the slick, smooth plastic sides of the digital camera, but the fuzz that was coming in on his hands made it nearly impossible, and when he tried to take a step back from the table to enter the surgery room, he immediately fell backwards, tripping over his own feet. His fingers turned the camera on as he fell, and he was sure that he broke it when it dropped to the ground.

He was wrong, however, and the camera was actively recording as he looked down at his own feet and saw his toes bulging up into large lumps, nearly the size and shape of potatoes made of flesh. Webbing was starting to grow between the toes until there were only three on each foot, and right then, right when his right leg started turning black, Richie finally arrived.

"Daniel? Daniel!" he called out, seeing nothing more than a body on the floor and a uniform, at first. Richie rushed in and grabbed his radio, about to make the call for backup...when the sight of what was happening to Daniel literally stole his voice. "Wha...I..."

Daniel still thought he was just suffering from an infection, but the camera was capturing a much different experience. Richie watched in terror as Daniel's right hand suddenly exploded outward, his fingers expanding rapidly into long, thin flaps and waving around uncontrollably. "Richie...you...you gotta help me! P-please don't tell anyone!"

Despite everything that was happening, Daniel still worried most about keeping his job, but Richie was nearly as white in the face as Daniel was in the arms. "I...who...who the hell are you? What is all of this?!" Richie asked as he backed away from Daniel, trying to contain his panic. "I need backup at the avian laboratory, now! This is not a drill!" Richie called into his radio as he ran for the door, slamming it closed and locking it behind him to trap the creature inside.

Watching with sad, worried eyes, Daniel saw his last chance to escape the room disappear, but his body quickly took his attention back. Under his shirt, more long white tufts were starting to appear, and as the tufts grew too thick, his thin, form-fitting polo shirt suddenly ripped apart. Tatters of green fabric flew into the air as he extended his arm out straight...finding that it looked just like a wing.

"T-this is weird...this is way too weird!" Daniel cried out, feeling the onset of panic himself as the black coloration in his legs ran all the way up to each of his knees. The soft, mushy flesh of his giant, lumped toes was starting to harden, and as he tried to stand upon his new "feet," he stumbled and fell back down, even further from the camera. The lens now had a full capture of Daniel's body, and just when things couldn't possibly get more embarrassing for the humiliated zoo employee, tufts of white fur began to pop up from around his waist, sticking out of his boxers and stretching the waistline of his cargo shorts as far as they would go. "N-no...no no no!"

Rriiiiiip! All of his pleading did nothing to stop the large, bursting tufts of feathers from tearing right through his shorts, and chunks of cargo fabric were added to the mess of already shredded clothes. His boxers were ripped to bits, and right in the focus of the camera was Daniel's own manhood, sitting untouched in all of his panic.

It wouldn't stay that way for long.

Daniel knew that help was coming...or something akin to it, and something in his mind wouldn't let him stop panicking. He felt as though he were about to be trapped, and that claustrophobia left him in a constant state of back and forth between full, painful consciousness and blissful, calm moments of being totally unaware. Thick, resin-like flesh now covered both of his ankles and was starting to cover all the way up to his knees, and were small, stubby nails used to sit on his toes, three large, thick claws were starting to emerge and hook down toward the ground. At the moment, the only part of Daniel that looked even remotely human was the small lining of his abdomen, but white fuzz was starting to creep across the unspoiled flesh there, as well, and even up his neck, toward the end of his nose...which was getting longer.

I knew I should have just gone home, Daniel thought, as his wiggling about didn't get him any closer to standing up. The camera perfectly captured his panic, and the twists of fear that gnarled up his face...of course, something else was adding to the same, and Daniel reached up with his left hand, still mostly human, to examine the bridge of his nose.

It was firm, and he could feel it starting to creep out and away from his face, even if it was a painfully slow movement. It grew over an inch per minute, but when you were sitting in the stew of your own fears, minutes felt like lifetimes, and Daniel tried to open his mouth to speak...but no human noise came out.

"Skrraaaawk...?"

He didn't know exactly what the noise was, but he didn't want to wait to find out. He pressed his left hand to the ground, tried to press his right arm, or wing, as it were, against a desk, and tried to prop himself up...but he couldn't do it. It only served to prop him up in front of the camera as another change started upon his body, that of his once flaccid manhood starting to grow...but for it to do nothing more than that would have been a blessing to Daniel. The very skin tone of his member was changing as it started to stiffen up and away from his body, and what was once a simple, straight shaft started to curve, leaving a full, solid bend in the underside, so much so that Daniel couldn't begin to figure out how he would even use the thing, if he ever got another chance.

That's...that's my dick now? he wondered, refusing to try to use his vocal chords again, after the eerie sound that he made the last time. That being said, his lips still hung open in shock, though now, they were much longer than human lips could ever be, jutting away unnaturally from the front of his face and gaining a dark coloration, much like the resin that covered his ankles, and now, his knees. White fuzz was spreading over the whole of his body, and in spots where it was solidified, feathers sprouted up from flesh, an unusual sensation that left Daniel to squirm helplessly on the floor. It was as though he was feeling a series of needles being pulled from his flesh, rather than being inserted, and while it carried with in a natural relief, it was still frightening to behold.

Darker tufts of fur began to emerge from Daniels' back, tearing apart what was left of his poor work uniform. He could feel the same warmth that made him feverish spreading to his upper back and running down his spine, leaving no part of his body unchanged by the unusual process, and as the fuzz reached the base of his spine, he could feel something starting to wiggle under his flesh, right near the edge of his tailbone.

Confused as he was, he was starting to get the picture, and had a feeling he knew what was going to come from that bubbling flesh.

Gotta try again... Daniel mentally reminded himself, as he braced to try and stand once more. Gotta get outta here...get help...gotta...g-gotta touch...that...

Whatever had triggered the change in Daniel, it was messing with his mind as much as it was with his body. His left hand was bursting into feathers the same as his right hand had before, but even as it did, he brought it around to touch against the strange, curvy length that was now his cock, letting the soft, fluffy feathers tease over flesh that had become so sensitive, it was nearly painful. A surge of pleasure like nothing Daniel had ever known shot up through his body, down his spine, and made the flesh upon his lower back pop out in the form of several wiggling appendages. They were quick to be covered in white fuzz, however, and they quickly turned flat, as small tufts of feathers sprouted out from them and formed them into the tailfeathers that he was still missing.

Daniel wasn't a human being anymore, but he certainly wasn't entirely a bird. It was hard to say what he was, other than that he was in serious trouble when the door to the laboratory was smashed open, followed by Richie, Daniel's Manager, and a couple of other zoo officials. Just upon seeing Daniel, everyone was left speechless; even Richie, who had already seen the transformation in progress.

"Ho-ly shit. Richie, you weren't lying! This is the most messed up thing I've ever seen!" Daniel's manager exclaimed. He lead the charge into the room, carrying a small stun baton with him and making sure that the others were flanking his sides as he approached Daniel...or at least, what used to be Daniel.

The last moments of the transformation were unfolding before the eyes of the employees, as tufts of white and black fur continued to sprout from Daniel's last remaining bare spots, before they were covered over in feathers. Daniel was beginning to fade mentally, and as he did, he didn't have the conscious shame to stop brushing his feathers over his length, bringing fluids to the surface that might have been more precious to the zoo than Daniel realized.

"Hold him down. I need a sample of his seed this instant!"

Everyone turned their attention back to the door, and they were shocked to find that it was the doctor from the medical quarters who was making the demand.

"And on what authority are you making such a decision?" asked Daniel's manager, who was moving to Daniel to hold one of his wings down regardless.

"Because I'm the lead medical doctor around here, and I'm looking at someone who came into my office with nothing more than a cut...and now, he looks like a damn crane!" she replied angrily, stomping her way over to the commotion. She grabbed one of the larger sampling vials from inside the laboratory work closet and knelt down in front of Daniel, only bothering to put a latex glove and lubrication on her right hand, holding the vial with her left. "Keep a tight grip on him. I'm sure he's in a panic right now, but it's essential that we collect this sample immediately. I have no idea what happened to Daniel, but we're going to need all of the information we can get!"

Richie grabbed the other wing, and the two security guards that came with did their best to pin Daniel's legs down, mindful of the large, dangerous claws that he was kicking around. Once all four of his limbs were held in place, the doctor immediately started pumping her lubricated hand over the shaft of the unusual cock in front of her, trying to figure out exactly how such a sex organ was even possible. It wasn't exactly a human penis, but it wasn't a cloaca, either; perhaps it was something in between, but she wasn't able to get a good enough look at it, with her hand blurring back and forth over the shaft. She did her best to keep a stone face, denying that she might be getting any enjoyment out of the moment as she furiously worked her skillful fingertips over Daniel's transformed cock, watching closely as thin trails of liquid started to emerge from a very narrow tip.

"Steady...s-steady...there!" the doctor declared, as she saw a long, thin streak of seed spray across the inside of the vial. Daniel bucked his hips wildly and shook his entire body, testing the strength of everyone that held him, but they managed to keep him pinned to the floor as the doctor kept milking his shaft, squeezing at the base and tugging upward to make sure that she milked every possible drop out of his body. The vial was filling fast as stream after stream of hot, thin, avian cum sprayed across the inside of it, and the doctor had to force the cap onto the vial before it overflowed, even as excess strands of cum spurted up weakly into the air and spilled down the underside of the curved, strange length. "My word...he's incredibly voluminous! Didn't see that coming..."

"Technically, you did," Richie replied with a snicker. His manager reached over and punched him in the arm, thinking that it probably wasn't the best time to be making a joke. "S-so...uhm...what the hell do we do now, exactly?"

"Find a proper sedative for a typical bird, but triple the amount you'd use...keep him fully sedated until we can figure out where to put him," the doctor instructed, "And how we're going to cover this one up."

She was already riddled with guilt for not taking action sooner, but knowing how corrupted the head of the zoo was, she couldn't help but feel like collapsing under even more of it at the thought of what Daniel's fate would be...when the zoo heads saw their new attraction.