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[b][u][center]A Transformative Road Trip

Part 3

For Engy

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Eddie tried to spend most of his shift in the back of the Chick-Fil-A, if only because that was where his duties tended to be most focused. He had all the paperwork to manage, all the ordering, all the various little bits and bobs that kept the restaurant running on more than a day-to-day basis to do. He did his best to keep up with the other aspects of being the manager here, but there were times when –

“Eddie! Customer wants a manager!”

He tensed up, his fingers digging into the edge of the keyboard, and he had to force himself to take a deep breath before nodding.

“Coming.”

“Better hurry.”

“Karen?”

“Yep!”

“Great.”

He groaned, rubbing his forehead. They’d been getting more and more common as more and more restaurants were forced to give ground in the name of ‘customer satisfaction’. Workers rights were getting curtailed everywhere in surreptitious ways, stealing away what the clerks, cooks, and more could do to keep their own dignity. They were almost helpless against the angry customers, now, and that meant that he was going to have to debase himself in front of this woman or he was going to end up getting reported to corporate for being a bad worker. Again.

Shaking his head, he froze the screen before getting out of his seat. He walked out of the back office, past the fryers and the heat lamps, and made his way to the front of the restaurant. There were lines five people wide there, and the Karen in question, a white woman with so much sunscreen on that she looked like she’d just emerged from a chemical vat, was peering at him over a pair of sunglasses.

“Are [i]you[/i] the manager?” she asked with a disdainful stare.

[i]Oh god, woman, all you need is a Pomeranian in your purse to complete this look…[/i]

Eddie nodded regardless, and the woman laid into him.

“Your worker here overcooked my fries and got the order wrong. It was FIVE pieces of chicken, not three, and they’re [i]all[/i] burnt! See?!”

She all but threw her bag at him, and only long-trained reflexes on the line kept him from being hit in the face. Wishing that he had taken those catching reflexes and gone into baseball rather than fast food, he opened the bag and looked in.

Just as he expected, it was fine. Yes, three pieces of chicken, but none of them were burnt, and nor were the fries. Maybe slightly well-done, but nothing more than that. This woman was obviously seeking perfection in a place of mass production.

“Do you have a receipt?” he asked on reflex.

“[i]They[/i] never gave me one,” she said, pointing to the cashier nearest him.

Eddie sighed as the cashier – Margaret – shrunk inwards. She was one of those sweet little ladies that had come back to work in the slump that the economy was going through, trying to earn some extra cash. All that sweetness of the motherly woman was getting sucked out of her by the day, though, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up quitting in a few more weeks. Hell, he’d be surprised if she lasted that long.

But she was professional enough to give a receipt, he knew that much. There would have been one, and lo and behold, there [i]was[/i] a tape mark on the side of the bag, showing where a receipt had been pushed.

“Ma’am, I can see that there was –”

“I don’t care what you see! I know my rights. You failed to get it right, now I get free food!”

The crowd was starting to stir angrily, wanting to get to the front of the line and place their orders. Eddie knew that it wouldn’t be worth it to fight this woman on it, and truth be told, he didn’t have the energy anymore. He looked down at Margaret, gave the graying woman an apologetic shake of the head, and turned back to the Karen.

“Fine. I’ll have it prepped. What was your order?”

As an order double the size of the original claim came through, he sighed and put it into the register, using a manager code to void the payment process and get it going. He hated doing this, he really did, but there was nothing that he could do. He’d been rendered little more than a glorified team leader, and that was the best that he could hope to be at this point.

That done, he gestured for the woman to step to the side so that the others could make their orders. She did that much, at least, and he sighed as he walked to the back of the restaurant again.

However, something hit him on the way that sent a shiver down his spine, literally. The whole restaurant suddenly dropped ten degrees in temperature, and he shivered as he felt the chill run down his spine. It was actually a relief, considering the ambient heat, but at the same time, he wondered who had run off to the air con and turned it up so high.

Then he remembered that they didn’t actually have that. Not in the working areas, at least.

[i]What the hell…[/i]

Eddie decided to go and check the freezer. Better to be sure that there was nothing leaking back there.

#

There had been nothing wrong with the freezer, and in the thirty minutes that it took to check the different bits and bobs, five more complaints had come up. It was as if the first woman had inspired a new plague of them, causing them to rise up at the slightest little problem that they could find with their order.

Eddie returned to the front of the restaurant, doing everything that the handbook allowed him to try and back his employees up, but there was very little that he could do. Corporate and the franchise rules bound his hands tightly, and while he would have been fine ruffling a few feathers, he knew that it would only get everyone in trouble. He had to do better for all the people that he worked with, not just himself.

The cool air had continued, at least, which meant that they were all a little more awake and a little more comfortable. He was even able to turn one Karen away from the registers by the book, since she hadn’t had a leg to stand on and had even left her receipt attached to the bag this time. He had had no small amount of satisfaction sending her packing.

When he did, though, there was something else weird. Almost like a tingle in the air, something that felt…satisfying. Satisfying, and a little…a little…

Arousing?

That was a weird feeling for being on the job, for sure, and Eddie felt a little embarrassed as he felt the tingle go all the way down to his dick as he sent that Karen packing. He felt like he had done something good, something worthy of praise, something…Something kinda hot.

And the way that the young woman at the register, Elsa, looked at him afterward…well, he kinda felt like a million bucks. A million bucks that was going to get something good for his efforts later.

Eddie slapped the back of his head as he walked away, pushing that out of his mind. That was unprofessional to the extreme. He shouldn’t expect sexual favors from his workers just because he stood up for them.

Though that would be cool…

He shook his head as he went back to the office, shifting the screen from the reports that he’d bene filling out to the camera stream that came from just behind the registers. It was a bit unprofessional, but at the same time, they had such an influx of complaints today that he wanted to see if he could spot them before they happened.

There was something strange about the camera feed, though. It was supposed to look at the entire front of the restaurant, including all the tables, but there was this one table near the front door that looked almost smudged out, as if it had been erased from the feed.

[i]Must be a smear on the lens. I’ll get that tonight.[/i]

He put that out of his mind, watching the girls at the front. They ranged from Margaret in her mid-forties all the way down to Elsa at nineteen, all of them working had in a job that was as thankless as one could imagine, all of them pushing the different chicken deals to customers with a smile and as much good will as they could summon up, and doing better than he would be, for sure. They all wore the same outfit, an apron, a white shirt, and white slacks that ran down to black shoes. He flicked his eyes between them –

Then paused. Margaret had just finished ringing someone up, and…and were her pants a little tighter?

He stared at the screen for a moment, his eyes fixed on the back of her legs. No, no, he wasn’t imagining it. She’d had a bit of age-thickness, yes, but this was different. There were…curves there, now, curves that hadn’t been there before.

[i]What the…[/i]

He flicked the camera down the line, going to Elsa at the other end. She’d just made another sale, tapped the register, and –

“Holy fuck…”

He stared as he watched her shirt start to stretch, pushing against the front of the apron. How the hell…

But there was no question about it. She was getting bigger breasts, though not massive. Not yet, at least. But the fact that they were growing at all was impossible, something that should have been a camera glitch. Maybe it was. He shook his head, getting to his feet. If this was the case, he needed to see it in person.

[i]And figure out how and why this is going on…[/i] As manager, the employees and their safety was his responsibility.

Going through the kitchen, he reached the cashier line again. He moved as casually as he could, not wanting to make it look like there was something wrong or that they were doing their jobs badly. On the contrary, as a matter of fact. The cooler air seemed to have relaxed them, cleared their heads, because they were moving more efficiently than ever through the line. When it was usually three or four deep per cashier, this time they were barely at one or two, never keeping someone waiting for more than a few minutes for their orders.

And he realized that the changes were not from a glitch in the system.

He was standing right next to Margaret as she punched in another sale, this time for four chicken breasts. He stared at her as she hit the button, took the money –

And barely bit off a gasp as her chest started to stretch, pushing forward into her apron. She already had a generous bosom, pushing between a C and D cup, and it started growing even bigger, crossing that line and pushing her shirt down just a little bit, giving him a slight view down into her cleavage, her breasts big enough that they were able to weigh the shirt and her bra down.

His mouth almost fell open at the impossibility of that. He leaned sideways, watching as Jenny – the second oldest – sold some thighs, and right then and there, her ass started pushing out, her thighs thickening in her slacks. They went from somewhat loose to being almost painted on in the space of a few seconds, the bubbling, swelling vision impossible to miss.

His cock throbbed in his pants at the sight of his employees becoming more…womanly, and he couldn’t help but blush.

With a gap in her lines, Margaret turned to him, her cheeks turning up in a smile.

“Hey, Eddie?”

“Huh?”

“Thanks for turning down the heat. I don’t know when we got air con, but it’s making a world of difference. Thank you.”

“Uh…you’re welcome.”

“Are you okay, dear?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Um…did you notice anything…weird?”

“Like what, dear?”

[i]Like your breasts ballooning, or your ass growing bigger, or…[/i]

There was no way that he could say any of that, was there? Not without sounding like a complete loony.

“Never mind,” he said, shaking his head and patting her back. “Just keep up the good work. You and the rest are doing better than ever.”

“Thank you, dearie. I just…feel better, now.”

“How dare you?!”

And there was the sound that he hadn’t been looking forward to hearing. Almost a half hour without complaints, and now they were back to it. Eddie groaned under his breath as he looked down the line, seeing a big man looming over Elsa at the far end of the cashier line. He gave Margaret an apologetic ‘gotta go to work’ expression, and she nodded.

He walked down the line, moving with a bit more purpose and with, honestly, a little more anger than he normally would have. There was something about this entitlement spreading that was getting his goat, and it was starting to ruffle his feathers. Everyone in this restaurant was just trying to make a living, and these assholes were coming in, messing with them, and trying to get things that they didn’t deserve.

As Elsa started to pull back from the register from a man that was more than a foot taller than her, Eddie took his spot at her side. Sure, he didn’t match the guy in height, either, but he was supposed to be the manager, the one that helped sooth things.

He didn’t feel very soothing.

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

“Yeah! This bitch didn’t give me my sauce!”

“…You’re complaining about sauce, sir?” he asked, in what he hoped was slightly less ‘you’ve gotta be kidding me’ than he actually felt.

“Yeah! I’m supposed to get sauce, and I got nothing.”

“Sir, that can be fixed without shouting.”

“Not until this bitch learns her place, it can’t!”

“…Sir. If you call her that again – a”

“She’s a bitch! A fucking stupid bitch that can’t get –”

Eddie didn’t know what came over him at that moment, but he knew what triggered it. The slight whimper, the slight sound of fear that came from Elsa just out of sight. This man was terrifying her, and after seeing the way that she’d looked at him for standing up to her Karen before, he was [i]not[/i] going to let this bully get his way.

He lunged over the counter, grabbing the tourist by the collar of his shirt and twisting. Just like that, the diatribe came to a stop, and – still barely believing what he was doing – Eddie walked around the counter, dragging the asshole along with him.

“Hey, everyone, object lesson!” he said, feeling that same tingle that had come before, the same thing that gave him that embarrassing feeling of arousal. He felt it again, now, but it was more than that. He felt…manly. Like a real man, like someone doing what he should do for his women. “This is what we call an asshole. Someone that wants to berate people for their own mistakes. Someone that wants to make other people feel stupid because they feel stupid. Someone that wants to make an ass of themselves and make other people uncomfortable. Well, here’s the lesson.”

Walking right to the front door, he kicked the door open, and then shoved the big guy through it. The tourist stumbled over the sidewalk, almost fell against a truck, and then hit the ground. Eddie dusted his hands off, nodding out the door.

“Assholes aren’t welcome in this restaurant!”

His breath caught as he realized what he had done, and on camera, nonetheless. Oh fuck. Oh, fucking, fucking, FUCK what had he done? That had broken every single rule in the corporate handbook, every single regulation that he was supposed to follow. If he still had a job after this, he would be beyond lucky. If he still had management, it would mean that someone had blackmail material over him for the rest of his career. It would mean –

“WHOOOO!”

He blinked, staring back. The entire cashier staff was cheering, and so were some of the food preppers in the back. They punched the air with excitement, and Elsa looked at him with blushing gratitude.

[i]…They…they needed that…[/i]

Eddie shook his head. Something was going on, because that hadn’t been him. Much as he wished it was, he didn’t have that sort of bravery to stand up for others that way. Something was going weird, and he needed to find out what was happening.

“Alright, alright. Back to work, girls,” he said. He paused, realizing how condescending that sounded, but to a one, the various cashiers blushed and hurried to obey, doing so faster than usual.

[i]…Okay, that’s fucking weird…[/i]

He shook his head, hustling past the cashier line. With that latest example, he hoped that it would be enough to keep them from having any other problem customers for a while. If nothing else, word should get around and make it clear that this was not a place to come if you wanted to be a bully.

[i]And maybe I can figure out why I did that…[/i] Eddie rubbed the back of his neck, feeling something off. Something…soft?

#

He ran through the security footage no less than three times, still disbelieving that that had bene him. He kept swearing that someone else had stepped into his skin and done that little display, because there was no way that he had the guts to just throw a customer out the building like that. Yet, there he was doing just that.

Yet, there was something else going on, too. He could see that the transformations were still going, the girls on the line shifting with each order. Sometimes it was a small growth, sometimes it was bigger, but the aprons were becoming more and more needed.

Margaret had already had the biggest bosom, but she was getting wider and wider in the chest, going from D-cups to F-cups in short order. Her shirt had completely shredded, and he could see that she was standing in the ruins of her bra and shirt, her slacks on the verge of going the same way. The only thing that protected her modesty was her apron, and even that was on the verge of being too little fabric for the job.

Jenny, the one next to her, had already broken through her slacks. She stood right by the thighs that they were selling, so she often got the most orders for them despite the customers being able to order any chicken from any line. Her pants were gone, and her ass and hips had spread so wide that she had gotten a pear-shaped build, something that started slender at the head and became so very thick in the middle before heading further down.

Wendy, second-youngest, was a bit more balance, becoming more like an hourglass, and she seemed to be at least semi-conscious of it. She leaned forward more, inviting some of the men to look down into her apron, and she was definitely enjoying the attention.

And then…Elsa…

He stared at her more than the others, not because she was the youngest, but because she’d lost both her top and her pants. She’d been pushing herself harder than the others, running record sales, getting through her line faster than he had ever seen someone do in the past. And more than that, she was curvy and rounded and…and naked, save for the apron. She’d gotten rid of them, not ripped through them, and she was shaking her ass, he swore, for the camera.

All the curve growth had been hot as hell, and he had given up the ghost and started idly masturbating to the show, but the masturbation stopped when he realized something else.

They weren’t just getting curves anymore.

It took him a while to see it, but he saw feathers growing from their exposed flesh. Not big ones, but soft, downy things, white and lovely looking. There were little frills elsewhere, and as time went on, he saw their lips turning brown-yellow, then yellow, becoming longer and almost beak-like. Their noses started to slide down, meeting them more and more with each successive sale.

Eddie stared at the screen, his hand coming off his cock –

And then he saw himself.

“Holy shit!”

The manager jumped out of his chair, staring down at his hand. What had been a normal extremity had turned yellow-ish itself, getting stiffer in some places while his fingernails had turned into something longer, more claw-like…or talon-like, he supposed.

As Eddie started at his hand, he realized that his shirt was tighter, more filled up, and he reached down and found that his stomach had somehow started to grow, pushing against the waistline of his pants, starting to expand down there. His arms felt thicker, too, almost…almost like he had gained muscle, and the back of his neck itched, and so did his chin. He reached around back –

And froze. The feeling of long, soft feathers met his palm, and as he slowly stroked them, he found something else further up. A fringe of feathers, something that stood up more. And as he swallowed, something bounced further down along his chin, along his neck.

[i]Mirror,[/i] he thought, tucking his cock away and running out of the office. [i]I need a mirror. Where – HOLY FUCK![/i]

He stopped, dumbstruck, as he stared at the mirror near the freezer. He had a crest of feathers that went up his neck and all the way to the top of his head, and under his chin and just a bit on the top of his head, he had some sort of red thing, some sort of bouncy, strange little…

[i]That’s what a rooster…a…a cock has…[/i]

And more than that, he could see that he was getting feathers and a beak shape just like the girls had been. He ran his fingers over his face, feeling the hardening stuff around his lips and nose, feeling the feathers – black in his case, rather than the white of the girls up front – spreading along his cheeks and down his neck. He carefully unbuttoned his shirt, and he saw that a lighter dusting of feathers had already started there, too.

[i]How…what…[/i]

Ding. Another order came through, and he saw the feathers on his chest spread further, running down along his pecs, and then over his stomach. Was there more muscle around there, too? He was starting to think that there might be.

[i]Impossible…no way…no fucking way…[/i]

And yet, there it was. Another ding, another order, and he felt his pants feel all the tighter around his hips, hugging them and squeezing them. His ass felt like it was going to rip right out of his pants, and he knew for a fact that they had been loose just this morning.

“Eddie!”

Another shout from up front from one of his girls, one of his hens.

[i]My hens?[/i]

The thought popped into his head, so wrong, and yet, so right. He walked, feeling a tightness right over the base of his spine, something that was growing in and getting ready to split right through his pants. What, he didn’t know, but it made his pants feel almost as tight and uncomfortable as his shoes were starting to get.

Margaret waved at him as he came forward, and he saw that her arms were just as scale-covered as his were, though they were a bit softer looking, less muscled. Her breasts swung loose of her apron for a moment, and he had a moment of seeing white-feathered, pink-nippled breasts that were bigger than any porn star’s swinging free before they slid back under.

“Hey, Eddie, hun, this man has a problem. Can you help me out here?”

“I asked for a manager, not some –”

“I [i]am[/i] the manager,” Eddie said, clicking his forming beak by instinct, his feathers puffing up a bit in indignation. Each step made him feel…different, bigger, stronger, and as he walked over and rested his hands on the counter, the back of his pants finally ripped out. Green-black feathers, long and heavy and elegant, topped an ass that was filled with muscle and almost too big for his slacks to contain. “Now, what the [i]fuck[/i] is the problem?”

“I – you can’t say that to me!”

“But you can insult me and my employees? Not a chance,” he said, feeling almost like he had balls of steel as he spoke. The tingle was back, and it made him feel good. Standing up for the females felt [i]good.[/i] “Now what do you want?”

“…”

“Do you have an actual problem, or are you just pissy?”

“…Maybe a little more the second…”

He nodded, holding out his hand for a receipt. The new customer passed it over after a moment’s hesitation, his eyes dropping down.

Eddie could feel his pants getting tighter again, but this time, it was all in the front. Balls of steel? Balls of diamond, for that matter, feeling big and strong and powerful. Particularly big, as he swore that they were getting bigger, just like his cock was getting harder in his pants as he stood between the douchebags and the hens.

And they were hens. Soft yellow beaks and soft, curvy bodies, covered in white feathers. All of them had lost their clothes, now, most of them showing the same, big, wobbly butts that were holding all attention, and all of them with big breasts that were begging for the same sort of groping treatment that their asses were. But none of the customers would get that, he knew. The hens all had eyes for him.

He didn’t know how it had happened, or why, but god fucking dammit, it felt good. Screw the company; he was going to take care of his hens the way that he knew was best, and that meant being a [i]man.[/i]

With a sudden RIP, the tingles got stronger down between his legs, and his cock suddenly erupted forward, growing harder, stronger, thicker. It flopped out on the counter, and everyone turned to stare. Some of the women, most of the men, all of them with mouths hanging open. His cock – the cock of a cock of the walk – throbbed, pulsing at ten inches long, with a special ‘sauce’ running out of the tip onto the counter as he read the receipt.

Then, he ripped it in two.

“You got everything that you asked for.”

“But…but…”

“Don’t try and pull your bullshit here. Maybe it’ll work in the other henhouses, but this one’s got a cock to look after them.”

“You…you…”

“You wanna push it? Show me you got the cock for a cock fight, and we’ll go for it.”

He narrowed his eyes at the human, and eventually, the other man backed down, taking his bag of food and leaving. Eddie smirked, only to jump as Margaret grabbed him by the dick. He looked down at the hen, saw her nipples pointing up and poking against her apron, saw her shy smile. She gave him a few slow strokes, and then leaned over and nibbled at his neck with her beak.

“Thank you, Eddie. Love it when you do that.”

“Hey, don’t hog him,” Jenny called out, and suddenly, he had a hand on his bigger balls. The two hens were teasing him in front of the entire store, most of which were staring, either in shock or in envy. “We only got one cock here, and we all want it.”

“Yeah, me too!” Wendy called out.

“And me fourth!” Elsa added.

Eddie could hear the chatter from further back, and he realized that there was another change. He was the only male in the place, with all the other masculine voices turning into something like a warble or a chirp, something higher pitched and more…feminine. Was he really the only guy left in the restaurant staff?

Was he that lucky?

He could feel the shift continuing, getting stronger, getting stiffer. There were rips forming in his shoes, and he realized that his pants were all but useless, now. He kicked his legs, and new claws poking out of the tips of his shoes were more than sufficient to cut through the slacks, exposing the beginning of rooster legs. Putting his arms around Jenny and Margaret, he gave them both a hug before slapping their asses. They both jumped, then giggled as they rubbed their big butts.

“You girls keep working. First person to sell a hundred breasts gets a break in the back office.”

That got them motivated, and then some. Just like that, they were pulling their aprons off, displaying themselves as sexily as possible, putting all their curves forward so that they could attract more people. Some of the ladies – and some of them secret lesbians, he was sure, from the way that they were making their way forward with their eyes on the sexy ladies – were the first to join the lines, and the men joined afterward.

Eddie knew that the message had been received after he made the point with the last guy, but he hung around for the next ten minutes, leaning against the back wall and showing off everything. He had more muscle now, more size, and while his ass was big and he had a serious pear-shape going on, he knew that there was plenty of power down there. And if anyone got particularly asshole-ish, he had the legs to kick them out the door now.

This was his henhouse, and he was going to protect it with everything that he had.

How it had happened, he didn’t know. He found that when he looked at the back table near the door, he still had that odd blurry sort of thing in front of him. It definitely wasn’t just the camera, then, but every time that he started to get curious enough to go and see what it might have been, one of the hens giggled and jiggled just enough to get his attention back to them again.

There wasn’t any jealousy from them getting groped by customers, particularly since they seemed to like it so much. That was something that he could live with. However, if anyone decided to go further, or he saw someone starting to make a nasty comment, they were silenced with a quick click of his beak, followed by the scratching of his talons against the floor. The sound was usually enough to warn them not to take it any further, and when they were stupid enough to start pushing it anyway?

Well, Eddie was more than willing to step forward and make it clear that nobody was abusing his hens, particularly with the praise that came afterward.

Was it right with the company policy? Hell no. There was nothing that he did that would make the higher-ups happy. They’d get pissed at the nudity, they’d get all affronted by the fact that he was getting what he wanted, that they were being all sexy with the customers, that he had a fucking harem under him now. They’d probably want to fire them all and then put a lot of other people more ‘in keeping with the company values’ in as employees.

Well, let them try. He was the cock of the walk, the chief of the hens, and he was the one that ran the place now. No way in hell he was going to let that change.

Thirty minutes passed, and Elsa threw her hand in the air.

“Fifty breasts, thirty thighs, twenty wings! One hundred!”

“DAMMIT!” the other cashiers shouted as one, laughing as they did. Elsa wobbled over to him, swaying form the size of her own ass as she threw herself in his arms. They had a little beak-kiss, something that was more of a click-nuzzle than anything else, and he chuckled as she grabbed his dick, hard.

“Come on, take me, Eddie.”

“Alright. Back to the office.”

“Awwww, not here?”

“Hey, most of the customers don’t want the sauce sprayed on them, do they?”

“Hey, they might like it.”

“Heh, come on…” He carried her backwards, barely noticing the front door open and close, but nobody was there.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: This Chick-Fil-A is about to go through some changes, the biggest of which would be the shifting of the staff from tired, abused figures to happy, eager employees, empowered and – why are they naked?

Tags: F/solo, M/solo, M/F, transformation, human, anthro, chicken, rooster, cock, cock growth, exhibitionism, surreal, series, magic, restaurant, corruption, assertive employees, adoration,