I couldn't stop staring. Professor Gibson's tail feathers were short, but they were unmistakably a rooster's that oily green-black sheen catching the light from my desk lamp. And beneath them, her cloaca was just... exposed. She'd dropped her jeans and there it was, right under the tail, a horizontal slit like mine only somehow worse. The dried white paste crusted in a line down the inside of her thigh.

"My God, Haley." She swallowed hard. "I came to check on you. As soon as I realized what I was becoming, I couldn't stop thinking about you, about whether you were" She gestured helplessly at herself. "I found my tail feathers. I touched them, and I just... I panicked. I thought, if it's happening to me this fast, what's happening to Haley right now? I had to make sure you were okay."

I stared at her. My professor, who had always been so composed, stood in front of me with her jeans around her ankles, a set of iridescent rooster feathers curling over her ass, and what looked like white paint drying on her thigh. And she was here to check on me.

"I'm okay," I said weakly. "I mean, I laid an egg. So, I don't know what 'okay' means anymore."

Her eyes went wide. "You laid an egg? Already?" She took a step closer, then stopped, her gaze dropping to the carpet. She spotted it the warm, pale egg, still sitting where it had landed, smeared with my own droppings. "Oh, Haley."

"Yeah," I said, my voice cracking. "It just... came out. I was on the floor, and it hurt so bad, and then" I couldn't finish.

Professor Gibson crouched down, her jeans still bunched around her ankles, and peered at the egg. She didn't touch it, but her face softened. "How did it feel? I mean, physically. Was it did it tear anything?"

I blinked. No one had asked me that. "It... it was like a cramp. A really deep cramp. And then it slid out, and I felt this" I flushed. "This wave of pleasure. Like, intense. And then I just lay there shaking."

She nodded slowly, her gaze distant. "I've been feeling that too. The ache. The urges. The way my body just... does things without asking." She looked up at me, and her eyes were wet. "I'm sorry. I should have warned you. I should …