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falcofemoralis · 02 May 2026 -
As transformation reaches its final stage, Merry and the others lose the last fragile boundary between human thought and animal instinct. Now fully animal in body, they drift between moments of human memory and overwhelming chicken nature, struggling to hold onto identity as time itself feels fragmented.
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I woke up feeling strange. Dizzy. Disoriented. The room swam around me as I blinked, trying to focus.
Rayan was beside me, still asleep. But something was off about him. Something I couldn't quite place through the fog in my mind.
The smell hit me next. Even by chicken standards, this room reeked. I looked around and saw bird shit everywhere—white splatters on the floor, on the walls near the window, even on the bedframe. Had I done that? Had we both?
I tried to sit up, and that's when I froze.
My hands. I tried to use them to push myself up, but they weren't there anymore. I looked down at my sides and saw feathers. Long, beautiful feathers. Wings.
They'd grown completely overnight.
I pulled them in against my body automatically, tucking them against my back. I'd known this day would come. I'd hoped it would be the last change. The final one.
I stood up from the bed, and I heard my bones crackling, rearranging themselves. A moment later, I was standing on my talons, and it felt... natural. Easier than before. My balance was perfect.
I looked down at myself. Brown feathers covered my body. My tail fanned out behind me, black-tipped and glossy. I looked exactly like a chicken. A very large chicken.
I remembered there was a mirror in the hall. I needed to see.
I walked out of the room, my new gait smooth and effortless. Dried cum crunched under my talons—leftover from last night with Rayan. I didn't let myself think about it.
I reached the mirror and stared.
I couldn't believe it. I looked like a chicken, just oversized. The only human thing left on my body was my beautiful red hair, hanging from my head like a strange, familiar banner. My face had changed completely. I had a chicken's face now, with a large red comb on top and waddles dangling below my beak. I turned around, examining my back. My cloaca was hidden under my feathers, at least. No one would see it unless I wanted them to.
I stared at my reflection for a long moment. The only things left of Merry were my hair and my mind.
Then I remembered. Rayan. He'd changed too.
I hurried back to the bedroom. He was awake now, sitting up, looking dizzy and confused.
"What's going on?" he asked, his voice …
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