Hen party, hen party (Monthly tale - 53)

(Women into chickens)

A long-standing tradition, knowledge that comes from the old.

Rule written in rune.

Betrothed maiden and the maidens that follow you, if it’s your shared desire to prove the purity of intent in your hearts you should complete this simple task.

With the moon’s shine as your witness, before the betrothed may become a wife, shall the maidens become hens.

Bride and bridesmaids, following pecking order from the last to the first, test your nesting talent with your clothes, kiss the shell of your humble egg with your nude sex, and bawk once for each maiden. If the shell cracks you will be a chicken until the next sun warms your beak, but being at the mercy of your sisterhood, have no fear behind your feathery mask. Pride yourself as a clucking fowl, with the morning light you will rise again as a fair woman.

But be careful, betrothed, if you crack the shell hiding the taint of the guilt beneath your chest…

Some years ago.

Winifred Turco, a petite fiery redhead with blue eyes and pale skin. A long face, sharp eyebrows, a perky nose, perky tits and butt, and with generous hips despite her small frame. She was sitting nervously on the edge of the couch, waiting for her roommate and best friend in the world, Renata Ford, to finish reading the page of her book.

“Sooooo?” she asked in her girly voice, stretching the word out impatiently.

Renata lowered the book and squinted, staring at her eager friend.

They both shared the same shade of blue in their eyes, but Renata was the polar opposite of Winifred. A very tall white woman, with a bulbous nose and raven hair, ample hips, ample shoulders, large breasts and a large butt. Renata had a perpetually strong tomboy vibe, a dominant imposing presence in contrast with Winifred’s short soft girlness.

“I don’t know, Wini…” Renata grumbled slowly. “It sounds like both bullshit and like a hassle…”

“But! But!” Winifred slid closer to Renata, grabbing her arm and shaking it. “It’s a once in a lifetime thing and I want to do it and it’s your responsibility!”

“Is it my responsibility?”

“Of course it is! You’re my best friend, which means that when I get married you will be my first maiden and the one that organises my bachelorette party just as I would for you!”

“I guess…” Renata grunted with a resigned tone. “But… Geez, have you really read this crap?” She slapped the book. “I don’t want to kiss an egg with my pussy out in front of everybody…!”

“What’s the issue? People get drunk and do crazy stuff at parties! We will cover you with a towel, that solves the problem.”

“That’s not the problem here, this rule stuff is supposed to be taken seriously, you know? But why… Why do you want to do this silliness so much?”

“Because it is like a fairytale! An old tradition! Come on, come on, we totes have to do it!” Winifred shook her friend’s arm again. “It will only be one night! Do it for me! Please, please, please! I want my hen party to be a HEN party!”

The two of them had known each other since kindergarten, practically sisters from birth. Despite Renata looking like the dominant of the pair, being taller, stronger and more sombre than Winifred, the truth remained that she was unable to say no to anything Wini asked of her, no matter how absurd, silly… or humiliating… especially when Wini made those pleading puppy dog eyes…

“Geez…” sighed a defeated Renata. “Okay, okay, we will do your stupid chicken game… IF you manage to find anybody dumb enough to want to marry you, which I doubt!”

Winifred clapped happily, then showed her pinky finger to Renata.

“Pinky promise, hen sis?” she asked.

Renata rolled her eyes… and tangled her pinky around her friend’s pinky.

“Pinky promise, bird brain!”

They shook their fingers, sealing much more than just their fate.

A few years after some years ago the impossible seemed to happen: Winifred met a guy.

A man around her age with the wealthy surname O’Neil.

Their first encounter was a tremendous disaster, yet the two keep stumbling onto each other as if destiny wanted them together. They went out, dated, eventually became girlfriend and boyfriend with a shy kiss.

And so, struck by Cupid's arrow, the O’Neil lad went down on one knee for Winifred. Renata was there that day, along with two other women of relevance, in fact a lot of people, it was the guy’s birthday and he wanted Winifred’s hand as his birthday gift.

Winifred pleased him by yelling yes.

Everybody clapped, a wedding was arranged.

Then…

Today…

A cloudy morning in London.

At the park in front of the train station a woman waited, sitting on top of her large suitcase. Dory O’Neil Yorkgate was her name, the oldest of the O’Neil twins. A lanky gentlewoman with snowy skin and grey eyes, a square chin, long platinum blond hair and long legs. She was wearing a long coat, crossing and uncrossing her stiletto heels to deal with the boredom.

The wait was only making her second thoughts about the bachelorette party worse, but she remembered her brother’s encouraging words: “Just have fun for once, will ya?”

She puffed out her cheeks and blew the air out.

“I will always satisfy your wishes, uh, lil bro?” she sighed to herself.

The snobbish woman remained alone for a short while, until an approaching voice said her name.

“Hey, there! Your name was… Dory! You are Dory, aren’t ya? The hunk’s sister?”

With a quick look around Dory saw who was talking with her, but had a hard time recognizing her. An average sized, perky looking woman, with tanned skin and brunette shoulder-length hair. She oozed attitude, wearing sunglasses and a black leather jacket over her short dress.

Instead of a suitcase she was carrying her stuff in a backpack.

Dory got up, frowning and staring at the stranger suspiciously.

“Bet you don’t remember me!” the stranger pointed out with a cheeky smile.

“You were at the birthday… One of Winifred’s friends?” Dory mumbled, squeezing her memory. “Lawrence…?”

“No worries, no worries!” she chuckled and offered a handshake, presenting herself. “Florence Lehrer, Wini’s pal and coworker.”

Dory accepted the hand offered, laughing nervously.

“I’m Dory, the fiance’s older sister, but you know that already, it seems.”

“Don’t sweat it, I’m just good at faces, I didn’t expect you to recall me at all,” Florence put her bag down. “To be honest, after reading the invitation, of all the girls who could have come to the party I didn’t think you would be one of them at all.”

“No? Why?” Dory inquired.

“Are you kidding me? A snobbish pretty flower like you agreeing to bwak around? I doubt you are up for self-humiliation fetishes, but I may be wrong!”

Dory’s cheeks lightened up.

“I-It’s an ancient tradition.”

“Having a town’s fool is an ancient tradition too and not many line up for that.”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of…”

Florence crossed her arms and poked deeper.

“And?”

Dory looked away.

“My brother wants me to spend some time with his future wife…”

“Eh, yeah, that makes more sense.”

“What about you? Why did you agree?”

“Wini is a good friend and it’s her bachelorette,” Florence shrugged. “I also love to try new things and I'm a thrill seeking pervert. So, what do you say? You think it’s real? It’s not a bluff? We are going to cluck tonight?”

“It’s what the rule dictates.” Dory answered stiffly.

“You must have been the teacher's pet at school,” giggled Florence, tapping Dory’s shoulder. “But that didn’t help you become any smarter or you wouldn't be here!”

“You really are quite the abrasive individual.”

“Sorry, I’m kind of a bastard, just tell me if I get too annoying.”

“It’s fine…”

“Well, it seems like it’s just gonna be you, me, Renata and the betrothed, so at least we aren’t gonna need a big hen house. Have you been waiting long?”

Dory shook her head.

“Not really, I only arrived a little while ago.”

“Neat, I’m sure the dynamic duo will be here soon,” Florence leaned against a nearby tree. “Don’t get gloomy and doomy, pretty flower, it’s a wild ladies’s night, let's just try to have all the fun we can!”

“Sure thing…” Dory sighed, sitting back down on top of her suitcase.

Florence wasn’t wrong, Winifred and Renata arrived soon after, carrying their own luggage and apologising for being late.

The four women were finally together.

The party was about to begin…

After all the hugs and the greetings had finished Renata clapped loudly to get everybody's attention.

“Okay, ladies, you all know why we’re here! To celebrate that in one week or so our favourite annoying dumbo is about to become a proper wife!”

“That’s me!” Winifred giggled.

Florence also giggled.

“Yes, that’s you, our doom,” Renata continued. “But, the wife-to-be wasn’t satisfied  with a simple bachelorette. As I made plenty clear in the invitation,” she said, looking at Dory and Florence. “Today we are celebrating a hen party, a proper HEN party, just like in old times. So if you want to, ironically, backpedal like chickens, now is your final chance.”

“Why would anybody withdraw at the last moment?” Dory assured her despite not sounding too sure herself.

“That’s the spirit!” cheered Florence. “This is Winifred's party and we are with her all the way!”

Renata nodded, satisfied.

“Perfect, you’d better not pretend you weren’t warned later,” Renata knelt down and opened her backpack, from inside it she began to pull out a series of things as she continued talking. “I explained how the ritual works in the invitation, you’d better have read them, because once we do the first step there’s no way out until it’s over.”

The other three women knelt down too. Renata put the items in the ground: Four shot glasses, a bottle of scotch, a couple of markers and finally an egg box containing four eggs.

“First we set out the pecking order, from last to first,” Renata explained, grabbing one of the markers. “Who's last?” she asked the others.

Florence immediately volunteered.

“That’s obviously me, ma’am, the coworker!” she said.

“Don’t say that!” Winifred gasped. “You’re not just a coworker, you’re a good friend, I wouldn’t have invited you otherwise!”

“I know, Wini, I’m just screwing with you, but let’s be honest, I’m the weakest link in this group.”

Winifred shook her head.

“It’s not a competition…!”

Renata raised an eyebrow.

“You sure, Flo?” she asked.

“Yup!” Florence eagerly nodded. “What’s the first step, boss?”

“Grab the marker and write your preferred full name on one of the eggs, it doesn't matter which one, just don’t break it. When you’re done Dory is next because I’m the first maiden, then me, then Winifred.”

The four women did as they were told by Renata, setting up the pecking order. Florence first, Dory next, then Renata herself and finally Winifred. While Winifred wrote down her name on the egg Renata filled the shot glasses with scotch.

“Now we drink together to confirm our sisterhood, then we go to the hotel room to change clothes and leave our luggage, when we are ready it’s party time all day and when we reach midnight we will go back to the hotel to… you already know what…”

Each woman grabbed a glass, they toasted together and drank the bonding alcohol at the same time in a single gulp.

They then laughed nervously afterwards.

Renata put the ritual gizmos back in her bag and the group moved to the hotel.

Their room was quite nice, paid for thanks to the O’Neil’s wealth. A wide space with four beds, a couch and all other necessities they could have wanted, if not already in place, just one phone call to room service away.

Moving along they dressed up in skimpy dresses with short skirts, with Winifred’s being a kinky mockery of the one she was supposed to wear at the altar. Renata had also prepared four tiaras for them to wear. Nothing as crass as the usual dick crowns worn for such celebrations, but something cuter that she thought had some meaning and which, to her approval, her companions wore enthusiastically.

Florence's headband had white bunny ears.

Dory’s was a pair of fluffy bug antennas.

Renata’s also had ears, floppy dark ones that would belong to a dog.

Winifred’s was a little silver crown with flowers and a veil, because she was the betrothed.

With everything ready they finished the bottle of scotch and left the room with the intention of only coming back when the sun had left for good. A pristine limousine waited for them at the hotel’s entrance, driven by a hunky gentleman that greeted them like royalty.

From there it would be redundant to go into detail, but what is certain is this: They partied hard.

They drank and danced, sang and ate, cheered, clapped, laughed and fooled around, having a generally very good, and very lewd, time. From dance floors, to a couple of restaurants, kinky clubs and even karaoke.

The city was theirs for the taking and they took it.

Able to behave like fully free women nothing could stop them. A couple of remarkable scenes occurred, included the group striptease from a troop of muscular and oily sex workers dressed as firemen and when Dory and Florence kiss with tongue in the limo.

They partied.

Partied as if it was their last night as humans in the human world.

But as the night deepened it finally came to the time to return to the hotel and, like a magic carriage about to disappear, the limousine brought them back to the hotel. The hunky driver opened the door and the drunken ladies climbed out, but before entering the hotel, Winifred stopped and began to run back to the car.

“I have to tip…! Give him a tip!” she shouted.

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t get lost!” Florence chuckled, giving a thumbs up before following the steps of the bride-to-be.

Laughing together, Renata and Dory returned back to their bedroom.

Shortly afterwards Florence and Winifred caught up with them and the party were back together in the room. When Renata closed the door with the key the other three began to tense up a bit amidst their boozy stupor. Heels and tiaras came off, they took seats on the edges of the beds and in the comfy chairs while Renata cleared her throat and stood in front of them.

“Ladies!” Renata declared. “It is midnight, we are tired, sweaty and we have all drunk waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much!”

“We sure have!” cheered Florence.

Renata raised her hands to calm her.

“Alright, alright!” she continued. “Now is the time, we finish the Hen Party ritual before anybody pukes, unless any of you want to quit, in which case,” she stopped to laugh. “In which case we are all fucked…!”

To the surprise of the others Dory began to clap hard.

“Let’s fucking go!” she howled enthusiastically. “Let’s be done with this! Straight to the fucking chicken house!” then she began to remove her white panties.

“No, no!” Renata stopped her, Dory looked up with inebriated confusion. “You are the third in the pecking order, which means you are the second remember?”

“Oh, right…?” mumbled Dory.

“And Florence is the last,” interjected Florence with a cocky tone. “Which means she is the first in line to fowl herself tonight!”

“Correct,” Renata pointed out, she grabbed the egg box that held the eggs where they had written their names in the morning and offered Florence the one with her name on. “You chose the order, don’t complain now!”

“I’m not complaining, chief!” Florence took her egg and inspected it closely. “So I just… Strip bare-ass naked in front of you, make a nest with my clothes, put the egg in the nest, kiss it with my cunt and cluck four times, that’s all?”

“Exactly, but!” Renata lifted a finger. “Remember, all of you, if you take any wrong step or break the egg, you are a chicken for the rest of the night, in a literal chicken sense, you are transforming into a chicken if you screw up and there’s nothing that can be done to stop it, understood?”

Winifred and Dory nodded.

“That’s what makes it so amazing…!” added Winifred.

“Understood, crystal clear!” gloated Florence.

Florence stood up, Renata, hoping everything was clear, sat down.

“You’re all going to be shocked at how good I am at this!” she explained as she moved to the centre of the room. “One of my aunts is a teacher, was a teacher, at a school with some rules like this and she chose to be an egg-layer for her retirement plan, so you can say that fowlery runs in my veins!”

Florence’s dress didn’t have shoulder straps and neither was she wearing a bra, so she only had to pull down to release her breasts. Her tits were small with small areolas, but remarkably thick nipples that were already quite hard. Her friends clapped, she smirked.

“If you like my boobs, you're gonna love seeing my skinny ass!” there wasn’t a single ounce of shame in her.

The others began to chant: “Hen party! Hen party! Hen party!”

Florence continued her striptease, sliding out of her dress and her underwear, flaunting around her petite body and giving a couple of spins. She proceeded to build up the nest, kneeling down she tied cloth with cloth and left it on the floor.

“What do you think, girls?” she proudly asked her friends after standing up. “Am I a born chicken or what?”

It was a fairly competently made nest, she had managed to shape her snake print dress and black panties into something that looked more or less like a circle. Florence put her egg in the middle and then took her stance, with the nest between her legs and her crotch aiming for the egg.

She stuck out her tongue and spread open her pussy with two fingers.

“Are you ready, you bunch of peaking bitches?!”

“HEN PARTY!”

When she got down to her knees the cheerfulness froze, Florence wasn't the only one that held her breath as she slowly lowered her hips. Dory was squeezing her own panties with both hands, as if she was praying to the to an unknown sex goddess while staring directly as her friend’s vaginal lips reached the egg shell.

Once Florence felt the shell with her pussy the smirk returned to her face, she looked at her companions.

“BWAK! BWAK! BWAK! BWAK!” four times.

The others clapped and shouted her name, praising her feat. Florence swelled her chest with pride.

“See? This is easy! I could do it all day!” the perky woman bent her arms imitating short wings and flapped them while sliding her twat over the egg. “Coo! Coo! Bwak! Bwak! Cock-A-Doodle-Doo! Maybe I should be the next one to marry… to some rooster!”

“You’re gonna replace the rooster making all that noise, you cheerful chick!” laughed Renata. “Hurry up already and finish the performance, it’s Dory’s turn, let’s get done with this poultry fast!”

Florence obeyed without losing her smirk.

Or at least that was her intention.

She began to get up, but the excitement of her success made her move too quickly, she stretched her leg too far, her talon slipped on the floor… The weight of her crotch landed on top of the nest… the frail shell of the egg…

Her eyes opened wide.

They all gasped.

CRACK!

SPLASH!

An explosion of yolk splashed onto the floor in front of the nest and soaked Florence’s vagina. Yelping in pain and complaining with disgust, Florence rose up, rubbing her sore crotch.

“This shit sucks! It’s inside my pussy! It’s everywhere!” she protested, her fingers grabbed something sticky with yolk above her vagina, she pulled and felt a pinch of pain. “AUCH!”

Her friends stared, mute with shock.

Florence’s hips quickly swelled to the right and to the left. The perky woman bought what she had unrooted from her crotch up to her eyes.

It was not pubic hair, but a dishevelled black feather.

Under her chin and around her mouth her skin quickly wrinkled and began to hang, forming a red wattle to match the red crest growing in her head. The usual ornaments of a common hen. Florence’s eyes trembled with alarm, her pupils turned yellow, she threw the feather away and look down, she saw her absurdly inflated hips becoming coated with those same feathers, growing even between her tits, she saw the nails of her toe curving into avian claws mean to scratch at the dirt.

“No! Wait! BWAAAAAIK! TIS SUCKS! BWABWAK! BWABWAAAAAAAAAAAAK!”

Renata remained rigid and stiff, with her lips clenched, Dory covered her mouth and face with her hands, but left an opening between her fingers so as not to miss anything, Winifred mouth opened into a perfect o.

The three of them kept watching, witnessing with numb brains how a woman became a chicken. Florence’s shadow, projected across them, a feminine silhouette twisting, contorting and being squeezed into the shape of a hen.

“BWAAAAAAAAAK! BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!” Florence’s imitation of a chicken’s bwaking paled in comparison to her voice twisting into a legit bird crackle. “COOOOO! COCOCOCO!”

Winifred was the first to react, she got up and walked towards the chicken-woman, when she reached her, the transformation meant she had already become small enough for her to be able to easily pick the hen up.

The betrothed held up the hen-maiden, showing the plump critter to the other two remaining humans in the room.

“Now we can’t deny it’s true!” giggled Winifred, feeling the changing flesh under her fingers. “It’s just like in the fairytales!”

Florence impotently protested at the indignity of being treated in such a way, she flapped her wings and scratched the air with her claws, while her nipples and cloaca sank beneath the black feathers.

The black feathers of a black chicken, that lowered her wings, defeated as the changes concluded. Winifred held the distressed hen closer to her chest and began to pet her.

“Don’t be mush, Flo, you showed us how much of a born egg-layer you are!” joked Winifred, returning back to her seat.

“Cococo…” as much as Florence hated it, the petting did calm her down.

Dory, having instantly sobered up from her booze haze and passed from snow pale to ghost pale, stood up.

“I’m leaving,” was all she muttered before attempting to flee.

Renata grabbed her wrist before she could get too far away.

“You can’t, sister,” Renata told her, showing her the white panties she had dropped… and the egg with her name. “You are third in the pecking order, second to perform the ritual.”

“You crazy! I’m not doing that shit! Did you just see… I’m not gonna turn myself into a…!” Dory glanced at Florence the hen and then looked away. “I’m not doing that shit!” she repeated. “I’m not!”

“Dory, listen to me, if you do the ritual and fail you will be a hen for one night, but if you break the chain you are a hen for life.”

“Y-You didn’t tell us that!”

“Yes I did, it was on the invitation!”

Dory bit her lower lip.

“You read it,” continued Renata. “You read it, agreed to come, you shared a drink and an oath with your chicken sister,” Renata put the panties and the egg in Dory’s hand. “Now prove that you are not chicken by showing us how a real woman makes a nest!”

Standing still the snowy maiden read the name in the egg: Dory O’Neil Yorkgate

“Fuck,” she muttered. “Fuck you all!”

Then she moved towards the middle of the room.

“You are really getting into this, aren’t you?” whispered Winifred to Renata.

Renata chuckled.

“I will admit it’s quite fun to screw with her,” she said and then petted the black hen’s head. “And it has been quite amazing seeing this fowl fool transform…!”

Florence tried to peck Renata’s fingers, but failed, so she swelled her feathers and shook on top of Winifred’s lap while the other two laughed.

Dory kicked Florence’s nest into a corner, closed her eyelids tightly, and took a deep breath.

“FUCK THIS!” she shouted… and began to undress.

Grumbling all the way Dory stripped herself naked, her breasts were as large and as pale as the rest of her, with big light pink areolas and stubby nipples, she also had a surprisingly hairy crotch. The others cheered her

“Hen party! Hen party!”

“Buk! Buk! Buk!”

“Shut up, wenches…!” she growled as she exposed her curvaceous buttocks to the others.

Complaining, between almost sobs, Dory crouched down and made her cloth nest with her gold dress and her white underwear.

A messy nest, it was all over the place.

She just wasn’t too good at nesting.

“Dang, sis!” Winifred chuckled. “Your nest sucks… Maybe Florence was a natural at being a chicken, she could teach you a thing or two,” she said while massaging the comb of the black chicken sitting on her lap.

“Screw you!” groaned Dory with a face as red as a bowl of ketchup.

The snowy maiden carefully put her egg in the middle of her nest. Now wanting more than ever to be done with the ritual, she slowly knelt above the nest.

“I’m not a chicken, I’m not a chicken, I’m not a chicken…!” she mumbled as she squatted towards her objective.

Despite all the mocking, once again the one performing wasn’t the only one holding her breath, even Florence’s neck grew stiff as she watched, unsure if there would soon be two hens in the room or if she was the only fowl. Dory tightly closed her eyelids and her lips.

“Hmmmmmph!”

She lowered her hips until she touched the shell with her pussy and then gasped.

“I did it! I did it!” she cried with relief.

“Don’t get up yet or you will fail,” Renat reminded the snowy maiden. “You still have to bwak four times!”

“Don’t get up too fast either or you will end up like Flo!” added Winifred.

“Bwak!”

“Fucking hell…!” remaining as still as she could Dory did the last task of her humiliating quest. “Bwek! BEwk! Buwk! Bwok! Done!”

Sweaty and with teary eyes, staring down directly at her crotch, very, very slowly she lifted up a tiny bit so her sex stopped touching the egg. Inflating her cheeks as if she was sitting on top of an armed bomb, instead of getting up she got herself down onto all fours and crawled away from the nest like a dog until Renata’s leg appeared in her path. She looked up and saw Renata offering her a hand and smiling.

“Good work,” congratulated Renata. “Seems like you can keep pretending to be a woman, at least for now, you skittish chick!”

Dory took Renata’s hand and Renata helped her up.

“We’ll see how fun you think it is when you are the one sitting on top of a damn egg!” Dory answered, upset as she rose.

“Maybe, we aren’t gonna have to wait long to find out,” Renata showed her the egg with her name. “It’s my turn now!”

Dory left the middle of the room to Renata, going to look for a seat. She stopped in front of Florence, leaned down over the hen and pulled her tongue out.

“I’m better than you at chicken!” she said.

Florence shook her wings.

“Buk! Buk! Buk!”

“That’s technically incorrect,” Winifred elucidated. “You’re better at not breaking eggs, Florence was better at doing the chicken charade.”

“Yeah, sure,” grunted Dory, sitting at their side and covering her nudity with a blanket off one of the beds, leaving only her head in view. “It looks easy from the outside, but it’s not that simple! Hpmh! I bet that both you and our main maiden are gonna end up transforming and I will be the last woman standing!”

“If that was the case perhaps you should accept the inevitable, transform and join us in the coop,” pinched Winifred with impish malice. “After all, wouldn’t you look rather silly hanging around with a bunch of egg laying hens?”

Dory frowned from under the blanket.

“Don’t be stupid, we aren’t chickens…!” she barked.

“Flo…!”

“Not ALL of us are chickens!”

“BWOK!”

Meanwhile, while the two had talked, Renata had left Dory’s poorly built nest and egg in the corner of the room where Florence’s nest had ended up, then she had walked back to claim the spotlight.

Renata was methodical in her performance, not leaving much room to flattery, but there was certainly some sensuality in the acute confidence of her movements.

“Hen party, hen party…” Winifred and Dory shyly clapped when Renata unzipped the back of her party dress.

She raised her arms and the dress gently slid down to her knees. Underwear came next, as was natural. Renata’s wide shoulders gave her a strong vibe, yet her boobs were larger than Dory’s, but with significantly darker and smaller areolas, she was also well shaved, having done so with the awareness that she would have to release her inner chicken tonight. Once fully nude the main maiden put a knee on the floor and proceeded to efficiently build her nest.

A tight and firm nest made from her dark, short-skirted party dress and her dark lacey underwear, perfectly shaped.

Renata left the egg in the middle and got herself in position.

“You can do it!” Winifred encouraged with just a hint of worry.

The main maiden stood with her nest between her feet and her hands on her hips, smirking fearlessly.

“I know,” she said and winked to her audience.

Renata made the two women along with the chicken, gasp when right after winking she dropped heavily onto her knees. With surprising skillfulness Renata shook her hips, gradually lowering, not stopping until her vagina tenderly landed on the egg.

The mouths, and beak, of her companions were left open by her impressive performance.

“The trick is to not even think of yourself as a woman, wire your mind as if you were born from an egg, be content with the vision of the chicken you are,” chuckled Renata. “It’s almost as if I have been practising, isn't it?”

One of Dory’s tits peeked out of her blanket when she raised an outraged fist.

“You cheater!” she cried.

Renata laughed loudly, then, as a callback to Florence, bent her arms like short wings and flapped them.

“BUK! BUKBUK! BUUUK! BUUUUUK!'' Once she was done she got up and took a small jump forward, having caused no harm to her egg. “And that, my sisterhood, is how we are supposed to be!”

She closed her act with a sharp butler's bow.

Winifred left Florence with Dory and rushed towards the main maiden. Before Renata could react her redheaded best friend put her feet on top of hers and pulled her head down to kiss her.

A passionate and deep tongue kiss that lasted a half a minute during which Winifred also raised one of her legs like in a romance flick and squeezed one of Renata’s buttcheeks like a porn film. When the kiss ended Renata was out of words and they both were hot and blushing.

“Wini…” Renata managed to babble.

Florence, who had sneaked inside Dory’s blanket and was now sat on the snowy maiden lap, bwaked with enthusiasm.

“BWAK!” BWAK!”

Winifred chuckled.

“Thank you for everything,” she said. “Thank all of you!” She followed it up, looking at Dory and Florence while still hanging from Renata’s neck. “I’m not drunk, not much, I truly mean it! I’m humbled! If my end was some henhouse I couldn’t have asked to nest near a finer group of egg-layers!”

She stepped away from Renata, Renata tried to reach her.

“Wini, you…” she began to mumble… but was stopped when Winifred slapped her ass.

“It’s my turn now,” she said excitedly. “The grand finale!”

Renata lowered her hand and nodded.

“Yes, yes it is.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Bring me my egg, plucky chick!”

The main maiden nodded her head, smiled, and said: “As you wish, princess chick.”

Winifred’s turn, the betrothed’s turn, finally arrived.

Renata gave Winifred her egg and took a seat near to Dory and Florence, not bothering to cover her nakedness. There was a certain tension in the silence as the betrothed took centre stage, a static force that could be felt on the skin. Winifred took a deep breath and stretched her arm up, triumphantly showing her egg.

“When I become a boring lame ass housewife! When you see me dignified and dealing with annoying kids, remember what I did tonight!”

There was a short round of applause and then the undressing began.

Winifred’s wedding dress-like party dress wasn’t too hard to remove, the stockings she had been wearing caused more trouble than any other layer of clothing, like Florence she wasn't wearing a bra. Pale dainty nudity, her areolas were well sized, her nipples rather big and a well tamed red bush covered her crotch.

She did a little spin and proceeded to build her nest, not as perfect as Renata’s, but far from as messy as Dory’s, but it was the prettiest looking nest of the night, perhaps because she was wearing the prettiest dress. Her underwear was white and  lacy, matching Renata’s as they had been bought together.

Brown egg on white cloth.

The betrothed got on top of her nest.

“Thank you,” she said once more before beginning to squat.

Renata, Dory and Florence were on the edge of their seats. Winifred slid down with sensual moves that were intended to tease her audience, she put her knees down and bent them as much as she could, lowering her crotch until her sex touched shell. Smirking with a shade of malice she went a bit lower, making sure the others saw her pussy sliding and soaking the egg.

“Don’t risk it!” groaned Renata. “Bwak already!”

Winifred rolled her eyes.

“Fine, sure,” she chuckled, pressing her arms like wings. “BWAKA! BWAK! BWAKBAW! BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!”

Winifred was the one that clucked the loudest of the four and with that poultry declaration the ritual was done.

The other three gasped with relief, Winifred couldn’t stop giggling.

“See? It wasn’t that bad!”

She got up, feeling a weight having been lifted from her shoulders… not noticing that her lascivious slide had left the egg wet and stuck to her vaginal lips.

“Wini…!” shouted Renata and Dory simultaneously.

“BWOK!” bwaked Florence.

Too late.

“Oh…” was all Winifred had time to say before the egg detached from her pussy, hit her knee, bounced on the nest and crashed down on the floor.

CRACK!

SPLASH!

The hotel bedroom was left mute as the realisation hit.

Dory was the first to talk.

“I was half-right,” she said, raising a finger with a satisfied expression.

Winifred gulped.

“Oh, oh…” her head jerked compulsively. “Oh, shit…!” she took a couple of steps, but her body didn’t obey her, not exactly. The steps were long and taken while tiptoeing, her arms bent at the side of her body, her head wobbling uncontrollably, moving just like the chicken she was about to become. “Buck! BOCKOKOKOKOKO! KO! BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!”

Her neck stretched as she clucked while scratching the floor with her deforming toes. Losing their softness her legs turn yellowish, scaly and dry. Hips expanded, shoulders contracted and her rib cage pushed forward, barreling her chest.

Eyes swelled wide open. Some of her red hair dropped as the typical chicken’ garland grew on her head, the red crown crest on top and the floppy fleshy moustache around her mouth.

“BWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUK!”

The two parts of her beak, both sturdy and pointy, were formed from her jaw as she kept bwaking and clucking aloud with her mouth open. A short, hard beak matching the colour of her avian legs and feet, it claimed skin until reaching her nose, reducing it to two holes, ruining the betrothed’s petite prettiness, making her look more and more like the panicked fowl she was.

Feathers sprouted, on her back, between her breasts, brownish golden tones, the colour of plumage worthy of the most common and unremarkable of egg-layers.

Winifred began to shrink without any warning or delicacy, her belly inflating as the coat of feathers took over every inch of skin that wasn’t fleshy or scaly. She struggled to talk with her beak as the change denied her the grace of speech.

“G-Guuuuugh! Giiiiiiih! Girrrrrls! Siiiiiiiiiiiih! Sisssssteeeeers! SIIIIIISTHERS! BUK! BUK! Shorry! SORRY! Am sosobwaaaaaaaaak! AM BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!”

Renata, worried to the core, had got up and was approaching the shifting form with her hands raised.

“Take it easy, Wini, you are just transforming into a chicken,” the main maiden said with a calm voice. “You’re the last one who should be mad about failing the ritual, this was your idea, this is what you wanted… isn’t it?”

The chicken betrothed needed to point her beak up to look at her best friend’s face, that was something the changes could never change. She opened her wings.

“Yesh! YEEEEEEEEEEESH! BWEEEEEEBWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!”

Winifred flapped her wings, tip-toeing on her claws as the changes ended, fully compressing what she had been into what she had become. Once it was done she dropped onto her fluffy butt. An everyday, brown fowl you could find in any coop, sitting exhausted on the floor.

Florence left the blanket and jumped from Dory’s lap, Dory followed her using the blanket as a sort of cape. Under the watchful eye of the two remaining women, the two hens, the brown one and the black one, walked around each other, with an amused glimmer in their bubbly eyes. They clucked and rubbed their necks together.

“This is so freaky…” mumbled Dory, feeling a chill cross her spine and resonate down to her sex. “They have completely transformed into chickens…”

“Not completely-completely, most of their brain is still there,” said Renata. “Not that this pair were that bright as humans to begin with...”

Dory shook her head.

“You know what I mean, they have… Changed and we’ve seen it, they were women and now they are chickens, just chickens, it makes… it makes you wonder…”

“About what would we look like as poultry if we fucked up like them?” Renata crossed her arms, smirking. “You can still find out if you want, just break your egg.”

The snowy maiden grew noticeably red.

“You idiot! Not in a million years!”

Laughing her naked ass off, Renata went to get something from her backpack and then came back with her friends.

“Here, a consolation prize for tonight's losers,” she threw a bunch of grain and cereal over the floor.

“Isn’t that kind of cruel?” Dory asked, using it to cover her giggle

“They are chickens, chickens peck around! It’s also quality grain, some food to help them regain their strength after the metamorphosis!”

Florence seemed about to bwak outraged, but Winifred just began to do as Renata had said: Pecked around the grain. Watching the brown chicken pecking made the black one perform a kind of avian shrug and also start to peck.

Dory and Renata knelt down, petting the two busy chickens with amusement.

“Look at them, so carefree…” said Renata.

“You can break your egg if you want,” Dory said with a cheeky tone.

“Hmph…!” Renata stretched her arms, yawning. “Maybe at another bachelorette,” she answered. “Don’t tell me you aren’t even a tiny bit envious.”

Dory rubbed Winifred from comb to tail, Wini happily wagged her feathery rear.

“I am,” she confessed.

“Being a chicken seems neat if you ask me…” muttered Renata. “The rule would protect us from any harm and we would live as long as humans, so no more worries, just laying eggs and pecking freely… Is that so terrible?”.

Dory nodded in agreement.

“No, it doesn't sound bad at all…”

Renata laughed.

“Lucky we didn’t break our eggs then, with this mindset we would stay as fowl.”

“Nah, this is a one night thing, we’re women with human lives ahead…” assured Dory despite not sounding too sure.

“Yeah, I guess so… and you also suck at making a nest, so we would have had to help you a lot.”

“Screw you!” the snowy maiden grunted.

“What a sour hen!” gloated the main maiden.

The chickens clucked.

Dory sighed.

“So what now?” she asked.

“Go to bed?” answered Renata. “It has been a damn long night… Get some sleep and tomorrow, after the sun brings the bird brains back and we go and get some breakfast, we go and party again… hopefully with less chicken puns?”

“You are the boss,” answered Dory.

That was the plan they settled on.

Renata and Dory got some clothes on, Renata wore only a large shirt, Dory her satin pyjamas, and the four of them, women and hens, got together into one of the big beds. Soon they were peacefully snorting, the women holding hands and the hens nesting between them together.

They had a good night’s sleep, undisturbed and peaceful…

Yet, in the oniric beyond they shared an eerie dream, one in which the four of them, fully nude, were inside a big henhouse, walking around as chickens do, bwaking and clucking and pecking…

Unable to escape their fowl fate… and still… it didn't feel like a nightmare…

Dory was laying in bed, she had a slight frown on her sleeping face, but her subconscious wasn’t eager for her to wake up. Then something began to stroke her nose.

Something soft.

A tiny black feather.

Dory woke with a start, sneezing, when she tried to lift a weight off her belly and two hands on her breasts pushed her down. When her vision focused on the blur she saw Florence, naked, of course, smiling above her.

“Morning sugar tits!” giggled Florence, rubbing and squeezing Dory’s boobs.

“Flo…!” moaned Dory. “You’re back!”

“I never left,” Florence leaned closer to Dory and licked the snowy maiden’s neck.

“Hmmmmp! I mean, back to being human…”

“Yes, changing was so freaking hot…! It’s unreal, incomprehensible, the feeling of your own flesh shifting like that! I’m still super horny,” explained Florence as she continued licking. “So horny… So horny I would learn to swim just to fuck with the ducks…!”

The pair began to make out… until a pillow hit Florence in the head and ricocheted onto Dory’s face.

“Can you two get a room?!” barked an annoyed Renata getting up from her side.

“We ARE in a hotel room,” said Dory, muffled by the pillow.

“Then one in which I’m not present!” Renata sat up in bed, rubbing her head with both hands. “Noisy bimbos so early in the morning, this damn headache… I’m never drinking again in my life!”

Florence laughed and looked at the main maiden, opening her arms and showing her tits.

“Renata, look, I’m a woman once more!”

“Yeah?” Renata grunted. “You were less annoying and cuter as a chicken, so perhaps you should have stayed like that so I could get some sleep!” Florence stuck her tongue out and flipped both middle fingers, Renata didn’t pay her any attention, she took a long look around the room and then asked. “Where’s Wini?”

The betrothed  was nowhere to be seen.

The three women left the bed and searched for her. It was Dory that found the small bulge under a blanket and when they lifted the wool underneath they found Winifred, the brown hen, sleeping undisturbed with her head under a wing.

Florence and Dory chuckled.

“Classic Wini,” gloated Florence. “Too lazy to be human!”

Renata wasn’t laughing, the moment she saw the chicken she grew slightly pale and sweaty. The main maiden opened the room’s curtains so the morning light showered the hen, then she knelt down and shook the bird out of it’s slumber.

“Winifred! Winifred!” she muttered.

Winifred slowly raised her head, blinking several times and licking her beak before opening her eyes. The chicken stood up on the bed, looked at her maidens and tried to talk.

“Bwak!”

It was after bwaking, after trying to move her wings to her beak as if they were still hands and seeing the feathers that the hen began to look worried. She bent her neck, inspected her body, shocked to still be what she was.

“Winifred!” Renata caught the hen’s attention. “This is not funny, change back right now!”

Winifred nodded, shut her eyelids tightly and, even if not knowing how, tried to do that, to be a woman again. She spread her wings, stretched as much as she could, holding her breath… For a brief instant her boobs seemed to emerge from behind the feathers in her chest, but the mirage was dispelled quickly and bluntly and with a PLOP sound.

“BUUK!”

Instead of transforming back into a woman like the princess in some fairy tale, Winifred the hen’s cloaca opened and she laid an egg that landed between her claws in the sheets. The main maiden and the egg laying hen froze staring speechlessly at the ovaloid signifier of doom.

“G-Goddess…” whispered Renata just like the undead would.

“Buk…”

Hen and woman looked at each other, seeing their reflection in the other’s eyes.

“This is how it goes for us, uh…?”

The distressed chicken didn’t have a bwak inside her to answer. The two friends closed their eyes and put their foreheads together, Winifred’s crest tingling against Renata’s skin.

“Hey,” giggled Dory nervously. “Hey, what’s going on? When is Wini changing back?” she asked, tapping Renata’s shoulder.

Renata sighed deeply, stood, glanced at the other two women in the room.

“There was guilt and doubt in her heart,” the main maiden explained, as dryly and coldly as she could. “There’s no way back for her, she’s a hen…” then she took off the shirt that was the only fabric covering her nudity.

Florence tried to laugh it off.

“What does that mean…” she shook her head. “That doesn’t mean, come on, fuck off, stop… Wini ain’t just… Is it because she gave a blowjob to the driver? It… There surely MUST be a way to fix…!”

Renata stepped backwards, she gently put her hands on the crotches of Dory and Florence and dragged them with her until the three of them were in the middle of the bedroom. Winifred sorrowfully witnessed it all from her privileged position on top of the bed.

“But be careful, betrothed,” recited Renata, looking forward firmly. “If you crack the shell hiding the taint of guilt beneath your chest… with the slightest hint of doubt in your heart… poultry will be the end of any maiden that commits such transgression, only for their sisters to remind them of their failure, but if you are the one to fail the test on those terms the fowl fate will be shared between you and the sorry maidens that followed you…”

Florence shook her head.

“Nononononono, you have to be kidding!”

Dory opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water.

“Please…” was the only sound that managed to escape her throat before it began.

“We all knew the risks,” Renata’s neck stiffly tensed, her voice cracking. “We are the bridesmaids’ of a chicken, the henhouse is the only place where we BELONG!”

A cacophony of clucking and shifting bone and flesh exploded, echoing around the walls.

At once Renata, Florence and Dory were betrayed by their bodies as the utter stripping of their humanity started.

Nobody to chant at a hen party now that it really was to be a party of hens.

Bwaking from the top of their lungs, the three of them were forced into the squatting pose by the weight of the changes dropped onto their shoulders. Feet burst into avian claws, bellies inflated, heads spasmed as the women cursed their luck. Renata and Florence, being already fully nude, leaned forward, spreading their buttocks open with their hands.

“Why I habwak to buk transformed twiceeeeeeeeeeh!” cried Florence as an egg began to slide out of her asshole.

Dory, seeing, and feeling, what was about to come shook her head and pulled down her pants. Instead of spreading her buttcheeks , she pressed them together with the intention of not allowing any eggs to defile her body cavities.

“I’m not a chicken!” she claimed, shaking her head like a chicken. “BUK! BUK! I’m not a damn chicken, I’m not a chicken BWABWAAAAAAK! I’m not a BWAK chicken!”

When the egg-laying pressure moved to her womb Dory changed the position of one of her hands to her crotch, using it to hold her twat close. She squeezed hard, she squeezed desperately, sobbing, marking the flesh with her nails.

“No chicken! Bwa! BWAAAAK BWAAAAAAK! No chicken!” she lamented.

Renata and Dory had finished laying their first eggs ever when Renata noticed Dory’s futile resistance.

“Dory! BOK! NO!” pleaded the main maid. “BOK! BOKBOK! Dory, nooooook! Don’t resist BWAAAAAK! Don’t resist or it will be MUCH worse!”

Dory focused her attention on Renata’s face, Renata’s hair was falling, a moustache of red flesh surrounding her lips.

The mind shattering vision struck the snowy maiden’s mind.

A last ominous warning from the powers beyond that had deem her unworthy of ending her days as a woman. She saw a beak emerging from her cunt and her pretty face, screaming in anguish, before being engulfed and forever disappearing beneath the white feathers in a chicken's butt…

She fell with her knees crossed, shouted a long howl of defeat… and raised her arms, allowing the laying to proceed.

One egg came out of her butt and her pussy at the same time.

Pulsating vaginas and spreading anuses blitz through the skin, merging together into the singularity of a hen’s cloaca. The coat of feathers soon began to sprout, pure white for Dory, black for Renata and Florence.

The inflation of their bellies progressed as their chests wew squeezed on top. Arms twisted and squeezed nails lost as fingers merge with fingers, fusing into naked wings poorly suited for flight.

Shrinking soon followed the stretching of the necks, quickly reducing the size of the  women to fowl heights. Winifred carefully approached the edge of the bed to not lose sight of the last human moments of her clucking sisters. Dory, getting trapped in the satin of her pyjama top, gave a couple of bowing steps forward and stared right at the hen on top of the bed.

“WINI! WINI!” as she screamed her blond hair was completely lost as her head compressed around the beak forming in her mouth. “TIS BWAAAK FAULT! BOK! BUUK! BUKUKUKUKUUUUUU! YUUUU BOOOOOK USSSSSSSSSSSS!”

Dory's final disgrace was that she had been too tall of a woman, her talons scraped the satin, flapping her wings she fell backwards, disappearing inside her pyjamas, a diminishing bulge inside a cloth trap.

Florence and Renata were too near the end of their humanity, the final stage of the transformation, barely human faces in chicken bodies.

“KAAAAAAAAH! BWAAAaaaaAAAAK! Weee KNEeeeeeeEEEEW!”

“We fuckin BWOOOK chekeeeeens!”

Voices were lost to the clucking, sounds that left no trace of speech, just the slowing bwaking of exhaustion.

It was over.

They had failed.

A hen party, four chickens.

The brown one watched the two black ones on the floor, one of them, the one that had been Renata, was larger and with a more imposing crest. The two black hens gave one another a look, nodded in somnolence and then moved closer to the shaking satin bulge near them. With beak and claw they shook the fabric and liberated the white chicken trapped inside.

The white chicken, whose comb was the smallest of the four, came out and instantly focussed her attention on the brown hen on top of the bed. Clucking and bwaking she launched herself towards the brown, leaping forward as a sort of angry avian missile. Had she been skilled in her new form she would have been capable of easily making the jump, but having just become what she was meant to be she was as clumsy as a newborn chick, so instead of reaching her objective she crashed face first into the mattress and dropped right back onto her featherly arse.

She shook her head, having ended up sitting with her scaly legs open, she looked at her wings, she rubbed those wings on the white covering her bloated belly, she closed her eyes and began to cluck a cry of lamentation and curses.

With diligent haste the brown hen jumped from the bed and dashed to comfort the white one. They hugged as well as they could with their wings, the black pair soon joined them, their sisterhood of hen all they had left.

They partied, partied hard to their heart's content, fowling themselves until there was no way back left for them.

Florence wanted pleasure.

Dory wanted to make her lil sister happy.

Renata wanted to make Winifred happy.

Winifred didn’t know what she wanted.

Four hens clucking around a hotel room registered in nobody's name, soon enough to be found by maid service, caught and sent to where chicken’s should be… but would it really be fair to say their hearts weren’t pure?