First times for Joni

Joni Fredericks was the next person and was surprised to smell cooking. Cheese and eggs and bacon. She was a gorgeous blonde ball of candyfloss in human form

and she was always happy when someone else had made food.

She sauntered into the kitchen with a smile on her face and precious little between her ears.

"Hi there Maria, since when do you cook breakfast for the rest of us?" She asked twirling her long blonde locks styled into twin tails.

"Since I got given an ostrich egg," replied Maria grinning a little as she motioned towards her own recently laid egg. "There's no way of eating that thing by myself," she added mixing her pad of scrambled eggs. It felt weird scrambling something that had been in her

freshly altered body not long ago but it also felt exhilarating. It was something new about her something infectious. She should be scared or disgusted by what she was doing. But Maria now only felt arousal at the idea. Scrambled eggs and bacon might well have a knock-on effect and she was certain that once the other girls had tasted the pleasure she felt they too would be swept away by it.

She smiled at Joni, the girl was thick as two short planks but she wasn't malevolent person.

"Once everyone has arrived, will have a big breakfast together." She added pouring a large glass of milk for the blonde.

The other three residents of their little hen house arrived shortly after Joni did.

Tall athletic Stacey was dark as a moonless night but she wasn't going to turn down a free meal so high in protein.

Acidic and somewhat charmless Cynthia still dressed in her long black skull T-shirt and nothing else was willing to take the gesture although the vegetarian did decline any bacon offered to her.

Finally enticed by the smell of food Angela a somewhat lazy student who never really left the house finally emerged. She was a little tubby but somehow Maria was certain a good breakfast would do her good.

Maria could feel her lower body quiver, as she watched her fellow residents devour the egg. Examining each girl for the inevitable changes they were setting in motion, most of them would be chickens. But at least two of these girls were going to turn into something else. She felt herself growing wet grinding her cloaca against the chair feeling another lay beginning at just the moment the other girls felt the libido soar.

Joni was the first to exhibit a more physical symptom. Much like Maria before her tingling began in her nethers as a reproductive system built for live young began to change into something more suited for egg laying.

The airheaded Aphrodite let out a low moan and bit her lip and Maria knew she would be the only one enjoying the pleasures of laying a football -sized egg today.

The only question she was considering, was whether or not this was a henhouse or a barnyard?