Yep, THIS is what we meant when we offered you a central position in egg production.
Seriously, the name of our company... Huma Chicks™... didn't give you a clue? I guess you didn't see anything fishy in that $50.000 bonus payable on your first day at work, either. Yeah, right. We don't pay money to livestock.
So many of you Millennials have worked in the service industry, you never even think of manufacturing as an option! But that's what you'll be doing! Manufacturing eggs! Totally hands-on! Or, rather, WINGS-on!
Henrietta here can fill you in on the details. She's an old PRO! She's been a hen for... what? Three years?
Bucka-bucka BAWWWWWK!
Four years! Time sure flies when you're having fun, eh, Henrietta! You understood that, didn't you, Matilda? THOUGHT so! You're coming along nicely. Good thing, too, because you're no longer capable of human speech.
Oh, and Hazel up there has only been here about three months, but she's already become so all hen that she just flutters up to perch wherever she feels like without a second thought!
As I'm sure you can tell, what we've done here is completely irreversible. So, even if you managed to escape, there is no place for three-and-a-half-foot-high chickens in human society. No, I'm afraid this is the only place for you from here on in.
But don't feel bad! Before, you were a criminal, a drug addict, a drag on human society, eating expensive food and contributing nothing in return. NOW, you will eat nothing but chicken feed, worms, bugs, the cockroaches and flies that always get in here... and you will produce GIANT Grade-A EGGS for worthwhile human beings! Be proud! Your life now has a purpose! And you are helping to alleviate the global food shortage!
We put this mirror here just as a constant reminder of what you've become. Not that you're likely to forget, being covered with feathers and all.
Also, you might as well know, the men who work here have been selected for their... um... attraction to Hen Girls. We need to get something on them so they won't spill the beans about our little operation here. So you might as well look your best. You may be "dating." Tee-hee!
This is the future, folks. Everyone has to contribute to the common good. Even if we have to make you into livestock.
Adapted from Gmoe47's excellent story series "Huma-Chicks" https://www.deviantart.com/gmoe47/a.....icks-426218765
Seriously, the name of our company... Huma Chicks™... didn't give you a clue? I guess you didn't see anything fishy in that $50.000 bonus payable on your first day at work, either. Yeah, right. We don't pay money to livestock.
So many of you Millennials have worked in the service industry, you never even think of manufacturing as an option! But that's what you'll be doing! Manufacturing eggs! Totally hands-on! Or, rather, WINGS-on!
Henrietta here can fill you in on the details. She's an old PRO! She's been a hen for... what? Three years?
Bucka-bucka BAWWWWWK!
Four years! Time sure flies when you're having fun, eh, Henrietta! You understood that, didn't you, Matilda? THOUGHT so! You're coming along nicely. Good thing, too, because you're no longer capable of human speech.
Oh, and Hazel up there has only been here about three months, but she's already become so all hen that she just flutters up to perch wherever she feels like without a second thought!
As I'm sure you can tell, what we've done here is completely irreversible. So, even if you managed to escape, there is no place for three-and-a-half-foot-high chickens in human society. No, I'm afraid this is the only place for you from here on in.
But don't feel bad! Before, you were a criminal, a drug addict, a drag on human society, eating expensive food and contributing nothing in return. NOW, you will eat nothing but chicken feed, worms, bugs, the cockroaches and flies that always get in here... and you will produce GIANT Grade-A EGGS for worthwhile human beings! Be proud! Your life now has a purpose! And you are helping to alleviate the global food shortage!
We put this mirror here just as a constant reminder of what you've become. Not that you're likely to forget, being covered with feathers and all.
Also, you might as well know, the men who work here have been selected for their... um... attraction to Hen Girls. We need to get something on them so they won't spill the beans about our little operation here. So you might as well look your best. You may be "dating." Tee-hee!
This is the future, folks. Everyone has to contribute to the common good. Even if we have to make you into livestock.
Adapted from Gmoe47's excellent story series "Huma-Chicks" https://www.deviantart.com/gmoe47/a.....icks-426218765
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Chicken
Size 1152 x 1296px
File Size 1.05 MB
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