DESCRIPTION
It may happen at any time to anybody.
Even an unassuming office lady may meet such an end when walking around her workplace a radio suddenly turns on and a buzzing voice speaks her name and her fate. Hypnotized, she loses any control of her flesh, impotent witness to her own degradation, she will follow every command even if she may be in front of her peers.
Take your clothes before your hands become wings.
Squat down as your hair turns into feathers.
Lay an egg with your forming cloaca.
When the frequency finishes transmission she regains control, but there’s nothing left of her previous form, now a clucking fowl whose only future is an existence in a henhouse.
Art by MistyMorning: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mistymorning/