Welcome to the Family (NSFW TF Story) (Patreon)

Luke and Alex are good friends online but they finally get a chance to meet and share their love of birds. Alex had no idea, though, just how birdy Luke was until they share a special sushi dinner together one afternoon. Let's just say that that sushi was life-changing.

Something a little different this week: I have some written smut to share. It's a transformation (TF) piece for Falkie, who's hatchday was earlier this month. As usual, there's a pdf version too if you'd rather read it on a portable device. Please DO NOT REPOST elsewhere.

Welcome to the Family Part 1  

“What’s your favorite sushi?” Luke asked.

Alex smiled. He didn’t have to think long. “Salmon sashimi.”

“Oh yes! And for dessert, Ikura, right?”

Alex’s eyes lit up. “Yes! How’d you know?”

“Oh, I dunno… it’s my favorite and I sense that we have a lot in common.”

The two were watching birds on a trail that circled a suburban lake near Seattle. The tall alder trees were budding in the lengthening spring days but the Olympics in the distance still bore thick brows of crisp snow.

Alex was from Germany and Luke was a local. The two had met through an online birdwatching forum some months before. They soon found that they had similar interests including that they were both avian furries. So when Alex planned a trip to the US he made sure to stop through Seattle to meet his new friend. And Luke was very accommodating—picked him up from the airport, took him to various birding spots, and let him stay in his home. The two hit it off well and were having a fun time sharing the wonders of Washington together.

Luke stopped and peered through his binoculars at a new flurry of tiny birds in a salmonberry bush. They were spunky little olive-green birds that periodically flashed caps of yellow and red. “Look! Golden-crowned kinglets. I bet you don’t have those in Germany.”

As Alex admired them, Luke sighed and patted his stomach. “All this talk of sushi has made me hungry. I know a great place nearby, if you’d like to come to lunch with me.”

Alex nodded. He added with a German clip to his voice. “Oh yes! Sounds perfekt!”

Soon they were back in Luke’s pickup, driving up a winding valley road. There were bunches of crow, gull, and songbird feathers wedged between the headliner and plastic molding in the truck cab. They bristled from every seam. Alex had seen these during the past couple of days but because of the oddity of it, and his self-consciousness at discussing complicated subjects in a second language, he had avoided bringing them up in casual conversation.

But had grown more comfortable speaking English and felt more confident at broaching new subjects with his American friend. As he stroked an iridescent raven feather he blurted out, “My, you really are a bird nut, aren’t you?”

Luke laughed.

Alex quickly added, “I’m sorry was that too forward of me?”

Luke waved his hand, laughing. “No, no, relax, that was spot on. I get that response all the time. I totally deserve it. I’ll own that title.”

Alex chuckled, “Good. I’d hate to make you feel odd about it. I too collect feathers. I just don’t have a car to display them in yet. I am perplexed though about these huge down feathers on the floor and seat. And this enormous rectrice on your dashboard.” He picked up the long, broad, white tail feather, which was almost a meter long.

Luke kept his eyes on the road, “Well, yes, that does bear some explaining to a fellow bird nut like yourself. Most people just assume it’s from a bald eagle or a swan. But you know birds so you know that’s night right. It’s far too large. Howabout I tell you over lunch?”

They came to a narrow lane that climbed up a steep hill and merged with a highway. The road flattened out on a bluff overlooking the Puget Sound. There was a cluster of old businesses along the highway and a bridge across a canyon.

The buildings were old and shabby. They looked as though they had been added to several times over the decades, bearing the boxy, Craftsman style prominent in the 20s or 30s. There was a small Asian grocery store, a marijuana dispensary, and a restaurant. Judging by the common themes in red paint with white trim, it looked like the businesses were owned by a common family. The restaurant bore a pole topped by a rust-edged sign depicting chopsticks and a sushi roll in white and green neon. Glowing red script flashed the name “Eagle’s Landing Sushi.” Judging by the number of newer cars out front, it had a good following of younger and well-off customers inside. It looked like a well-loved establishment.

Luke opened the front door for his friend. “Come, my friend. This is the best sushi in town, or the world I’ll bet. And, it happens to be owned by my cousins so we can feast for free!”

Alex paused and exclaimed, “What? Really? That’s amazing!”

As they stepped in the door, Alex could see it was incredibly busy inside. The sushi counter was full of customers as were all the small square tables that had been packed into the tiny dining room. Large plate-glass windows offered a sweeping view of the snow-capped Olympics and Puget Sound. In the yard outside were many bird feeders also with clouds of darting sparrows, nuthatches, chickadees, and finches.

Luke commented, “Stellar view, eh? We try to keep it a welcome spot for birders. People come here for the sushi but they stay for the view.

The sushi chef was an 50s-ish Japanese-American with white hair and a name tag that read “Joe Yamayuki.” He waved at Luke with a little smile. “Hey, Luke! You brought a friend today?”

“Yes! Joe, meet Alex. He’s visiting from Germany.”

Joe straightened his face and offered his hand, “Wilkommen!”

Alex reached out and shook Joe’s hand. “Danke! Thank you!”

Joe turned to Luke, “You want the usual in the usual place?”

Luke blushed slightly, “Am I really that predictable?” He chuckled. “Don’t answer that! Yes! Please!” He turned to Alex, “Follow me! We’ll have our own space in the back.”

They made their way through the crowded dining room, wedging between seats and dodging servers until they came to a closed door with a sign that said “Employees only.” Luke winked at Alex and opened the door. They crossed a back halfway, passed a doorway that dropped down a short stairway to the backyard, and went through another door into the kitchen of a private residence.

There was a table in an old-fashioned booth-style breakfast nook with the same incredible view as the dining room. Luke took off his coat and hung it on a hook, gesturing for Alex to do the same. “We’ll start with the some miso soup and seaweed salad, then a course of wild-caught salmon. You may also request anything you desire, but that should get us started, right?”

Alex smiled, “Mhmm!”

The two ate several courses of sushi while talking about local birds and their favorite birding locales. Luke insisted that Alex try every salmon selection until they were both stuffed. At last, Luke leaned back smiling and patting his belly full of fish. “Now was that a sushi-gasm or what?”

Alex chuckled, “That was the best… THE BEST! I’ve ever had. You are a very lucky fellow to be able to do this whenever you please. If you don’t mind my asking, you don’t appear to be Asian yourself. I suppose an uncle married into the family perhaps?”

Luke smiled, “No, not exactly.”

Alex wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. His forehead was scrunched slightly, perplexed as he was. “I don’t want to pry, but I’m genuinely curious. How is it that you are part of this family?”

Luke shifted his eyebrows. “Well, it’s a long story with a lot of ins and outs. And it’s rare that I get a chance to tell it. But I do love to tell it to people I consider close friends. Good people, such as yourself, that show more than casual interest. It helps, too, if I show you a few things that will help explain it. And it has a lot to do with birds so I think you’ll find it of special interest. Do you have anywhere to be soon?”

Alex gulped his tea. “No. But I’m not keeping you am I?”

“No, not at all. As I said, I love telling this story. But first, tell me something.” Luke leaned back with a twinkle in his eye that was more than the glow of the saki. “Have you ever wanted to be a bird?”

Alex played with his cup of tea on the table, turning it as he spoke. “Yes. Very much so. Ever since I was 7 years old and visited Weltvogelpark Walsrode. They have many birds of prey there including majestic Stellar’s sea eagles. But my favorite was a pair of white-tailed sea eagles in a tall flight cage. I have been very fortunate to see them several times in the wild, which is, fortunately, getting easier as their numbers return.”

“Ah, yes, cousins to our bald eagles. Baldies were rare here, too, when I was young but are so common now that people have forgotten how few there were. But, staying on topic, I know exactly what you mean.” Luke took a sip of tea. “For me it was a dream that became an obsession, actually.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Obsession? You say that like it was unhealthy.”

“Oh some would say it was. My best friends were birds when I was a child. I always understood their behavior better than people. And my bird friends never let me down. But being close to birds meant difficulty making human friends and working with others. And, of course, that means I couldn’t forge romantic relationships either since I didn’t invest the time it took. I was content just being with birds, wishing I could be one.”

Alex smiled wistfully. “I was similar. Sometimes feeling more bird than person. Feeling the calling to spread my wings when up on a tall hill and the wind blew through my hair. Wanting to jump into the sky while walking down a crowded city street.”

Luke nodded. “Yes. And picking up bird mannerisms too. I noticed how you jerk your head sometimes when focusing on details around you.”

“Yes, yes. My coworkers kid me about that sometimes.”

Luke chuckled, “Me too! I’m glad to see that there is someone else as birdy as me in this world.”

Joe came in and spoke to Luke, “Had enough? I swear you’re going to eat me out of business!”

Luke nodded and winked, “Ha! Who brings you the best fish anyways?”

Joe chuckled, “That is true. Hard to beat your catches.”

Alex lifted his hands in front of him, “That was outstanding, Joe. Thank you very much. I’ve never had better sushi!”

Joe nodded his head, “My pleasure! Despite what I said to this bottomless fish pit here, is there anything else you’d like to try?”

“No, no! I’m absolutely stuffed! Thank you!”

Luke raised his eyebrows and looked up at Joe. “There is one more thing we need. The special Ikura, if you please.”

Joe smiled. “Are you sure?”

Luke nodded sharply, “Absolutely.”

Joe shook his head. “You fish egg slut.”

Luke laughed heartily and looked at Alex. “You’ve got to try this Ikura. It will change your life.”

Alex protested mildly, “Oh, I don’t know. I’m so full!”

Luke looked at Joe, “He wants the special Ikura. Please.”

Joe smiled down at Alex and said, “You’re in for a big treat my friend. Big treat.” He chuckled and walked back out.

In a few minutes Joe returned with a tray made of laminated wooden decorated with a carved eagle at each end. In the center were two simple seaweed cups heaped with plump, orange salmon roe. As he set it on the table, he turned to Luke. “I’ll make sure you guys have privacy. So just clean up after yourselves and keep the noise down, ok?” He grinned as he walked out and closed the door.

Alex cocked his head. “Um, what did he mean by that?”

Luke sipped some tea and folded his hands before him on the table. “Never mind that. He just means to clean our table when we’re done. Small price to pay for great sushi, right? OK, so one last piece to enjoy.”

Alex massaged his stomach. “Oof! I don’t know if I have space!”

Luke insisted. “You must! It’s the best Ikura. It’s an old Yamayuki family recipe. Like Joe said, it will change your life.”

Alex cast a skeptical eye on it. “So good it will change my life?”

Luke refilled their saki cups. “Yes. And it’s a part of the story I will tell you now.”

“OK, how can I pass that up!” They both picked up their chopsticks and each picked up their ikura. Luke tapped his to Alex’s and declared “Kanpai!” Then they both chomped their sushi and followed with a slug of saki.

Alex exhaled loudly “Whew!” He rubbed his belly as a warm rush sank through his body and the euphoria of a satisfying meal and hot saki spread through his brain. “Wow! That was fantastic!”

“Sorry if this seems dramatic, but we cannot be disturbed while I tell you this story.” Luke stood up and pulled the window shades down. He also walked to the doors at each end of the kitchen and locked them. He sat back down and leaned forward in his seat, his eyes serious but his face friendly.

“That roe is fresh but also preserved with a very closely guarded family technique. We don’t serve that ikura to just anyone. Only our very closest friends and family. And we have a tradition in this family.” Luke placed his hands on the table. “Anyone who shares this table with us and eats this ikura becomes family. That is how I came to know Joe.”

“Oh that’s very nice!” Alex chuckled nervously. He felt mildly vulnerable, locked in a stranger’s kitchen with someone whom he trusted but had, in truth, not known very long. They had chatted online a lot in recent months. And not just about birds. They had discussed their careers, their childhoods, their social lives, and even their sexual preferences. Both were gay and had had sexual encounters. And they had similar tastes in avian furry art. He summed up his experiences and concluded that there were never any warning flags or reasons to doubt Luke’s sincerity. Alex relaxed and locked eyes with Luke. He placed his hands into Luke’s.

“That’s a very nice sentiment.” Luke’s hands were warm and comforting. “You know, this is nice having some private time with you like this. It’s been an incredible day and I feel so relaxed and happy right now.” He is fingers curled around Luke’s “I had a good feeling when I came to visit. I feel very comfortable with you, like we’re old friends. It can be a little lonely traveling but you’ve made me feel welcome here, like I’m not really away from home. I feel that I’d like to spend more time close like this.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that. I really like you too, Alex.”

Alex felt something bristly against his fingers. When he looked down he started at what he saw. Luke’s fingers were covered in bumps sprouting with soft feathers. Alex tried to pull his hands away but Luke held them in place.

Luke pleaded, “Don’t be frightened! Like I said, it will be easier to show you my secrets than tell you about them.”

Alex’s eyes widened as big as half-dollars and he breathed hard, “What’s happening to you? Am I hallucinating? Have I been drugged?”

“No, this is real. And, no, you weren’t drugged. You’ll be fine, but I’m giving you a chance to learn, and take part in, something wonderful. Please, don’t be afraid. Nothing will happen to you unless you want it to. Just watch, my friend. Your dreams are about to come true!”

Luke relaxed his grip and Alex shuffled back in his booth seat, his eyes riveted on Luke’s face. Luke’s body shrank slightly and feathers sprouted out from every area of exposed skin. His t-shirt became loose and baggy around his neck and chest. His face narrowed and his nostrils flattened. His teeth fused into a triangular point and his lips narrowed and hardened into a growing muzzle. The only thing that didn’t change size were his eyes but the lids tightened and turned yellow. The irises changed from blue to light gold.

At this mid-point in transformation, Luke stood and pulled his shirt off up over his head and tossed it aside. His ribs were prominent, moving in and out with every heavy breath. They were jointed along his sides at angles that pointed downward. He grunted a high-pitched, inhuman groan and gripped his chest with his feathered hands. But his fingers had narrowed and fused and had long quills erupting from them. From the center of his chest, right down the front midline, a crest of skin-covered bone bulged outward. It was just the size of his human breastbone at first but as his body shrank, the sides plumped out with thick, bulging muscles.

Luke closed his eyes let out a long, soft cry and panted a moment. The transformation halted and he looked at Alex. His huge golden eyes were framed in a squarish skull with prominent eye ridges, covered in pink skin and half-grown narrow white feathers. His face had grown a big yellow beak with a hook at the end. Despite only being half baked, it was clear he was turning into a bald eagle.

Luke let the image sink into Alex for a moment as he caught his breath. Then he spoke softly with a screechy, raspy voice. “This is my secret. Our family’s secret. We are a special race of humans you might call ‘werebirds.’ We can become birds whenever we wish.” Luke closed his eyes and stretched his half-formed wings, studded with thick, blue, blood feathers— the soft, growing part of a feather. He grunted again. “It’s difficult but with practice, we can control our transformation and even learn to become different birds.” He looked down at the pants that were sagging around his hips, barely holding on. “Before I go on, I thought it fair that I should ask if you want to see the rest. I can certainly stop and turn back into a human, if you wish. After I pass this point, it becomes almost impossible to speak.”

Alex sat up straighter, his eyes flitting about from Luke’s hands to his beak to his chest, taking in the grotesque sight of his half-avian friend. “I…” His eyes drifted down to Luke’s waist, then back up to his eyes. “I’m…”

“Intrigued? You don’t look horrified, so that’s a good thing.”

Alex smiled a little. “Yes, that’s the correct word. No, not horrified.”

Luke cocked his head, “You see, we are not a blood-relation family, at least not in the traditional sense. We can imbue this power to others when we choose. It was given to me 10 years ago when I met Joe.” He tilted his head the other way. “I would like to give this ability to you, Alex… If you’re interested.”

Alex’s mouth dropped open, unable to believe what he was seeing nor what he was being offered. But it sank in that everything he’d seen so far was real. Why wouldn’t the offer be real. “To say I’m interested would be an understatement. Yes? Please?!”

Luke’s eagle eyes seemed to smile. “Good. I’m so glad.” He extended a shriveled, feathery hand towards Alex. “I saw how your eyes lingered at my pants. Come over and help me pull them off.”

Alex grinned and walked over to Luke. Luke had already shrunk to only a meter and a half tall.

Luke spoke, “Please touch whatever you like. Check it out. I know, too, from the furry art you commission that you would love to see what’s below the belt!”

Alex daintily touched Luke’s smooth, shiny beak. It was hard and hot and when he pressed on it, he could tell it was firmly connected to his head. It wasn’t a mask. He ran his fingers across Luke’s pin feathered scalp and down his left shoulder, looking at how the feathers were pressing out from blue-colored shafts that were buried deep in follicles. Much of his skin was covered in soft grey-white down already but where it was exposed, it was soft, warm, and elastic.

Luke raised his left wingarm and said, “Check out these pecs! And these jointed ribs. At this stage, I already have airsacs inside and my lungs have become avian. It helps to have plenty of oxygen to drive the extreme metabolism transformation requires.”

Alex’s fingers moved down the bulging breast muscles and bumped along the prominent ribs at the lower end of Luke’s rib cage. Then his fingers moved down the soft, fluff of Luke’s abdomen, down to his sagging pants.

Luke churred through his beak. “Go ahead. Take a look at what’s down there.”

Alex got down on his knees and unbuttoned Luke’s fly. The pants sank down under their own weight to reveal Luke’s gray underwear. There was a noticeable bulge in the underpants. He hooked a finger into the waistband and slid the drawers down to Luke’s knees. As he did so, a tapered pink cock flopped out. It wasn’t a normal human dick though.

There was no scrotum and the penis was slim with a tapered tip. It was covered in slick pink membrane instead of skin. Luke groaned and his cock bounced. There was an audible plipping sound associated with the bounce. Alex could see that its base was merged with a moist orifice, as if Luke’s butt were swallowing his cock. The lips of this orifice were winking around the base of the cock and by the moans and grunts, it gave Luke pleasure.

Consequently, seeing Luke aroused, and in half-avian form, made Alex aroused. He adjusted his fly, a bit embarrassed at his obvious bulge.

Luke chuckled. “You’re getting’ horny, aren’t you? Excellent. You are the birdvert I’d hoped you would be!”

Alex fumbled his fingers around Luke’s tail and chuckled nervously. “Well, I, I mean, who wouldn’t be?”

Luke laughed out loud, causing his cock to bounce and his half-formed feathers to shake. “Indeed. I agree!”

He shook the garments from his skinny bird legs and off his half-formed bird feet. He squatted slowly and rolled over to his knees. His tail was a large plump wedge of skin and thick blood feathers. He lowered his breast and lifted his tail while reaching back with his wingtip to part the feathers better and show off what he knew Alex wanted to see.

Luke’s butt had moved outward, becoming a part of the wedge of tissue that formed his tail base. There weren’t any butt cheeks anymore and the opening had become a transverse slit. His tapered cock was protruding outward from the lower lip of the slit and it bent forward between his legs. A circle of out-folded pink membranes hugged the base of the penis. Alex recognized, from YouTube videos he had seen in the past, that it looked very similar to the penis of an ostrich albeit more tapered.

Luke winked his new vent and fanned his half-grown tail feathers. He grunted with pleasure and his cloaca tightened and relaxed with a smooching sound around his pulsating wet shaft. A strand of clear mucus drooled from its tip.

“I’ve learned how to control my transformation so well that I can finish growing my feathers and be a ‘bird man’ as it were. But I don’t do it often. Only in private since the world is just not ready for that. Or I can continue transforming and be a normal bald eagle with a normal cloaca. As you might expect, I very much like the feral form because it allows me to fly, but I’ll give you a taste of both.

“But there’s something I must tell you. All of us host a relatively harmless virus. It won’t make you sick but you will feel a little different. Your senses will be heightened. Your mind will be sharpened. And you will live much, much longer than normal humans. And, or course, it will allow you transform. Controlling it can be pretty tricky so I’m glad you’ll be staying with me for a while so I can guide you through it.”

“Oh! Was that in the ‘special ikura?’ I thought I felt something strange.”

“No. But the ikura did contain a natural herb that helps with the integration of the virus. It increases the permeability of your cells to the new DNA and relaxes your nervous system to help the process go more smoothly.”

“How do you give me the virus then?”

Luke smiled. “Well, I could inject you with my blood. But that’s no fun. It can also be sexually transmitted.”

Alex blushed and adjusted the growing bulge I his jeans. “Oh, yes, I would much prefer that.”

Luke’s eyes crinkled approvingly. He nodded his head towards the opposite door. “Excellent. Let me transform further and then we’ll go to a more comfortable environment...”

Luke stepped back and spread his arms and closed his eyes in concentration. His body didn’t shrink any further but the muscles bulged plumper on his arms and chest. Large, dark brown feathers pressed out from his arms but not from his wingtips. Instead of long flight feathers, he had shorter, broad wing feathers hanging from the back side of his shoulders and upper arms. They had overlapping rows of short coverts too to complete the blending of arms and stunted wings, obviously incapable of flight.

The exposed skin of his hands started at the wrists and became yellow and lightly scaled. His fingers separated again but only into 2 fingers and a thumb on each hand. Tail feathers pressed out from his plump tail nub. They were huge, white feathers, exactly similar to the one that Alex had seen on the dash of the truck. His toes lengthened into plump yellow digits with scales like an eagle. Short black nails erupted also—not long and sharp like eagle talons.

But the most dramatic change was the eruption of feathers all over his body. His naked form was ungainly. But as his plumage grew to its full proportions, it hid all of the grotesqueness with thick, luxurious plumage and he became a beautiful streamlined form. The feathers were particularly fluffy between his legs, under his tail, and under his arms.

As the feather growth slowed, Luke exhaled long and slow with his eyes still closed. He brought his hands together in front of him and breathed in and out in an exaggerated fashion once more, as though emerging from meditation.

Luke opened his eyes slowly and asked in a relaxed tone, “So, what do you think of my ‘anthro’ form?” He turned around slowly and shook his tail. His erect cock was still there, partially exposed through his undertail fluff.

Alex stared and said nothing while he admired his friend’s new form.

“Speechless, eh? Well, let’s go somewhere where you can admire it more closely...”

They walked down a short carpeted hallway to a closed door with an electronic lock. Luke punched in a code and said, “As you might imagine, we don’t want people accidentally stumbling into this.”

He opened the door and inside was a small room with no windows, a low bed centered along one wall, hardwood floor, and a thick, shaggy area rug. On the walls hung several pictures of people with birds or half-birds. The photos were not taken by professionals. Many were from within this same room. Smiles were universal. They were graduation photos!

While Alex admired the photos, Luke closed the door and gently came up behind Alex.

“Have you found me yet?”

“No! Is this where it happened for you too?”

“Indeed. Right over there. See?” Luke pointed to a photo in the corner. It was a bald eagle laying on its back on the bed, wings spread, an awkward stare in its eyes but its plumage was fluffed out as though it were content and relaxed. The feathers between its legs were dark and wet.

“That was the happiest day of my life!” Luke wiped a tear from his eagle eye. He pointed to another photo of an eagle flying. “And there’s my first flight. Right off the back porch here.” He rubbed Alex’s shoulders.

Alex reached up and caressed the warm fingers. “Will I do that too? Today?”

Luke was grinning from ear to ear. “You bet. How fast can you undress?”

Alex lifted his t-shirt off and unbuttoned his pants. They fell down around his ankles. 

Luke pressed his warm, soft body up against Alex’s back and hugged him around the middle. Alex could feel Luke’s wet member touching the back of his thighs. His breath shuddered and his own erect cock moistened. He reached down and thumbed off his underwear, letting it fall around his ankles. Then he grasped Luke’s hands and pulled them tighter around his middle and turned his head to kiss the big yellow beak that rested on his shoulder.

Alex’s voice was hushed and shaky. He was taking an unimaginably big step that would clearly change his life.

Luke rubbed his beak on Alex’s hand. “You can do this. I know it’s scary. Like jumping from an airplane the first time maybe. But I assure you, no one has ever regretted this. But it’s only pleasant if you want it. So, are you sure?”

Alex nodded. “I’m ready. I want this more than anything.”

Luke churred deep in his chest. He rubbed his smooth, hot beak against Alex’s face and lips as his hands slid down to Alex’s thighs and groin. “Spread your hands up on the wall and lean forward a little.”

As Alex complied Luke grunted and his tail flexed downward. His avian member projected forward further between his thighs and jerked, drooling with clear mucus. He slathered the generous moisture down its glistening length and let out a soft trill. He moved forward then and rubbed the tip of his cock up between Alex’s ass cheeks. When it touched his throbbing anus, Alex moaned and dropped his head. His cock pulsed and dripped.

“Good bird, Alex, good bird. Now press out some while I enter.”

Luke felt Alex’s anus relax so he grasped Alex’s hips and pressed forward. The taper in his shaft was perfect for entry and gradual dilation of its recipient. It was a smooth insertion. Alex moaned and his knees bent slightly as he sagged against the hot entry. Luke pulled his hips downward and his bird dick pressed all the way in.

Alex moaned higher and his cock throbbed. He grunted and winked his anus. The pleasure made him curl his fingers on the wall. “Damn! This is hot!” He pressed his ass back against Luke’s fluffy crotch and the soft contact of feathers heightened his euphoria. Then Luke gripped tighter on his sides and twitched his cock deep inside Alex’s belly. He felt the throbbing against his prostate and jolted with pleasure.

Luke sensed that Alex was on a hair trigger, ready to blow, so he pulled his dick out slowly, letting its weight rub against Alex’s taut prostate. Then he pressed it back in again, feeling the virile young man’s anus pulse as he approached orgasm. Luke pressed his beak to Alex’s head and licked his right ear. He winked his cloaca and the cock throbbed tighter in Alex’s supple hole.

“Ah! Unnhhh!” Alex’s knees sagged and his cock spurted a gush of semen that hit the wall and ran down to the floor. He bucked and ejaculated again and once more. His cock dripped a long thin strand of cum as Alex moaned with his lips tight around his teeth. He exhaled sharply and breathed heavy. His face was flush and relaxed as he emerged from the sudden, powerful orgasm.

“Good bird! Good bird!” Luke chittered excitedly and pulled out slightly then slammed back in with a feral grunt. His feathers erected enormously, much like a mating male eagle, and ruffled around Alex’s body. He pulled back and thrust again. Avian mucus and pre drooled down from the bend in his cock, and moistened Alex’s thighs. The thrusts produced a thin white foam and there were sticky sounds that mingled with the ruffling noises of feathers. Each time he thrust, Alex’s semi-erect cock bounced and drooled more semen.

Alex moaned and stiffened his body, focusing on the deep, slick penetration of Luke’s avian member. He imagined it already leaking avian essence into his body. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to be filled with hot bird jizz. He bounced in time with the thrusts, helping Luke reach deeper and deeper. He groaned out, “Yeah... yeah... give it to me. I want it. I want it. Alles! Alles! Gib mir alles, großer Vogel...”

Luke lifted his head and his voice changed. Instead of moaning like a human, he chirped out at the ceiling. It was a series of eagle cries that increased in pitch and desperation. Any aficionado of bald eagles that watches their nesting behavior would recognize it from far away. It was the copulatory cry of the tiercel. As the calls shortened, so did the withdraw phase of his thrusts. At last the calls melded into a long chirp that tensed into a grunt as his body went firm and his tail fanned.

Alex pressed his ass back against Luke’s rock-hard groin and felt the avian dick throb against his prostate. Luke gripped his sides tightly and thrust his beak forward against Alex’s nape. He let out a tight wheeze as though straining to push something from his body. It was the tension of orgasm and Alex felt a gush of hot fluid deep in his belly. Then another gush and another. Each time Luke’s cock would pulse in unison with the delivery.

Slowly Luke exhaled a hot, salty breath against the back of Alex’s neck and Alex felt the cock relax. As it did so, it felt like the precious bird cum might leak out around it so Alex tightened his anus. He reached down and pulled Luke’s trembling hands tighter around his middle. He didn’t want the moment to end. He wanted to keep the hot bird cock in there as long as possible.

Luke rubbed Alex’s belly with one hand and licked his own beak. “Mmmmm... You are outstanding.”

Alex panted and smiled. He let out a satisfied groan.

Luke panted out, “Keep your eyes closed and concentrate. Tell me what you feel.”

Alex felt a stir deep down in his butt. Since his sexual organs were most recently stimulated, the feeling began around his anus and genitals. He wrinkled one brow in thought. “I feel... like my balls are lifting up into me. Nnnf... and my butt feels strange. It doesn’t hurt. In fact, it feels quite nice.”

“Good, good. Don’t be frightened if things feel weird. It’s a big change. But no one has ever died from this. It’s pretty unsettling the first time though. You’ve been on roller coasters, right?”

Alex nodded.

Luke pressed his warm beak to Alex’s right ear and whispered low to make Alex concentrate on his voice. “Well, this is more like having the roller coaster rolling around inside of you. But I’m here. I’ll stay engaged in you. Just listen to my voice if you get scared and I’ll talk you through. First thing is to concentrate on the species you want to be. You like white-tailed sea eagles you said. So focus on that. And breathe nice and steady, in and out, in and out...”

Alex found the hot breath on his ear and the warm feathers on his neck comforting. He could still feel Luke’s partially erect cock in his ass and his wing arms around his middle. Then he felt a sweat break out all over his body and intense goose bumps.

“Ahh! I’m feeling tingly. Prickly! My skin is crawling!” He breathed faster and opened his eyes. His skin was dimpling up all over his arms and feathers were emerging. “It’s happening! It’s really happening!”

Luke hugged him closer, “Breathe steady. Focus! Close your eyes and focus. Imagine being a white-tailed sea eagle!” Luke let out a shrill cry, similar to a white-tailed sea eagle. “See yourself floating over the sea on your own wings!”

Alex took exaggerated breaths, shaking with excitement. His arms and face were hot and he felt tingling pressure above his buttocks.

Luke continued to whisper to Alex, “You’re a white-tailed sea eagle... a handsome eagle soaring over the ocean.”

Alex felt his heart pounding faster than he’d ever experienced. His guts squirmed and his sense of up and down swirled in his mind. His vision, though his eyes were closed, exploded in bright starbursts of colors he’d never seen before. With all the mental chaos and churning of his innards, he suddenly lurched and projected a stream of fishy vomit against the wall. He coughed and fell to his knees, lurching with a second ejection of vomit. Luke stayed with him and spoke to him more loudly to be heard through the pounding in his head.

Alex moaned, “You didn’t mention this!”

“I know it’s crazy, but stay focused! You’re doing fine! This is all normal! You should feel better now.”

Alex was dizzy and had to be supported by Luke to keep from toppling over. But his stomach settled down once it was empty. “I do... feel better. Oooohhh... it feels like...” He coughed and swallowed, trying to clear the odd tingling in his throat. “My throat!—“ His voice cracked into a high pitch. His voice became raspy and whispy and he found it difficult to speak. “I feeehhhl my chehhhst tihhhngling...”

Luke spoke calmly, “Welcome to airsacs. And a syrinx. You won’t need that old voice box anymore. You won’t be able to speak in a moment. It’s all ok though. I know what you’re going through.”

Alex’s arms grew heavy and his hands felt stiff. There was painful tension building in his elbows and wrists as his sinews tightened. He found it more comfortable to pull them in close to his body, raising his wrists up close to his shoulders as though imitating a chicken. As he did so the he felt his joints pop and the tension in his tendons lessened dramatically. He thought to himself: Of course! I’m an eagle! I sit with my wings folded now.

Alex’s thighs burned hot as they shortened and shrank. He opened his eyes and looked down at his legs. They were covered in half-grown brown feathers but he couldn’t see his feet. His ankles cramped with tension, his tendons feeling like taught rubberbands about to snap.

Luke shook his shoulders. “Close your eyes! You’ll be able to watch in the future. I want you to feel your way through it this time so you can learn control!”

Alex cried out in pained chirps. His ankles felt like they would snap. His breathing spasmed and he tried to rise, which only increased the pain and made him cry out again.

“Easy, let me help you!” Luke reached down and pulled Alex’s feet behind his buttocks, allow his toes to shift and lengthen more easily. There was a deep boney Plunk! as he repositioned each one.

Immediately Alex sighed relief. He thought to himself: I see! I have to use the tightness as a guide to assume my natural posture!

Luke seemed to read his mind. “Good, good. Just go with the flow. Your back should be really tight now, especially your lower back. Just go with it and lean forward like you’re nesting now.”

Alex eased forward, relieving the tension in his spine. He could feel it becoming rigid as interlocking struts of bone bridged between the vertebrae and formed a new support system suited for flight. The one area that didn’t seem to feel tight was his neck. It was hot but not stiff. In fact it became more and more relaxed as his neck vertebrae loosened and divided. Each one split to make fourteen total out of his original seven. And the base of his skull where it met his neck became light and nimble as the two condyles of his former neck joint melted together to form one ball-and-socket articulation.

The explosive hallucinations in Alex’s vision settled down but his head twitched rhythmically back and forth from disorientation. His limbs twitched and his tail fanned and bobbed. Muscle fasciculation rippled up and down his skin, causing his grown feathers to erect and vibrate. Even his beak and his cloaca twitched and he chirped erratically. He was only distantly aware of his tremoring similar to a person slipping into a seizure. When he realized he was not in control he pushed out a terrified screech.

“Easy! Easy! Easy!” Luke clutched the back of Alex’s head and massaged his neck under the mottled brown and white plumage. “This is the weirdest part. Your brain is changing shape and your cerebellum is rewiring for flight. It’s a wild ass ride the first time but it gets easier.”

Alex felt like he was teetering on the edge of a cliff. To catch his balance, he clumsily rowed his wings and felt the air stir around him. Suddenly it all snapped into perfect synchrony. All at once his toes spread out under his folded legs, four now instead of five, his tail bobbed downward, his wings lifted to his sides, his neck bent into an s under his plumage, and his head snapped to level as though it were gimbaled. His senses raced with sensations but his thoughts caught up with them and fell into sync, like a car racing onto a busy autobahn until it blends harmoniously with the speeding traffic.

All this time, Luke kept his cock engaged in Alex’s rear. He felt the heat and internal contractions as the transformation wracked Alex’s innards and pelvic structure. He felt Alex’s balls withdraw and move up into his body. He also felt his cock move back and involute into his new cloaca. This part always turned Luke on and his phallus was fully erect again deep in Alex’s backside. Luke had shrunk down a little more to keep pace with Alex and not make his copulation with him uncomfortable or harmful.

Luke uttered hoarsely, “That’s the worst... of it, Alex...” He chirped and with effort choked out, “I won’t be able to speak now but we’ll have some more fun without words... You can open your eyes now.”

Alex opened his eyes and blinked. The world was in crisp detail. The 60Hz overhead lighting seemed to flicker, such was the speed at which his new brain and eyes could process pulses of light. His field of view was enormous too. He swiveled his head one way and then the other, able to see Luke and the streaks of his own puke on the wall all in one wide picture.

Luke lifted his beak and closed his eyes. He flexed his cock deep inside Alex’s tight cloaca and grunted. Luke’s wings sprouted long feathers from all along their length, not just the upper portion as before. They shot out so fast that they made a sound like fluttering paper. He spread his wings and fanned the air. He was a fully formed bald eagle now.

Alex felt his friend’s phallus shrink and slide out. The pleasure of the slimy withdraw made him chirp and press outward with it. As he pressed his cloaca back though, he found a new pleasure. It was the feel of hot cloaca on cloaca, their softly winking lips sucking and smearing against each other. It was the best kiss he’d ever experienced. He closed his eyes and focused on the erotic pleasure of Luke’s wings on his sides and his hot membranes stroking and smooching against his friend’s everted sexual opening. He felt a tingle rise up his neck and cause his head feathers to flare up.

Alex let out a plaintive eagle moan and laid his breast down on the floor, tail up. He wanted more sex and this time as a proper bird.

Luke chittered the lusty copulatory chirps of a feral eagle. He pulled his cloaca away from Alex’s for a moment and let him feel the air on his wet membranes. Alex’s tail bobbed and his loose lips kissed the air. Alex felt mucus dribbled down from his lower vent lip and he clenched his cloaca to keep it in, then unpuckered and felt the cool air re-enter. He huffed and caused it to evert, then winked again, the lips contracting around his everted membranes and ejaculatory openings. His head feathers flared again and he uttered a chirpy moan. Another drool of clear mucus issued from his pink, puffy orifice and the process repeated.

Luke chortled his approval and pushed his hot beak up against the winking opening. He licked tenderly around the lips, lingering at the corners and just below the lower lip. Alex squirmed and pressed his cloaca out again, so forcefully that he spurt clear pre into Luke’s mouth. Luke blew a puff of moist breath against the wet, velvety pink-red membranes and the orifice contracted while Alex moaned high. He pressed out again and this time his ejaculatory ducts stood out as two tiny nipples on a soft, pale mound of tissue bulging on the surface of his cloacal membranes.

Alex cried louder and thumped his tarsi, apparently close to climax already. His tail fanned and Luke gave the finishing touch. He rubbed his rump with a wing and gave the mound of genital tissue a firm, hot lick. Alex grunted. His tail fanned and flexed downward as his vent widened and his ejaculatory ducts spurted with white semen. He kicked and grunted again, going with the flow and pushing his tail down on Luke’s beak. Another jet of semen pulsed out and moistened Luke’s tongue. His tail pulsed and he spurted once more, the salty seed dangling down from Luke’s beak to patter on the floor below.

As Alex relaxed from the orgasm, he inhaled sharply and laid his head down on the cool floor. He panted so hard that each breath produced a grunt from his syrinx, deep in his chest, just as exhausted eagles tend to do.

Luke licked Alex’s vent and preened his belly feathers, following his sinking butt as Alex slumped and grew sleepy. He had had an exhausting episode and it would take him a while to recover. But he could hardly wait to see what would come next.

To be continued...