"Tailfeather" - Peacock Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Peacock Transformation Story | Nudity | Mild Humiliation

Oscar headed towards the exit of the zoo. He already visited most enclosures and since he was there alone it didn’t even take him that much time. “Eh… It’s not as great alone as it was with my ex, even despite her flaws. Oh well… - Oscar gathered his thoughts out loud as he observed his surroundings and few minor enclosures. He suddenly noticed something on the ground - A tail feather. And it wasn’t hard to tell what bird it was from. “They must let the peacocks roam free around here. They’re probably on the tall trees above me, observing…” - Oscar thought to himself. As if to reassure him the peacocks above made a few iconic meow-calls.

Oscar chuckled and looked above. He noticed a few contours of the birds, but didn’t see them well from his perspective. He shrugged and was about to leave when he felt weird goosebumps rise practically all over his body. He gasped and immediately pulled his hoodie sleeve up. At that moment he saw the most prominent goosebumps in his life. It felt bizarre and raised many questions about what caused them. And since when did goosebumps itch – Oscar questioned himself as he touched the bumpy skin. That’s when he felt something else – Sharp tiny spikes piercing his skin. “Ow! Ugh, I feel them all over… I-“ – He stopped as he realised that the almost transparent spikes continued to grow longer and form familiar shapes. Especially as the spikes seemed to grow tiny colourful hair. Oscar was in trance watching the protrusions grow out of his skin until they resembled… “Feathers… I- I’m g-growing feathers, oh God…! Gotta hide. Nobody can’t see me like this!” – He tried to think rationally, but what would anyone do in a situation like this. More changes started working on his body and made it more difficult to move when everything hurt. Nonetheless Oscar managed to get off the route and hide behind tall bushes.

The feathers kept growing longer and infecting his entire body wanting to consume it whole. Oscar started trembling as he understood he was changing into a bird somehow. His bones ached and felt like they were growing lighter and thinner inside his body. His clothes were getting strained with his growing feathers which hurt in some spots. Oscar shook his head in disbelief and helplessness, but decided that he should undress. He frantically threw his hoodie off him, undone his shoes and more intense changes started judging by the sensations. “Nonono… This can’t be… Not my h-hands…!” - Oscar complained as he realise that his fingernails were missing, his fingers felt stiff and practically melted down in his sight, slowly fusing together. Since he still had them he managed to get his pants off him and that was about it, his morphing hands disallowed him to do anything more. Oscar gulped and stared as his finger bones cracked a few times and merged together forming an extremity similar to chicken’s bare wing. Except Oscar’s deformed hands started to grow feathers which made them look like actual wings of a living bird.

“Aaaagh, shit…!” – He screamed out unable to hold the pain in as his arms started thinning down and bending into new arrangement violently. He was forced to tuck his wing-like arms closer towards his mostly unchanged torso. Oscar panted and realised another major change as he looked around him. The bushes around him seemed to grow taller and his remaining clothes were baggy on him – To his horror he realised he was shrinking.

Oscar had second thoughts about possibly calling help, but as he groaned in pain he realised that even his voice was shifting and becoming more distorted. His eyes widened as he felt his neck start to pop and grow longer, forcing his head further away from his torso. He was left speechless, lost in the continuing changes and afraid of his avian voice. His neck thinned down in comparison to what it used to be and started growing miniscule, blue feathers. Oscar would have normally admired them if they weren’t his own.

Oscar panted, but even that was becoming fatiguing as his respiratory track changed into a more avian alignment. Oscar felt a headache hit not only his cranium, but entire head. He tried to clutch it, but instead flapped his almost fully formed wings in panic instead. His head crunched and was squeezed into a smaller shape. As it shrank it also changed shape. His forehead disappeared as his head sloped down into a rounder shape. Beautiful, tiny blue and green feathers started sprouting from the man’s changing head. His ears shrank into nothing, leaving only holes hidden beneath the feathers for Oscar to be able to hear. His eyes became wilder in appearance and changed colour to dark brown as they started migrating towards the sides of his head.

Oscar kept readjusting his stance as his legs started cracking, his torso contorting and tilting to fit his altering limbs. He was forced to hunch over. His frantic thrashing and shrinking silhouette finally made his shirt fall off him, exposing his dark blue chest feathers. His human nipples gone at this point as he ceased to be a mammal. Oscar swayed his long neck in discomfort as his ribcage cracked and morphed into a rounder shape. He realised he wasn’t able to straighten, his torso was forced to be almost horizontally aligned. He was able to only guess as much like a bird he looked already.

His torso continued to contort violently and shorten in size. His hips and pelvis bent and shrank to accommodate his hunched over stance. The most bizarre changes happened to his aching spine. It popped and grew longer, but only at its lower region. In fact it started to stretch Oscar’s rear flesh. He meowled in panic as he realised that he was growing a bird’s tail. His buttocks started reshaping into a more aerodynamical shape, the crevice disappeared completely as his spine pushed further and reformed his rear into a pointy tail bump with small feathers already forming on it.

The newfound flexibility of Oscar’s neck allowed him to turn his morphing head backwards and watch as his avian tail started growing the iconic tail feathers of a peacock. It reassured him that he was becoming a peacock just like those which observed him earlier from the above. The feathers that grew from his changed rump were way longer than all the others on his body. He watched his fan-like feathery tail unfurl. It grew to its final lengths giving him a sort of feathery cape he would have to drag behind him from now on, or display like a male peacock he was obviously becoming at this point. Oscar twitched his new tail unused to it and realised that the tail feathers lifted up slightly. They were beautiful, but they didn’t recompensate him the humanity he was losing.

His legs thinned down so much that his underwear fallen off him effortlessly exposing his groin. “Gh-Ryaaooow…!” – Oscar screeched in peacock manner terrified of the further changes. The sound he made reminded him what species he was becoming. He craned his neck down and watched his legs reform. He was already forced to stand on his slimming down toes, his ankles travelled higher up and his lower legs reconfigured drastically to become avian. Most noticeably though his legs weren’t entirely covered in feathers, not completely anyway. His bird ankles were the borders where his short white feathers ended and his grey, scaly lower legs began.

His entire legs were practically birdlike by now, even his human feet were gone, but still morphing into their final shape. What used to be his human toes grew longer and his toenails erupted into sharp talons that pierced his socks, the last clothing remainders of his humanity. With their altered anatomy and bone alignment Oscar was able to flex his slender digits and get off his ruined socks. He watched as his digits changed positions. Three were splayed out in front and two migrated backwards where they shrank a bit.

Oscar shrank down to his final size and looked around at everything towering above him, though he wasn’t as small as he was worried he’d become. He was still pretty big for a bird. His arms were fully remolded into fully functional wings as of now. Oscar moved around and flexed his altered limbs in disbelief at how much they changed. He knew his changes weren’t done though. A churning appeared somewhere where his groin used to be. A sudden heat appeared and Oscar heard an audible schlurp and two wet plops which made him nauseous. He craned his neck down and managed to witness as his scrotum got pulled taut against his body and his cock shrank down into nothing leaving only a hole between his feathers. It and his butthole started throbbing and Oscar got reminded of a rather unique anatomy part of the birds. He sighed and felt as his two openings started pulling closer towards each other. To his surprise the sensations were weirdly pleasurable. The holes changed textures and as they touched each other they started to fuse into one opening. Oscar stumbled on his bird legs as his cloaca finished forming and becoming an almost horizontal slit underneath his stubby tail, hidden beneath the feathers thankfully until it would be needed.

Subtle snaps appeared in different parts of Oscar’s body as it finished gaining its final shape and size, but there was his head which wasn’t fully transformed yet. A tension appeared inside of his mouth and he closed his eyes. His tongue became tapered and thin inside his mouth, but it also started to lengthen a bit. His teeth fused together and started growing out forcing Oscar to open his maw. He felt what remained of his face shift drastically as his teeth became a beak that started to push out of his mouth and lengthen. “Yhraaaw-Aoooow…!” – Oscar meowled in pain as his sharp beak stretched his thinning lips painfully. The remnants of his human nose were squeezed tight against his growing beak, until only two nostrils were left of his nose. A few decently long feathers grew out from the top of Oscar’s head and formed a sort of thin, feathery crown. With the last tug at his beak it extended into its final shape and ended the unpleasant transformation.

Oscar panted exhausted for a while, unable to budge one bit. As he calmed down he looked cross eyed as much as it was possible with the new alignment of his eyes at his grey beak. It was all so surreal. All of his movements were so different and yet strangely natural. His human consciousness was unused to this body, but this body was designed to work properly nonetheless. Oscar made a few wobbly steps and twitched his head in an avian manner with every step, his very long feathery cape as expected was dragged behind him. Still his peacock tail wasn’t as heavy as Oscar thought it would be. He flapped his wings shyly at first and then more vigorously. To his shock he lifted himself off the ground a metre and glided down almost instinctively. He realised that despite shrinking, his entire skeleton changed structure and became lighter – Which allowed him to fly.

As he tested his new body he failed to notice a zoo worker coming in his direction. The zookeeper must have heard the rustling in the bushes, not to mention the cries of a panicked peacock Oscar became. Oscar jumped back as a woman suddenly cast her shadow onto him. Before he was able to run away the woman grabbed him with expertise and lifted off the ground carefully. She examined his body a bit and made a puzzled expression. “Hm… How did you get here, you’re not from our zoo… You don’t even have a tag on your leg, bizarre.” – The woman zookeeper said and carefully placed Oscar on the ground. “You think that’s bizarre…?! I’ve been changed into an animal, help!” – Oscar screeched and meowled distressed, jumping around in front of the zookeeper. “You’re not really misbehaving. You wouldn’t run off into the city, would you…?” – The woman asked Oscar looking him straight in the eyes. Oscar sighed and realised that his best option would be to stay under the care of the zookeeper for now. Where else would he go in his current form. “Maybe we can leave you here with the other peacocks until we’ll find out how did you get here… Wait. What are- Are those clothes?!” – The zookeeper noticed Oscar’s clothing in the bushes next to them and started trembling. Of course she didn’t even connect the two – The last thing she would expect was that somebody got turned into an animal in there. After the initial shock she tried to rationalise what happened and presumed that some exhibitionist left the clothes there. Or maybe some couple…? She shrugged and gathered up the clothes, then came back to Oscar who walked around in circle and pondered about his fate. “So… Will you comply avian friend…?”