"A Cursed Barn" - Owl Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Female Barn Owl Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV | Painful

Chris was lost, very lost. He didn’t imagine his trip to Europe to be such a fiasco. Worst of all he had no phone signal to use a digital map and get out of the wilderness. Therefore he wandered aimlessly through the unending woods hoping to find a way out sometime soon.

A few more hours passed and he was immensely tired of supposedly walking around in circles. His legs ached and he decided to rest for a while right where he stopped walking – The spot seemed as good as any. At a tree with a large hollow in it that would protect him from the possible rain at least. He sighed and quickly fallen asleep in the hollow.

He was awakened by loud noises and the second he opened his eyes he noticed a wrinkled feminine face staring at him. He gasped and hit his head against the tree he slept in. The woman dressed up in rags standing in front of him laughed at the unfortunate man. Chris quickly realised that it was just an old, harmless woman and she did look like she lived nearby. Maybe she could help him get out of those twisted woods.

Chris got out of the hollow and started politely questioning the woman about a way out of these woods. For a moment it seemed like she was paying close attention to the man’s words, but then she had burst in laughter. Chris naturally found that frustrating – What was so hard about helping a man lost in the woods? Maybe the woman was insane – He thought.

Chris didn’t get a single answer or a word of reply from the silly woman and so he quickly gathered up his things to try and find a way out by himself. “Oh screw you old hag. I only asked for a way out of this place. If that’s too much to ask of you then enjoy your loneliness again…” – Chris said as he waved a hand dismissively at the woman and just barged away.

Wandering through the forest again Chris felt bad for being unnecessarily rude to that woman. She did cackle at everything he said to her. Although maybe she didn’t know English, despite Chris talking to her slowly and calmly for her to understand every word. There was just something off about her overly positive behaviour… Something was wrong with her and it might have not been her mental condition even.

“Whatever… Too late for regrets now. Wait, is that a house…?” – Chris muttered to himself as he noticed a rustic, tall building of wood in the distance. Despite being really exhausted and running low on supplies Chris ran towards what he thought was a village and a way out of this green hell.

To his annoyment the place turned out to be a tiny forest clearing with a building in the middle. Although the building was a ruined old barn and not a house like Chris presumed previously. “Maybe I’ll find signal here at least…” – He mumbled to himself as he walked towards the building.

The barn had many holes in it, was discoloured and appeared to be built in some old local architectural style. It seemed like a remnant of an old colony that has abandoned the settlement and the only thing remaining was that barn. Chris didn’t care at this point, he stepped inside without thinking of the details much.

The second he stepped in his body started cramping. He felt goosebumps rise all over his body, although he blamed that on the chilly air. Some of the floor of the barn was covered in the remnants of the ceiling and other rotten planks which made creaking sounds as Chris stepped on them. Therefore he missed the subtle crunching that his bones produced as they started to hollow out and shrink.

Chris looked around, feeling slightly light-headed. He noticed weird symbols on the destroyed walls and started to get an eerie feeling about this barn. “Ugh, my head hurts… Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come here. Maybe it’s… The mould or something…” – He stammered as his body started to ache harder. Chris leaned against the wall and almost fallen over because of that. His hands felt odd.

He brought them closer to examine them and immediately realised what was wrong. Skill all over them was covered in unnatural goosebumps with tiny white spikes growing from them. His fingers were even worse. Chris felt painful pulling sensations in his fingers as they all bundled up together and started fusing. “Oh shit! M-My hands! I can’t feel my f-fingers…! Gone!” – Chris cried out in dread as his digits all merged together to form simpler structures.

Chris started rapidly thinking about his options – Something terribly wrong was happening to his body. And now all of the weird symbols on the wooden walls started to light up. Chris flailed his morphing arms from the unfamiliarity to them as their entire bone structure altered. His arms were instinctively getting tucked towards his torso as they started to resemble avian wings more and more.

It was nearly impossible to focus, so many changes invaded the unfortunate man all at once. He felt like the bones in his entire body became much lighter and started realigning into a different setup than a human one. Chris was forced to bend over slightly as his spine started arching. He was only able to grunt and stagger around confused as his body started contorting and shrinking in addition to the drastic changes it underwent. It was a sensation out of this world to see everything around him get bigger as he kept shrinking.

“I’m so done… Aghrn! Shit, I’m getting even smaller…!” – He realised as his loose clothes started to slide off his increasingly inhuman frame. His jacket fallen off first revealing his disfigured body and bumpy skin. Shortly after his shirt followed revealing more of his shifting body. Chris’ heartbeat quickened as he stared down at himself. His nipples were just gone, as if he never was a mammal. The tiny spikes that grew from his skin started developing further and unfurling into tiny feathers – Predominantly white ones, but there were a lot of beige, rusty and grey ones too on his back.

With those realisations Chris understood his dire situation – He was becoming some kind of bird. “Nononono… Oh God… I should’ve called h-help while I still had haaaaghnds…!” – He groaned with higher and distorting voice as he felt his neck slowly start to alter. His voice sounded like a mixture of human speech and a bird’s screech. Chris was already half of his initial size and still shrinking.

His legs started aching more intensively along with his hips and pelvis. He felt himself get locked in that slightly leaned over position as his torso narrowed and his pelvis tilted forwards. His spine was shortening, his torso was compressing on itself as he gained a more bird-like shape. Meanwhile his legs were getting pulled higher as they slimmed out. His pants and underwear fallen off him and as he made several wobbly steps forward his shoes and socks easily slid off his shrunken and morphing feet.

Only then he realised that he stood on his tiptoes for some time now. His toes started to elongate into avian counterparts. Partially as two of his toes, one from each foot started to melt down into nothing leaving him with only four. He felt his stretching toes start to spread to support his weight better, but again two of his shifting toes, one from each foot started to change more and rotate all the way to the back of his tiptoe leaving his feet decisively avian.

His toenails have started altering to fit his new extremities. Chris frantically clacked his new feet against the wood as he felt his toenails start to erupt into wicked, sharp talons. The lower parts of his remolded legs started to grow rusty feathery fluff all over. While his feet started growing tiny yellowish scales as a sort of protection from rough terrain.

Standing on his changed legs felt alien to his human mind, but his body guided him how to balance his weigh properly nonetheless. The feathers all over Chris’ body continuously elongated and grew into their final forms which thankfully started to cover up his drastically altered body. His spine started to throb at his tailbone as it started growing longer and stretching his butt flesh into a conical shape. New muscles developed and Chris realised in shock that he was able to steer his “tail”. Tail feathers grew from the stubby appendage and Chris started to feeling something strange happening underneath his tail.

He felt his anus start to throb and his intestines shift in his lower body making him squirm and flap his increasingly feathered wings frantically. Worse feelings and an immense pressure hit his genitalia, which were still there albeit shrunk like the rest of his body. With the newfound flexibility in his neck Chris was able to lean over more and stare as his cock and balls started to shrink.

Meanwhile his head underwent its own painful changes. The skull started collapsing on itself and that made his head lose any resemblance to its human past. Chris’ hair has fallen out and got replaced by short feathers. His ears have dwindled in size, until they disappeared completely leaving only earholes in his shrinking head. Though the most outlandish changes befallen his face.

Chris tried to distract himself by watching his genitalia invert, but it was impossible as all of his face throbbed violently as it malformed. His eyes started growing bigger, actually too big for him to move them like he used to – Now he was forced to move his neck adequately to view more. His human nose started dissolving and so did the teeth in his mouth. His jaws and mouth contracted as they shrank and became smaller and yet a pressure risen in them which forced his mouth to push out into a yellow-white beak. His nostrils got pulled onto the base of it as it solidified with keratin and bones. What used to be his face was now a visage of a common barn owl covered in short, white feathers.

Chris shrank to his final size, now almost entirely being a bird there was still several adjustments to be made. He screeched from pleasure as his shrinking cock went erect by the stimulation the changes provided. His scrotum emptied as his testicles were hauled deeper into his body where they slowly turned into ovaries. His cock followed soon after as it was slurped into his body, leaving only a genital slit in its place.

Chris didn’t even dare to think about changing gender while changing species, but it seemed to be the case as he felt everything inside morph. Unnatural feelings filled his lower body as his reproductive system reformed intensively. Next he felt his genital slit start to throb which forced wetness to drip from it and make him hiss in pleasure more. He felt his pleasure slit drift towards his anus and he realised what that meant.

His anus opened up and twitched as everything inside was dragged deeper. As his genital slit hit his anus everything in it too was forced to move deeper into his body. He was left with one throbbing hole as the two merged - A cloaca with a dual purpose pulsating in need. Feathers around it were parted as Chris’ new anatomy was tricked into thinking he was about to be humped by a male owl. Wings spread and balancing his weight, fat tail raised high in the air with twitching cloaca in the view for anybody who’d come into the barn the new barn owl tried to regain composure and calm down from the intensive sensations in her groin.

Chris shivered, but slowly managed to calm down and straighten up relatively for his new body posture. He saw all too well what he became and even had a dreadful suspicion that the witch from before had something to do with it, but what did it matter at this point – Chris thought. He wasn’t able to communicate anymore and would be treated as an animal by any human he’d meet.

Chris jumped in place as he heard a fluttering sound behind him. Before he managed to turn around he was forced to bend down more by an owl slightly bigger than him. Chris’ tail raised high in the air again, the wet throbbing cloaca underneath it was an easy target for the male behind him. A sudden hit wrecked Chris’ avian cunt as the male’s opening got pressed against it. Throbbing and hot it leaked fluids into Chris’ feminity as the male fluttered more behind him and nibbed at Chris’ neck feathers. A gush of heat hit Chris as the male orgasmed. Chris did as well as he collapsed and barely caught himself with his wings. The male screeched and flew up onto a perch. As Chris’ orgasm slowly dissipated his cloaca closed and feathers enveloped it again to hide it until needed again. Chris slowly got up and flapped his wings almost lifting himself off the ground – He realised the male owl was staring at him from above. Without anyone else to help him Chris embraced the male owl’s passion and guidance into his new life...