"Shop Owl" - Barn Owl Transformation Story (Patreon)

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

Paul was a middle-aged man, but despite that he had an unique hobby – Collecting vintage plushies. He preferred hand-made ones over the massively produced ones. Every time he was in the city he was able to find a new one that he hasn’t seen before. This was one of those days.

As Paul passed his favourite store, he noticed that it apparently had something new to the sight in stock. It was enough for the curious man to enter the store and check out what’s precisely new.

He was greeted by the owner who he knew relatively well by now. The man explained to him that some shady person recently left an entire sack of old plushies and that Paul was free to check them all.

Paul eagerly opened the sack and saw many kinds of plushies inside. None had plastic on them, yet all looked like they were at least 70 years old in his head. One more characteristic of the items caught the man’s attention – They were all animal plushies without exceptions.

“They really are something special, aren’t they. The man who delivered them to me said that those even have some special properties, but he didn’t exactly seem right in the head if you know what I mean.” – The owner said to Paul, while gesticulating. Paul nodded and pulled one of the plushies.

The owner chuckled and headed towards the door to the main room of the store. “I’ll leave you to it Paul and wait for your decision about those…” – The owner said and left Paul alone.

Paul inspected the strange bird plush in his hands. It was somewhat crudely made and it was hard to tell what it was meant to be. It’s rusty feathers and big dark eyes started to reassure Paul that the plush was meant to be a barn owl.

Just then Paul felt it, a strange jolt of discomfort shot through his spine and made him arch his back and drop the toy. “Ow-ow! What the hell…?” – He groaned and reached his hand to feel his back. He jerked his hand away when he felt through the fabric of his shirt as his back altered into an alien shape. In fact his entire torso was slowly changing and it was becoming increasingly noticeable.

A bump was forming around the man’s tailbone as it started pushing out into an avian tail. The flesh was pulled further and new muscles developed around the bones to support them. Paul cringed when he realised that he was able to move his tail and quite well even.

Paul started hyperventilating as he realised an even more unsettling fact – The room around him was getting bigger and his clothes were getting increasing loose on his frame. “Ahhh! I’m shrinking, oh God…!” – He yelled out and covered his face mid-sentence not to alarm everyone in the store.

The man realised that his hands felt strangely stiff. He looked down at them and stared as his fingers started shortening and the bones in them dissolving into nothingness. The shape of his extremities was getting more bizarre and elongated, until his hands resembled the tips of featherless bird’s wings.

The bones in his arms started to crunch and shorten, but most of all thin down and hollow out becoming lighter. Slowly the entirety of Paul’s skeleton was hallowing out to make his shrinking body more light-weight.

“This can’t b-be happening… Is this really because of the plush?” – He muttered out, his voice was getting more distorted with each passing second. By now Paul’s body was becoming half of its previous size. His shirt started slipping off him and he wasn’t able to help it because his arms were getting instinctively tucked close to his sides like full-fledged wings.

With a gasp Paul looked down and saw that his chest was looking bizarre to say the least. It lacked nipples, it was protruding forwards a bit and it was rounder than before the transformation started. Paul’s entire torso was shortening so to say as the distance between his shoulders and hips was diminishing.

Paul grimaced feeling his neck bones start to twist and malform. He moved his head to the side and gasped when he realised how far he turned it. It was certainly an inhuman and very owl-like thing to do as he realised.

At this point it was becoming certain that Paul was becoming some sort of an owl. The man was only able to breathe heavily as he felt his human features disappear off his head one by one. His ears started to shrivel up and lose their shapes until they became absorbed by his flesh completely leaving simple earholes in the changes wake.

Paul felt strangely naked and not just because of lacking his upper clothing by now, he also lacked body hair where he previously had it. Now the hair on his scalp started to disappear too. It shortened and altered until it began changing into keratinous needles from which different sorts of buff hair sprouted. Paul managed to reach them with his right wing and that’s when he realised that he was developing feathers.

The feathers started spreading and gradually covering Paul’s entire body. The soft and short feathers on his face were white, like the majority of his underside. While the feathers on his backside were buff and grey in colours. Paul panted disoriented about all the changes hitting him at once.

He stumbled backwards clumsily on his shifting legs and that’s when the rest of his clothing abandoned him. His jeans slid off his stilt-like legs. His shoes easily left his shrinking feet as well. The man realised that the skin on his legs was slowly morphing into a scaly, yet subtle hide. White feathers sprouted from it all the way to the Paul’s feet.

His femurs were starting to shorten while his feet were beginning to elongate drastically and forcing him to stay on his tiptoes. Those were beginning to alter significantly as they were preparing to become strong talons. The toenails were starting to push out into sharp and curved spikes.

Paul stared down at his morphing feet and squawked in shock when his toes began to move further from each other. His toes elongated and became avian digits. Two toes, one on each foot however slowly shrank down until it completely disappeared into nothingness.

An unexpected sensation caught Paul off guard when his intestines started rearranging inside of his shrinking body. His digestive track, his respiratory system and many others were remoulding to become fit for a bird of prey.

Underneath his fatty avian tail his butthole began changing. It was becoming tighter and preparing to become an inner organ so to say. Meanwhile Paul’s shrank genitalia started diminishing in size further. “Whay-yheeek! Nhyeeek…!” – Paul screeched when he felt his testicles get hauled deeper inside, leaving only smooth and sensitive scrotal sack.

Paul danced around the room as he continued to shrink, until the sensations in his groin disallowed him to. Defeated he looked down just in time to see his shaft practically devolve in pure sight. Its human shapes disappeared first, the shaft lost definition along with the tip and the foreskin pulled back completely. The mushroom was turning into something resembling a clit and pulling closer towards Paul’s groin.

When it reached the end of the track Paul hissed in nauseating pleasure as his scrotum began to split open and form a bigger genital slit into which his avian tool was pulled. The genital slit was dripping with arousal, but it didn’t stop the changes.

The orifice began moving closer towards Paul’s anus. When the two inevitably met they started fusing together into one avian vent. The avian genitalia that Paul now sported got pulled in deeper, just like his anus. The outer hole changed in texture and the tight ring of flesh became a functional cloaca.

Paul panted harder than ever, now not just because of dread and exhaustion, but also because of slight lust-haze. He shook his head in an avian manner and sighed realising that the changes weren’t done however.

His skull started shrinking and flattening considerably. His face along with the bones underneath it began to push out, mainly the nasal area. A sharp bone began to push out, Paul’s nose was gradually getting absorbed by it. His two nostrils nestled on his forming beak.

Soon his mouth joined in as his teeth began fusing together. The bones and keratinous surface began to push out and join in with the rest of Paul’s forming, sharp and narrow beak. His eyes and skull around them started to ache when his visors began growing in their sockets. The blue eyes slowly became muted, until they became completely dark to plain sight.

Paul’s body was now decisively more avian than human. Its entire shape was covered by feathers of all sorts and lengths. The only difference from an actual barn owl was Paul’s size, but that continued to change rapidly. Paul turned his head to the sides and even backwards by an accident as the room around him continued to grow.

The heap of clothes was bizarrely big to him now, the table was way taller than him, not to mention the shelves. Slowly the throbbing of his entire body disappeared as Paul reached his final size of a common barn owl. Paul flapped his wings and to his shock he managed to fly for a while, but he had a lot of practicing to do, because of his unfamiliarity with the new body mainly.

Suddenly Paul heard some noise coming from the main room. The bird-turned man froze in fear. “Paul, what the hell are those noises. Are you alright…?!” – The shop owner called out.

Paul looked around rapidly to search for some way out of this situation. There was none and to prove it the shop owner rushed into the room Paul was in. “Where are- What on Earth is an owl doing here…?” – The shop owner questioned the strangely docile animal.

Paul flapped his wings and jumped a few times, then made a few iconic hoots. The shop owner squinted his eyes and started backing away from the bird. Paul wanted to facepalm at that but instead he twisted his right wing strangely.

The shop owner glanced at the heap of clothes and owl plush nearby. “No. It can’t be you Paul, can it? You know what, before I’ll call animal control. Hoot two times if you are actually Paul.” – The shop owner said as he pointed at the barn owl in the middle of the room.

Paul was getting angry so he hissed at the man at first, but then did what the man asked him to do. He hooted twice and the shop owner’s eyes widened. He ran up to Paul and crouched down. As was expected, the owl wasn’t scared of him. Its mannerisms were almost human-like. “Its r-really you! How?! Don’t tell me the damn plush changed you? How is this even possible?!” – The shop owner questioned Paul.

Paul sort of shrugged with his wings and tried to squawk out some words, but naturally it didn’t work out. “I’ve never seen an owl from up close, woah… Can I feel your feathers?” – The shop owner asked with curiosity. Paul wanted to peck at the guy’s hands for that. Though at the same time he understood the man so after a while he nodded and agreed on that…