"Ravenous Experiment" - Raven Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Raven Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV

Peter recently signed up for a special medical project. He was ought to take several test pills for a week and bear the consequences. The scientists told him that the experiment wouldn’t be lethal, therefore he agreed. Especially since he needed the money direly.

The first day wasn’t overly interesting. Peter took the pills as he was ordered too and then he went on with his daily routine. He didn’t have to go to work, since the company he had contract in arranged everything beforehand.

The man realised something strange during the day. His clothes were looser than usual on him. It was either illusionary and caused by the pill mental effects or he actually lost some weight – He though to himself.

Even though it was only the first day of testing the meds, Peter already started to sense that something bizarre was happening to him. His height decreased by a few centimetres, his lower legs and feet appeared strangely dry and dark.

Peter also started having strange little urges. Every time a car passed behind the window he almost jumped in place warily, as if the car would be a danger to him. Similar situations happened when his telephone rang or when he played a game. He shuddered instinctively and occasionally moved his arms in an awkward manner.

The evening was the pinnacle of strangeness. Out of all the food Peter had, he chose to eat some raw fish. He felt like it lacked some taste value, he craved something bloodier and fresh. He shrugged at that and ignored the urges, later regretting it when his stomach kept growling and practically twisting.

Peter sighed, he agreed to all this weirdness. If he would have to endure some slight hallucinations or paranoia, he didn’t mind. Not when he’d get money that would suffice for the years to come.

Sensing big changes in his life in the upcoming days Peter prepared to go to sleep. Strangely his bones and muscles ached and throbbed, almost as if they were gradually remoulded into slimmer and smaller shapes. Peter forced himself to ignore the sensations and fell asleep after a long while.

The next day was even more bizarre than the first. Peter’s feet hurt, but the worst feelings kept invading his toes. With a wince the man took the duvet off his lower body and he froze in shock at what he saw.

His entire silhouette was devoid of hair, which fell off during the night. Instead of hair small, keratinous needles started growing out of Peter’s skin. His skin itself looked strange, it appeared as if he had permanent goosebumps from which more of the needles pushed out. Besides that his skin was darkening and not in the human meaning, it was becoming dark grey.

Peter shook his head in disbelief and arched his back to look down at his feet. His eyes widened further when he notice that his toes were elongated bizarrely, except for one on each foot. Those two were shrinking into nothingness. The toenails were blackening and elongating into curved claws or talons rather.

“I’m still dreaming, right? This can’t be real, no. It can’t be the pi-pills…” – He groaned to himself and as he examined himself further he found out about one more little detail. His nipples were gone, just like that. His chest was smooth, almost. Except for the tiny needles and bumps all over the skin.

Peter gulped and the situation was getting the better of him. He was actually getting scared of what was happening to him. It was all for real and he realised it with every little movement. His body was slowly morphing. “B-But it will have to go back to the former state, i-it has to…” – He mumbled to himself.

Then he got up from the bed. His legs were shaky and his limbs felt odd. Almost as if his bones were now thinner and hollowed out. It seemed to be the case, even the joints were bent in different angles now and Peter had trouble walking normally.

When Peter tried to brush his teeth, he realised something that actually frightened him more. His teeth were slowly sinking in their sockets. Even the gums were gradually receding and revealing bony tissue. “Whaht-the… Shih, shihth…! Thish ish so fuckhed up!” – He reacted and stared as his pearly teeth lost their colours and practically fused with his jaws.

Peter threw his toothbrush aside angered by how much his body was changing. “I didn’ht agree to thih goddhamit!” – He lisped lost in fear and anger. Then he got reminded of how his body hair disappeared over the night.

He started shivering and slowly looked up at his reflection in the mirror. Only now that he paid attention he realised that the hair on his scalp was falling out right now. Constantly, inevitably, one by one his hair detached from his darkening head.

Peter closed his eyes and started hyperventilating. He tried to detect more changes to his body. He came to realise that his ears felt different, they continued to throb gently. He opened his eyes and glanced at them. The realisation that they were shrivelling up and retracting into his head weren’t gentle at all. The lobes were losing all their shapes and the ears were slowly reduced to just holes on the sides of Peter’s head.

“Gahn, thatth doesh ith…!” – He yelled out terrified and backed away from the mirror. Peter reassured himself that there was only one thing to do now. He stumbled all the way back to his bedroom. His feet ached and elongated as he moved clumsily.

The mutating man grabbed his phone and was about to call the company to cancel his contract. His hand was barely able to grasp his smartphone, his fingernails were dissolving and leaving only morphing flesh in their wake. Peter’s hands were slowly elongating into strange shapes, gradually becoming similar to featherless wings of a chicken.

“Ohno yhou dhon’t…” – Peter muttered out and laid down the phone on the table next to him. Then he carefully used his contracting fingers to make a call and turn on the loudspeaker.

He waited for an answer and as he did, his everything started to hurt even more. His back was forced to arch into an inhuman curve. Peter’s body was now at best half of its initial size. The man’s shirt slipped off him, his jeans lowered on his rear.

Finally somebody answered the phone. “Yes Peter, how are you faring?” – A woman asked politely. “Whath?! I- I’m thurnigh in-intho-“ – Peter struggled to speak properly, his voice was gradually morphing into avian croaks. “Oh, I see what you mean. I can sense it in your tone and emotional intensity. Yes, as you have guessed you are becoming an animal. No need to worry though, as promised you will remain alive. After your transformation your reward will be delivered to your closest family member.” – The female scientist announced. Peter listened to her closely, while groaning from discomfort as his spine started pushing outwards.

“Tuhrn mhreeerh-backh! C-Chrancerl conhtraht!” - Peter croaked out a few incoherent words. Again the scientist seemed to know exactly what the changing man meant. “Oh? I can certainly cancel your contract. Nobody will get paid, but you won’t stop changing. It’s already too late. This is a one way trip I’m afraid…” – She said emotionlessly.

Peter had to reposition himself into a more avian stance. He was devastated by the inevitability of his fate. His tailbone started pushing out into a stubby nub of a tail. It was moveable, but its main purpose would be to help the soon-to-be bird fly.

Suddenly the man was caught off guard by a massive tension in his skull and face. “Gnah-whr- Hrnkkkraaaw! Hrawww-rkkkr…!” – He groaned and croaked in agony as his face began to push outwards, pushed by an almost conical protrusion that would be his developing beak. Skin peeled backwards and Peter’s nose was forced to flatten against the base of his developing beak, so only nostrils were left.

At this point Peter was more of a raven than a man. “I have shared all the information you need. Now please calm down and enjoy the rest of your tr-“ – The scientist kept speaking, until rage overtook Peter and he swinged his malforming arm at the phone, making it fall down onto the floor. The call ended and the phone was shattered.

It all didn’t matter, the changing man was enduring the worst nightmare of his life. He staggered about, his beak was continuing to remould his head into a more avian alignment. His eyes were slowly becoming beadier and they were forced to move to the sides of his shrinking head.

The bone and keratin that made his elongating beak started darkening until they became completely black. With each throbbing growth spurt Peter shuddered as his beak finally reached its final shape.

Peter panted and tried to regain composure, just to get hit with more uncomfortable sensations in his head. His skull was flattening, the cranium kept shrinking and forcing his brain to become smaller. Tiny needles all over Peter’s head and the rest of his body started growing black hair and turning into feathers of different sizes.

Peter’s legs were bending unnaturally. The feet were now elongated and tipped with avian talons. Unlike the majority of Peter’s body his avian feet were covered in dark scales instead of feathers.

The man flexed his tail and flailed his arms trying to keep balance, but it was increasingly more difficult with each passing second. His arms were already appearing more avian than human. Their bones were lighter, the joints bent differently and Peter was losing fingers as they morphed into simpler shapes that were the tips of his forming wings.

He flapped his wings as feathers enveloped them whole. To Peter’s shock his lightweight body remained in mid-air for a second. His mind was full of mixed, chaotic emotions. His body ached, he was scared. He was being reduced to a simple animal, he wanted to go back in time. Although he also had a tiny bit of hope in his bird brain that being a bird wouldn’t be all that bad.

“Craww-wwk…!” – Peter screeched in shock when his body started to contract further. He was already smaller than a chair, but he kept getting shorter and more appropriately sized for a raven. His feathers slowly gained their full length, his limbs reformed fully and his torso shortened and altered highly. Every single organ inside of it changed shape and size as they gradually turned avian.

That’s when Peter felt it. His manhood was starting to come to life. Peter would have blushed if he would still be able to, he knew what was coming. He spread his legs and raised his tail instinctively. Underneath it his anus was slowly shifting into an avian vent.

His genitalia were already shrank, their shapes were off too. His foreskin was almost completely gone and the shaft was now short and nub-like, still changing. Peter’s testicles unpleasantly moved deeper inside him leaving smoothening scrotal skin behind.

The nub of a shaft was slowly sinking into Peter’s changing groin. A hole was forming around it – His developing genital slit. Peter felt churning and croaked in forced bliss as his shifting cock spurted out his human seed.

The two orifices underneath Peter’s feathery tail started migrating closer to each other. All the organs behind them slowly reconfigured into a more compact setup. It felt like a bizarre massage as the two orifices began connecting in odd ways, merging. Peter almost fell over as his holes knitted together into one throbbing vent – His cloaca.

At last the changes were slowing down and ending one by one. Peter was still frozen in place with his leaking avian vent clearly excited. After a while Peter calmed down and shook himself, his feathers went erect all over his body for a mere second. The changes ended and Peter was left as a simple raven.

He was stuck in his own house, unable to even open the door. He was at the mercy of the people he so much trusted. He was shaken and confused. About his body, about why would anyone develop meds that turned people into animals. Still, Peter was thankful that his mind wasn’t gone.

Or so he thought, since after a while of standing idly he felt the familiar crave. He wanted to eat something, but not just anything, he’d prefer something raw…