"Mad Zoo: Bearded Vulture" - Vulture TF & TG Story (Patreon)

Man into Female Bearded Vulture Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV

“Excuse me sir! I’m sorry to bother you, but we’re in a dire situation.” – Some man called out to Greg out of nowhere. Greg was surprised, but he turned to face the nervous man. “Of course. What happened?” – Greg asked unsurely. “Thank God. We don’t have much time. Our prized bearded vulture has escaped – Please take this bait and help us find it.” – The zookeeper said and laid some raw meat to Greg.

Greg shrugged and decided to help the zoo, despite not knowing anything about the species he was looking for. “Alright. Where should I sear-“ – Greg tried to ask as he looked up, only to realise that the zoo worker was just gone. “Sir?! Ugh. I guess I’m on my own now.”- Greg muttered out slightly annoyed.

Nonetheless the man started searching for the bird right away. He wasn’t mad that he had to help and he was only annoyed at the worker for leaving him like that without any instructions on how to find and even worse how to capture the bird.

Greg walked for what felt like an hour at least, but he wasn’t successful in his search. He hasn’t spotted the bird even a single time. There was just one place the man didn’t explore in search for the rare bird – Its enclosure, which was in fact a huge netted cage. “It must be there, if not then it has flew away from the zoo…” – Greg said to himself and ran towards the enclosure thanks to the map he had.

The man heard a strange avian call from the cage, which gave him hope. “Yes!” – Greg exclaimed as he dashed into the enclosure only to find a wireless loudspeaker hidden behind one of the bushes. Greg’s jaw dropped as the loudspeaker played the strange bird call again. Was it some kind of prank? Why would anyone do this to him?

Suddenly Greg heard a loud clattering sound of the closed barred door. The man yelped and started to worry about what he’s gotten himself into. “Good job sir!” – The same zookeeper from earlier called out to Greg. “What?! Let me out! What the hell is going on?!” – Greg yelled out panicked. “What’s going on? We found our bearded vulture, but we need to tweak its appearance a bit!” – The zookeeper called out to Greg.

Greg ran up to the barred door and started pulling at them with all strength. “You’re insane! I’m a damn human!” – Greg screamed at the zoo worker. “Not for long…” – The zookeeper said and suddenly grabbed Greg’s left hand, only to inject some serum into it. Greg hissed in pain and jerked his hand away.

The zookeeper smiled as Greg stumbled backwards in a daze. Barely few seconds passed and Greg started feeling that his entire body was growing warmer. His silhouette throbbed and ached as it was getting slowly remoulded into the shape of a bird that he was ought to catch.

Greg gave up on pleads as he deemed the zookeeper to be completely insane. Besides the heat of his sweating body was getting too much. Almost on instinct Greg started undressing, until he was left only in his underwear. Despite that the man continued to feel heated up and an itchiness was starting to rise in several regions of his body.

Before Greg managed to mutter out a word of confusion he realised that his scalp felt strange. Greg touched it and gasped in dread – His hair was loosening and falling out. The man quickly checked on the other regions of his body and as expected all the body hair was detaching from his skin quickly as it kept making space for something completely different.

“Oh God… Nh-o-ooo…!” – Greg whimpered as all over his body needle-like protrusions started pushing out of his skin. The keratinous spikes were lengthening considerably and starting to sprout tiny hair. Greg’s eyes widened as he realised that those were actually feathers – Of mainly orange, black and white colours. While those unique feathers continued to grow, practically all of Greg’s human features started washing away. Two spots on his chest started itching as they lost their distinctive shapes and receded into his taut flesh. His bellybutton felt bloated as the hollowed circle sealed itself.

Greg was speechless and lost for words. His heart was beating unnaturally fast inside of his shifting chest. Greg closed his eyes as his torso started collapsing on itself, or rather shortening. In fact Greg’s hips were gradually getting closer towards his chest as his skeleton rearranged drastically.

The compression had an impact on his spine as well and with several painful jolts the bones in it started curving and forcing Greg to lean over permanently. “Ah-gh-ah…! Somebody help me-egh…!” – Greg cried out as his back continued to reform painfully.

Greg groaned as an unpleasant tension appeared in his rear. It felt as if his butt was forcefully reshaped into a more conical form as his spine and tailbone were pushed further out into a stubby avian tail. Greg shivered as his hips started narrowing and forcing his stance to alter significantly.

The changes happening to Greg’s limbs were by far the most concerning. Greg went from foot to foot as he felt his legs thin down bizarrely. Whatever fat was stored in them was practically dissolved into nothingness as it got replaced by muscles and bone. Greg almost fell over as his legs started bending into strange avian shapes and light orange feathers started covering them whole.

Over the course of the next few seconds Greg was forced to readjust his stance and balance his weight on his tiptoes. Just in time as his toes started rolling out into long and strong avian digits. Greg was disgusted by the sight as he saw a single toe disappear completely from each of his foot. The other two, one on each foot started to migrate backwards to give Greg better grip. Greg winced as his toenails started darkening and erupting into deadly, curved talons of a predatory bird.

Greg panted hard from the transformation, while constantly trying to balance on his new avian legs, which was problematic with his upper body barely changed. It was at this time that something unexpected started happening to Greg. He felt as if his body was pressed through a vice, his entire form was starting to feel tight. The enclosure was getting bigger and the man behind the bars was growing bigger as well. Greg shook his head and gasped as he realised what was happening – He was shrinking! Greg failed to notice as his boxers slipped off him.

The terrified bird man jumped upwards in an attempt to stop the shrinking, but instead he only managed to fall over onto his chest and chin. At least the shrinking seemed to stop, leaving Greg at the size of a typical adult bearded vulture. The zookeeper behind the bars crouched down and looked into Greg’s eyes. “You’re progressing finely. I’m sure your chicks will be healthy like you.” – The zookeeper said to the miserable-looking Greg.

“M-My chicks?!” – Greg yelped and raised himself with the help of his disfiguring hands, which were slowly losing fingers. The zookeeper nodded and pointed at Greg’s shrinking manhood. Greg blushed hard and covered himself with his increasingly triangular-shaped hands. “Nh-ahhh, fuuuhk…!” – Greg moaned out as his balls started clenching abruptly and forcing all of his seed to stain his deformed hands.

Greg straightened up and gave up on trying to cover himself up. He looked down and almost fainted. His ballsack was painfully tight against his groin and his testicles were gradually sinking deeper inside of him. In a matter of seconds they fully disappeared from plain sight and started reforming into complex avian ovaries.

At this point Greg’s heart was hammering in his ribcage. Greg was devastated at the realisation that he wasn’t even becoming a male bird. He tried to grab his pathetic shaft with his clumsy and fingerless wing-shaped hands, but it was impossible by that point. The man cursed under his breath as the nub of sensitive flesh fully melted down on his groin.

Greg glanced at the zookeeper clueless, but then focused back on his groin as an intensive tug at his genital slit forced it to start oozing lubricants. “Wh-hat nooow-hn…?” – He moaned frustrated and defeated as his tailhole started throbbing. The man felt like the two orifices were drawing closer to each other and disappearing from his sight underneath his tail. Until with a steaming hot sensation the two holes started merging together into one, tight avian vent made up of sensitive flesh.

“Gaaaah-uh…!” – Greg yelled out once more as the changes down there finalised and forced him to drop onto all fours again. Even though it felt completely wrong to lie in such a position. Greg raised his feathery butt high in the air and spasmed a few times as his cloaca gradually calmed down.

Greg sniffled sadly and looked down at what used to be his hands. Now nothing more than the tips of his wings. His arms were starting to crunch and bend into a new alignment fit for a bird. Without the help of the zookeeper, Greg had to maneuver his body alone to jump back onto his avian feet. His developing wings covered in orange and black feathers flapped anxiously trying to help him remain upright. His shoulder blades started narrowing and rotating in their socket successfully locking Greg’s wing in their new and proper avian positions.

Greg knew he didn’t have much time, so he tried to plead for mercy for the last time. “Chan-gheighhk- Mheiigh brak-khree…!” – Greg’s cries distorted into a series of avian calls as his neck started lengthening and the bones inside it began popping violently. Greg’s head in the meantime was already shifting shape to become a smaller and more compact avian counterpart.

Greg screeched in discomfort as his teeth started sinking back into his gums, which themselves started to peel back. Greg’s entire face was changing drastically as a sharp beak started extending from his upper and lower jaw. The protrusions began forcing Greg’s lips to peel back and make space for the predatory bill. Because of the whole process Greg’s nose was gradually reduced into two slits at the top of his new beak.

The man’s hearing got muffled for a while as his ears started throbbing and receding into his head, leaving only earholes between the sprouting white feathers. The man’s head lost its remaining human shapes and became fully avian as it flattened at the top considerably. Greg’s face was nothing more, but a bird’s visage at this point with his eyes being positioned at the sides of his head. Lastly Greg’s eyes started to alter significantly. His sight became keener, while his sclera started to redden with bloodlust colour. The irises turned yellow as Greg’s body got fully covered in luxurious feathers.

“Alright girl, we need to check if the serum did its job.” – The zookeeper said as he opened the door to the enclosure and then came in. Greg squawked and started jumping back from the man. He also hated being called anything feminine and not agreeing with his forceful transformation into the opposite gender. “Don’t force me to use a net gun. Just come here and let me check on you. It’s for your own good. Besides, without us you have even less of a chance to ever turn back into a human. I suggest you to comply.” – The zookeeper said to the trembling vulture. Greg sighed and nodded, agreeing with the logic after all…