Tomas’ exposed figure was drenched in sweat. His trembling hands sticky with cum. The slender young man grabbed a towel from the bathroom and tried with all his might to soak off the feelings of shame and guilt he was experiencing.
It was painful to suffer from the same vicious cycle over and over again. The idea of exhibiting himself seemed very enjoyable when he was horny... But the exact moment he orgasmed the reality of what he had done always fell into him like a heavy weight. Tomas was extremely shy, he wouldn’t dare to do something like this if he knew that somebody would be watching him yet at the same time that slim possibility was what made it so exciting.
Feeling deeply ashamed of himself, Tomas headed to his small apartment’s only bedroom in search of his lost dignity or at least something to cover his genitals. Tomas’ dick was generously gifted in the length department, but shamefully the same couldn’t be said about his girth. His eight-incher swayed gracefully along with his owner whenever he danced on the stage of his balcony, but his thinness made it look like a frail spaghetti. Tomas danced with the grace of a swan, but his exposed genitals looked like duck’s. This made him even more reluctant to show himself off in front of other people’s judging eyes.
His balls were clean-shaven, as was the rest of his body. Somehow, being devoid of body hair made him feel even more exposed when he dared to exhibit himself from the commodity of his own home.
Finally Tomas found his white briefs lying below his bed. But when he tried to get them, something very peculiar happened. His fingers had difficulty closing to grab the white fabric. Puzzled, Tomas took out his arm from under the bed and when he saw his hand he screamed in complete surprise.
Tomas’ hand had completely lost its fingers, instead bluish-gray feathers had took their place. The feathers kept on spreading through the length of his arm. The young man cried out some expletives when he saw the freakish sight duplicating itself on his other arm.
It all went worse from there. His now feathery arms started reshaping and his elbows creaked as his joints changed direction. In a panic, Tomas ran into the bathroom and was about to open the medicine cabinet which also acted as a mirror when he caught a glimpse of his face.
The brown hair on his head had been replaced with the same bluish-grey feathers on his arms. For better or for worse, the dark feathers only covered the top of his head and both of his arms. The rest of his body still kept his natural pale pink skin. He looked like a malnourished giant bird whose feathers had been plucked out from his body.
His arms were now facing backwards, completely unable to function as proper human arms and looking more like flightless giant wings now.
Tomas was a freak and completely oblivious to what had caused this is no wonder he began to cry for help...
“Someone, help m- Cof! Cof! Cof!”
...But his cries of despair were suddenly replaced with choking sounds when Tomas’ throat began its changes.
“Cruuu! Cruuuu! Cruuuu!”
He was dumbfounded. What the hell, why was he singing like a fucking pidgeon?... Then he looked at his reflection once again and “cruu”ed in utter surprise. His mouth had been replaced by a giant beak, incapable of producing human speech.
Feeling a sting on his butt, he turned his head around to see a bunch of ridiculous feathers growing just on top of it like a tail, as the final icing to the cake to his transformation.
Finally, the changes seemed to stop, at least for the moment. Tomas was panicking and looking at every direction like a confused and curious bird.
“Cruu! Cruu! Cruuuuu!” Cried the humanoid half-bird creature in his confused state. What, who, how...Why the fuck had this happened? His mind was racing. Was this karmic justice for having been exhibiting himself every night?... Speaking of which...
Tomas tried to cover his genitals. But he couldn’t, his arms were useless wings lying on his backside. He couldn’t reach to cover up his exposed human skin. His legs were quivering and shaking, yet still tried their most to cover the shameful form of his long and thin dick.
What would he do? Still crying, Tomas looked with sadness at the balcony he had used for his perverted acts...Wait...He had wings now...Could he use them to fly? The thought of flying over the city like a superhero always had seemed cool to him, but not showing off his naked feathered body like a jay bird...
Meanwhile, one of the neighbours had been woken up by Tomas’ cries. Annoyed at yet another fucking “pidgayon” sneaking in on their apartment building, they had called pest control...