Erik the gay flamingo took stock of himself. Reduced to half of an inch in height from his transformation, the world looming outside of his glass prison was an intimidating nightmare. He spied a coaster on the wooden coffee table beyond his jar and gulped as he got a sense of his miniaturized scale.
His entire body ached in the post transformation. He shuddered as he recalled the agonizing sensation of changing. His muscles pulling tight like a constant Charlie Horse. The needle razors of his feathers stabbing through his skin. The shrinking of his body, his bones, his organs. The loss of his smooth gentle hands. His soft male beauty and smooth face turned to a hardened and expressionless beak.
The loss of his cock was particularly devastating. He had been proud of his large and thick member, a surprising but welcome delight for his lovers attracted to his boyish good looks and kindhearted bearing. He vaguely glanced under his long pink tail feathers and sighed. He felt nothing. He was a bird now. They didn’t have dicks at all. He had lost his humanity, his sex, his excitable voice and charm. He was a jizz covered pink flamingo slowly drying in a glass jar.
He choked on the permeating musk of semen and decided he deserved this. He had finally taken the wrong guy home and he had been reduced and kidnapped as a result.
Oh! The poor camel girl! He looked over to the other jar in concern and found her sullenly leaning against the glass of her own jar, weeping softy with clumps of matted fur, sitting in a puddle of the giant’s jizz. The poor girl! He reached out and put his wingtip on the glass, hoping she would see the gesture, but she was lost in whatever personal hell that was going through her mind right now.
He curled up and rested, dropping his beak over his new song and sighing again. He didn’t want to watch what happened next. He knew the giant would make the other two suffer. And then?
He looked back to the poor camel and found her staring at him. He gently ruffled and waved his wing pensively. The camel smiled slightly.
He watched her carefully, she mouthed words. “Are you ok?”
The bird nodded decisively and pointed to her.
She seemed to shrug and shook her head no. He nodded. There was a moment of terror as the giant grabbed the blonde girl’s jar and picked her up to pull small stopper out.
The flamingo and the camel exchanged sudden emotional glances with each other and both stared in breathless horror as the blonde tumbled onto the table between the two larger jars.
She stood, staring up at the giant torturing them, and launched into a tirade of screaming rage. Erik looked away, his own pain fresh on his mind, as he heard the blonde scream hoarsely outside the jar.
He glanced back to see her sprouting fur. Watching it happen was monstrous. He looked away again, tears in his eyes, and looked back to see the woman turning into a wolf. Like them, she twisted and shrank into her animal body, screaming, crying, arching her back and twisting her limbs in unholy agony as she devolved into a beast.
When it was done, Erik looked over to find a new grey wolf whimpering and collapsed from exhaustion. The giant picked her up, tossed her in a similar larger jar, and capped the lid.
One left, Erik grimaced. Fresh tears came as the flamingo watched the black girl flop onto the table. He thought: you poor dear, what is he gonna do to you?
The black girl rose on her hands and knees and seemed to shudder for a moment. He heard the giant speak, but it was muffled inside his jar.
His yellow eyes widened as she let out a cry of surprise and suddenly shot up. Taller, lankier, her arms and legs stretched... as did her neck. She barreled, her hindquarters swelled, her breasts shrank down, her skin sprouted furry patches of orange and brown. In a few more moments, Erik was staring at a bewildered fully changed giraffe, free of the pain and suffering the rest of them had endured. Merely disoriented and clumsy in her new body.
He caught the camel’s surprised look and pointed with his wing and shrugged. The camel shrugged back.
The reason for the lack of torture became no more apparent as a giant hand reached down and grabbed the giraffe. While still tiny, her tall stature made her at least a palm full for the giant tormentor.
Erik watched in confusion and then disgust as the giant picked up the giraffe’s tail and began to forcefully stroke her intimates. Ah... so it was another torture.
The camel looked away in disgust, closing her eyes, and the wolf was passed out. Erik kept watching, hoping the giraffe could struggle free, until it was clear the giant had no intention of letting her.
He looked away as the poor animal struggled. He looked back a few minutes later to hear the distant noise of a struggle, seeing that the giant had begun enlarging the giraffe. Oh no, he realized, gasping as he watched the animal kick and try to fight back as the giant held her back hips, no pants, and assumed a mounting position.
Erik closed his eyes and tried not to listen as the monster raped a woman trapped in a four foot tall giraffe’s body. There was hideous terrible laughter as she kicked and failed, the giant pinning her down with his weight and forcing her to comply. He watched her face, tears streaming, voiceless, and squawked angrily as the giant forced himself inside of the giraffe and fucked her unwilling animal form.
The camel couldn’t bring herself to watch, sobbing and looking away.
Erik honked angrily and slammed into the side of his jar. He couldn’t bear this anymore, all this suffering and evil. This guy was a cruel monster and he had to be stopped somehow! He might be a fraction of his former self, but he needed to get out! He needed to do something! He hit the jar’s wall with enough force to knock it over. The remains of the jizz surrounding him splashed over his back as the jar tipped. He struggled to his lanky webbed feet, reached the jar lid, and HAMMERED angrily with his beak.
If anything, his beak was dulled slightly. Moments later, a tiny trembling giraffe was set down in her own jar, looking away from the camel and the flamingo in embarrassed shock.
She began sobbing uncontrollably as the giant pulled up his pants in the world outside laughing hysterically.
Moments later, the four jars flew into the air picked up by a giant hand.
One by one, the jars were carried over to a shelf by the TV and placed there for safe keeping.
The giant laughed manically, said some things none of them could hear, and eagerly left the apartment to find more prey.