Amongst the array of shimmering vials, a yellow almost golden vial caught your attention. You plucked it out of the box holding it up to the light to see its honey texture as if hoping to divine what its effect would be.
“Well go on then honey. Don’t keep me waiting all day.” Your mother says still caressing her enhance gargoyle form.
“Okay okay I’m drinking this one now.” You declare as you remove the cork on the vial with a pop and down the vial which tastes like a sweet solution running down your throat.
After several seconds a tingling sensation wells up in your hands and feet. You look at your hands to see them become covered in yellow scales and your fingers morphing into 4 long talons capped by sharp black claws. As your hands completed their change your tight sneakers quickly burst open revealing bird’s feet similar to your hands and short quills began to poke up around arms and legs.
You then felt a shifting and cracking throughout your torso and head. Your face was soon covered in a thin veil of long brown hair which you brushed away with an avian claw to reveal your changing body. Your hips were growing wider and matronly as your thighs became thick and full tearing the seams of your jeans while small brown feathers poked out of your slender legs. Your ass morphed into a juicy heart shape in conjunction with your expanded hips and you watched in shock as your manhood slipped away being replaced with a female slit.
Your waist sucked inward while your gut gained some mature fat and your arms were becoming slender and feminine while also being covered in brown feathers creating at your shoulders. You then felt your nipples tingle as they expanded on your chest and breast tissue builds up as they strain your nice button up collared shirt. Your breasts grow to an enormous F cup that blows several buttons off your shirt and gives a peak at your large nipples. Entranced by your burgeoning assets, you clutch them in your avian hands as your face bubbles and grows more mature and motherly. Your lips become plump and full while your face becomes sharp and your nose small and pert and some slight wrinkles, laugh lines, and crows feet etch themselves onto your face.
Finally you feel an itch in your back as your shirt is strained once again. You look back and see a pair of large brown wings burst fourth and flex their might leaving your shirt in tatters.
As your transformation completes you let out a womanly moan in a beautiful female voice as you clutch your breasts.
Your gargoyle mother watched your transformation intently and upon its conclusion she walks you over to the mirror.
“Oh my little Joseph is such a beautiful woman.” Your mother says hugging you from behind and nuzzling your neck as you gaze at your new harpy form.
“Oh my gosh I look like a total MILF of a harpy.” You declare in a sweet feminine voice while swinging your wife hips and flexing your wings.
“So what shall us ladies do next?” Your mother asks giving you a devious grin into the mirror with her head resting on your shoulder.