Eileen stood in front of her full length mirror and sighed heavily. What if she was never human again? What if she was stuck in the form of various human animal women for the rest of her unnatural life? She didn’t dare think of it right now. There was another disaster that needed tending to and she couldn’t do it naked.
So, to the closet. Her so much slimmer body easily fit into her pants, even though she had to stuff her tail feathers into the ass. Zipped up, she couldn’t believe how drastically she had shrunk. She was a rail thin flamingo woman. Besides the hint of her thighs and the curve of her tight ass, she was so skinny as this bird woman that she had to blush. It was... so attractive. She was so lean. Where there were curves, there was tightened muscle. She found that her wing arms were actually shockingly powerful under her pebbled skin, if you could even find her skin through the lush pink feathers.
She found herself smiling at her image again as she touched her breasts. So light and perky. She felt the powerful cords of muscle attached to her pectorals and ribs. They bulged when she flexed. Wait... her flight muscles?
The half-dressed flamingo let out a gasp and outstretched her wings. Wait! Could... could she fly? Could she fly in this body? Her lightened frame, her drastically reduced weight. Her delicate and lean body. She looked over herself in shock and felt a pang of wetness form between her labial folds. Dammit! The crotch of her pants grew visibly damp and she squeezed her oh so long legs together in shock. Could... could she fly? She was so light. She had to be able to fly!
Focus, Eileen. She took a deep breath and held it. She felt her chest puff out and tried not to be pleased by her lightweight and firm tits. Even in this state, they were still oh so big and round. She wondered... did she still have nipples? She poked through her feathers with her thumb and gasped deep pink again as a surge of delight hit her already excitable pussy. Yes. She had nipples. She wondered again... what did flamingo milk taste like?
Stop it, she scolded herself. This is not fun time! This is... get dressed time. The wings posed a problem. She eventually found an old purple tank top and hastily threw it over her slimmed torso. Her breasts were embarrassingly pronounced, as firm as they were, and she sighed.
* * *
“That’s incredible,” Becca blushed, her voice a low whisper, “and it sounds like so much fun.”
“Well, it was...” Ty gulped sheepishly. “Until the last part.”
“Yeah, no,” Becca whispered again, gulping, “she almost went poof.”
“So... keep her human.”
Becca nodded in relief. “It all makes sense. I get it. So how do we get her to... uh, you know?”
Eileen emerged from her room still blushing hot pink all over her feathered face. The soft feathers covering her head were positively burning with embarrassment, and she was making herself shorter on purpose as she nervously sat down at the table between her daughter and Ty. Her soft brown/green eyes were mortified beyond belief, which said more than her inflexible beak was capable of.
“Hey...” Becca took her mom’s feathered hand gently, startled as the softness of her luxurious feathers. “If you’re stuck as an animal, you’re still my mom. We’ll take care of you.”
“I-I told her everything.” Ty blushed. “It didn’t seem right to lie.”
“E-Everything?” Eileen squawked, incredulous. She turned to Becca in embarassment.
“I always knew you got off on giving the neighbour kid a boner. Like, it was obvious. What was I supposed to say?”
“Jesus, Becca!” Eileen cursed, “You don’t have to be so crude!”
“Says the doll who jilled off in a kid’s hand.” Becca smirked.
Eileen sighed heavily and put her beak in her hands again. “Okay. So my kid knows I’m a pervert now.”
Becca giggled a little. “Yeah, well, everybody at this table is a fucking freak.”
The flamingo woman peered over her feathered hand and blinked.
“Guess I got it from you, you weirdo.”
“Okay.” Eileen gulped. “Well, I guess if you’re not making a big deal about it...”
“Can... can I watch?” Becca laughed nervously. “Like watch him try to change you back?”
This made Ty slump into his chair and he visibly began to sweat.
“Um...” Ty laughed nervously. “I’m sorry, what?”
Eileen’s eyes had grown to saucers. She looked to Ty nervously and gulped.
“That’s the price of my silence, guys.” Becca leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head. “Let me watch or I’ll make sure everybody knows about your inappropriate relationship.”
“You’re blackmailing me?” Eileen grew visibly agitated. “Are you kidding me right now?”
“That’s my offer, flamingo lady.”
“One minute you’ll take care of me, the next you’re going to ruin my life. What a lovely child. Just like your father.”
Becca giggled and shook her head. “Do you know how hard it is to take you seriously right now?”