Ty's wish had ultimately come true, for the figure that befell him was an anthro eagle, with the brown and white feathers, acute sense
of vision, yellow beak, and an IRRESISTIBLE craving for all kinds of fish and seafood! He also had four sets of yellow, three-digit talons
(his hands and feet), and a 9-inch rock-hard member that could rock any girl's feathers off! He was also proud of his new definitions
that made his feathery body: 5'1", 180 lbs of muscle, and a 2-foot wingspan. This was the dream body that any anthro
eagle would ever want. Then, his door was suddenly opened by Mark, who was complaining about his aching head, and told him, "Ty,
your fish is almost ready, so get some clothes on and get your ass downstairs!", then slammed the door right in his face. Well, that
was one way to start the morning, same thing as always... The still-regressed Dustin came downstairs and complained, "What smells
like fish down here?" then looked over in the pan, and his expression fell down to his feet. Now that Ty had changed the world, "for
the better", what would he do next?