I flew aimlessly for what seemed like hours but was probably not longer than a few minutes. Then I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. From the sky, it wasn't hard to get my bearings and my old apartment wasn't far. Flying was hard work and I stopped to rest once or twice but before long I was coming into land on the sidewalk before my old front door.
A few pedestrians gasped and pointed at the bald eagle that had just appeared. I didn't want to be the centre of attention so I quickly flew off, ducking round the side of the building and landing on the fire escape. I hopped up a few flights to get to my floor. I peeked through the small window that looked into my kitchen. I could see the front door, while open, was obstructed with crime scene tape. The apartment was empty. Any forensics teams or whoever might be investigating my sudden disappearance had either long gone or were still to arrive. I spied a lone cop, standing guard in the hallway.
I decided this eagle body had outlived its usefulness and I was just wondering how to call Runt when I heard a voice say, 'Now you're gettin' it.'
Runt was splayed out on the steps opposite me. He was still in the suit and his tie was loose and his shirt unbuttoned. He was growing sexier by the second. I wondered where he went and what he did between our meetings.
I squawked at him, hoping he'd catch my meaning. He did. He reached out and grabbed me by the beak. Then he yanked upward and I stretched out to full height. Then he wrapped his lips around my beak and gave a sharp blow. My feathers burst off in a flurry, leaving behind smooth, pale skin. He pulled back and smoothed out my beak with his hands. Then he tickled my chin, which sprouted a thick, auburn beard. He continued brushing his fingers down my neck to my pecs, dusting them with thick hair. He broadened my shoulders and moulded my pecs do that they were large and round. The body hair spread down my abs and across my wings, which Runt shaped into thick, beefy arms with large, strong hands. Then he reached my crotch, where he pulled out the biggest cock he'd given me yet, complete with a sizeable pair of balls and a generous compliment of pubic hair. As he continued downwards, fleshing out my talons into bulky, athletic legs, I admired my upper body. He'd left my head bald, like the eagle I was, but given me a thick beard and body hair. I was bulky and tough, a complete departure from the lithe and swarthy Mediterranean body he'd given me earlier but gorgeous nonetheless. It seemed Runt had a whole catalogue of hunky male bodies he wanted to try out on me. I doubted he would have made me ugly if I'd asked.
Soon, I was human again. The sharp, New York air made me realise I was naked. I instinctively covered myself. Runt narrowed his eyes at me and I felt a sudden intensifying in my attraction for him, so that my own cock pushed my hands away by springing to attention. I winced in pleasure.
'Okay,' said Runt impatiently. 'Let's do what you're here to do and go somewhere more interesting.'
'Wait,' I said. 'I can't just climb in. There's a guard there. He'll arrest me again.'
Runt shrugged. 'So make a change. What d'you need to be to solve this problem?'