Back in the living room, Jeff took his turn.
[Grow wings]
“Oh wow!” Tess exclaimed. “Want to trade again?”
“They haven’t even started growing yet!” Jeff laughed as his rear began to tingle.
He could feel arm like appendages stretching from the top of his ass. They started out loosely connected to his misplaced shoulders but quickly diverged to their own joints. Elbows formed, soon followed by what he thought was a wrist. At that point, the fingerless limbs looked like giant chicken wings, plucked and ready to be cooked. A disappointing sight given his already stunted body.
Fortunately, the change wasn’t quite finished. Flesh around each new limb prickled with small protrusions. They resembled large hair follicles, gradually growing and developing tiny hairs. Soon, each protrusion became a feather. They continued grow, filling in gaps until he had two hawk-like wings flexing up and down from where they connected near the top of either butt cheek. He desperately wished he still had a torso, but the wings felt strong and didn’t throw him off balance. They were likely more than enough to lift him with a good thrust.
“Oh my gosh!” Tess screamed. “You’ve got to try them out!”
“What? How?” Jeff asked.
“Let's go outside!” She grabbed his arm and pulled, though her weightless frame couldn’t budge his body.
“Jeez... Alright” He replied, maneuvering himself towards the front door while Tess bounded ahead.
The others followed, laughing at the sight. They too, were curious to see if he could actually fly with wings on his ass.
“Why are you so excited about this?” He asked as he stepped off the front porch.
“Cause that’s something I really wanted...” She replied, with hints of jealousy. “I can’t just let you waste them!”
“Alright...” He replied, taking in the cool night air.
His owl eyes didn’t need to adjust to the moon lit fields that rolled out into the distance. An occasional breeze sent waves across the surrounding crops, but the air was mostly calm. The only exception was a thunderstorm out in the distance, but he guessed that it was about an hour away; well out of the game’s limited boundary.
He flexed new muscles in his ass and found that the wings were easy to articulate. Without much thought, he raised them high and thrust downward. They sent him several feet off the ground over a swirling cloud of dust.
“Holy shit!” He yelled, nearly tripping as his feet returned to the ground...