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The Collector (Collector)

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(Woman to Cockatoo)


Tammy leaned in closer to the birdcage before her, some of her brown locks dangling before her face.  It was her first time in this shop, and she had already fallen in love with one of their birds for sale.  “Oh, what a cute little parrot!  You’re adorable, aren’t you?”

To her surprise, the bird looked at her with wide, fearful eyes.  “Run aww-ARK-ay!”

Tammy blinked, taking a fearful step back.  What?  She knew birds could speak, but there was something to its tone, something to its eyes.  She looked at them closer, seeing something almost human in them.  “What’s going on?”  She asked, even as some distant memory triggered a sense of danger that sent chills down the girl’s back.

“Naaa-AWRK!  Tuurk late, too late! Ru-uun!”  The bird stammered, looking over Tammy’s shoulder.  She whirled, finding a woman in robes standing behind her with a mischievous smile.

“Boop.”  The woman said, tapping Tammy on her throat with her index finger.

Tammy arched an eyebrow.  “Who are y-WEERK!”  Her head bobbed forward violently as she let out a loud avian cry.  It was soon followed by another, than another, like a violent hiccup or cough.  She looked to the woman with wide, pleading eyes, imploring her for some sort of explanation.

Tammy might as well have been shouting into the wind, the woman circling around her, an almost predatory glint in her eye.  “Oh, you’ll be lovely.  I haven’t made a cockatoo before.”

Cockatoo?  What was this crazy broad talking about?  Tammy turned to run, another half-hiccuped call coming form her throat.  Before she could make it more than two steps, the woman’s hand snaked around her wrist, an impossibly strong grip holding her fast.

Tammy turned to tug at her arm, but she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight before her.  Her fingers had melted together, leaving her with a fleshy nub, one that began to sprout feathers as she watched.  The process wasn’t painful, even though her mind desperately told her it should be.

“Well, aren’t you a frisky one.”  The woman smiled, revealing too-pointed canines.  Tammy’s heart sank.  She’d heard of ‘The Collectors’, a race of people who changed others’ forms, heedless of the victim’s wills.  But she’d always hoped that they were just a myth, just a glint in someone’s dark imagination.  But this woman was all too real.

The fight went out of Tammy’s eyes, and the woman let out a musical giggle, sliding her one hand under Tammy’s left arm, even as the woman’s other hand cupped her right.

“This.  This is my favorite part.”  The Collector said with a mildly sadistic smile.  She hefted upwards, lifting Tammy an inch off the ground, then a foot, then two.  With a start, Tammy realized that the woman hadn’t raised her arms any further—Tammy was being shrunk!

She let out a warbling cry of distress, kicking her feet in the air, even as her too-large pants slipped from her form to the floor.  The Collector’s cupped hands drew ever closer as Tammy’s torso shrank, and the girl-turning-cockatoo wheezed as the air forced itself from her body, her organs reshaping.

The Collector used this brief opportunity to steal away the girl’s top and bra, the only aspects of her humanity that would go unchanged.  Tammy looked down to her bare chest, tears welling up along her eyes as her once-proud bosom shrank back into her body, ruffles of snow-white feathers growing out to mask her shame.

The changing girl looked pleadingly at woman holding her, yet remained silent.  What could she say?  Could she ask the woman to stop, leave her a freak?  She knew that reversing the process was impossible, that’s what the news always said.  Her only recourse was to give in.

The Collector spoke again, her impossibly long tongue sliding out from her mouth to wet her plump lips.  “This.  When you lose your last bits of hope, and just give in.  This is beyond perfect.”  The woman lifted Tammy a little higher, her tongue flicking against the girl’s bare foot.

Tammy whined, looking away as she felt the wet tongue glide along the base of her left foot, sliding between her toes.  She couldn’t, wouldn’t see this latest change.  And yet, some damnable curiosity spurred her to glance down, prompting another distressed squeal.

Wherever the Collector’s tongue touched had become black and callous, and Tammy watched as the woman’s mouth covered her toes, fellating the digits.  With each bob of the woman’s head, she was able to slide closer to Tammy’s ankles, the flesh yielding before the transformative magicks at hand.

Tammy tried to deny what she was seeing, a futile hope that she could have a future as a human, that it was all a nightmare.  But the feeling of her toes merging, her foot fiving way to an avian talon, was just too much for the girl to bear.  She looked away hurriedly, feeling the woman repeat the process on her other foot.

Distracting herself was little better than witnessing the act.  No matter if her gaze changed, the sensations did not: the warm, pillowy soft tongue teasing her toes into digits, wrapping around them to fuse them, trailing along the girl’s sole to further cement her changes.  After what felt like hours, the woman finished, and Tammy looked down to find that from the neck down, she was a bird, nothing more than a cockatoo.

“Now, I’ll not make the same mistake twice.”  The Collector muttered, staring in Tammy’s eyes with a hungry glare.  Tammy shuddered in the woman’s arms, the creature before her pulling her head ever closer to the thing’s deceptively feminine lips.

Then, their lips touched, and Tammy cawed loudly into the woman’s mouth with fear.  Her nose, her mouth—the girl couldn’t feel either of them, the appendages falling numb, save her tongue, which could suddenly taste too much.  The Collector’s breath had a strange, cinnamon flavor to it, one which washed out all other tastes and sensations.  Tammy felt her struggles growing weaker, her mind dulling.

More than that, though, her hair was reforming into a long plume, her head was shrinking, her eyes sliding to its sides.  But what was wrong with that?  After all, such things were only natural if she were to be a cockatoo, to assume her natural form.  But that wasn’t right, was it?

No—she didn’t want any of those things to be happening!  She couldn’t focus, couldn’t cocne—think straight.  The only thing her mind focused on, revolved around, was the comforting softness of the woman’s tongue on hers, the heat of her breath, the taste of Tammy’s master’s breath.  No!  The thing was alien, unnatural, it couldn’t be her master!  Even if she wanted, needed to serve her master with all her might, Pammy—Tally—Polly was just a bird and shouldn’t think bad thoughts like that, like these.  Human thoughts were...  Well, what were they?  Polly had never been a human, right?  Even these thoughts were too much, come to think of it.  All she should think about was... was...

 

The parrot watched from its cage helplessly as the girl’s eyes clouded over, the last traces of her identity forever erased beneath a simple avian mind.  He knew that the girl couldn’t resist—he’d done little better when the Collector had stripped his name of him.  But it was still unnatural to see someone be erased, reshaped.

“wark?”  The cockatoo tilted her head at the Collector, who laughed and pet her head.

“Oh, you’re a much better girl now, aren’t you?”  She stroked the cockatoo’s head, cradling her closer to her chest.  Then, the thing turned its gaze upon the parrot.  “As for you...”  She glared for a moment, but it melted once she saw his distress.

“Oh, no.  You’ll be fine just like this.  A helpless observer, witnessing as I change more and more of you cattle.  How many is this now?  Seven?  Eight?  A fitting start, wouldn’t you say?”  The Collector’s smile was sharp, a wicked slash along her face.

But that wasn’t what gripped the parrot’s attention.  No, he was too focused in the cockatoo she was holding, its coos, the look it was giving the Collector—and how there was nothing human in her eyes.

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Woman to Cockatoo

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absolutely love this :)