Robin’s parents were now starting to get concerned.
Their son had been spending more and more time in his room over the last week or so. They thought maybe he was addicted to some new video game… it certainly wouldn’t be the first time. Still there were other odd signs. He was bringing in sticks from outside, claiming its to do with some ‘school project’… but whatever it was he wouldn’t say. He didn’t talk so much at dinner either. Mrs Lars was quite adamant that she would have to ‘intervene’ with her son at this point. “Robin?” his mother called to him through the door to his bedroom.
Robin seemed hesitant to answer. “Um- yeah?” he said. “Hey- mom- um-“
“Won’t you come down to dinner?” she asked. “I’m getting a bit worried about you. I thought we could have a talk.”
There was a pause making his mother grow increasingly concerned however her son eventually responded. “Yeah- sure. I’ll be… I’ll be there… sorry I- I didn’t mean to worry you.”
Mrs Lars smiled in relief. Communication to her son was very important to her and she always thought they had a good relationship. “Good. Please give those games a rest… let’s have a chat. If something’s bothering you, you know you can tell me right?”
“Uh- yeah. I’ll… be there.”
Inside the room Robin was panicking.
The egg was fine but… he wasn’t fine.
Something was so terribly wrong and he had no idea what to even say about it. When he went to bed last night, he had put the egg in its usual place. It was in the corner of the room covered with warm cloth in what he felt was the best place for her while he worked on the proper nest. However, when he woke up, he found himself… sitting on her… sitting… on the egg.
At first, he feared he had somehow broken the shell, but he wasn’t quite putting his whole body on it even in his sleepy state. He realised he somhow slept with his legs locked in an optimal position to protect and provide warmth to the egg without crushing it. He managed to gently pry himself away…
…but his legs had… feathers.
Soft white feathers had grown all on his legs around his thighs! “What the hell?!” He looked down at the white feathery mass. He couldn’t see his skin around his thighs although everything below his knees seemed normal.. except for one or two points of hardened skin.
Robin tried to pull off the strange feathers gripping them with his fingers. He focused on one rather ‘prominent’ feather on his right thigh. “Mph-“ It came off with a sudden burst of pain- “AAH!” He screamed. It- it hurt! He saw the opening it left, like a scab wound. He bit his lip and realised just how many feathers he had, and how difficult it would be to pull off every single one. Not only that but some instinct was telling him how ‘wrong’ it was to do.
‘Feathers are good’ … ‘Feathers keep the egg warm… I need feathers-’ “No! What?” This was wrong! Why, was he feeling these things? Increasingly panicked if anyone saw this, Robin quickly managed to put on his jeans sliding them over the changed legs. It was only his thighs that had these feathers thankfully, but when he put on his jeans he felt so… uncomfortably warm. The feathers were heating him up like an extra- very thick layer of clothing.
Robin ignored the warming sensation completely embarrassed about what happened to him. Did he have to go to a doctor?! What would he do! What could anyone do?! “I got to call Mike.” He grabbed his phone and quickly waited for him to answer.
“H-Hello?” Mike whispered as he picked up.
“Mike!” Robin gasped. “Jeez- I need to talk to you. Do you have that portal gun fixed yet? I need it.” He scratched underneath the jeans he wore.
Mike frowned. “Uh- not yet but- I’m highly motivated. Don’t worry.”
Robin sighed. Maybe he had to tell him. “Look- I- I think the egg… um… I… I’m changing-“
“C-Changing?!” Mike gasped. “How? I mean like- physically?”
“I.. I got feathers- on my legs…” Robin expected Mike to laugh… or say he didn’t believe him or say well- ‘something’. However all he got was stony silence for a few seconds. “Really… I got feathers…”
“You… you grew feathers?” Mike finally answered back. “On your legs?”
Robin bit his lip glancing down at his jeans, slightly puffed up from the unusual underlaying of soft downy feathers “Y-Yeah... on my l-legs.” He didn’t want to admit that he had woken up ‘sitting’ on the egg or any of the other details. He thought about cutting the feathers off with scissors but his instinct- that weird very ‘insistent’ instinct was telling him… no. Was he beheld to the demands of that instinct?! He felt like his free-will was being denied. Why! He could do anything he wanted but- but-
…the egg…
He needed to keep the egg safe. That was important. Even in the midst of his panic that single thought was driving his every action. “Damn it- what’s wrong with me!” Robin started to sniffle. “I feel like I’ve lost control of my life-“
“I- I got my own issues.” Mike admitted.
“What- feathers too?” Now it was Robin who was concerned. “Feathers?” He repeated. “Tell me man!”
Mike hesitated on the other side of the phone. “…I wish,” Michael responded rather cryptically. His voice almost cracking. “Never mind.”
There was a pause. Robin waited for his friend to say more. “Well- what happened?”
“I don’t want to say. Just never mind. I’m getting the gun fixed.” Mike put the phone down suddenly leaving Robin bewildered. What could have happened to his friend?
Mike put down the phone shaking. So… Robin had some ‘weird issues’ too? His obsession with the egg was changing him… physically? He felt sorry for him, but Mike had… a far bigger problem than just ‘feathers’. Feathers could be hidden or cut away after all. That was nothing compared to what he had… “Damn it-“
Last night he did what the nurse suggested, taking a nice warm long bath to ease the rashes that had appeared around his hips. At first it felt pretty good and seemed to let the skin ‘soften’ around there. He relaxed a bit and hoped that whatever it was on his skin would go away. However, he did notice that the odd welts were looking… a bit puffy after a while? He wasn’t sure. He rubbed it all a bit roughly, and thought about getting some ointment but for now he didn’t feel quite so uncomfortable.
Mike slept pretty well that night eager for the weekend to start. Sunlight roused him and naturally he tried to buy another hour by rotating on his stomach. That prompted a really strange ‘itch’ and a feeling of… acute discomfort. He quickly rotated again onto his back, feeling an odd.. motion. “What the-“ Where the rashes had been… there was now a ‘swelling’. He stared at what looked like…
…breasts?
They were not in the normal place for a human, resting on his hips. Mike blinked a few times thinking he was dreaming or that something else was going on but… the strange swellings remained. He tentatively touched it with his palm and gasped. “A-ah-” The skin was sensitive… It felt… real… “It’s real!” he realised. They looked about A-cup in size, quite small but there, not even big enough to form a cleavage between them as such- not yet anyway.
The pink welts of a rash from earlier had now become full on nipples… Distinctly feminine, larger then his own ‘normal’ nipples. The new breasts didn’t look malformed or well- anything other then what they appeared to be. On a girl and higher up, they would be nothing unusual at all…
“Shit!” He cried out as he quickly got up, staring at his body down there. He felt the small breasts painfully jiggle and move on his hips.
That wasn’t the ‘only’ issue. Michael realised his… his cock was gone! He had not realised it with the raised swellings hiding it but instead… he had… a feminine slit. He saw it in the mirror but couldn’t see it directly. He reached down with his hand confirming it… “Oh no… No!” He looked at the changes to his torso ‘very’ disturbed… was this permanent? Would it go away? He hoped so-
“Michael!” His own mother called. “Breakfast is ready are you up?”
The teenager quickly realised he had to hide this situation until he could get the gun fixed. “Y-Yeah I- I’m coming-“ He had to hide this! Damn it Damn it! He started to put on clothes, sliding his shirt on first. The hemline rested on the top part of the new small breasts. He put on his jeans which seemed to cover the lower side of them, leaving an... odd profile if one looked. It felt a bit tight, but he could still tie up his belt. The lack of male genitals helped a tiny bit, though he hoped he wasn’t going to … show their absence.
Looking in the mirror he frowned… it certainly looked a bit strange but… as long as nobody knew what to look for, he could hide it.
