After falling asleep during guard duty and allowing goblins to steal and murder the chickens, Joseph is shocked when his boss, a peculiar farmer named Marcia, lets him keep his job. Regret plagues his mind, even leading to bizarre egg-filled dreams as his body slowly changes over the course of multiple days. Will he find a way to repay Marcia for his negligence? (MTF harpy girl short story! First half has a sexy dream sequence, slown/drawn out TF over multiple days that will lead to harpy TF and egg-laying)


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Story Text:

"I'm so sorry, Miss Marcia… I didn't mean for this to happen," Joseph stammered, averting his eyes to the grassy ground. The tall, well-muscled man stood in a sunny pasture with a woman in overalls with red curly hair. The woman crossed her arms and scowled.

"I hired you to protect our chickens. Instead, you fell asleep on duty and allowed goblins to sneak into murder and steal them from right under your nose. What on earth were you thinking?" she asked dangerously.

"I just… I will do better… I'm sorry," Joseph muttered in response, unable to maintain eye contact with his employer.

Marcia stood silent for another minute and placed her hands on her hips, casting her employee an incredulous look. "For now, just do your damned job. You can be certain we'll be reprimanding you for this." She turned and walked off, leaving the bewildered man alone.

Joseph watched as Marcia left and collapsed to his knees when she disappeared from view, completely covered in a layer of cold sweat. He didn't understand why, but he felt this woman was dangerous; she wasn't someone to be crossed, and he had done just that. He expected to be fired on the spot at the very least, but, much to his surprise, it seemed he was still employed for the moment.

'I guess I'll see what happens,' he mused and sighed, trying hard to keep himself calm.

The next few days were uneventful. Joseph did his job protecting the other animals and managed not to fall asleep during his shift. However, Marcia had been cold to him since then, keeping communication to a minimum.

He was standing guard while some goats and sheep grazed when he started to feel a little off. "Ugh…" He wiped some sweat from his brow and felt a slight pang of nausea deep within his abdomen, a burning sensation that felt somehow unnatural. 'It's just an upset stomach. Maybe I ate something bad,' he reasoned, placing a hand on his gut as his lips curled into a frown.

He gazed into the distance and took slow breaths, deciding it wasn't worth worrying about. When he woke up that morning, he quickly dismissed a few other minor concerns, including a concern that he was slightly shorter and that his muscles looked a little deflated.

"Just stay awake and keep watch… That's all I need to do." He winced and sat down against the fence, hoping the nausea might pass more quickly if he wasn't standing. Upon reaching the ground and crossing his legs, he was mildly shocked by the extra padding; had he sat on something soft Reaching down, he felt nothing but his own ass 'I'm losing my mind… I haven't been sleeping well; that's probably it,' he reasoned, ignoring the dull ache in his crotch.

'It would be nice to replace those eggs if only I could help,' a strange voice said in his head. He blinked and looked around him but saw nothing. He must have thought that himself, but the words rang with a feminine timbre. It was true that he wished he could make up for his mistake, but what?

Over the next night, Joseph was assailed by strange dreams. In one, he stumbled through the woods at night while painful tension mounted beneath his navel. Thinking he had to pee, he dropped his trousers and moved to grab his cock, only to find a startling lack of equipment.

In a flash, he was naked, and he groped for his penis in fear, finding a soft, flat mound of featureless skin where it once hung. Exploring lower rewarded him with discovering a moist, damp cave enwrapped by warm, fleshy folds. “N-- No…” He squeaked girlishly, shaking his head as he stared down and saw a perky pair of tits sticking from her chest.

The tension hit a breaking point, causing her to cry out and collapse to the ground, lying on her back. “This-- this isn’t right…” She squealed and moaned as her vulva quivered. Something inside of her slipped lower, and she felt her innards spread apart to accommodate the mysterious object.

"You can do it!" A feminine voice chimed. A lithe but curvy harpy purred, standing near Joseph completely nude, her wings fluttering.

"Yes… You can do it, my precious sister. I promise you'll enjoy replacing all those eggs," another similarly nude harpy purred.

“D-- Don’t look at me-- this… This isn't right…" Joseph squealed in humiliation as countless harpies formed a half circle a dozen yards from her, eagerly staring at her writhing sex. "Ahhhhh!" She arched her hips as her vaginal canal forced open, and waves of pleasure overtook her. 'I-- I have to replace the eggs… I have to-- I have to…’  She repeated as the folds at her vulva's base spread open, exposing the beginnings of a glossy white eggshell.

"Ahhhhh!" Joseph screamed, sitting up in bed as he looked around the room in a state of complete panic. His heart rate gradually calmed as he saw the early morning light shining through the curtain of the small cabin he was staying in. "It was just a dream…" He muttered, sitting up on the bed's edge. A moment later, an eyebrow raised, and he placed a hand on his throat Was his voice sounding a little high Or scratchy His neck felt softer, his Adam's apple a little less pronounced.

Panic rising, he stood and pulled the curtain open before lying in bed to inspect himself with the natural light, allowing him to view everything properly. Upon looking down, he immediately knew something was very wrong. He had lost much muscle mass and at least four or five inches of height since the previous day. To make things worse, his chest looked swollen, his nipples a deep, rosy pink. "W-- What the fuck??" He stammered, seeing his tighter waist and more pronounced hips. This was still a dream, right It had to be; there was no other explanation. His cock and balls were still intact, but they were somehow-- lower Was that even possible A trembling hand slipped between his legs, and he gripped his flaccid shaft, quickly noticing, to his horror, that it was a mere half its normal size Further prodding had him discovering his now-empty scrotum, with his testes lodged a short way up his pelvis.

Shaking his head in denial, he stood and shakily pulled on his tunic, trousers, and boots, all of which fit too loosely. Then he proceeded to stumble out the door and stagger toward the main farmhouse. "M-- Marcia!" he cried, not noticing the small trail of falling brown feathers left in his wake.

Each step caused his hips to sway in a way foreign to men, his increasingly supple ass sticking out behind. 'A curse?... An illness There has to be an explanation… There has to be.'

"What's all this screaming about?" Marcia grunted, walking out from the farmhouse as she yawned and scratched her head. "You have some nerve causing a ruckus this early after your failure earlier this week," she insisted, casting a glare on Joseph's way.

"There's-- there's something wrong with me!" Joseph shouted in response, "I woke up like this. My hips are wider-- my cock is-- fuck… Just-- my body is changing… I'm shorter. Look at me!" He flailed in panic, trying to keep himself calm.

Marcia gave him a strange look, her eyes scanning him from top to bottom. After a moment, she touched her chin and tilted her head. "Hmmmm, Nah, you're fine. You're imagining things. Get back to work," she insisted.

"What? It's not fine, I'm--"

"You're fine. There's nothing wrong. Eat a quick breakfast and start your shift so Caleb can take his leave," Marcia demanded, referring to the more disciplined watchman who watched the farm overnight.

Joseph froze in place, a strange calmness creeping through his mind. 'I'm fine… There's nothing wrong; she's right.' He mused, "Yes, I will eat and get to work," Joseph responded, nearly slurring his words as he turned and walked back to the small cabin serving as his living quarters.

As he moved closer to his home, he noticed feathers on the ground. 'How pretty… I wonder where they came from,' he thought.

A little while later, Joseph stood guard before the pasture, grunting as nausea pulsed through him. "Ergh…" He placed a hand on his stomach as his insides quivered and churned. He wasn't eating anything overly greasy or hard, just bread and fruit for breakfast. So, why did he feel so strange?

He pulled his hand away and held it up with an incredulous look. "Huh…" He wiggled his fingers and noticed how lithe his digits seemed. A strange tingling permeated his forearms as if his very bones itched. "Marcia said nothing was wrong," he reminded himself and shook his head, dropping his hands to his side as he took a few slow and steady breaths.

He thought about the chickens and eggs lost under his watch as time passed. A strong feeling of regret welled within him, nearly bringing him to tears as overwhelming waves of shame coursed through him. 'I wish I could do something to make up for this. What the hell was I thinking?' He shook his head and let out a low groan.  

He suddenly gasped, feeling an electric shock shoot through his increasingly soft and supple form. "Ahhh… Ahh…” What the hell was going on? Despite Marcia's earlier insistence, doubt and worry crept back into his psyche, digging their icy claws into his quickly beating heart. His bones ached all over, small grinding and popping sounds emanating from the greatly distraught man. 

‘N-- Nothing is wrong… Marcia said so,' he told himself, trying to repress the urge to scream and freak out Upon shifting from foot to foot, the movement caused his sensitive, engorged nipples to chafe against his top "Ergh--" he shivered, quickly sliding a hand over his chest To his horror, his pecs were noticeably softer and fuller, even more so than this morning After giving a slight squeeze, a shockwave exploded through his breast tissue, causing his crotch to ache in response while goosebumps appeared all over.

"No-- no, this isn't right," he stammered, knowing Marcia was utterly incorrect in her assessment. Without a single care of who may be watching, he slid a hand into his trousers and fondled his crotch, finding the situation far worse than earlier. His cock was even smaller, now only an inch in length, while his scrotum seemed smaller-- more taut, rather. At this point, he couldn't feel his testicles at all, even when he probed inward. His eyes widened in complete horror as a single thought tormented him: 'They're gone.'

"What are you doing?" A female voice suddenly asked.

Joseph spun around and stared wild-eyed at Marcia, who was casting him an annoyed look. "Y-- You were wrong. Something is happening to me… Please, look. My testes are gone, my chest is swelling, I'm shorter, and my voice… It's squeakier—higher… Something is terribly wrong; please, I need to see a healer. I must be cursed," he begged his legs quaking as tears formed in his eyes.

Marcia's lips curled into a slight smirk, and she glowed ever so slightly. "What do you mean? You're fine. Take a deep breath; you're imagining everything."

Joseph felt a powerful force overtake him, coming from Marcia's magically empowered words. His eyes glazed slightly, and he simply nodded. “Y-- Yes… Yes... I'm overthinking everything," he responded quietly.

When Marcia left, Joseph stared forward, watching the pasture as his fears melted away into the recesses of his mind.

The next day, Joseph woke up while still under the influence of Marcia's words. He quickly dressed, ate, and went out to start his shift. Nothing had seemingly changed since the last night, so he had surely been imagining everything. When he started to worry, a small suggestion in his head would argue, 'You're overthinking things; don't worry,' and force him to calm down.

While standing watch, a bizarre, prickly sensation consumed every fiber of his being: "Oooooh…" He moaned as his chest and crotch throbbed. When his arms began to itch, he scratched before noticing something odd. Small, brown feathers sprouted from his forearms, and his fingers seemed strangely elongated, not functioning as they should. Similarly, itchiness permeated his tailbone, and he felt something poke through, his trousers sliding down slightly in response. "What?..." He mumbled, not realizing how much higher his voice was. He held his hands up and noticed his fingers were stuck together and thinning past the wrist while brown plumage poked through his flesh.

"It looks like it's finally time," Marcia purred from behind Joseph.

He turned toward his employer, his expression equal parts glazed and confused. "What… What are you talking about?" he asked as his mind slowly cleared and allowed room for his fears and worries.

"Right this way," she said, grabbing Joseph by the wrist and leading him toward the hen houses.  

The hen house at the end was much larger than the others; had that always been there? Joseph looked around nervously, biting his lip as he obediently followed Marcia, ignoring the noticeable sway of his hips and the bouncing of his small, budding breasts. "Where… What's going on?" he asked weakly.

"Shush now," she responded with a wave of her hand. She led the dejected man up the ramp and into the large hen house. Upon entering, a large, circular nest of hay and straw was in the center, with no chickens in sight.  

Joseph looked around nervously. "Where are the chickens?" he asked in a barely audible tone. A strange compulsion urged him forward to the nest, and he stopped right in front of it.

"Don't worry about that," Marcia replied as she raised a hand and mouthed the words of a chant.

Before Joseph could reply, a silvery light enveloped him. "A-- ahh!" He gasped as his clothes disintegrated in seconds, leaving him completely nude. "W-- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" He cried in panic, trying to cover himself in desperation.

"Stand at ease and bask in the final steps of your transformation, dear," Marcia laughed, crossing her arms as she intently watched her employee.

Joseph obeyed the command and let his arms drop to his sides. “W-- Why… Why are you doing this?" He choked as tears fell from his face, unable to hide his fear despite following Marfcia's orders. His growing breasts throbbed and expanded before his eyes while the withered remains of his male junko quivered ". E-- Errrghh!" He grunted and groaned, throwing his head back as the seam of his fully taut scrotum split open, his penis receding until it was merely a head.

A painful expanding sensation racked his insides as his hips pushed further apart, and he felt something within his lower abdomen split and open downward from the mass of great tension. He looked down at his now B-cup tits with a look of befuddlement.

"I told you that I'd have a punishment for your negligence ready You will be helping me make up for all those lost chickens and eggs," Marcia curtly replied, watching the show with great amusement.

Reality fully dawned on Joseph as he lost more height, his facial features softening while feathers grew from his arms at an alarming rate. “N-- no-- please… I don't-- I don't want to be a woman-- please stop, I'm sorry-- I will work for free for a year—five years even," he begged. It was then that his fingers fully fused together, elongating as his bones fused and reshaped. He tried to wiggle his fingers but found himself instead unfurling his pseudo-wings.

"Ugghh!" He moaned as sweat formed all over his body, a set of lovely brown tailfeathers extending from above his increasingly round ass before fluttering and fanning out.

"Now, now… You're actually going to enjoy your new job. From what I hear, the sensations are quite enjoyable," Marcia teased. "Let's give you a better view, shall we?" She chanted a spell and summoned a body-length mirror before Joseph.

"No, I-- I won't--" Joseph stammered, turning his head from the mirror as he panted and moaned.

"I command you to watch," Marcia demanded. "You're becoming such a beautiful girl, Josephine. You'll make the perfect little harpy for me."

Josephine looked in horror and awe. The woman reflected had large, perky breasts, wide, child-bearing hips, and a taut, succulent stomach. Her thighs were soft and full, and her facial features were perfectly small and feminine. Her arms appeared to be wings, with feathers growing up her arms and without any visible hands. "This-- this isn't real. This can't be me," she stammered with a shake of her head, her short, fluffy brown hair flitting about. "I-- I do-- ooooh!" A painful prickling assailed her legs as the flesh starting right below her knees turned a brownish-yellow and tightened. Her toes quivered, fusing and elongating in spots as they cracked and extended outward, the remaining nails reshaping into sharp talons. 

  "N-- Nooooo--ooooh!" She screamed and moaned as she watched and felt her manhood entirely wither, her urethra sealing shut as her new clit settled amongst the forming folds of her vulva. She felt the splitting sensation within her hit a breaking point as her vagina opened up with a sticky pop, immediately followed by her new female urethra opening amidst her inner labia.

"You should lay down on your back Gently. Now, we don't want to hurt those pretty tailfeathers."

Josephine obediently laid back, being careful not to hurt herself. 'Stop-- don't listen to her… Don't let her control you.' She tried to fight but couldn't. Instead, when a painful pressure manifested below her navel, she instinctively spread her legs, exposing her moistened vulva to Marcia.

"When you feel the urge, let your instincts take over. You're a beautiful harpy maiden whose body will guide you."

What the fuck was Marcia talking about! She wanted to scream but found herself arching her hips and bearing down as if trying to push something out. “N-- No, I… I can't-- please don't… Don't…" She murmured and whimpered as she felt something hard dislodge from somewhere deep inside and start to descend.

"The first one's the hardest. Just take deep breaths and push; unlike mammalian childbirth, this process should be quite enjoyable for you," Marcia promised with a sly grin.

The full reality of Josephine's situation sunk in. Her eyes widened in horror as she involuntarily pushed, her thighs trembling as a balmy, pleasurable warmth enveloped her steamy nethers. “P-- please don’t… Don't make me lay eggs…" She begged and pleaded, tears streaming from her face. At that moment, the egg fully slipped from her uterus and entered her vaginal canal, spreading her pussy apart. The resulting sensation was something Josephine couldn't have begun to conceptualize as a man. She felt so full-- so tight, as if her insides would tear apart at any moment. Instead, her birth canal quivered and self-lubricated, stretching to accommodate the warm egg as it continued its journey downward. As Marcia suggested, the pleasurable sensations amplified, her pussy occasionally spasming as blissful waves crashed through her pelvis and lower body.  

"Ahhh-- ooooooh!" Each time she pushed, her vagina convulsed, and the egg lowered while increasingly potent orgasms racked her lithe, feminine form. She could hardly see straight as she chirped and purred, pushing and moaning as the bottom of the egg pressed through the opening.

"I see it coming. Just a little more, dear," Marcia said affectionately.

"Hnnnng!" The beautiful harpy continued to chirp and moan, unable to think straight through the euphoric, orgasmic bursts enveloping the entirety of her being. With one final push, the egg plopped out into the next, and she hit her climax "AHHHH!!!" She saw stars, her vision blurring as indescribable pleasure tore through her. She writhed and twisted, arching her shaky hips upward and back down again as her pussy hole hung agape, twitching and quivering as slick fluid dribbled out and down her thigh.

Marcia watched her precious new hen bask in the afterglow of her first egg-laying experience. 'How precious,' she mused as she walked over and knelt by Josephine, brushing her fingers through her hair. "Starting tomorrow, you'll be laying five to ten of these for me a day for the next year. Harpy eggs sell for a small fortune, so we can call your debts forgiven after that," she said teasingly.

Josephine trembled and panted, taking a few moments to fully grasp Marcia's words. As they sunk in, her eyes widened. “W-- Wait… What A year. How many eggs I-- but…" She wanted to put up a bigger protest, but something she didn't want to admit crept to the forefront of her thoughts. Would repay her debt really be so bad if it felt so damn good? There were surely worse punishments than orgasming intensely multiple times a day for a year, right?

Marcia watched Josephine's cheeks flush as the harpy's body language turned bashful. "That's what I thought."