You've come to terms with the fact the great goddess Garuda wishes to bless you and make you into her champion. What will being female be like Being a harpy who lays eggs? I suppose you'll simply have to find out. (MTF harpy caption with egg-laying/consensual TF)

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Story Text:


You stand nude under the full moon, wind blowing through the grass of the field that surrounds you. Despite your initial reservations, you came to terms with the new role given to you by Garuda, the harpy goddess. You will accept her blessing and become her champion after spending years protecting her clan.

A high priestess stands nearby as the transformation starts. You shudder and low moan as your organs quiver and churn, your bones quickly cracking and popping as you rapidly lose height. What will being female be like? Being a harpy-- laying eggs?  

You moan as your facial bones soften and your features slowly become distinctly feminine. Your chest itches and swells, your pecs quickly expanding as your nipples thicken and take on a rosy color. "F-- Fuck..." You mutter, staring down in awe as your new breasts grow.

All the while, your hips push outward in tandem with your tightening waist. The pressure of a growing womb manifests beneath your navel and your crotch tightens and tingles with the bizarre sensation of your testes ascending into your pelvis. "Ugh..." You groan, your voice climbing a few octaves. You shakily feel between your legs, experiencing mixed dread and awe as your cock withers away and your taut scrotum splits, the labia of your new vulva taking shape.

As feathers grow from your arms and new tail feathers sprout and fan out from your increasingly padded backside, the priestess approaches and offers gentle words while helping you to the ground and onto your back.

As your wings take shape and your legs reform into talons, your first egg forms within your womb. You let out a girlish cry as your vagina and new urethra take shape, your birth canal quickly lubricating as you instinctively bear down. The sensation of an egg descending from your womb and into your pussy is indescribable; you're filled with an overwhelming, tense pleasure as the priestess talks you through the process.

'H-- How embarrassing...' You whine to yourself as you moan and tremble, pushing harder as the tip of the egg pokes through your moist folds. Your wings flutter as a powerful orgasm consumes you. "Mmm-- aaahhhh" You let forth a shrill cry as the egg exits and plops to the ground beneath your pelvis, leaving you quivering and panting while your vagina repeatedly clenches and unclenches.

As the high priestess comforts you, a million thoughts race through your head. Will you make the goddess proud? Can you live like this? Despite your apprehension, you can't help but feel that if egg-laying always feels this good, maybe your new life won't be so bad.