Her Head

One thing he's always wanted to do was make a hybrid. He clicked his fingers and watches as her head, miniscule against the mountains of her shoulders, bubbles and begins to morph.

First, her mouth begins to distend, her lips becoming long and hard and fusing with her nose as it stretched out into a hard, triangular shape. In no time at all, her mouth and nose had transformed to a yellow, hooked beak.

Next to go were her eyes. They began to move across her face to the sides of her head, where her ears would have been had they not shrunk down to holes that had sunk into her head. Her eyes became small and startlingly yellow, the same colour as her beak.

The final transformation was the rest of her head. Her skull rounded, and the skin began to bristle with what looked like goosebumps. But soon, each bump had grown larger until quills were pushing through her skin, bigger and bigger until her head was covered in white feathers, with a strip of brown like a collar around her neck. Her head had become that of a bald eagle!

And if there's one thing eagles are known for, it's their eyesight.

Her head snapped towards him, glaring at him through the window, staring through his lacy curtains and straight at his face. He gasped. Just being under her gaze made him swoon.

Eyes still locked on him, the eagle-girl easily put one of her ham-sized fists through the window and climbed through the jagged hole it left. Her skin was too tough for the broken glass to even leave a scratch. With an enormous amount of ****, she launched herself from her window, flew right across the roof of the neighbouring house, and crashed through his window, tackling him to the floor in the process.

Pinned to the ground, he felt his cock stiffen at the sight of the heaving beast on top of him, and the powerful muscles that locked him in place. She growled at him.

"Did you do this to me?"