On the streets of Tbilisi...
On the drawing (in Georgian):
(1) Boy, you are amazing! I need more of you!!!
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One day, a tourist came to Georgia. Since it was his favourite vacation destination, he had since long learned the basics of local language. Today, wandering aimlessly through the Tbilisi streets, that were curiously empty at this time of the day (sun almost in zenith, sky cloudless), he came across a peculiar sight – these were three, almost identical female anthro puffins, all skimpy dressed, smiling at him alluringly. He was sure they are foreign, but than they approached him swaying their hips. One, with especially sparking dark eyes, bent down her knees a little, tracing her wing slowly across his chest, now excitingly heaving, addressing him in Georgian, with visibly native accent. He was simply astonished and started to ask them rather importunate questions about their origin. They all giggled in response, like one organism, explaining that they are native sisters, all working as whores. Their names were: Tamara, Eleni and Nino. They also told him their surname – Satnoshvili, which made him immediately smiling with irony. “Satnoshvili" – that means “offspring of a virtuous man". How much of a virtue can a streetwalker have? Well, after all, they were so nice, so beautiful… Those hips, that gracious movements, beaks shining with colors like metal helmets and feathers like polished ceramic. He had so spare money so he decided to have some fun with them, not asking even about the price. The once that addressed him first – called Nino – led him to an even less frequent street.
There, Nino started to undress his pants, loosening his belt, her eyes still fixed on her future client. He was already so aroused that his pants were barely containing him. She truly surprised him by wanting just one lari for a beakjob. That was extremely low, not even half of a dollar! With one movement she removed his underwear, his erected cock sprang out like a pocket knife. She knelt, supporting herself on her wings, and started to nuzzle his dick with her beak and breath, causing him immediately to sigh with pleasure. It was just so visible that she enjoyed him being pleased and this eagerness made him even twice as aroused as before.
It was simply amazing, as his cock was sliding between her smooth mandibles, than sinking into her soft, moist throat! Her back straight, wings and shoulders aligned, head bobbing constantly and pomping like a divine machine of pleasure. She was still slowing and speeding in turns to make the stimulation more intense and unpredictable, thus completely possessing his senses with her unparalleled skillfulness and devotion. She truly loved her work, avian prostitute was not just her profession, but her passion and entire identity! But also, he couldn't get rid of a feeling that deep in those eyes that was still walking up at him… Was also something sinister… As if she wanted to take control over him…
And than, something strange become to happen. It began from the scrotum – strange, peculiar tingling, like some tattoe niddles nibbling at his skin. He noticed with surprise that black feathers started to grow on his skin, creating patches that were expanding upward and downward. He panicked, asked her to stop; she didn't respond but just continued to pleasure him with the same smile, pearly saliva mixed with his precum dripping from pressure from her beak corners; He felt some strange weakness in his arms and they started to transform, flatten… At this point he was determined to push her out. He started to punch her, yelling and ordering her to stop, but even as his fists were falling like hail onto her face and beak, she still continued to suck him off, observing him with feminine devotion.
An unusual power spread from her beak, entering his body through his scrotum, than flooding his every muscles, pillaging his cells and remoddeling his every feature. A feminine force was dynamically conquering and annihilating his masculinity in every corner of his body. His shoulders narrowed, hips widened, face prolongated, swell, teeth mingled in one, than taking colours and becoming a beak. His eyes floated to the opposite sides of his head and feathers covered the skin's entirety. A par of huge tits rapidly grew on his chest, shaking and swaying, butt expanded, becoming round and juicy, and finally the air instead of being ripped by masculine, rough shouts of protests, suddenly filled with melodious, feminine moans that had something from a bird's mating chirping.
He became a female puffin, almost identical to Nino, but strangely, he didn't mind it, but just gave all of herself (since he was now a “she" it was useless to say “himself) to kissing her. Their flexible tongues were intertwining and penetrating each other's beaks like two snakes fighting with each other, eyes like two tunnels connected by an invisible line.
Eleni and Tamara approached them, observing their passion from the corner. They felt a bit sentimental and Tamara asked Eleni if she still remembered the they she had change her from a man into a female puffin. Eleni affirmed with a smile that she was remembering every second of that past transformation and she would never want it to happen other way…
Suddenly, a high concentration of feminine power exploded inside the recently transformed's body, striking her with pleasure she had never experienced before. She arched her back in ecstasy, sticking out her wide, feathery butt and catching herself sexily by her hips, whispering that she feels hunger; hunger for men and sperm; She was ready to hunt for knew males…
Right after, the puffin siblings explained all to the transformed one. In reality, they weren't even related. It was the Tamara that was the original puffin. Then she met a handsome man and turned him, using her magic, into the next puffin girl she called Eleni. Than, Eleni found another male prey and that was the origin story of Nino; now Nino prolongated that little puffin “dynasty" by changing him. The three sisters now gave her knew name – Darajani, meaning a “matchless".
The sisters slowly introduced Darajani into their daily work, how to advertise her own body, the whole art of seducing and flirting with a male in order to make him their client and earn some cash. The sisters weren't changing all the males into new puffin sex workers. The overwhelming majority was just served sexually in different ways, as was the case with normal prostitutes. But once in a year, there was a need to find that one, exceptional client that was to be transformed. It was now the Darajani's duty to find one.
Making use of Darajani's appearance, the three puffins decided to make four-month long vacation from her work, thus burdening Darajani with all the maintenance costs. In result, she had to serve her male clients four times more than a usual whore would do in order to earn the livings for the other puffin girls
She was exhausted but she didn't want to let her sisters down. Her former life as a male was just a distant, unreal memory like a ghost on the end of a dark tunnel. Now all her existence was filled with constant, unquenchable lust and limitless obedience for the ones that had given her that new life.