Grey was so disturbed by the receding sensation between his legs that it took him a few long seconds to process what Aria had said. He turned his eyes toward her with a look of disbelief. “I-- I will be a kitsune? Inari’s followers are all women. I couldn’t possibly be…” The realization struck him like a massive boulder thrown by a hill giant.
He quickly stood and wobbled, feeling off-balance as his center of gravity changed. His hand darted between his legs, groping at his genitals through his pants without a single care that Aria was sitting before him. Even through the fabric, he felt his cock shriveled and was only half the size as before. Further probing of his scrotum led to the horrifying discovery of a loose sack of skin that held nothing. “N-- No!!” He cried out in terror.
Aria stood and wrapped her arms around Grey. “I am sorry… It’s true. You will soon be a kitsune and a woman like the others here. There will be much to learn, but you will know safety, warmth, peace, and happiness. I promise you this.”
Grey trembled, unable to properly form words as his insides convulsed and churned. He felt every inch of lost height as she shrank while her hips and rear forcefully reshaped into something much more fertile and feminine. “I-- I don’t want to be a woman!” He pleaded with a shake of his head. Even then, he thought fondly of the fox girls playing and tending their shrine duties. Surely, they bathed together and spent much time laughing within the peaceful shrine. Why was the concept of this new life so unexpectedly appealing?
“I won’t pretend to fully understand the whims of Inari despite being one of the three head priestesses here at the VIxen Veil shrine,” Aria warmly replied while Grey stared dumbfounded. “This is my private quarters; you will soon have your own.” Her words were gently and carefully spoken. She then firmly grasped Grey’s hand. “Come with me; we’ll go somewhere you can finish your transformation more comfortably.”
Grey intrinsically understood her life was changing rapidly and that there would be no escaping her fate. As she followed Aria out the back entrance, her chest continued to swell, uncomfortably chafing upon her leather tunic. As her ass rounded out and fattened, her pants clung uncomfortably. “Errgh…” She groaned as the feminine folds betwixt her thighs quivered and took shape. As her womb finished forming, she felt an opening form at its base and descend, causing her loins and pelvis to ache. ‘Holy shit-- that’s-- my womb… My damned pussy-- this isn’t real,’ she internally protested. With her shape still changing, her pants rode lower, allowing her silvery-white fox tail to spring forth and frantically swish despite still remaining on the stubbier side.