You're at a bar for drinks after starting to feel ill and undergoing some rather strange physical changes. When a gorgeous wolf girl insists she can help you and takes you home with her, your every instinct screams for you to trust her and listen; she has your best interests in mind. (MTF fox girl with a drawn-out TF, lesbian sexy stuff, and a happy ending. Good vibes in this one!)


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You grunt and brush the sweat from your brow as you sit at the counter of a questionable bar. Over the last week, strange symptoms have assailed you, causing you to lose some weight and facial hair, and experience strange aches throughout your body. Your doctor said you likely just had a flu of some kind and prescribed medicine, though he didn't seem confident in his proclamation.

"Excuse me. You look like you've had a rough week; mind if I join you?" A female voice to your side chimes.

You turn and your eyes suddenly widen upon seeing such a gorgeous woman. She has tanned skin, piercing amber eyes, and ruddy red-brown hair pulled into a high ponytail with adorable bangs that framed her face perfectly. Most strikingly were her high-set canine ears and fluffy tail, giving her a wolf-like appearance. Demi-humans were quite rare, and this one was exceptionally gorgeous.

"I'm guessing that means there are no complaints," she says with a wide grin that shows her fangs before taking a seat next to you while adjusting the hem of her flirty red sundress.

"I-- I suppose not," you stammer in response, blushing as the woman's floral scent fills the air. You take a swig of your beer and set the empty cup down. "Was there something I can do for you?"

"Have you been feeling unwell?" She asked innocently. "Losing weight, strange aches and pains, and other strange changes perhaps? Oh-- I'm Amelia, by the way."

You blink and cast her an incredulous look. "Yeah. How the heck do you know that?" You demand, growing suspicious.

"I've been through it, too. I can help you if you let me," she insists, scooching closer. "If you come home with me, I can explain everything," she said warmly, flashing a flirty smile.

You open your mouth to protest, but no words come out. Was she serious? Could you trust her? Your instincts screamed for you to go with her; you sensed no danger. "W-- What? Err...  Yeah, if you want me to," you meekly reply, unable to stop admiring her curves and smooth, blemish-free skin.

Within an hour, you find yourself walking into a strange apartment after you let the mysterious woman drive you to her home. You glance around, noticing the feminine sense of decor and cleanliness, with cute plushes tastefully placed on tables and shelves. "Nice place you have he-- ahhh!" You gasp suddenly as your insides quiver and churn. A small ball of pressure throbs beneath your navel, but it doesn't feel like you have to use the bathroom.  'What the hell is happening to me?' You grunt, shakily sitting on the couch while wrapping your arms over your abdomen.

"You poor thing," Amelia purrs, sitting next to you as she puts a hand on your shoulder. "It's annoying to wait for this specific affliction to pass naturally. It could be weeks before the changes are finalized."  

What the hell is she talking about? You grimace from the nausea and bizarre sensations while looking up at Amelia from your hunched position. "Changes? What?" You start growing concerned.

"I was infected, too. It does get easier...  You feel at ease around me, right? That's because we're kin and you instinctively know you can trust me," Amelia insists.  

Before you can protest, she stands and takes your hands, urging you to your feet. She lets go of one and pulls you down the hall with the other. "This way; I'm going to help you, okay?"

"But, I-- okay..." You stammer, eyeing the shape of Amelia's back curve, wide hips, and well-proportioned ass. The way her tail moves only adds to her allure.

She pushes a door open at the end of the hall and pulls you into her bedroom, where a large bed full of blankets, pillows, and cute plush toys lays before you. Similar to the rest of the abode, her room is decorated in a feminine manner. "Here," she chimes, urging you to sit on the bed before gently pushing you onto your back.

A throb of arousal courses through your cock as adrenaline surges through you. You know you should find the situation suspicious, but you're unable to repress the primal voice in your head urging you to trust the gorgeous, tan wolf girl. "W-- What's happening to me?" You ask weakly, looking at her with fear.

"No one is sure where our affliction comes from, and it's quite rare," Amelia gently states, crawling into bed as she sits on your hips, her dress riding up so you can see her milky thighs. "I can smell your changing hormones and I can see where your facial hair is thinning. That means we're kin...  There's no reason for you to go through a drawn-out transition like I did; not when I now know how to circumvent that little problem."

You open your mouth to protest and ask more questions, but can only gasp and shiver as pure arousal surges through you, your organs and bones spasming within. You feel her warmth and smell her sweet fragrance as questions swirl in your head. "What does tha-- ahhh!"

Your words cut off when she leans in and bites down on your neck, giving you a gentle nip while she slides a hand under your shirt and runs her fingers over your bare skin. Without warning, she presses her lips against yours and slips her hand lower, dipping them into your waistband. Your cock springs to life, tightening within its fabric confines while a voice in the back of your head demands you give into her. What is she talking about? What affliction? What are you turning into? You want to ask, but can only clutch the sheets as her fingers slip into your boxers and brush up on the base of your semi-erect member.

"Engaging in sexual acts speeds up the transformation. Instead of taking weeks, you'll take on your true form by the evening's end," Amelia promises, sliding off of your hips and removing her hand from your turgid shaft. A second later, she's unbuttoning your pants and sliding them past your ankles.

You want to make love to her-- to be pleasured by her. You believe what she says about your true form. No matter how confused you may be, you sense the truth in her words; if you give into Amelia's lustful actions, you will most assuredly save yourself weeks of grief. "F-- Fuck..." You gasp in disbelief as she eagerly rips your boxers off and tosses them aside. She smiles wide, flashing a cheeky grin before making a move for your shirt. In response, you adjust so she can remove the garment more easily.

"You'll enjoy your new self. There's no chance you won't be beautiful," she promises, stripping from her dress to stand before you in lacy red lingerie. Before you can respond, she leans in and kisses you lustfully while tightening her fingers around your cock's base, squeezing ever so slightly as she inches her fingers over the full length.

"Ahhhh!" You moan as pleasurable waves course through your genitals.  Your hips creak and your chest erupts with fuzzy warmth, followed by a distinct inflating sensation.  Glancing down, you notice your pecs have become slightly more pronounced, your nipples hard and pink. All the while, your chest hair thins and falls out while your hips appear unnaturally pronounced.

You moan and involuntarily push your hips against her lithe, skilled fingers, moving your head to the side as she kisses and nips your neck and shoulder. You clearly feel your body gradually change, your innards rearranging as your muscles soften and slowly melt away. You can't think straight amidst the shocks of pleasure pulsing through your turgid length, but you're fairly sure you're also losing weight and getting shorter.

"Relax and enjoy yourself. I want this experience to be positive and magical for you," Amelia insists. She moves lower and presses her tongue against your erection while still grasping the base in her hand.

"Ahhhh!" You squeal, your voice climbing a couple of octaves while your chest aches and expands further, appearing more like A-cup breasts than anything remotely masculine. The pressure beneath your navel intensifies and you feel something within you grow. All the while, blissful waves cascade through your sex, followed by an almost uncomfortable tightness within your testes. "I-- I'm..." You pant and writhe, watching with mixed awe and horror as a noticeable set of tits grows before your eyes. "Turning-- turning into a girl," you gasp in disbelief, your voice heightening in pitch while your facial features soften and shrink, becoming decidedly more feminine. How can this be? Why aren't you terrified?

"A demi girl like me, yes," Amelia purrs before taking your cock into her mouth, sucking and pumping as her tail flicks about wildly.

"I-- I do-- ooooh!" You squeal as your testicles ascend into your widening pelvis, 

overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm. Sticky seed shoots from your length while Amelia eagerly slurps it up, not wasting a single drop.

"That's right... Let's empty you properly," she says with a sultry inflection, sucking and rubbing harder.

After climaxing, you expect to hit your refractory period; you'll surely need a break after cumming so hard, right? Instead, the pressure gradually mounts, building toward something even more intense. Staring downward between labored pants, you see your body becoming more unrecognizable by the second. Your waist has become tight and narrow, with your hips and ass plumping outward to give you a perfectly feminine shape. In addition, your genitals have lowered on your pelvis.

How is this possible? Are you truly going to be a beast girl from now on? Shouldn't you be panicking or freaking out? Instead, you feel an overwhelming torrent of lust and excitement swirling within you, your new breasts pushing past the C-cup range. As another potent orgasm erupts, you feel a distinct tearing sensation where your scrotum should be; it isn't painful in any way, but you clearly feel the skin split as your crotch quivers and writhes indescribably.

"I-- I'm going-- to have a pussy?" You squeak in shock before touching your throat in response to your girlish voice. Your throat is soft with no discernable Adam's apple. Your hand is small and dainty, affixed to a soft, womanly arm.

"It's coming in nicely," Amelia promises. "Your vulva is taking shape; that sensation you feel now is your labia forming. Try not to panic, but your dick will soon be no more than a fleshy pink nub," she insists.

As she sucks your dick, you feel her needing to move her head less and less as the seconds pass. As your dick shrinks and withers, there is less for her to engulf with her warm, moist mouth. You manage to look past your still-growing tits and see a mere two-inch penis situated lower on your pelvis than it should have been. "N-- No, I--" you start to protest when your vagina suddenly pops open.

"Eeep!" You squeal as your pussy hole throbs and oozes viscous lubricant into your quickly forming folds. Amelia leans in close and shifts to using her tongue to pleasure and tease your soon-to-be clit. There's no longer enough there for her to fully take into her mouth.  'I'm a girl-- a woman-- is this real?'  Your mind races when another orgasm cascades through you. The pleasure feels different now-- more all-consuming as your crotch lights up with a moist, tingling fuzziness that urges you to grind your hips.  

"There we go," Amelia says innocently, watching as your dick recedes into your inner labia, nestling within a fleshy hood.  

By now, your pussy is nearly complete, with your urethra opening up and your testes becoming a set of ovaries to accompany your womb. Your tailbone and head tingle as a fluffy light tan tail bursts forth, causing you to jut your hips upward to make room.  All the while, a similarly colored set of high-set, pointed fox ears pops out atop your head.

Your new vulva spasms, consumed by a mind-numbing orgasm; one that was your last for the night, but the first of many to come in your new, perfectly formed vixen body.

You lay panting, left in a state of complete shock and disbelief as you squirm and glance down. You see your supple breasts poking from your chest, your wide hips, toned tummy, and tight waist. Most foreign is the flat, featureless mound of flesh where your cock and balls once hung. Instead, the shape of your hips forms a sensual, feminine V-line leading down to a slight cleft that marks the apex of your new sex. Was this real? Was this really happening? To make things even more baffling, you see your new tail sticking out from under you and involuntarily swishing back and forth.

Amelia curls against you and kisses your neck before nestling close. "I always wished I could have changed quickly like this. I couldn't bear the thought of one of my kin having to go through weeks of uncertainty while slowly transitioning to her new form," she said warmly, giving her neck a slight nip.

You shiver and blush badly, completely overwhelmed by strange feelings and powerful emotions. You know she's right; it would have been torture to go through such a thing slowly, especially without knowing what was happening.  'A girl, huh?' You push your legs together, finding the lack of resistance from external genitals quite odd. Despite your reservations, you can't help but notice how beautifully shaped you are, with a womanly figure, soft, flawless skin, and long, graceful legs. Is it so awful? There are surely worse things than being a gorgeous woman with cute animal traits.

"I-- err..." You stutter, trying to compose your thoughts. "D-- Do I look okay? Will you help me adjust to this?" You ask pleadingly, unsure of whether you'll be able to get through the next weeks with your sanity intact if Amelia isn't there to help.

"You're gorgeous," Amelia promises. "And, I won't leave your side... We are kin and I feel a connection with you, just as I'm sure you do. I have much to teach you and I'm confident you'll enjoy every step," she assured with a slight giggle.

You take a soft breath and close your eyes, shifting as nestle close to Amelia.  Despite the tumultuous evening you've had, you feel a swelling of giddy optimism.  The coming weeks are sure to be full of exciting new experiences.