FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Once again Emily approached the box with the excitement of a child on December 25th, a suitable feeling given the frosty weather she had to endure for that short trip to her mail box. Hoping to the utmost extent that the package she oh so desired would not disappoint her another day. So much so, that she failed to insert the key into that small metallic postbox several times, before forcing herself to steady her hand as impatience was doing her no good.

The postman today was forty minutes late, forty painful minutes of trembling anticipation and cold sweat. Emily was addicted you see, she admitted it to herself. And only to herself. Lest she lose her name on the testers list, the list she worked so hard to prove she was a suitable candidate for. The product samples Emily was testing weren't medically addictive, but for those who truly appreciated them; there was no substitute worth taking or long period worth waiting.

So Emily braced herself, braced for joy or despair, as she turned that key and unlocked the metallic box. Bills, junk mail, and joy. Joy was in her post box! Her expression melted into one more fitting for her uplifted mood, before grabbing the package and running back inside, not even bothering to close the box or bring the rest of her mail inside. It was good that she lived in such a remote area, leaving her post box open to the wilderness like that. But some observers would probably become even more suspicious, seeing her race inside with that little package, followed by the hasty closing of curtains and locking of windows shortly after.

She was alone now, sealed off from the rest of the world. Just her and her joy, in the unmistakable package design that housed the treasure she desired so deeply. But despite her previous impatience, it was time to relax. Time to unwind from long weeks of yearning and enjoy the latest sample they had sent her.

Carrying the package upstairs to the bedroom, Emily lay it on the soft sheets of her bed; before turning to the mirrored wardrobe and opening it. She then began searching through her cloths, pushing design after design from one end to the other, all while maintaining that grin she first wore when she received her treasure. The cold sweat had gone away, replaced with a warm calm and pleasing mood. It wouldn't be much longer now.

She continued to browse through her collection, seeming to not pay much attention to individual outfits. Emily already knew what she was looking for, but wasn't quite sure where she had stashed it. Until finally, there it was, probably the most cheap and crudely made outfit in her collection. Again it was probably good that Emily was alone, as if she was browsing for what to wear on a night out; a present friend might have thought her quite mad for picking that rag. But there was a method to her madness, and Emily thought it would do quite nicely when she saw it laying around in a garage sale. A fixer upper they called it, no need for that.

Laying the outfit next to her treasure on the bed, Emily began to remove her present clothing. First pulling the thick jumper over her head, before removing her pants and revealing the rather provocative underwear underneath. Worn for her own pleasure of course. But she didn't stop there, continuing to strip down to full nudity, discarding her remaining cloth to the floor. She stood there, looking at herself in the large mirror spanning a wall of her room. There was something about her form that she appeared to be admiring, but it wasn't so much what was in front of her, but the possibilities that appeared to be going through her mind.

Finally, Emily's attention returned to the outfit that had seen better days, creased and laying across her bed. Picking it up, Emily simply stepped into it and pulled it up over herself. Across her legs and feminine curves, across her lean stomach and over her youthful breasts, before keeping it in place with two straps over her shoulders. It was black and thin, flexible, tight around the waist; and a short skirt just longer than covering her private area. Certainly something you wouldn't wear solely on its own, definitely something you wouldn't dream of wearing without underwear, through fear of showing off something inappropriate with every step and the odd gust of wind. But in the privacy of her home, for her needs, it would do.

Now her attention focused on her treasure, her joy, the package she had waited so long for. Emily gave it a look most women would reserve for enticing a male, before getting on her knees before the bed, offering a quite inappropriate view of her backside and privates in the mirror behind. Not that it mattered, not that she cared, Emily was all alone and intended to spend the rest of the day that way. It was just her and the small package, just how she would want it.

The package was finally ripped open, and its contents were emptied onto the blanket. Given everything that had occurred previously, an observer may expect some sort of sex toy to appear on the bed. A women looking forward to a private time with the latest in experimental self stimulation. They would have been surprised to see such a small item fall out, followed by a few documents. But the insignificant size of the item did not appear to deter her good mood, in fact her excitement appeared to grow.

The documents were of no interest to her. They were quickly discarded off the side of the bed to make room for herself and the small item she was now holding. Again, Emily's cheap outfit offering little protection against the exposure of her most private area. Not that she cared to cover them up as she lay there, looking at the wrapper housing the item of her desire. The cover was quickly discarded, revealing a tiny disposable syringe which she held between her fingers.

Emily looked at it for a few moments, curious eyes inspecting the strange green liquid within. Her body was trembling a little, despite the calm of her face. Whatever was going through her mind, Emily's flesh certainly was excited at what was about to come. Every muscle, every cell appearing to recall what such an item brings and craving it now. Her lips returned to a smile and she complied, injecting the chemical with speed and efficiency that showed she had done this many times before.

Syringe discarded to a near by drawer, Emily closed her eyes and let out a tight lipped sigh as she felt the strong chemical spread throughout her system. Moments pass and it already appears to have an effect, her face turning to elation as wandering hands explored the sensitivity of whatever skin they could find. Restless hands that explored until they found the most stimulating and private areas, eyes staying tightly shut, enabling her mind to concentrate on those delightfully unusual feelings rippling across her body.

Yet, she couldn't keep them closed as one of her hands ventured further downward and felt across something unusual. Something so different that Emily's eyes opened and the movement of her hands stopped in their tracks, something that widened the smile on her lips. She ceased her self stimulation and rolled onto all fours, observing herself in the large mirror across the nearby wall. Emily then reached back and withdrew her skirt, revealing more of her feminine posterior. All looked as it should be down there. But as she drew the skirt back further, something quite unusual was revealed.

Above her buttocks, at the end of her spine, something quite inhuman was forming. Her tail bone was no longer hidden, but enlarged in mass; and quickly getting larger. Abandoning the skirt, Emily's hand reach back and felt over this growing abnormality. As it grew, she managed to wrap her hand around it. Holding it there as she felt it pushing its way through, gradually parting her grip as its larger mass demanding more room. Until finally a small tip could be seen at the other end of her grasp, and it continued its lengthening; free from her restriction.

Emily was growing a tail.

To say most people would be concerned at this sight would be an considerable understatement, but Emily gazed at her reflection with an unfathomable delight. What first appeared to be a junkie taking their next hit, was her trying out the latest in mutagen product. But to say the two were completely different may be a mistake. As anyone observing Emily's sheer enjoyment at experiencing and witnessing her altering form, could get the impression that she was enjoying this a little too much.

That tail continued to grow, and as pleased as Emily was to see it do so; she wanted to do more than simply change. Emily had done this often enough that she developed a few games to maximize her enjoyment, and enjoying her transition was something she had every intent of doing. So she pulled the skirt back over her backside and growing limb, returning her hand to the bed; and simply observing her reflection. Although she couldn't see the tail itself, she could see its presence under the fabric of her skirt. The way the cloth took on the shape of her behind, with this long and thickening shape snaking its down down the centre.

Emily could feel the new limb pulsate with its first tastes of her blood. Muscle mass flowing from herself in waves that coated the lengthening bones under her skin, each wave making it that little longer and thicker. The thickest part of the tail, the base, incorporating the surrounding skin into itself. As it continued its invasion of the area, establishing its presence between her buttocks, getting stronger and stiffer. Emily observed with anticipation as the skirt began to rise behind her, the tail brushing against its texture as it pushed further forward. Textures she was experiencing for herself in ways she couldn't before.

Finally a tip became visible, edging forward from under the skirt and testing the warm surrounding air for itself, escaping the cloth through its own length. In her own way, Emily was bringing the new limb into the world. Now, she would make its presence known. Relying on previous experiences, Emily ordered that tail up, and up it did go. It curved high under its own strength, and the skirt fell towards her lower back. Revealing a long, thick, human skinned tail. It's length about that of her elbow to the tip of her longest finger, and still growing. She admired that reflection, Emily loved it, if only she could have it more often.

Her attention was then drawn elsewhere, looking back over her tail; and to the undersides of her feet laying behind her. The feet ached for a few moments, before seeming to break free of their shape with a loud crunching noise; and beginning to grow. Her toes began lengthening considerably, stretching outward from her feet and extending across the bed. Pulsating as Emily's blood flow extended across their new length. Her toe nails felt as if they were stiffening, hardening, before spiking up to form gradually darkening claws.

Emily had never experience such long toes before, and they didn't appear to be slowing down their development. Her foot widened to enable the toes to spread across a large surface area. Toes and nails fusing more than typical of a mammal, to create reptilian claws. They were unusual, and Emily certainly appreciated the feeling of new limbs and shapes than she hadn't previously been able to enjoy. But as alien as this was, her attention once again returned to the limb which no human could naturally experience. This thickening, lengthening tail Emily found such delight in flexing and swishing. A limb she had always appreciated, particularly now; given the considerable size this one appeared to offer.

Once again Emily's hand explored to the base of the tail, pushing under the skirt; and to her new limb. She stroked back and forth, between her lower back and where it now simply continued to the tails length. A transition that felt perfectly natural, as if it was always there. She stopped and followed the tail downward, having difficulty distinguishing where her buttocks still were and where the tail began, judging its thickness by again grasping around its based. Only this time Emily's hand no longer fit around it, and increasingly less so; as it continued to pulse with increasing mass.

Letting go, she then explored the tails underside. Having to reach back further than she thought she would at this point in order to get under it. Instead finding it better to approach it from under herself, reaching past her privates and to the new limb behind. The tails development had reached a point where it had now incorporated her anus. She could feel the bulge of the tail before reaching it, and it had moved a little way from her and onto the tail. Despite Emily's previous experiences, she hadn't experienced a tail quite like this before. She observed it in the mirror to find it longer than any human limb, and it didn't appear to be stopping. It reached across the room, hanging over the end of her bed. Considerably heavy in weight now, but strong enough to be held high and stiff of Emily's own command.

She always enjoyed feeling new traits for herself, and this one was no different. The claws and tails of previous forms she took, but taken to a level she hadn't previously experienced. So long were her toes, so thick that tail.

The tail continued to bulge, more rapidly than before. Emily's hand remained back there, but was displaced downward as the tails base continued to consume more of her backside. A sensation she quite enjoyed, but one that was trumped by the feeling of tail mass bulging into her privates. A mild groan filled the room as an already stimulated genitalia was enlarged and stretched to become part of Emily's new limb. Genital lips lightly brushing over fingertips as it moulded its shape to be more suited for the magnificent tail she now bare. Before mass continued between her legs, forcing Emily's hips wider, and flowed into her crotch.

She found herself having to adjust her legs wider, and then wider again as her pelvis felt as if it was opening up. More mass flowed between Emily's legs to fill the vacuum of space left between them, seemingly gushing forth from the tail which had now consumed her entire backside; and appeared hungry for more. However much Emily widened herself, it never felt quite enough. Looking past her skirt from under herself, Emily watched as her crotch bulged and widened, the tails thick base coming into view as it further integrated with her and smoothed the area into a seamless flow from her front to the tail. Where her private area ended and the tail began was becoming difficult to distinguish.

Emily's legs demanding to part even wider was just too much for her to bare, rolling onto her back so that she may enjoy the change; without the concern of maintaining her position. The sheer weight of the tail dominating her movements, and forcing her down onto the bed quicker than Emily intended. The mass continued to ripple upwards across her front, causing Emily's underside to bulge in some places while smoothing out in others. As if everything was adjusting to be at the same level. Her hips bulged with new muscle as they spaced themselves inhumanly wide to either side of her body, strengthening their new positions, leaving a large smooth underbelly running down to an exceptionally thick tail; without any interruption in the flow.

As the curve of her waist began to expand outward in line with the rest of her, it was at that point Emily decided that her outfit had long lived any fun it had to offer. It was flexible, but it wasn't built for the curve-less form she was now taking, and was feeling tighter by the second. Leaning forward as much as her developing shape would allow, her tail rising to compensate, she pulled on the skirt and lifted it over her head. Her waist all but disappeared as the cloth was removed, as new skin and alien muscles filled the space.

Looking down there, Emily could truly appreciate the extent in which her feet had changed. Being large and alien. Toes half the length of her arm, maybe even longer, tipped with strong dark claws. Stubby thick legs were at the sides of her body, instead of under it where they belonged. They squirmed in the air as she tried to get a feel for their movements, understanding at this point that they weren't designed for two legged movement; and appeared incapable of closing to hide her genital area. She was amused at how flat her underside had become, nothing but a pair of breasts blocking view of its full length, without a distinguishable bump to speak of.

Pressure from the base of her tail now felt as if it had reversed, firing upward along Emily's back. Clicking bones married with clear internal spinal movements now dominated what she was feeling, as each sound and internal shift was met with a slight lengthening of Emily's torso. Her body pushed downward along the length of the bed, the tail being pushed further up the beds end and curving through the air back towards her.

She wasn't just becoming longer, but her spine was taking on a new curve, which was undoubtedly more suited for a four legged pose. Reinforcing what she had previously expected from the positions of her legs. Despite lying down on her back, the new curve of her spine was lifting her lower body. She watched as the stubby legs dangling either side of her rose that little higher, becoming more the case as her longer body and tail pushed against the short wall at the end of her bed.

Emily watched in amazement as her tail rose before her, giving the opportunity to play with its end as it approached. Taking delight in the sensations running along its length, reminding herself that this alien limb was her own. More popping noises as she felt her rib cage extend downward, the bones seeming to rub against loose surrounding flesh as they made their way. Curiously, she could feel new ribs forming down the length of her body, curving around her abdomen and reinforcing its new shape. Her waist that had disappeared into flabby skin was now strong and lean, the featureless flow of her torso bulging wider before settling in a distinctive curve. All that remained loose was the underbelly before her, the youthful breasts Emily wore being the only remaining feminine feature that betrayed the gender of her torso.

Gradually the feeling of growth left her back, and her body appeared to stop lengthening. What she observed of herself was looking familiar. There was no waist, no human curves to speak of. A long thick and mighty tail dominated her lower half, and it flowed into a crotch that was barley distinguishable from the tails base and her smooth belly, which now lacked a belly button or any other distinguishing features. Only thick and tight genital lips betrayed her private area's location and gender.

And as bizarre as she now looked, lacking feminine curvature and bearing such alien anatomy, Emily didn't mind at all. It wasn't about beauty, it wasn't about what was practical. It was all about the change, and the delightful sensations and experiences that it brought her.

Emily was now just laying on her bed, looking down across her bizarre body. Over her breasts, down her featureless underbelly, over her unusual crotch and down her ludicrously long tail. Perhaps it would have been best to remove the end of the bed prior to injection, as her tail was curved against it and drooping over head. Tough this gave her an interesting idea, and as she pushed the tail down against the bed as strong as she could, she found her entire body rising from it. Leaving only her head and shoulders touching the blanket as her extended torso was flexed upward.

She was quite amused at the strength of her new limb, how her entire body could be so easily manipulated by its movements. These changes were most definitely based on a lizards body, the tails sized and how her torso flowed gave it away. But some moments had passed by, and outside of the exotic sensations of her bodies current form; no others appeared to be manifesting.

A partial transformation. Emily had experienced these before, they weren't as fun as full body transitions; but are to sometimes be expected when beta testing new products. They most likely only wanted feedback on these specific traits, so limited the transformation to just them. What a shame Emily thought, she should have probably read the included documents first. Not that she was complaining, as what she got; she certainly enjoyed obtaining.

With that, Emily allowed herself to fall to the bed again, the tail whipping the air as she bounced on the mattress. The new sensation of stressed muscles burning along that exotic limb.

Not that she was complaining, but there was something about these changes Emily had never experience previously. Every form she had ever taken was designed to be practical in human society, adapted for the human form and movement. But this one, while she still retained much of her previous form, was clearly feral in nature. If it had continued to its full extent, she had to wonder if the transformation would have taken her to complete feral form.

The prospect made Emily's whole body quiver, something she hadn't considered before. Could they really take her all the way? Was she one of the lucky first to experience the beginnings of a complete animal transformation? Her legs and feet, that tail and how it flowed into her. Despite her lack of scales and retaining human traits, this was the closest to the animal kingdom she had ever come, and that was exciting. It was exciting to consider this is how a lizard actually moved, how it actually felt.

For a moment it crossed Emily's mind to go to her draw, take out her favourite toy; and see how it felt to be fucked as a lizard. But alas, as much fun as she was having in a near feral body, Emily also had the disadvantages of that form. There was little chance of her human arms reaching across that extended body and to her new privates at the base of her tail. The possibility, without any ability to do so, made them burn furiously in ways that had Emily pitying most animals for their inability to self indulge. And in this case, pity herself. Even her tail jerked strongly at its base in disappointment, its sudden movements not helping the situation, as it pulled at the surrounding skin of the privates it was now merged with.

Blushing with lust that couldn't be fulfilled, Emily struggled to redirect her mind elsewhere; so to lesson the pain of an arousal that couldn't be satisfied. After a few strong full body movements, Emily managed to roll herself over onto her belly. A position that felt particularly comfortable given her new shape. There was something quite nice about having your entire underside pressing against warm soft sheets, with a nice long tail which had now flopped over the other end of the bed and tested the texture of the carpeting below.

Attempting to pull herself forward with just her arms appeared impractical, they lacked the strength to move the additional weight Emily was now carrying. So she tested her back legs, much to her amusement seeing it rise high into the air in the mirror, followed by long clawed toes coming into view next to her. Just like a lizards step. Digging those claws into the fabric, she was able to pull herself forward enough to see the floor below. A quite mixed experience of tail, sensitive genitalia, smooth underbelly and unsuitably placed breasts being dragged across her covers. From here she could see the documents which were included with her sample lying on the floor, which were scooped up for further inspection.

The usual feedback sheet that Emily had become accustomed to, which she intended to give the most positive review. Expressing interest in trying future products along the same line as the one she was experiencing now. The second sheet was instructions, which she had read enough times to no longer bother with. But what was this? An additional note appeared to be within the clutter of the packages contents. How unusual.

Taking a moment to read the little note, her tail which had just previously been swishing happily against the soft material of her bedding suddenly stopped in its tracks. It went stiff and straight, rising slowly from the beds surface and being held as high as her mixed anatomy allowed. Toe claws embedded themselves tightly into the fabric below, the sound of ripping in a otherwise silent room; as one of them pieced the fabrics surface and left a cut behind.

Wide eyes forced themselves to refocus, so that what they had just read can be reread for further confirmation. The small note read that sample A would be included in this package, and sample B would be in an companying package. Sample B being the reversal injection, as the pre-market mutagen did not include an automatic reversal. Sample A was not to be taken if sample B did not arrive successfully.

Sample B was nowhere to be seen.

The tail flopped down against the bed in disbelief, before flicking left and right for a while, the end occasionally flipping upward and landing on the bed again. Whatever emotions she failed to express in her face were being made up for. Here she was. Nude and part animal, incapable of standing, having to crawl around on her delicate human skinned belly; and being unable to reverse her current state.

Emily of course enjoyed the form, but remaining in it was something else entirely. Mutagen use was for fun in privacy, she couldn't leave the house in this state. She couldn't even cloth herself so not to look indecent, should she decide to call for help. The embarrassment and shame, as Emily imagined people walking into the room and finding this thing waiting for them. Having to carry her out bare, probably two men carrying her body; and another for her tail. The long wait for the reversal injection, the scandal in the newspapers and the likely loss of her name on the testers list.

Attempting to avoid panic, she thought as to where sample B may be located. Emily knew it wasn't in the package she brought in, so if it did arrive it should still be in the post box out in the front. That was her one and only hope. But needless to say, what should be a quick walk to her post box was complicated by her present form. Laying around wasn't going to help, so she gathered her confidence and began to make her way. The first obstacle in her way, getting off the bed.

Emily was already in the correct position to crawl off the bed, but the nearby wardrobe prevented her from simply walking straight off onto the floor. There wasn't enough floor space for her to lay on in the direction she was facing, something she would have to contend with. There was nothing more to it than to simply proceed, so she moved a reptilian foot forward and dragged herself in that direction, sending her upper body off the end of the bed.

Her tail instinctively fired upward as s Emily felt herself falling forward, both hands landing on the floor to keep balance. She almost lost her position as the tail counter weight pulled down and threatened to pull her from the floor, but Emily managed to maintain a balance between her upper body weight and the long limb behind. From there is was just a matter of pulling herself further forward, by digging those thick strong claws into the bedding.

Curving her body to the right to avoid the wardrobe just ahead, she managed to pull more of herself from the bed than the available floor space directly ahead allowed. Everything appeared to be going well. That is, until her legs left the mattress and they were left dangling in the air just above the floor. She looked back to see them clawing away at nothing, too stubby to grip the floor below. The majority of the tail that remained on the bed was too long and thick to bend enough for her feet to reach the ground. Emily's lower body was quite literally being held up by the tail alone. There was space to move forward, but nothing her feet could grip to do so, and her arms were quickly becoming tired supporting most of her body weight.

There was only one thing that could be done, and she knew she wouldn't enjoy it. Emily allowed her upper body to rest on the floor, relaxing her hands at either side as her delicate breasts pressed against rough carpet. Most of the bodies weight was now being placed directly on the tail, and it was beginning to hurt. From here she reached one of her arms ahead, and began using it to drag the full mass of her body forward. Emily struggled greatly before when trying this, but now she didn't have much of a choice. With each inch gained, rough carpet was wreaking havoc on her underside, not to mention her delicate nipples.

Little by little Emily edged her way forward, until finally her lower body fell to the floor with a loud thud, the tail trailing along with it. Relieved, she picked herself up and continued to proceed forward. The seriousness of the situation not preventing her amusement, as she found herself walking in the stereotypically bendy manner that she witnessed most lizards did. Her upper body moving side to side as she made her way.

On all fours she left the room and continued down the hallway to her next obstacle, the stairs.

The height which she witnessed was quite intimidating. Emily had walked down those steps hundreds of times, but never like this. A racing heart as she attempted to walk down face first promoted Emily to recoil and instead turn round, her tail sliding against the banister as she did so. If she was to descend the stairs, she couldn't do it looking at the route down, she would have to do it in reverse. Snaking her tail ahead of her, Emily then proceeded to carefully make her way down to the steps. Occasionally looking behind to judge progress.

It wasn't as hard to go down stairs as a giant lizard as initially imagined. Though when the tails tip touch the ground floor, she was still happy to to be done with them.

The ground floor was much cooler than upstairs, particularly in her nudity. Cold air could be felt on Emily's skin as it blew from under the nearby front door, and the flooring being laminate didn't help in keeping her long toes warm either. From here she had to make her way to the front of the house and to the post box. But before that she needed the keys to the door, which were sadly in the pocket of her outdoor coat, hanging up on a peg right next to the banister. So she proceeded towards it, keeping her bare underside as far away from the cold laminate as possible.

At first Emily just tried to yank it down from the peg, but that didn't prove particularly effective. All the times her coat had randomly fallen down, it chose now to stay hanged up. Emily would have to unhook it from the top, but how could she do that when she was trapped on all fours? She would have to defy nature, at least just for a little while.

Moving as close to the wall where her coat was hanging as possible, Emily began pressing her back feet against the floor, turning herself upward. She used her hands, and then her shoulder as she pressed against the texture of the wall to keep her in place, before taking another step forward and pushing herself up even higher. Lizard feet weren't meant for this, and they definitely hurt that way. Barely keeping in place, the hard flooring giving the claws little to grip.

Managing to grab hold of a piece of the banister, Emily pulled herself up the rest of the way. Eventually though, anatomical limitations presented themselves. Her curved back would not bend upright any further, and the tail now pressing against the floor wasn't budging another bit either. Emily had to thank that her arms and hands were still human, as despite their difficulty in walking on all fours; she'd be in a right situation if the change included them.

Wrapping one arm around the banister, Emily reached out with the other and began lifting the coat from its peg, causing it to fall to the floor. Her victory was only celebrated temporarily, as the strain of her bodies weight pulled on the banister, causing several pieces to break away. Leaving her to tumble back to the floor and receive a rather nasty bang on her side. Emily lay there for just a moment, waiting for the worst of it to pass, before rolling back over onto all fours and continuing her mission.

The keys retrieved, the doors handle made pulling herself up enough to insert and turn the key little issue. But as the door opened, Emily was suddenly greeted with a strong gust of icy wind. She got goosebumps in areas she didn't used to have. A direct icy blast at her bare underside was the least enjoyable experience of the day, causing her nipples to shrivel. It was winter out there, and she was completely nude. All she could do was to put on her winter coat, wrapping up the best she could, leaving her lower body still nude; as there was nothing suitable at hand.

With that, she took her first steps across the icy surface outside. The cold nibbling at her tail and unmentionables, reptilian human skinned feet quickly becoming numb. Leaving her more motivated than ever to get this over with and thanking that she wasn't cold blooded.

Bendy movements and long feet proceeded as quickly as they could carry her, making her way cross the front of the house and towards the exterior wall in which the post box was attached. She was so close now, and it wouldn't be long until she learned if she really did have to phone for help. A scenario which made the numbing cold stinging the end of her tail sound more agreeable. Emily had only reached the gate and was about to open it, when she heard a sound she had been dreading since she first opened that front door. A car could be heard in the distance, moving along the road in front of her house.

She dived behind the short rock exterior wall surrounding her property, giving a loud cry as the ice coated floor came in direct contact with her underbelly. Forcing her to role to her side and wait for the cold burn attacking her privates to subside, her chest panting heavily with the adrenalin now filling her system. Forcing herself to refocus, Emily's mind once again returned to the approaching threat of an observer, which sounded as if it was parking right outside her home.

Trying to force her deep breaths to shallow and remaining as still as possible, she listened as a car door shut and footsteps began to approach. Her heart raced as those feet rapidly became closer, clearly heading towards her front gate.

She couldn't be seen like this. Walking around on all fours in her front garden, half nude and half lizard, exposing her deformed genitalia to the frosty outside air. Never mind losing her spot on the list, they'd lock her up. But all that seemed inevitable, as the footsteps stopped right outside her gate, just on the other side of where she was hiding.

Noticing her tail was in the gates pathway, Emily tried to move it away stealthily, but the cold had left an already stiff tail unresponsive. It just appeared to twitch, before remaining in its current position. Whoever was there, they would only have to look to the ground; and something pink and unusual would be lying there. She was moments from being discovered, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. All she could think of was what expression she'd get upon first discovery.

Her mail box rattled. Then the footsteps turned and walked away. Emily listened as a car door slammed and the vehicle drove away. Her relief was almost palpable, and even in its frozen state; her tail gave a few delighted flicks.

Peeping out from the gate, there didn't appear to be any threat of being spotted. So she creped out onto the frosty pavement and rotated to face her target. Using techniques she had developed inside moments ago, Emily managed to stand up just enough to bring her face to face with the box. Toe claws embedded themselves through the layer of frost and her tail rested on the ground below. This was it. Removing the keys from a side pocket, she almost didn't want to look inside, as the risk of it not being there was too great to consider. Taking a deep breath, Emily inserted the key and prepared for her fate.

Looking with one eye at first, and then another, her face was filled with a grin that hadn't been seen since before she realized her predicament. There was a new item in her post box, a familiarly packaged item, and she grabbed it with both hands. Emily's feet slipped backward across the floor, leaving claw marks on the icy surface in their wake; as she returned to all fours. She hastily ripped the package open, and cradled as if a tiny child a small item labelled sample B.

Not wanting to spend another second exposed in the cold. She placed the item in her mouth and quickly glanced around for observers, looking like a strange cat that had just captured a mouse, and then quickly made her way back towards the house. Over the frozen garden, through the front door, closing it behind as she return to the warmth and privacy of her home.

Turning on the electronic fire place in the living room, she dragged over two beanbags and made herself a little cosy spot in which to warm her various human and none human extremities. Fingers, toes and the tail tip all got priority. And of course from time to time, warmed hands made sure to share some of that warmth with her abused feminine features. Emily lay there for a while, finally being able to relax and reflect upon her experiences this past day.

A significant part of her wanted to just inject sample B and end this bestial experience now. But she assured herself that it was over now, that there was no rush to revert back to her previous self; as she could do so whenever she wanted. Besides, feeling pleasure as well as pain with this exotic form gave her an appreciation for it, which she had not achieved with previous transformations.

The change was always about temporary fun and physical indulgence to Emily. For once she experienced life in a new form, truly experienced. Enduring sensations and trials that would have most changing back before they could recover, and hence missing out on the experiences that made the change so worthwhile. She felt a better tester from it, and while she would leave certain details from her feedback; Emily was sure it would benefit from today's events.

The only question now was how to spend her remaining time in this form. She looked down across her underside and to where her lower body and tail met, where her most private area was now located. A warm blush appeared on Emily's cheeks as new possibilities became apparent. She couldn't reach down there, but that just made it all the more fun figuring out how.