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Walking into Dr. Chaundra Bellen's office, Jason didn't expect anything more than a really good hypnotherapy session. Not only is Dr. Bellen a drop dead gorgeous anthro peacock with a sizable bulge between hir legs, hir methods are far more in depth than other therapists. PREVIEW - Entranced Into a Vixen With The Best of Both Worlds By Zmeydros (Chaundra) and Sarahvixen (Edited by MitchellTF, WolfLeah, Red The Hunter, and Vanrixie) Entering Dr. Chaundra Bellen's office was like stepping into another world. It was kinda dark for a therapist's office, but the plum-purple walls and dim lighting really made the backlit starfields and mandalas pop. Dr. Bellen hirself was sitting in hir office chair wearing what looked like a silver satin bathrobe-turned-dress that reflected the colorful walls. Hir long peacock tail feathers were sticking out through a slit in the back, looking utterly gorgeous. The cleavage window showed off hir big, round tits while a bulge in hir crotch was being made obvious by hir luxurious, reclining posture. The purple-flashing-blue of hir front feathers shimmered as shi sat up, hearing that hir latest client was nearing hir office. The feathers atop hir head, which were the same color as hir front feathers, looked like a tousled pixie-cut hairdo with a bit of a mohawk mixed in. Opposite hir was a plush, moss-green couch that looked really comfy. "Welcome, Jason." Dr. Bellen's tail fanned a bit as shi looked him over. Jason was... well, "plain" would be the word most people would use, "average" would be another. He was just shy of six feet tall, with brown hair cut in a short style that didn't require much maintenance, and was wearing dark jeans and a black Nirvana t-shirt. Everything about him said that he was simply doing the bare minimum to take care of himself. Not overweight, or underweight, not muscular or skinny, not put together or falling apart. And he was drifting through life. Of course, that's why he was here. Years of saying he wanted to do something with his life, but never finding the thing that gave him purpose, had left him with a pervasive sense of emptiness. At one point, he was pretty sure he'd been propositioned by a cult, but even then he couldn't follow through. Given his past, he doubted this hypnotherapy session would help him find a new direction in life, as advertised. At this point, however, there was nothing he wouldn't try. "Hello, Doctor." He hadn't expected the doctor from the ad to be dualsex, or at the very least not to show it off so openly. The photos on the website had been almost all headshots, with only one waist-up picture of Dr. Bellen sitting in hir office chair. "Please close the door and find a seat on my couch. And you can call me Chaundra." Chaundra gestured toward the couch with a grin at the edges of hir beak. "Okay, Chaundra." Jason sat on the couch, which was even more plush than it looked. The cushions allowed him to sink into them so perfectly that he barely had to think about holding himself up. "It seems you've noticed how soothing my couch is. Why don't you settle in for a moment? Breathe deeply, find that perfect position that will give you the most satisfied smile." Chaundra brought hir tablet in front of hir and wrote down a couple notes. Jason couldn't help but smile at that. "So we're jumping right in? I mean, I know I signed all the consent forms and such online, so I guess this makes sense." A bit of wiggling and a few shifts later, Jason had found the perfect sitting position that cradled his body in just the right way. All his muscles were able to go limp because they didn't have to hold him up anymore. "Oh damn, where do you even find a couch like this? It's just-- mmmmm, extraordinary." Normally, Jason didn't use such colorful vocabulary, but this couch deserved it. He slouched a bit but, it didn't matter, the couch held him nice and secure, so he didn't slide or shift. "It took me six months of sitting on every couch, in every store I could reach, within an hour's drive. There's something satisfying about finding the exact right one of something, isn't there? That thing that fits oh-so-perfectly that there's no doubt it needs to be a part of your life?" Chaundra had a little, pleased smile at the edges of hir beak. Jason's smile faded slightly, "Yeah, I guess that's why I'm here. I've never really felt that. My parents say I don't have any ambition, but I just can't seem to find anything that excites me, nothing that really makes me want to commit and put in the effort. Maybe it's just how I am, but I feel like I'm just existing and not really living, you know?" If he could have, he would have sunk even deeper into the couch, but it was embracing him so fully that, even as he exhaled the deep breath he'd taken, he barely shifted at all. "Everything I see in front of me tells me exactly that. To unravel why you feel that way, I'm going to have to break through the facade you've been presenting to the world your whole life. Your trained responses to people's questions won't get us anywhere. We need to dig deeper than that." Chaundra wrote a note on hir tablet. Then she tapped on her screen and the room lights dimmed a bit before a spotlight shined down on hir, making the shimmer in hir feathers stand out. Jason winced as the spotlight came on, but his eyes quickly adjusted. "Look at my feathers and the way they shimmer while thinking about how much you want something to change. Sink into that couch. Let the full comfort of it make you feel weightless." Shi pulled open hir dress to show just a bit more of hir front feathers. The roundness of hir cleavage was now less covered, making it obvious hir tits were larger than E-cups. Dr. Bellen was right. The way hir iridescent feathers rippled with each breath shi took was captivating. Jason took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, the couch almost disappearing in his peripheral vision as the lights dimmed. Jason did his best to focus his mind on what he wanted to change. He just wanted to feel passionate about something, to have something that brought him more than fleeting, momentary joy and was really, truly worth putting his time and energy into. He'd tried so many hobbies, dated, studied, and all of it had been a dead end. It felt like there was something wrong with him, something inside him that held him back from enjoying life, but he couldn't grasp what it was. It kept slipping away every time he tried to focus on it, as if it was ashamed to be seen. "That's it, just let the colors and shapes around you melt into a kaleidoscope of formless beauty. With each breath you take, focus on me. More and more, it will start to feel like we're on an island during a starlit night." Hir voice came out even and confident, a slight Indian accent teasing at the words. "Now imagine there's a campfire off to the side." Shi tapped on hir screen and a second spotlight lit a spot on the floor to Jason's right, in front of a beautiful wooden chest of drawers. This spotlight had moving disks in it that made a convincing fire pattern. The crackling of a camp fire and the whoosh of gentle waves filled the room. The speakers weren't loud, but they were very detailed, making it hard to tell that Jason and Chaundra weren't on an island together. "As you continue to take slow, deep breaths, imagine tossing all your worries, concerns, and anything else that doesn't belong in this beautiful moment we're sharing, into the camp fire. Don't worry, you'll only forget whatever you want to forget. The rest will just drift up in the smoke and rematerialize when you need to process or remember them." The effects were quite impressive, the projections had been well placed and it was easy for Jason to imagine the smell of smoke and the heat of the fire to go along with the visual and audio display. He focused more and more on Dr. Bellen, the way the light danced on hir feathers, the soft sound of hir voice with its enchanting accent, and he felt himself relax even more. Distracting thoughts slowly drifted out of his head and then... poof, all gone, just smoke and ash. He felt his head empty out slowly, bit by bit, the rhythmic waves in the background adding their own soothing element as his breaths started to synchronize with them. "I'm going to count down from ten, and with each step, you're going to let go of more thoughts involving things outside this room. You can toss them in the fire or just let them drift away." Chaundra very quietly grabbed a singing bowl and set it in hir lap. Then shi rang the bowl as shi said, "Ten." As the ringing continued, shi added, "Feel the weight of your feet and the way you're pressing them against the ground. Relax each toe and then the underside of your foot. Let that relaxation travel up into your calf and knee." A small sigh escaped Jason's lips as he felt a wave of relaxation wash up from his feet. It was strange, feeling everything so clearly, but also feeling relaxed, like he was just passively feeling warm water slowly work its way up his body. The sound of the bowl seemed to harmonize with the sound of the waves, growing slightly louder when they crashed. The soft crackle of the fire in the background was just loud enough to draw his attention every time a new, random thought entered his head. What would he have for lunch? Flashed away by a random spark. Why did his boss always misinterpret his emails? The stress and anxiety of it burned away in the fire and the smoke wafted across the starlit sky. His hands, which had been in his lap, slipped out, gently resting on the couch at his sides. The soft, insistent weight of his legs gently dragged him further into the soft cushions. "Nine." Shi hit the bowl softly with hir number callout. "Feel how your upper legs are perfectly cradled by the cushion underneath them. Let that relaxation travel into your hips and abdomen." Shi widened the gap in hir dress, making even more feathers visible. Any further open and hir nipples would have been showing. Jason only saw the fire in the corner of his eye now, his entire attention caught up in the way hir feathers subtly changed hues with every slight motion of hir body. Hir beautiful curves and nurturing personality enhanced the experience, making it easy for him to slip deeper. His waist and hips felt so relaxed and warm. Every bit of the cloth that touched his skin was now felt in vivid detail, almost too much as his boxers and rough jeans suddenly felt almost overwhelming against his skin. "Eight" Shi paused to let the bowl ring for a bit before speaking. "Your clothes are probably feeling tight, creasing in the wrong places, or otherwise uncomfortable. With each step you take to relieve yourself of that discomfort, you will feel more relaxed and less concerned about any sort of embarrassment. You're safe to follow your urges here. This is a space free of judgement." The fire attacked Jason's social anxiety next, the pesky rules that always seemed so uncomfortable and restricting. Without breaking eye contact with those beautiful feathers, he started to shimmy out of his clothes, sighing in relief as the rough, annoying fabric was pulled away from his oversensitive skin. Only his socks and boxers remained. Not all of his social rules had completely burned away just yet. "See how much better you feel? Would you mind if I got a bit more comfortable myself? I was gifted with a captivating body. The more of it you see, the easier it will be for me to help you let go of the burdens you're carrying." Shi said this slowly, in a sultry voice that somehow elicited immense desire in Jason. "Don't worry, if your body reacts, I will accept it as a compliment. I'm well aware I have that effect on people." Jason tried to move his mouth and was surprised for just a moment by how sluggish it was. "O-okay, sure." He had a brief rush of anxiety as he realized that he only had his boxers on and any boner would be immediately apparent. But then he remembered hir second statement and the anxiety lifted like swirling tendrils of smoke. "Seven." As the singing bowl rang, Chaundra let the top part of hir dress fall off hir shoulders. Hir nice, heavy tits shimmered in the spotlight and hir dark purple nipples quickly hardened. "Toss every expectation other people had about acceptable haircuts, games, toys, mannerisms, wants, needs, occupations, emotions, and clothing into the fire." The fire spotlight grew brighter. "And with every expectation you toss into that fire, you will become more free to be yourself. More free to express, and eventually embody, what you truly want for yourself." It was surprisingly easy to just let go of the social expectations that he had always taken so many pains to follow his whole life. There were brief twinges of guilt, but they were consumed by the fire along with everything else. A powerful conflagration of relief traveled through him, reducing the sharp, scraping pain of his existence. He noticed a cold, wet feeling on his cheeks. When had he started crying? He still felt relaxed, nice and limp, and so soft. The tears started to come faster as he blinked swiftly to keep his vision clear. His breaths became unsteady a few times, but he didn't start openly sobbing. "Six. Now that you've let go of so many burdens, it's easier to hear the part of you that you've been telling to shut up for your entire life. Instead of resisting it, it's time to give it a hug and listen. With each breath you take, accept more of the feelings, thoughts, and desires that part of you has. I promise everything that part of you has to say is perfectly okay in this space." The tears didn't stop or slow, and Jason's arms trembled softly like he wanted to wrap them around himself. Here, in this room, with this person, he felt more free and accepted than he could remember any other time of his life. Unfortunately, it was accompanied by the hollow pain of an unfulfilled need. There was something he had been suppressing his whole life that was now being laid bare as the layers of social norms and self recrimination were being stripped away. He focused on embracing what was now being revealed while sending love and openness toward it. "Five. As the bowl rings, you're going to sink deeper into this lovely new state of mind we're fostering and become completely receptive to what you want to do, regardless of social and behavioral expectations." Shi made the singing bowl sing by trailing the wooden beater around the edge for a minute or two. As the bowl continued to ring, the wavering sound helped to center him. It was strange, part of him thought he'd feel lighter from stripping all these things away. Instead, it was like he was becoming more dense as the useless chaff floated away and left him more pure. "Now, when I ask a question, you can just nod, shake your head, or even give me a sentence for context without worrying about what anyone, including me, might think." Shi paused to let that sink in. "Would you be more comfortable and centered if we were both just nude? Nothing hiding either of our bodies. No visual secrets between us. Nothing between you and that oh-so-comfy couch?" He nodded before shi finished hir last sentence. Yes, he wanted to get out of these dumb boxers. With another nod, he lifted his hips, pulled his boxers down, took his socks off, and got completely naked. He felt like he was just letting his useless clothing float away and burn off in the fire. "Good girl." Shi stared intently in a way only a bird could accomplish. It was probing and intense, but full of curiosity. "How did that make you feel? Remember, there's no judgement here. No expectations. Just truth. Take your time with the words you speak so you stay deeply relaxed as you answer. There's no rush at all." Those two simple words felt so good, so perfect, so right. Jason felt a clenching in his chest and his whole body trembled. More tears started to pour down his cheeks and he ached as sobs started to form. With all the weight of social expectation and shame finally gone, it was perfectly clear. The part of him... no, HER, that she had been hugging tight inside her own mind screamed in joy and desperation, "Yes, I'm here! I'm a girl. You're a girl! Please don't shut me away again. Please don't leave me in the dark." She didn't like being Jason, she hated having to put on that mask every day to please her parents, teachers, bosses, friends, everyone who expected her to be a certain way that she just WASN'T. She had bound herself tightly, oh so tightly up in this shell of masculinity and tried to bury everything she wanted to the point where she didn't WANT anything. And it was killing her. She was apathetic toward life because what was the point of living if you were always doing it for everyone else? The sobbing died off quickly as another wave of relaxation washed through her. As Chaundra waited for Jason to reply, shi stood up and let hir dress fall to the floor. A pair of fist-sized balls and a hefty sheath came into view, sitting beautifully between hir legs. Hir balls were covered in the same, shimmering deep blue feathers with a violet flash to them that covered hir whole front. Hir hips were wide, hir fit muscles gave hir some gorgeous structure, the bit of fat shi retained smoothed the lines of hir body, and hir tits were weighty. All this being true, shi was also slender, hir over six feet of height stretching hir form out into something akin to a ballet dancer. "That was amazing," Jason said softly, her voice quivering a tiny bit from the emotions that still raged in her chest. "I'm a girl." A shy smile pulled at her lips. "Yes, you absolutely are." Chaundra hit the bowl, but kept the beater ready. "Four. Let everything related to your life-long masculine performance fall into the fire. With each item that burns, you will fall deeper into the comfortable, joyous warmth that now resides within you. Eventually, there will only be two girls in the room: me, and you." Shi moved the beater around the bowl, keeping it singing. Slowly, memory after memory was poured into the flames. Every haircut Jason was forced into because her hair was getting "too long." Every time she went clothes shopping and had to avoid the section she actually wanted to go to. Every time people slapped her on the back while calling her "bro" or "dude," or when they squeezed her hand during a handshake in that annoying way that guys did to test their manliness. Every time she had repressed what she actually wanted in order to conform to the stupid rules that were placed on her because of an accident of her birth. As she burned away the memories of shoving down those emotions, the emotions themselves began to surface. While there was a lot of regret, there was also a ton of relief from not needing to suppress herself anymore. Being allowed to feel those emotions and submerge in them was such a freeing feeling that she sank deeper and deeper into a trance. Eventually, she wasn't even consciously looking at anything, just colors swirling in front of her eyes. "Good girl! You look so much more relaxed now. Finally deep enough for me to share the fullness of my gift with you." Chaundra's eyes flickered with the same purple shimmer as hir feathers. Shi set down the beater and just held hir hand next to the singing bowl. A descending set of notes came out of it, like a song in the wind. "Three. There's a sound you've been holding back, a sound that has gotten caught in your throat over and over again. You've opened to me fully now and I know it's there. Make that sound, make the sound of the feminine animal inside you who has been looking for a way to the surface your whole life." For a brief moment, Jason was confused. A feminine... animal? She had only just now dug up that she was a girl and-- No, there was something deeper. She struggled to see it, but the more she focused, the clearer her emotions and thoughts became. It was there, flitting on the edge of her vision and thought, a scared, wounded creature who had been rejected and abused her whole life, but a small ray of kindness was drawing it out. It was like coaxing a wild animal to eat directly from one's hand. Holding out acceptance and love instead of food, Jason patiently waited while this long abandoned entity debated if this was a trap or not. Eventually, it came forward and Jason gasped at how gorgeous it was. Russet red fur was contrasted with cream fur on the front and pitch black socks. A long, swishing, fluffy tail, and the most adorably expressive ears rounded out this creature's gorgeous features. This was her, her inner animal, the fox Jason had been repressing since she was born. It felt so right as the fox accepted that what she had to offer was genuine and seemed to step from the darkness and into the light of her mind. A keening cry of longing tore out of her throat, a noise she didn't even know she could make. "Two." Chaundra stood up out of her chair, the bowl's ringing going off as if struck by an invisible beater. The shimmering of the blue feathers on Chaundra's entire front, including the feathers on her balls, had a dazzling pattern where the deeper one looked into it, the more complex it got. "Accept your inner vixen, hold her, let her blend with the rest of your being. The fact you see her as a separate part of you is not because she is separate. It is because you were forced to separate from her to survive your upbringing. But now you are an adult. You are in control of your life. It is time to be one with her again. As you do this, you will fall deeper and forgive yourself for alienating this part of yourself. You didn't know what you were doing. It is time you forgave yourself and reunited as a whole being." A wave of forgiveness washed over Jason and she felt tears spring to her eyes again, making Chandra's form swirl. She spread her arms open, not realizing that she was doing it both in her mind and in real life, opening herself to the vixen inside her. The vixen smiled at her softly, as if forgiving her before stepping forward into the embrace. They hugged for a moment before she got some vertigo. Suddenly, the vixen was gone, but she wasn't really gone. She had become one with herself again. For the first time in decades, she was whole. "From everything I read about you and experienced now, I have a theory. The theory is that you want to be dualsex like me and not lose anything between your legs, only gain, while having a feminine body with lots of curves. Nod if this is the case." Chaundra fluffed a bit. Jason nodded, gasping softly at how good that sounded. Having a dick was the one part of her masculine experience that hadn't burned up in the fire. The real things that had tormented her were the social expectations and the thought of being able to have a pussy, and a feminine body to go with it without losing her cock, was intoxicating. "One." Chaundra fanned hir peacock tail feathers and the eyes on them were swirling with purple magic threads amongst twinkling cyan flecks of energy. "You're so far under now that you will let go of your conception of what's possible. Your physical form will become malleable under my guidance until you are in your ideal form. You will continue to have enough awareness to answer my questions while remaining relaxed and comfortable." With those words, her mental limitations around what was possible fell into the fire and were consumed. She had been helped so much already, who was she to say that this gorgeous, magical woman in front of her couldn't do even more? And the promise of being allowed to become her ideal form, to have her inner vixen expressed outwardly, was more than she could resist. "You've been looking at me since the moment you came into this room. Now that you've let go of all that troublesome social expectation stuff, you can touch me all you like, anywhere you like." Chaundra took a couple large steps, closing the distance between them. Hir tail feathers were so captivating that it was hard to look away from them, but hir body was gorgeous enough that it was also drawing Jason's eyes. "May I touch you, everywhere too?" Jason (she really did need a better name, maybe Sarah?) nodded her head. Thinking about touching the gorgeous being in front of her was slightly overwhelming. In some ways, Chaundra was like high art, untouchable, pure, and beautiful in ways that mere mortals weren't meant to understand. And yet, here shi was, inviting Sarah to touch and explore and sink even deeper into hir control. Lazily, her arms lifted up and gently reached out to caress the curve of Chandra's hips. She reveled in how soft Chaundra's feathers were, how warm shi was compared to the cool air of the office. Chaundra gently touched Sarah's head. The backs of hir hands were armored with black scutes, but the undersides were soft and leathery. Hir talons had been filed, so they were soothing instead of sharp as shi ran them through Sarah's hair. "Nod if you want me to call you Sarah." Normally, Sarah would've been curious how Chaundra knew what name she wanted to be called, but she'd already thrown away her expectations about how reality was supposed to behave. So she simply nodded while a wide, dopey smile spread across her face. "That's a good girl." Chaundra cooed as purple swirls of energy danced about hir hips and ran down Sarah's arms. "We're now coupled as shapers of reality and we're going to find your true form together. Don't worry, I'll still take the lead since you're such an adorable, subby girl." Sarah's hips swelled larger, a bunch of tingles deep in her bones going off as her pelvis took on a shape better for bearing children. Chaundra's hands went down to Sarah's ears and tugged on them. They extended longer and longer as black fox fur grew in on the backs of them. Sarah moaned, a sensual sound that would have surprised her. With her mind as deep as it was, it felt completely normal to moan when your form was finally matching what you felt you were inside for your whole life. The soft popping and cracking of her pelvis was like the deepest tissue massage, leaving her feeling warm and tingling in just the right way. She felt an ear twitch and giggled softly, it felt so fun and nice. Soon she was twitching her ears on purpose, just to feel them move and the way her hair caught on the fur. "Keep exploring me with your hands, and you can even use your mouth, if you wish. There's no reason to hold back." Shi touched Sarah's nose with one hand while massaging Sarah's jaws with the other. Sarah's nose darkened and folded into a vulpine shape while her face started pushing out into a muzzle. "Now you can easily follow your sense of smell too." Hir sheath and balls were right in front of Sarah's face and the tip of hir canine-equine hybrid cock was just starting to poke out. Shi smelled of vanilla, cedar, and lemon meringue pie. The lemon meringue was coming more from behind hir balls. The cedar and vanilla were coming from hir cock. Again, the sensation was like a deep massage, leaving Sarah's face tingling and aching softly, but the flood of scents that entered her newly reformed nose were enough to distract her from that. The smells themselves were more than pleasant, but the faint whiffs of pheromones underneath them broadcast Chaundra's desire and openness to pleasure. Realizing that she was wanted by someone so beautiful made her cheeks and the tips of her ears burn. Sarah leaned forward, pressing her nose into those hanging balls, sniffing Chaundra's scent. Chaundra's cock came to life, extending outwards, the hybrid canine/equine shape becoming clearer the longer it got. It was gliding atop the bridge of Sarah's muzzle as it emerged, mussing her fur and leaving behind its wonderful musk. Chaundra kept working on Sarah's muzzle, making it longer while helping Sarah's fox teeth come in. It was uncomfortable, but Chaundra's practiced massaging was helping a lot. Purple energy swirled around Chaundra's balls as Sarah sniffed deeper. Sarah's balls buzzed with sensation as they, and the sac they were in grew, getting covered in the same white belly fur that was now spreading out around the base of Sarah's cock. "Oh, such a good girl. Don't be shy. I like being touched by you." Chaundra brushed some hair out of Sarah's eyes. Sarah's hands moved from Chaundra's hips to her ass, giving it a squeeze. She slid her extending muzzle under Chaundra's balls. Her tongue lapped at the wet, warm slit that was hidden behind them. Her own balls ached and she felt herself getting hard as precum started to form at the tip, like she was overflowing with it. Her dick tapered and lengthened while she moaned into Chaundra's cooch. As a knot formed at the base, ready to lock her to whoever she made love with, it went from being a modest human cock to a big, thick canine one. She gasped as she gripped it, amazed at how good it felt in her hand. She could feel her soft belly fur against her arm and wanted to run her fingers through it, but she didn't want to let go of Chaundra's toned ass, or her newly improved dick. Gasping from the licks to hir pussy, Chaundra bucked hir hips. A tingling warmth trickled down Sarah's fully formed muzzle as her ears reached their full, fox proportions. Sarah moaned as her muzzle fully settled in. Fuck, it felt so good, so right. It was everything she ever could have wanted or imagined. A buzzing warmth pooled between her legs, causing muscles there to twitch. Then the warmth went up inside Sarah as her balls felt odd. There was a pinching as they got larger, just before pressure built where Sarah's sac met her loins. Even the slight discomfort of the pinching in her balls wasn't able to pull her out of the deep trance she was in. And the way Chaundra's hands caressed her body made her feel deep, aching pleasure wherever they landed. Sarah's right hand, the one on her dick, moved back to Chaundra's other butt cheek because touching her dick was starting to interfere with the trance. "Lick deeper, nuzzle my cunt. Let shapes and colors dance off my feathers, filling you with the ability to become something new. Something more you." Chaundra ran hir fingers through Sarah's hair, changing it from muddy brown to a beautiful black while it got longer and became wavy. Then hir hands traveled all the way down Sarah's spine until they were rubbing at Sarah's tailbone. A rush of heat was followed by the clicking of vertebrae as a little budding tail pushed out from just above Sarah's ass. Soft, warm, red fox fur spread across Sarah's back while the tail got longer. Sarah pressed her black, vulpine nose against Chaundra's clit. Sarah was deep enough into the trance that her teeth shifting to fully fill her new fox muzzle didn't phase her. There had been some changes before, but now every little detail needed to complete her fox muzzle was coming into being. While her muzzle transformed, she licked at Chaundra's slit with a passionate fervor. Her tongue was lengthening, able to lick deep into Chaundra's slit. The flavor was divine, like complex spices that left her tongue tingling. Her new tail began to wag as it grew out further and further, quickly reaching two feet long and not stopping as soft, fluffy fur began to grow in. Chaundra gasped and held Sarah's head firmly against hir snatch. Hir balls swayed atop Sarah's muzzle as shi worked hir hips back and forth, making each lap of Sarah's tongue hit a bit different. Shi got so worked up that hir snatch got wet and precum dribbled from the tip of hir cock onto the fox fur filling in on Sarah's back. As Sarah licked deeper into Chaundra, a tugging and pulling in her abdomen spread inwards. Her labia plumped up, making a plush mound between her legs. Then, her new cunt ached with bliss as an opening started to form. First, it was like someone drawing a wet finger across her mound, but then it started to feel like that finger was pressing inwards. "Relax. Keep being a good girl and I will christen your new pussy with my seed. Think about how good, how right, it would feel to have a womb that can grow new life." Chaundra thrust hir hips, hir snatch quivering as shi got ever closer to the edge. Fur sprouted on the backs of Sarah's legs as her tail reached two and a half feet long. Chaundra tugged on it, encouraging it to grow and get bushier. It rapidly surpassed three feet, growing to nearly four feet in length before settling down and floofing out. As it wagged, Sarah's hips bucked and trembled. Creamy white fur, which matched her belly fur, grew in on her inner thighs while her outer thighs shared the same russet red color as her back fur. Her pelvis made a series of cracking noises, like logs on a camp fire, echoing in the room for a moment, but not drawing her out of her trance. It grew wider and wider, readying her for the use of her new womb. As her womb grew ready, a powerful need for release welled up inside her. She was so close, close enough that it ached and she was whimpering softly, her new fox ears flattening against her skull as she teetered on the edge. Sarah kept licking, tasting Chandra's nectar as shi bucked hir hips and ground hir pussy into Sarah's muzzle. She went as deep as she could, enjoying every clench around her tongue. But her tongue was starting to falter as her hips trembled. She could feel that finger of transformative magic reaching deeper into her abdomen. When the rapidly growing tunnel connected with her new cervix, she couldn't take it anymore and yowled in bliss as she came. While she yipped and squealed, her clit budded into being. "Get ready to drink mistress's nectar. Because--AAAAOOOOO!" Chaundra's voice broke into a peacock call as hir pussy spasmed around Sarah's long, vulpine tongue...To see Sarah's pussy fully come in and then get knotted by Chaundra's incredible cock, go read the rest on: https://www.patreon.com/posts/entranced-into-148714649 OR https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2284692