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The candles were set, the incense was alight, the spell sigils covering the floor and walls of the small dorm room had been triple checked, a glow of mana lazily circulating through and between them forming a complex spellweb.

Save for the bed, which was cumbersome to move, and a tall standing mirror needed as both a spell anchor and to examine his changes, all of Mark's possessions and meager furniture had been shoved out of the way to allow for what he was going to accomplish.

Stripping naked as the spell and his own desires required, the young mage went over the requirements of the ritual again. A clear mind, a clear purpose, and alignment of his sense of self and his inner desires. The chanting and thaumalogical focus that some rituals would need had already been covered by the use of the runic sigils that Mark had slowly designed and placed over the course of a year of planning and work.

All for a spell that would turn him into who he desired to be, what his soul desired. Stepping into the central circle, Mark closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clearing his mind before speaking the activation word. In a flash, the runes glowed even brighter, the circulation of mana picking up. Mark's magical senses felt the stirrings of the ambient mana starting to shift, a magical wind blowing around the room, then around him - and then through him.

Mark let out a soft sigh as he felt the magic working over him, tingling in places. Oh, how he wanted this. The tingle intensified to a minor itching as his skin became hairy, then furry, growing a thick waterproof coat. Mark opened his eyes and smiled, looking down as his hands shifted and reformed, fingernails reshaping into claws, the skin between his fingers growing into larger webs as the fur engulfed them..

The a slight feeling of ants crawling under his skin rose up his neck and over his face, small hairs rapidly growing to cover his pink skin and rapidly becoming a thick pelt like the rest of him. Mark felt a discomforting pressure in his face and jaw as his muzzle began pressing outward, softly cracking as his boxy muzzle formed, whiskers already jutting from his lips. His ears felt warm, then hot, as they moved up his skull and reformed into cute small round ones.

The changing man let out an involuntary grunt as something seemed to pull on his spine, an almost aching and stretching pressure building up at his tailbone, then beyond. Mark turned, his torso becoming increasingly flexible as he transformed, to watch with joy as the at-first small protrusion above his rump swelled and spasmed, stretching and pulsing longer and thicker, feeling it to continue to grow after it hit the ground and only stopping until it was almost as long as he was tall.

A cramp in his legs and feet grew, and Mark fell back onto his bed, wincing as he sat on his new tail, and watched the fur slide down his skin, the flesh underneath subtly shifting and altering until reaching his feet, where the changes were much more visible, his toes stretching as they became clawed and webs grew between them.

Pleasure suddenly hit him, and Mark closed his eyes as he felt his cock change and reform, imagining the new shape it would take and the uses it would have. The pleasure of his change shifted a little, a quickly passing moment of queasiness ran over him as he felt something in his innards shift and change, then a sudden stillness settled over him.

Letting a held tension within him go with a long satisfied sigh, Mark got up from his bed. and began examining himself in the mirror, smiling to himself, filled with joy. He got exactly what he wanted, he had become what he dreamed to be, a nice sexy otter with a thick-

Mark gave himself a jolt as he looked down at his crotch, seeing a feminine slit instead of the sheath and balls he was expecting. The ethereal winds around him began to pick up again, and the man stumbled backwards onto his bed in shock as the magic of the ritual filled his form once again.

An invisible vice formed around his torso, growing tighter and pulling his shoulders and waist further inwards with each pulse of the magic running through Mark's sigils. An ache built his in his pelvis, hip joints letting out a soft pop as it began to spread wider. The pressure and tightness built to a crescendo, then suddenly released the man and letting him gasp.

A tingling grew in his throat and scalp while a pressure built his head. He forced himself to look in the mirror, watching the masculane features of his face soften, becoming pretty, then beautiful for an otter female. His gasps and moans as he changed grew higher in pitch, the adam's apple in his throat dwindling in size until it disappeared entirely.

The tingling in his scalp grew, like a million ants were crawling under his hair as it grew longer and more luxurious, the weight growing heavier as it the strands tickled the fur of his back on their way to their destination, the feeling of changing only fading as his now long hair reached the base of his tail.

Mark's nipples began to ached, his chest feeling sore, and as he rubbed it with his now dainty hands he felt the flesh under his pelt loosen from firm masculine pectorals, starting their growth into breasts. An erotic pleasure grew as he continued to rub, his breasts swelling from nearly nothing to A-cups, the nipples thickening as they hit B cups, the areolas spreading and darkening as they became D-cups, his fingers becoming a bit moist as the pressure built up within his mammaries, taut fleshing swelling into firm DDs.

The magic once again subsided, and Mark panted as the pleasure left him, feeling somewhat confused. This isn't what he wanted, he wanted to be a strong buff otter bro, pleasing the ladies, but as his paws wandered around his changed body, exploring the furred curves of his altered form, he had to admit it felt good. He got up and looked at himself in the mirror, feeling sexy, a warm arousal building up in his nethers, one webbed paw gently stroking his new slit, thinking that he could still enjoy time with girls.

Careful of his new tail this time, Mark lay back on his bed, increasingly feeling flushed with a growing arousal as he used one paw to explore his new folds, while tweaking one of his thick nipples with the other. The otter closed his eyes, fantasizing being in a group of otter females, all needy and willing to use each other for relief.

The mental image grew stronger in his mind as the magic, unnoticed, picked itself up a final time, adjusting reality to match its caster's desires. It was a partially flooded cave on the coast, the water warm, the walls with bright lanterns, surfaces above water created or improved upon for people to relax.

There was a small brunette otter and a larger blond otter, the look of lust on their faces as they approached him, and he smiled at them knowing he had the same look, a thrill of pleasure and pride running through him as he noted his breasts were bigger than theirs.

Mark imagined them running their hands across his body, tweaking erogenous zones he didn't even know he had, showing him how to please a female otter. His first female orgasm rippled through his body like the gentle wave of an ocean, and he let out a low gasp. Another orgasm quickly hit him, but the flushed feeling within him only grew as his new slit felt empty, his hips rolling forward to grind at the other otter womens' hands. A knowing look passed between the two, knowing what Mark needed.

The magic burst then faded as it accomplished its final task, fully adjusting reality to its caster's inner needs and desires..

Mark was jolted from his fantasy into his new reality as he felt a strong paw gently rest on his shoulder. Confusion rose within him - wasn't this only a fantasy - until his mind became sidetracked by a thick masculine scent. The otter looked up to find a handsome masculine otter looking down at him. The heated need inside him grew as Mark's eyes roamed the other otter's nude form, flowing from the handsome muzzle, down to his the broad shoulders, taking in the delicious body toned and defined from swimming, and the thick erect cock coming from the male's pelvis.

The heat turned into a burning sensation in Mark's nethers and fully through himself into what he thought was a fantasy, not shying away as the larger male reached forward to rub his large breasts, letting out a coo of pleasure as the man's hand reached down to his slit, Mark's heart thumping as he noticed the sly smile on the man's face.

The heat spiked, the need to be bred burning through Mark's mind as his legs wrapped around the other otter's pelvis, and wrapping his arms around the much larger chest, whimpering with need that the male he was wrapped around understood, carrying him like that to a comfortable spot out of the water, and without further delay, slid his already dripping cock into her slit.

Pleasure blasted over Mark as he orgasmed just from the entry, muscles he didn't know he had squeezing tightly at the welcome intrusion inside her. Mark let out a soft chirrup of crying pleasure as the male otter began to pump in and out, the pleasure building up as he increased his speed..

Mark cried out as another orgasm washed over his body, his partner not even slowing down, but yet the need still built higher. Eventually the male let out a sound that was halfway between a snarl and a huff, biting down on Marks' neck possessively as his cock pulsed and spasmed, jets of hot virile seed filling Mark's fertile womb and giving him the strongest orgasm of his life, the needy heat rapidly transitioning to a pleasant glow that was comforting while Mark was limp and exhausted, yet finally sated.

The male slowly slid his member from Mark's nethers, then gently kissed his lover on the lips, and the warm glow compelled Mark to kiss back. The sensation of urgent need in his body was replaced with a growing sense of contentment, of completion, feeling protected and safe within the strong embrace of his lover.

Mark let out a soft coo of contentment as his lover idly began to trace random paths on his belly, then contorted his face as he felt something inside him begin to bloat. Looking down at his fur covered belly, Mark's eyes widened as he saw and felt it begin to swell. The pressure continued to grow and Mark began to panic, but a soft whisper from his lover caused it to melt, the male's hands gently caressing her breasts as they began to ache and swell. He playfully tweaked one of Mark's nipples, causing him to gasp in pleasure and a few drops of white milk fall onto his belly.

Mark's middle continued to expand, his pelt starting to pull tight as thoughts of motherhood, raising a family with his - his mate - start to run through his mind, while a thick haze grew over his other memories. A brief shudder ran through his body as his belly button popped outward, old memories, concerns, and worries lost when he felt one or both of twins growing inside his womb begin to move, already trying to be active.

Filled with that happy warm glow, Mark nuzzled into his lovers embrace, letting the content feeling fill his entire form, enjoying the warmth from his mate. He had been wanting a family, and as he took in his hunky mate he was glad that out of all the otter girls and women, he had chosen Mark. Yet something felt amiss, a look of concern on Mark's lover's face growing as he frowned, trying to figure out what was wrong.

Mark's musing were interrupted by twinge of pain, the sensation of something within her giving way, and a flood of fluid rushing out from her nethers. Eyes wide but eager, she turns to her mate and says it's time, before wincing as another contraction hit her.

As the midwife came quickly over and her mate's panic was addressed, Mark closed her eyes and rubbed her belly. She couldn't wait to meet her children, it was what, deep down, she really wanted.