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Really, everything felt like jelly. I mean, I looked like it, thanks to that silvery goop all around me. But my legs really did feel like they weren't there anymore. With one hand on the table, the other reached down, feeling for what exactly was happening.

But when conflicting emotions are running through one's mind, fear may be an underlying one. It often gets confused with another—excitement. And damn, wasn't I excited. A sharp, well, not pain, a feeling hit me, arching over my back. I stuck my chest out as I leaned forward over the table, huffing, puffing, and tingling, swelling there on my chest. I wanted to clasp over my heart to see if I was okay and feel my heartbeat, but when I grabbed on, I got a handful of breasts. The gasp that rose from my mouth wasn't mine, well, wasn't his, if you get my drift. I stumbled back, looking down, and there they were, two breasts, soft, shapely, the kind I would just want to dive right into if I ever had the chance. But the slime had left them, leaving my chest exposed, prickling and tickling as soft, white fur rose up from my skin, covering me,m making me feel less naked, despite my nips sticking out free. I pressed my thumbs and fingers to those and sighed, rubbing myself. I never felt so good that I didn't even care that my hands were smaller. In fact, the black gloves of fur that covered them were quite cute, don't you think?

It took me a few seconds to notice pretty things. I then raised my arms, confirming that they were, in fact, my own, and then I used those new hands to trail down my form, realizing that I had shrunk not only in height but in size as well. I was petite, slender, yet with curves that would make anyone blush.

I yipped in delight at the new feeling. Whatever was happening to me couldn't be any more exciting. I bit my lip, er, my mouth, and a hand shot up, rubbing over my newly-formed muzzle. It wasn't so long, but it protruded out. I noticed it for the first time in my vision just then, but even then, my mouth never felt so correct, so comfortable. All my sharp, fresh teeth were safe in my mouth and not crowded at all.

The smells smacked me in the face, and my head swam with all this new information--I lived like a pig! And there was this ringing. I clapped at my ears, only to find nothing but fur where they were. That's when they twitched, and I had noticed that they were on top of my head. I raised a hand up, pulling at one of the pointed lobes. Sure enough, they were real.

But, while one hand was busy up there, the other wanted to go downward. It traced over my wiggly thigh, down between those hard-to-feel legs and discovering what I knew had been there ever since the slime retracted from my upper body. Those lips, so sensitive and warm, and that entrance in between that my fingers could slide in so easily. I murred as I leaned over, bending my knees, and enjoying my exploration.

But that's when those weakened legs couldn't hold me up anymore. I tumbled, falling back from my attempt to bend. It was then I discovered two things. One-I had a tail. Fluffy, adorable, sensitive enough that I yelped and rolled over after I landed. And two, I had an ass to die for! I reached back, stroking that fluffy tail and rubbing my poor butt, giving myself a quick smack for good measure. But, I had to focus back on the legs again, as that strange numbness went away, and I realized just what was happening. Why I felt so weird. Why I couldn't stand properly. My knees were pretty standard, but down below, everything was different. I wiggled my toes. More substantial, with sharp nails at the end. I picked myself up, sat, avoided my tail this time, and reached down, running my hands down along my calves, noticing the toned muscles, and the new bone structure. What was a human foot stretched and warped until the heels wouldn't ever hit the floor again, and at the front, I could feel these soft, beautiful paw-pads. So sensitive were they that I rubbed at them a bit and just enjoyed the feeling.

Nodding, I grabbed onto the coffee table again and stood up once more, my nails clicking on the floor as I tiptoed around on my new feet. I giggled as I stumbled around. What did it matter that I was no longer human? I was, am beautiful, sexy! I had to see myself in full. I stumbled, walked, ran to the bathroom, and threw open the door, staring at the mirror.

The beautiful fox that stared back at me smiled so fully. I reached out to touch her but met glass, so I touched her in other ways, oh so many ways. Shall I tell you about it? All this talk is reminding me of how I felt back then and how I feel now. I need that same stimulation, and I'm so ready to receive it. You can join in or watch me. Your choice…"

And what a choice he made. To give a little context, he arrived at my apartment, claiming to be a paranormal investigator. He contacted me via email the day after my initial transformation. He seemed kind enough, and so I told him about my plight. By the time he actually came over, I had been in my current form for about a week. Sure, I went through a quick bit of existential dread and a bit of panic, who wouldn't? I was being removed from all that I knew about myself. I was losing my comfort in the mundane and in the “real." At the time, I didn't realize that it was just a persona—a mask worn by myself because of what society had given to me. What the substance did when it took me, enveloped me, and morphed me showed me the truth of who I was always meant to be.

I told him this, of course, when he stood there, slack-jawed at the sight of a naked vixen answering the door. He was the perfect gentleman as I set him down on my couch and sat next to him. Though he didn't put a hand on me, I knew he wanted to. Once I finished my tale, I told him about how horny my story had made me, and how I wanted, no need, him to help me feel satisfied.

He was a little clumsy at first, grabbing onto me and petting my fluffy fur. I don't blame him. That's one of the first things I would go after. It was a pleasant surprise. I was expecting more of a man-handling like I would have done in my previous life. I let him have his fun for a little bit before I urged his hands down along my body. It was time for my enjoyment, as well.

Nuzzle pressed up against his mouth, and my tongue danced along inside with his. It made me shudder and shake. It made him hard.

I pulled him in with my arms over his shoulders, letting him lay upon me. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled back from the kiss, fluttering my eyes as I stared longingly into his.

Without saying anything else, he undid his pants, fumbling out of his belt and attempting to get all that heavy researching gear off him. Soon, his cock would come out, and I would finally feel it resting upon my soft fur. Its warmth and that pulsating sensation of his heartbeat on his dick—I never thought I would have thought such a feeling would make me feel so whole. And I never thought any other sense would make me feel even more complete.

Obviously, I was wrong.

He sighed as he held onto me, bringing his face up against my chest and rubbing it against my breasts. I admired the way he adored me. Perhaps it was a dream come true for him. My whole life now feels like a dream, after all. But soon, he rocked backward, lining up his length against my sex, and pushed inside.

To feel a real, hot, human dick fills me up—now that is pure magic. I should know, as I'm quite magical right now. Really, though, we didn't have time to go over the abilities I could do or the things I could conjure. I was too thirsty, and he was the oasis in the desert. I rocked my hips over him, letting the pace dictate where we would travel. I whispered into his ear, clinging to his back as I said, “keep it up, just like this. This is…. This is perfect…"

He obeyed, rocking inside me, letting my walls milk him and touching my every need by following my gentle urges—my orders and my commands.

It wasn't too ambitious. Oh, there were so many things I wanted to try. With a simple connection between male and female, I achieved for the very first time, the first orgasm by a man, and he achieved perhaps his first orgasm at all. His whimpers left little kisses in my ears, and his groans filled in what small void was after he shot up deep inside of me.

The afterglow was something we basked in for a good few seconds, letting only our breaths communicate. But, he scrambled up from me, his face bright red, pulling his pants up. His apologies were so cute, but I sat up, rubbing my tummy with my padded fingers. I told him there was nothing to worry about. There's no way a human and what I had become could have children together.

I mean, I have no idea if that's true, but no use making the guy worry. He immediately sighed after that and buttoned his pants back up.

“So, what's next?" he asked, “f-for you," he added, quickly. He knew the score between the two of us.

I told him the truth by showing him sparks of magical energy from the tips of my fingers. “Well, if you have no idea, then I suppose I'll just go out there and find out what's around for someone like me."

“Out… there?" he asked, eyeing the door to my apartment.

I giggled, leaning in and nuzzling his cheek. “Oh, you poor cute little thing. My mind's been opened so far beyond that…" With a flick of my wrist, I placed the incantation upon the door, and the hallway he entered from was no more. Instead, there was a field of green and a village beyond. “I just wanted to have one last human contact before I checked out what was there." I kissed him, with one last tender kiss, before I slipped off, stepping through the portal and to my new life—the life of a sexy vixen sorceress!