Tailed Transformation

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The Nine-Tailed Fox

That was the thing about taking transformation potions: they were so very often unreliable triggers. Sometimes you could pick them up and find that they were a dud, that the potion and the magic that they had been infused with had faded with the time that they had been available for sale.

Bodie had picked up transformation triggers from all over the place, from coins to potions to even a strange transformation gel that he had smeared on his forearm to activate it. He was pretty innocuous, moving through crowds easily, the kind of guy who wasn't out to cause any trouble - well, except when he wanted to be noticed, of course. That rarely happened, however, with a quiet social group and a good job in a supermarket where he was moving up the ladder. One day, he'd leave there: until then, he'd be more than happy with things as long as he kept going forward.

Yet, in his off-time, Bodie sought more exciting thrills, even when they were the kind of thrills that were contained to his own body. Sometimes, that was all he could hope for, though it was often off-putting when he bought a new trigger and, well, it didn't quite work.

"Hm..."

He'd hoped to swap his bull tail for something a little fluffier on leaving work one evening, glancing up at where the pollution in the sky blocked out his view of the stars. His horns were not all that large, for a bull, but other anthros and people alike gave him a wide birth, for which Bodie was grateful. He didn't want to be bothered on his walk home, even though he had anticipated that the transformation trigger, a small pill that he had swallowed, was going to work within a few minutes.

"Damn thing..." He muttered to himself, his paws shoved into his pockets, even though they were often referred to as "hands" also when an anthro was not a species with specific paws. "Didn't even need to hide out in the bathroom for so long...before leaving..."

Bodie's plan, after all, had been to hide out in the bathroom after getting off his shift at work, leaving the rest of the work after his covered shift to the night stockers, and transform in there. Sure, it would have been a tight fit but, with the transformation he had picked up, it would have been doable. Getting out of there in a new body, however, might have been more challenging. That said, the prominence of so many transformation triggers all around, theft and the like was becoming more and more prominent. A body, however, always left behind something of the original, so DNA was still traceable.

It was fascinating just how far things had come over the years.

Still, that didn't change the bull's position as he grunted and stomped a little, pacing under a streetlight as the pool of light washed over him and then cast him back into shadow. Close to midnight, he had only about another ten minutes to get home.

And then it happened. At the mouth of an alleyway, he paused, head shooting up, Bodie's eyes wide and wild with a glassy sheen to them. He couldn't close his mouth, gargling faintly, the transformation gripping him unrelentingly, even though he had willingly taken the trigger. The bull simply had not been expecting it to snatch him up so ruthlessly - and now that the transformation had taken hold, it wasn't about to let him go until it had worked its full course.

"Unggghhh..."

Bodie groaned, trying to relax, though the need that arced through him was still there, a bundling warmth bristling in his loins. He liked transformation, of course, for more than simply swapping one body for another, need rising, his sheath already trying to plump up and fill out with his aching member. Yet it was merely a by-product to the more immediate pleasure at hand as his skin bubbled and rippled, the short coat of hair all over his body fading.

No... The hair was still there, thickening up - but fading in colour to a soft, pure white that stood out in the darkness of the night. There was no streetlight directly illuminating him at the entrance to the alleyway, though Bodie could only be grateful that there was no one there to see him, words stolen from his tongue as he grunted and moaned. Those were about all the sounds he could make, frozen in place, not even left the ability to shift his wait back and forth from one cloven hoof to the other.

Yet he felt everything, from the hardness of the pavement under his hooves to how the cool night air caressed his skin. White fur fluffed up over him, too warm and tickling his nose, and the bull trembled in place, aching to turn his head back and forth. It was an instinctive desire, something that was intended to relieve the tension from the cramping base of his neck, though the weight of his horns seemed less and less.

"Nnngghhh..."

It was a very strange sensation indeed to feel his horns retracting back into his head, his ears pulling up as the skin tugged and pointed into a fresh direction. Although he could twitch his ears, he had never had them be full forward-facing on top of his head, the tips pulling to smooth points, rounded right at the end, dipping into a cup-like interior to better filter sounds. The bull fought the urge to squirm, even though he could not do so, as tiny, fluffy hairs filled the insides of his ears, protecting them.

"Mmmm..."

It was wrong to be transforming out in the open, but, well, Bodie could only be grateful that he had not chosen a transformation that was going to greatly change his body type, even if his cock was fully out and harder than ever. It jutted out too obviously against the front of his black trousers, the ones that he usually wore for work in the supermarket, but there was no way for the bull to sweep the heat from his cheeks, tingling and prickling down his neck.

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Ah, to hell with it...

Any embarrassment would have to be set aside, for it did not belong there, no, not when Bodie was as wrapped up in the lust of transformation as he was. His tail ached and throbbed as his feet tingled, sensing the ground more intimately under his cloven hooves. Yet the bull swallowed a long, drawn-out groan as his tail thickened, fluffing up more and more with that white fur, before splitting.

His cock spurted pre-cum into his underwear as his tail stretched, splitting down the middle with an unnerving, peeling sensation. Bodie gulped, swallowing the saliva that was threatening to pool at the back of his mouth, though he did not even have the liberty of swinging his tail back and forth, no, not even as his transformation progressed.

Oh, but the bull ached to have his hand on his cock, jacking off fervently, biting his lip just to even attempt to keep himself quiet. It was different to any transformation that he had undergone before, from that thick, luxurious coat of white fur layering his body, so cosy even though he would have been happier to experience it nude, to the tails coming. One...two...three... His tail split and split, more fur tickling up against the rest as he tried to curl and twist them back and forth. Yet not even that part of his body was by any means under the bull's control as he grunted and shuddered.

Every tail, however, felt like it was connected to the muscle and sinew at the base of his spine and the bull ached to test them out, to see just how much they could be swished back and forth. Yet those kind of tails were not for wagging but curling and unfurling, letting the eye follow them as they danced a hypnotic sway.

A nine-tailed fox, after all, had more going for it than merely a vulpine muzzle.

"Mmmm..."

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