Femanon contracts Macro-werevixenism

it starts with a heavy sweat as you spot the full moon outside
a tingling shoots through you
the tiny, fine hairs all over your body sprout and thicken
darker around the hands and feet
white along your belly and chest
orange elsewhere
your palms and the soles of your feet toughen and harden
a coarseness that concentrates on these patches
then hairs sprout between them
they’re pads
the changes don’t stop there
the bones in your feet change
a dull pain as they creak and extend
the nails crack and fall away, leaving sharp pointed claws
you realise your feet are digitigrade paws
you moan as the thickening hair on your body overtakes any visible skin
leaving you covered in a luscious layer of fur
your ears twitch and push higher on your head, pointing through your foxish orange hair
and your face suffers a dull ache, that makes your eyes water, and your nose darkens
your teeth reform and grow sharper even as your jaw stretches out
and you fail to hold back a grin as you smell things you couldn’t before
with a light yelp, you lean forward as your back tingles and stretches
the you hold your hips as the forgotten, vestigial stub above your butt gains life
and you giggle as a fluffy, wagging tail sprouts
you finally see yourself in the mirror
standing before you is… a vixen
it’s an improvement
but merely you in shape besides these animalistic traits
but the moon fills you with purpose, and energy
and arousal
your hand instinctually reaches for your breast
you even hurt yourself as you bite your lip with your new, sharper canines as you gently squeeze your tit
yet it fights back, growing heavier and fuller against your padded palm
soon overwhelming it, overfilling your ability to cup it
and your other hand feels your belly
already softer thanks to the smooth, silky white fur, something else shifts
you feel a raw heat and moan as the moon’s power floods you
your thighs thicken
your biceps swell
and your hand feels light grooves that only grow deeper, until you rub and feel the contradiction of fur and hard, unyielding abs
the vixen in the mirror looks more formidable
hotter, curvier, stronger
you notice your eyes aren’t your natural colour
they’re yellow
they begin to glow, as the moon is relentless in your changes
a deep, almost electric surge runs through your whole body
you can barely keep yourself from plunging your fingers deep inside yourself as you feel it
the ground seems to ‘pinch’ together under your digitigrade paws
the ceiling looms lower upon you
the everyday things around you seem lesser
just all this raw power flooding you and spreading throughout your new, better you
you’re growing
becoming bigger
the floor creaks as your weight increases
things you know that would support you seem too weak
the room itself becomes cramped
you don’t care
you just want to be more
just keep growing!
you press your hands against the ceiling
then you drop down into your ass
the room shakes to such a petty gesture as sitting on your full, thick, rounded and fuzzy ass
you’re so powerful!
your new tail knocks over a table
your paws push against the wall
a thing to protect you, to grant you privacy, now cracks and crumbles against your feet
your back presses against the opposite side
you’re filling the room!
you’re so fucking big!
and still you’re growing!
your hands crash through into the other rooms
your head bursts through the ceiling
and your paws smash through into the cold air outside as the room gives way
you’re now outside and naked, and you don’t give a damn
the moonlight on your fur sends you into such an overwhelming growth spurt, you cry out in bliss
the buildings, trees and people around you fall away
until nothing reaches even your knee
and the ground quakes and splinters as you take your first step as a macro vixen
and everyone’s staring, afraid of what you might do
all you do is glance up to the moon and wonder
… how much bigger could you become?

Edit Report
Pub: 28 Dec 2022 13:44 UTC
Views: 647