As your new Master slides your ears into place on top of your head, your sense of hearing springs to life all at once. You can hear so much more, more vividly and clearly than you thought possible. The crickets chirping in the distance sound as if they're right beside you, the song of their legs carried on the soft wind like a violin maestro's performance echoing through a concert hall. Your ears perk and swivel as you track a passing chipmunk without ever seeing it, the click of its claws on the tree branches forming its path through the forest in your mind's eye. You catch the soft hum of the lights on your back porch, the bubbling water flowing through the pipes inside, the soft creaking as the wood adjusts in the cool night air. You're overwhelmed by the soundscape surrounding you, a symphony hidden away from your old human form, revealed with a mere gesture of your new Master's hands. A deep, appreciate purr rises in your throat as you express your gratitude to him in a way deeper than you can put into words.
The elk god's hands lovingly stroke the back of your new feline ears, gently caressing the soft, short fur that coats them with their tips. He slides the lengths of his fingers through your hair and it turns silky smooth and dirty blond beneath his touch, the strands changing length to give you a short feminine hair style. You note with distant amusement that Master is making you a bobcat with bob cut, and let a slight chuckle mingle with your purr, leaning further into his touch. All the while, at same fur flows over the surface of your face, white sprouting inside your ears, spreading around your eyes and mouth, then tracing a line down front of your throat before stopping to let the tan fur fill the rest of your face, stopping at the base of your neck as if to wait for further instructions.
Master lowers one hand down to your lips, teasing the soft surface with the edge of a black claw before tapping its tip into many spots just above your lips, hitting the skin with a sudden precise speed and purpose. The magic of his touch takes hold as a long, ghostly whisker sprouts from each spot, the thin strands letting you feel the outline of his hand as it moves away from your face. The whiskers make it feel as if he were still touching you, moving and swishing as his hand brushes against them. He grasps one and rolls it between his fingers, drawing a soft gasp from you at the odd but very pleasant sensation.
Before the warm dizziness of that even fades, he brings one thumb to the tip of your nose and starts rubbing the surface, slowly pushing the tip up and in. The skin beneath turns soft and moist while the bones beneath tilt upward. Your nose darkens as it starts ever so subtly pulling up on the middle of your lips, creating a ghost of a feline cleft to match the dark black kitten nose your Master has gifted you. He taps the tip of your nose with an index finger, and the magic of his touch brings your sense of smell to life just like your hearing. And though you can sense so many new smells and aromas all around you, there's only one that you can care about. Because now you can smell your Master, and the scent is overpowering, inescapable, intoxicating. The ethereal, masculine musk of the elk god fills your nose and your mind, the scent of power both magical and mundane, a mix of natural male musk with the smells of a forest in full splendor. It proclaims his power, his dominion over all things around him, and you can only hope that includes you as well. You want to fall into your Master's arms as it washes over you, but he raises one muscled arm to hold you up as you start to fall, the gesture ordering you to stay on your feet even as your soul begs to be closer to him. You force yourself to stay standing, if only because he wills it.
That hand raises back up to your shoulder, and the other one moves to mirror it. He gently grasps the top of each shoulder, fur sprouting beneath his touch once again. The same white that marked the inner surfaces of your thighs and legs fills the space of your armpit, the fur there growing soft and thick while the shorter tan rushes down your arms, spreading from your shoulders on down to top your hands. Your Master grasp your shoulders firmly, then tenses every muscle of his arms as his grip tightens. More of that blue lightning bursts out from the left side of his chest, where his heart is, you realize, and it surges down his arms and into yours, thick tangles of jagged blue arcs clamping down onto every bone and tendon in your arms and chest as he starts pushing on your shoulders. You can vividly feel every motion and contortion of your bones as he forces your shoulders into a narrower, more feminine profile, the bones all around smoothly adjusting to the new shape. He slides his closed fingers down your arms, reshaping them slowly and tenderly. Far from vanishing, your muscles become denser and stronger, compacting down to hide beneath a soft, plush cushion of fat that hides them from view. Your arms slim down and become dainty, yes, but your Master is making you stronger even as he changes your form to his liking. After slowly sculpting the curves of your arms, his hands finally reach yours, and in a surprising moment of intimacy he intertwines his fingers with yours. The blue sparks wrap around your mingled hands, and his magic goes to work even as your mind clouds with sheer adoration and loyalty for this amazing god that is willing to treat you so well. Your fingers shorten slightly, becoming dainty without becoming fragile. White fur spreads between your palms and fingertips, whose skin turns thicker and tougher, the bones beneath rearranging and contorting to hook directly into your fingernails, which turn to sharp, retractible claws that flex in and out as you twine your fingers with those of your god, your hands now a perfect mixture of a panther's powerful paws and the tender hands of a woman. Your purr deepens, and your Master smiles with a warmth and approval that makes you feel loved on a deep, spiritual level. Though you feared him mere minutes ago, you wouldn't stop this for the world.