‘I am Fia!’ You state ‘Vixen goddess of all wild warm blooded beings!’
The two masseuses nod and continued coating you in more of the grey putty, it was beginning to harden into clay as they worked, but you didn’t mind.
You felt the savage energy flow through you as they added to your form. A primeval gap that you were filling with your own body. Your body was becoming a conduit for all the souls and thoughts of all wild mammals. You could hear their souls as they ran along tree tops or slept in there burritos. Felt the sweet suckle of their young as you both fed your young and greedily drank your mothers warm nourishing milk.
The masseuses/ artists piled on more grey clay. They added to your form, but also took away. They thinned down limbs, giving you tightly packed muscles. Your body was becoming thin and athletic. They made you stronger, but not bulkier infact the experience left you thinner than your original female form. As well as this they reduce your cup size. Your once proud F cups were made into minuscule B cups devoid of nipples. Disappointing your new savage form didn’t allow such mammoth breasts .
But the clay on your chest wasn’t discarded, they redistributed it, adding to your growing athletic body, they also took the material and piled it onto your face. There was substantial left over so they used it to lengthen your jaw into a muzzle. They were carful to capture your hair in the same configuration as your first change. Leaving it long and flowing down your back. They added a fluffy tail above your ample ass that your more than sure they added clay taken away from your breasts to. You were no longer an hour glass, but at least you made a fine pear.
The clay hardened and the girls worked faster. They straightened your arms, making you T pose but with your hands facing up and elbows slightly bent. One got to work on your feet while the other shaped your hands. Both turned them into paws, the one working below bringing you up to your toes, while adding clay for balance. She piled on more clay and thinned your ancles giving you a high heals look but with paws at the bottom. She merged toes together adding thin claws to the front to give you a more dangerous feel. Meanwhile the one working on your extended hands did the same, merging fingers and adding claws, however the paws at the end of your wrists were more capable of grabbing things than the paws at the end of your legs.
They took the left over clay and added it to the top of your head, giving you pointed fox ears that broke through your long flowing hair.
They clay hardened when the massage artists stopped shaping you. You were now in the form of an anthro fox, arms extended in a way of preparing for a hug, but you weren’t finished even if you were hardened.
The two women got to work chizzeling fur detail into your swooth stone skin/ stone, you felt every hammer blow and chip as they shaped you adding detail. They gave you a navel and sharpened your claws, making your pawed hands and feet even more defined. One working on your face. You felt them carve in your eyes, giving you a warm understanding glance at those who stood before you. They carved a mouth onto your muzzle. Giving you a wet nose if you were flesh and a mischievous grin showing your fangs. It suited your body perfectly.
They finished their carving with your tail, once done they clapped their hands before you bowing, then produced a mirror to examine your self.
Standing on the pedestal was a beautiful anthro vixen fox girl with an athletic frame and thighs that could crush a water melon without difficulties. Dispite this your body was always athletically built, clearly the body of someone who runs a lot, but still doesn’t neglect to work out other aspects. Your arms were in a T pose slightly bent upward. You were still a little mad about the reduced size of your bust, but the fur detail on your six pack and navel more than made up for it. Finally your face was that of a fox with long flowing hair down to her poofy tail. Your face grinned showing your sharp teeth, you were still recognizable as something that could be called human, but now you were more savage and primal. If you could you would have licked your lips and feel the sharp teeth on your tong.
But you couldn’t so you didn’t.
You watched as the two women worked two full body mirrors in a way to were you could see your whole body in all it’s detailed glory, you wished they would have lingered on your ass a little more, but the detail on your back muscles was incredible when it wasn’t obscured by you beautiful long flowing hair.
One finished the two girls bow before you in prayer.
You would smile to match your statue. You were more than satisfied with the results.