"Well, what do you think?" Marco asked with a leer as Christina lowered the phone to her lap. "How quickly do these changes usually happen, babe?" She could see that this dude she barely even knew was already getting a boner at the thought of her acting as she did in the short blurb he'd uploaded.
Handing his phone back, she rolled off the sofa and back onto all fours, which really did feel natural in her panda-fied body. "I guess it happens pretty soon after the chapter is posted," she grumbled, glancing back at Marco, who now unashamedly had one hand down the front of his pants. Christina rolled her eyes, the whites standing out amongst the darkly-furred patches surrounding them. "I haven't noticed it forcing my actions or thoughts though, Marco, so I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you. I really can't believe you think I'd be that easy the very first time we hang out one-on-one!"
A grumble in her plump mid-section heralded the start of the changes, and Christina was unsurprised to feel the "sucking sensation" she'd just read about pulling at her sagging stomach. At the same time, her feet were reshaping, returning once more to a fully-human form under fuzzy black fur as her legs thinned and stretched to model-like lengths. Sinking back onto her once-more human haunches, Christina looked down to find that her body, while still sporting almost-obnoxiously enormous white-furred tits, was now coming to resemble an hourglass shape as she lost most of the fat that had been added by her initial transformation. Smooth white fur covered a toned stomach with only a small, feminine pooch below her navel remaining. Her hands, arms and shoulders were back to their human shape under a coating of black fur, and as she raised her hand to her face, she could tell that her panda muzzle had flattened somewhat back into her face, stopping as just a slight protrusion. She could see long lashes fluttering as she blinked, and guessed that her eyes had grown as the story dictated, and as she swung her head to check on her guest, silky black hair swirled over her shoulders and fell heavily to tickle her waist.
As her eyes landed on Marco, she realized that his blurb hadn't only affected her own proportions: once a somewhat lanky guy of just above average-height, Marco seemed to have grown over half a foot and packed on pounds of muscle! His face had changed as well, becoming more chiseled and 'classically handsome' as he changed to resemble the 'ripped dude' he'd written about in his misogynistic paragraph.
Christina sighed, rolling her enlarged eyes once more. "Of-fucking-course," she growled "all your subtle descriptions of yourself as a 'studly visitor' and 'muscular male' WOULD just go a give you exactly what you want!"