Your eyes examine the costumes until they stop at one in particular. The costume is mostly made of white fur save for black fur at the end of the arms and legs and at the tip of the tail and ears. Reaching out, you unhook the costume from the rack and hold it up. The first thing you notice is the weight which is mostly in the breasts and the large bushy tail.
“That’s a beauty of a fox right there,” The red-haired woman comments as she smiles at you, “Ready to try it on?”
Letting out a sigh, knowing this was your fate, you look back to her and ask, “How long will I be this? Be her. Be a fox.”
“Vixen specifically,” she corrects before continuing, “Roughly three months if everything goes well and your first litter is successful. You will need to help raise them initially. Six months if we need to try a few things.”
Looking around the medium sized, sparsely furnished, office you look back at the woman who’s typing something into a device tablet she pulled from somewhere and ask, “What’s the next step?”
“Strip down naked here and put it on. I’ll zip you up once you have it on and then we’ll proceed.
Stepping back, you lay the costume down on the desk allowing you to step back and really look at it. The head has no face, being an open hood, with large white-furred triangular ears at the top with black fur at the tips. Your eyes go down and stop at the impressive D-cup breasts on the costume and you note the odd lack of nipples on them.
“As you fuse with the suit they’ll develop.”
Startled you look up as blood flows to your face. “I... What?” The woman’s looking at you with a coy smile on her face.
“I know where you were looking and likely what you noticed was missing. Such details are not needed as you’ll grow teats as you fuse.”
“Fuse?”
“Once you put that costume on and I start the process you’ll fuse with the costume. You’ll become the vixen you see before you. Not that you’ll be a biped human fox antro. Instead you’ll be reminiscent of that form as a cute vixen.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Not really. Some discomfort though you won’t notice it.”
Looking back to the costume you notice the area around the hips are wider, making the costume have a distinct hourglass figure. Looking at the costume as a whole gives you a weird sensation. You’re looking at what you’re about to become; a female fox, a vixen.
With on last sigh you begin to take all your clothes off and walk over to the costume. As you near it, you reach out and feel the fur again. It’s so soft, inviting almost. You reach up and feel the breasts. They give a little but are also firm. You can feel blood begin to flow to your penis.
“Ahum”
Startled again, you look back to the woman who has a serious expression on her face.
After a moment, she says, “I understand your hesitancy but I must insist that we keep this matter as professional as possible.” After releasing a breath, the woman adds, “I know you’re aroused by the costume’s assets, but remember those will soon be yours.”
The unease of the situation comes back to you as you lift your hand from the fuzzy mound. The breast you were just feeling would soon be your own, at least in part. Picking the costume, your future self, up you look for an opening. Spinning it around reveals a long zipper that runs from the head to the tail. Unzipping the costume reveals nothing out of the ordinary, just the backing of furry fabric. Balancing on one foot you stick your other into the costume. It’s somewhat tight but with a little effort you’re able to the push your foot into the costume’s paw. The fabric is soft against your skin. Balancing on your now pawed foot, you do the same with the other foot.
Pulling the costume up your legs reveals a new problem, where to put your penis.
As you start to look over to the woman, she responds, “There’s a small opening for the penis. It’s not a pocket but more a sheath that’s exposed to the outside. Before you ask, though, no, this is not a ‘herm’ suit. You will be fully female.”
Only half listening to the entirety of what the woman was saying, you feel around with your left hand and find the opening. Pulling the costume up around your hips, you guide your enlarged penis through the opening and feel the tip exposed to the room’s chilly air.
As you force your hands and arms into the costume’s hand-paws and sleeves, a strange curiosity comes to you. What will it be like to be this costume? To be a vixen? To be mated?
“Let me help you,” She says as she walks up and pulls the costume over your shoulders. “I know those paws are useless at this point.”
“Oh!” escapes your mouth as you feel the two, ample, breasts hit your pecs and seem to stick to them.
“That’s normal.” She says in response as she pulls the hood over your head. “Breath in for me.”
As you do as instructed, you hear the zipper being pulled up. You’re glad you did breath in as the costume becomes tighter and tighter the higher she pulls the zipper up. As she finishes, you exhale and close your eyes. The costume is tight but soft, like your entire body is being lovingly hugged. A strange comfort fills you. Your curiosity comes back to the question of how it’d feel to be mated. The next logical question comes to you.
“Who’s my mate?”
Through the fabric you feel the woman place her hand on your shoulder as she says, “Me.”
“Wha-“ You start to ask surprised but you’re interrupted as you feel something clasp around your neck.
“I will be your mate,” The woman repeats as she walks from behind you to your side as she presses a button on her tablet. “I just applied your collar. Your changes will start in any moment.” A hum fills the room as long ceiling-mounted mirrors descend from slits in the ceiling, encircling you.
“You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to but the mirrors and built-in cameras are required. We need to get you from all angles for future reference.”
As the mirrors reach the ground you can’t help but look at yourself. Where normally you’d see a six foot moderately built man, now stands a very feminine-looking person with a furry-fetish. The costume’s fur is thick and lushes. The foot-paws are plump and the black fur flows up to under the knees where white fur starts. The hips are generous, well equipped for child bearing, and in the middle you see your erect penis’s head poking out of its sheath, desiring attention. As your eyes go up you note how the waist slims down until the large breasts widen the form out up to the shoulders. As you look up, you note the addition of a pink collar with a yellow blinking light on it. Your face greets you as you look up at the two fox ears at the top.
Closing your eyes you try to figure out what to do or say as you wait for the inevitable.