When he fades in, it's extremely dark. He can't see anything at all, and can't hear much either. However, he's able to feel something soft in front of him, but can't make out what it is.
He sits in darkness for the time being, waiting for something to happen. He can hear a muffled voice from above, but can't make out who it is or what they're saying. Briefly he can feel a pair of legs brush against him, indicating that his host is currently walking.
He was overall confused. He became a girl's pussy, but had no idea who's he was, and didn't even know where he was at the moment. For all he knew his host could be a kindergartener, and he wouldn't even know.
Eventually, after waiting for a few hours, he finally got a glimpse at where he was. A pair of orange leopard-print panties, complete with fake fur both on the inside and outside, were pulled down, and he was able to look around.
He was in a bathroom, a pretty nice one at that. He couldn't see all of it, but from his angle he was able to see the toilet as well as the edge of a sink peeking out behind a wall. The door was a nice blue coloration, and there was some green carpet on the floor, featuring a grass-like pattern with pawprints, but explicitly kept away from the toilet.
From what he could tell, his host was preparing for a bath, as the world around him lowered into the porcelain tub. It was already filled, so he was abruptly dunked underwater.
He still couldn't even see much, but from the distorted underwater view he could see light-skinned legs spread apart. He knew he'd just have to wait for now. As he waited, though, he could feel a pressure building up behind him.
It took about thirty minutes before his host got out of the bath. As she dried off, water dripped off of him, and now the pressure he was feeling before, which only intensified, is now above him. He realizes what this must be. "Oh shit!"
The girl sits down on the toilet soon after, and he's able to see the mirror from this position. He looks around first, but then checks the mirror, seeing who it is. He didn't recognize her, but he did know she was cute. A stream of urine quickly blocked his view, so he couldn't look at anything else.
Once she was done on the toilet, she stood up, flushed, and went to grab her clothes. She stopped herself however. "Actually, I think I'll get dressed later."
So she walked out of the bathroom, butt naked and with Jeff between her legs. From the very top of his vision he could barely see her small breasts jiggling as she moved. She entered her bedroom, and Jeff began looking around with the minimal vision he had. There were a few stuffed animals, with some being bigger than her. He swore he saw something poking out between the legs of one of them, but he couldn't actually make it out.
She sat at her desk, and he was able to look up and watch. She loaded up a website and went through some notifications, and that's when he realized who exactly this was. "Wait, THAT'S who she is??"
He recognized her as being one of the famous artists that lived nearby. He didn't personally follow her, but he was occasionally treated to recommendations of her art when searching, all of which being furry art. Some of it was tame, but there was the occasional sexual tone in it.
With some notifications checked, she decides to start drawing, and Jeff just stares in shock at who he's with right now. The very artist who was well known in the area, who's face he hadn't seen before. And now he was stuck between her legs, for the rest of her life, and watching her draw her artwork. She began to get started on...