Tyler plopped to the floor, reclining on his side as his excited muzzle shot towards the last part of his body that still stank of humanity. Hanging feebly right between his strong vulpine hindlegs, right underneath his perfectly plush belly was that pitifully plain penis of a human boy. Tyler’s nose shriveled back at the smell of it, hating the squishy feel of that flaccid dick as his his fuzzy muzzle grazed across the tip of his dry, circumcised glans.
Tyler recoiled, wiping the old smell of human off his snout with a front paw. A fox! He was a fox now! His simplifying mind echoed it over and over as his human mind shrunk to the size of a pea. He now had the sleek and sensual body of a todd in its prime, the form he was always supposed to have! Just the thought of it turned him on, his pathetic human penis weakly growing an erection as that gross boy cock rubbed against his pure white belly fluff.
The new fox writhed in bliss as his coat tickled his penis, Tyler humping that shaft against the bedroom rug as he panted and drooled. The chronovac whirred to life close by, a wireframe model Tyler’s penis displayed on screen next to the shrinking proportion of his mind that was still human: 8%.
It was starting to change him again! That warm fox fuzz began hugging around his gross boy penis, covering it in a warm, fleshy cage of bestial sheath. Tyler watched as several inches of fox sheath formed along the bottom as his shaft, slurping up his little human erection until that beige, fleshy cock tip audibly slopped inside that lush, moist cave.
The new fox’s hindleg thumped in pleasure as his sheath massaged his small boy prick, kneading that musky sheath juice into his dry human skin. His muzzle dove back down between his hindlegs as his long vulpine tongue made out with that plump fuzzy tube. He slathered it in drool, kissing and pushing back his sheath to reveal his still human cock. But now, it was covered in a gooey glaze of fox-scented precum, masking any trace of that old man-stink it used to have. Tyler lapped at it like a meaty popsicle a few times before sucking it into his vulpine maw, tongue cradling it as he humped his hips back and forth, basking in the pleasure of his changing sex.
The former boy yipped as his mouth was suddenly painted in cum. Human cum. He wretched as his boy balls emptied all of the gross boy spunk inside his maw – but he swallowed it. He lapped his teeth and cock clean of all the foul-tasting jizz, feeling that putrid spunk drip from his muzzle as he struggled to drink it all down - to rid the world of the last of his human seed.
As that broad fox tongue massaged his shaft, he could feel the skin grow sleek. With every lap, the skin changed into hot, red vulpine meat, the midsection growing in girth and length as his glans shrunk to a firm, tapered point. Flesh bulged at the bottom, stretching his sheath as a tennis-ball-sized knot completed the shaft leaving a six-inch long piece of fox pride nestled in the new fox’s maw.
Tyler’s tail wagged back and forth as he neared completion, the chronovac slowly vacuuming away the last vestiges of humanity from his brain. He nursed from his fox meat as his deepest memories evaporated. He forgot about his family. The recollection of his mother’s smell and face slipped away. His hopes for the future – his wanting to be an astronaut, his wanting a wife and a big family – replaced by the need to fuck foxes. All his human faculties went dark – his very soul shifting to that of an animal!
His hairless scrotum bulged with vulpine life as two plump egg-sized balls began producing fox sperm. His ball sack grew fluffy white fuzz as it plapped against his thin black lips, Tyler whimpering and yipping in bliss as his final changes wracked his perfecting vulpine form. That dreadful stench of human jizz was suddenly drenched in a wave of musky fox cum, Tyler proudly swallowing down slurp after slurp of his kits as he suckled from his meaty canine prick. Cum drooled from his lips, staining the carpet in the acrid fox smell as his orgasm slowly dissipated, leaving nothing but a very satisfied todd in its place.
“0%” read the chronovac’s screen, just showing a model of Tyler's new fox penis. Nothing was left of Tyler, leaving just a happy todd in his place.
Tyler basked in his new body for a few minutes before slowly bringing himself to all fours. He huffed at the floor, lapping up any stray strands of kit batter, eventually coming across a puddle of gross human spunk. Tyler recoiled from the awful smell, lifting a hindleg as a steamy stream of acrid vulpine piss hosed down the cum, getting rid of that human stink and marking the room as his own.
Thoughts of mating seeped into his bestial mind – the need to get his dick wet inside another’s fox’s rear consuming what few thoughts his feral brain could muster. Suddenly the heavy sound of footsteps from outside got his attention. Humans! Tyler hated those! He peered around the room, looking for an escape – spotting a window and tight space underneath the bed where he could hide. Run outside, or stay in his territory and that the chronovac might make a new mate for him?