The sting of the fox man's slap still lingers as he reasserts his grip on your ass. He kneads you firmly, pulling on your newly softened ass to remind you of your quickly feminizing form. Your only response is a sharp feminine gasp, inherently acknowledging your predicament. Once again you hump him, hoping this time you'll be able to force his knot in while simultaneously somehow resisting the urge to say you're his bitch. He grins as he pulls you in and your pussy begins to stretch around his knot, but right at the apex it's slightly too much for you and you're forced back, oozing desperate wetness as your pussy clenches tightly and you're back to the top of his knot.
Amused, he brings his mouth right up to your ear and whispers, "Say it."
He's right. You have to do it. You have to get his knot inside. You have to say--
"I'm your bitch."
Your rasp is barely audible, but his response is immediate. He grunts harshly in satisfaction as his cock throbs sharply, swelling slightly with an intense warmth that quickly courses through your tender insides. Satisfying the fox man, his arousal, is what's fuelling your own transformation, and you whimper at the impossibility of the situation. Every part of transforming just makes you hornier and more of a woman, arouses him more, and ultimately transforms you more. The subtle wave of transformation washes through your body, tightens your hips and thighs, warms them, then leaves them with the feeling of a slight cramp. The sensation compels you to stretch and pop your hips, and knowing what's about to happen, you drop down to your elbows and look down at your pussy in anticipation.
"That's my girl," the fox man rasps as he leans back giving you a full view of his cock deep inside you, your hungry lips stretched around him. You brace yourself again and pop your hips one at at time, and you watch as it causes your hips to spread just a bit wider for your mate. "Thank you master," you whisper as a broad smile emerges from your face, "thank you for making me your... ah!"
The rest of the transformation interrupts you, and you yelp in pleasure and pain as your pussy lips finally open just wide enough and pull him all the way in. His impossibly hot head buries itself even deeper inside your loins, proudly pushing into the tunnel made just for him. An audible thud happens as your needy crotch finally presses against his body, briefly stimulating the sensitive new spot above your pussy lips. In the next moment, you reflexively clench tightly around the base of his cock, his cock and knot swell even more, and your locking is complete.
For a moment you both rest as he throbs within you, pulsing knot and all, while your pussy grips him hungrily. Slowly, you circle your hips as they finish their transformation, softening and widening just a little bit more to satisfy your master's desires. While your inner slut gathers herself, what remains of your masculinity takes control and tries to pull your hips back and off of him in a panic. You pull back, tugging on his knot, but your pussy lips are clenched tight, and all your feeble attempts manage to do is elicit a small feminine gasp of pain from yourself.
"Don't worry, my dear, soon _he'll_ be gone, and it'll be just you and me,"
The fox man's words frighten and delight you... he's not going to stop until you're something totally different. It's horrifying... but it feels soooo good.