You slump on the bench and finish your bottle before tossing it. After ten dutiful years at the company, how could they just lay you off? It seemed your whole world was on its head and there was nothing you could do. After checking on some things, you realize you can't mope around forever and get up to go walk home, unsure of what the future would bring.
As you walk, things begin to stir in your body without your knowing. Whether it be some cosmic force, new magic, or a deity's doing, you've been elected as the start of a new age for the world. One where its previous dominant species is laid low to be a mere part of the new masters of the world. Unfortunately, or fortunately, you would have no idea what was changing as your own reality shifted to this new paradigm.
You walk down the street, your legs carrying your slumped body like they should until, they didn't. You kept walking home like normal but instead, on all fours as your legs began losing strength. Your arms began gaining strength and began to haul your weight instead of your legs. Anyone who saw you, could not recognize your new stance as foreign so you kept going along. As your arms kept gaining strength, you eventually started walking on a handstand. It just felt so natural now.
Now that you're properly upside down, your body begins readjusting itself. Organ's shift, bones rearrange, muscles shrink and grow elsewhere. Now, a new force begins to grow from you. You can feel a new entity in your body, relinquishing control from you. For once, you stop, only for a moment until you keep going forward. As you walk, your old legs begin moving on their own, growing fur and turning your feet into proper hands. You still just need to get home but why you need do seems to illude you now. Maybe it's masters idea.
You feel your crotch clench up and expand. Something is growing but you can't see it. Why would you? You know it's the head of your master. The head grows and shapes itself into a shape not dissimilar to a red fox. He breathes for the first time and relinquishes control of your old arms. Now fully in control, he keeps moving along, going back to his house. You relax like you always have, after all, cocks aren't supposed to do anything right now but relax. Fur grows up your old arms and they rearrange into proper digitigrade legs fit for a proper anthro. You can't see it, but you can feel a tail form out of his backside and begin to swish around until you lose feeling there completely isolating you to your head.
You feel your neck elongate, it feels good. You love when you feel this good because you know what master will do soon. Your neck keeps elongating and its bones begin to dissolve. Your hair begins to fall out and your head and shaft neck turn bright red. Your thoughts begin to slip, no longer necessary for function, all that's needed now is for you to throb and leak for your owner. You do so happily until you just, do so out of pure instinct. All thought being replaced with simple bodily functions. You throb and leak as the last of your face slips away into the tip of a foxy penis.
Kress can barely keep a hold of himself. He's never been this hard walking home. Maybe he'll finally invest in a bike to get him home quicker. He liked that idea. For now, he needed to attend to business. He began to stroke himself, letting his cock finally give in and release all over the floor. He'd need to clean that later. For now he, was just glad to be home from another day of work. He was sure glad his position was secure and the company was stable. He'd hate to get laid off after seventeen years at the company.