Jeff took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving the screen as he slid the "Species" bar to "Fox" and selected "Anthropomorphic." His fingers hovered over the "Save" button for a moment before pressing it with deliberate intent. The room seemed to pulse with a strange energy as the changes began.
Boris, standing in the middle of the room, crossed his arms skeptically. "Alright, Jeff. Let's see what this—whoa!" His sentence was cut off as a sensation like a gentle ripple passed through him. His limbs tingled, and he watched with wide eyes as his hands began to shift, his nails darkening and sharpening into short claws.
Soft reddish-orange fur sprouted from his skin, cascading down his arms like wildfire. The hair on his head followed suit, growing thicker and richer, a striking rust color that framed his face. Boris lifted his hands to touch it, more curious than alarmed, as his ears began to elongate, sliding up his skull to perch atop his head, twitching as they adjusted to their new height.
Jeff watched with a mix of fascination and satisfaction. Boris's nose turned black and damp, pushing outward into a delicate snout, while his lips thinned to accommodate the transformation. His eyes brightened to a sharp amber, pupils contracting into narrow slits.
Boris shivered as fur continued to envelop his body, his shirt straining slightly as his torso reshaped. His back arched lightly, spine realigning with a series of satisfying pops. The fur settled snugly, outlining his new form.
And then came the tail. It unfurled from the base of Boris's spine, thick and fluffy, curling upward. He stumbled slightly, a laugh escaping him at the absurdity of it all. "Jeff, this is... I don't even…" he trailed off, his hands fumbling with his pants, awkwardly lowering them to allow his new bushy appendage to swish freely.
By the time the transformation was complete, Boris stood there—a fox on two legs. His clothing fit a bit more snugly over his altered shape, emphasizing his new form without any overt sexualization—just a surreal, wild elegance.
"Wow," Boris said, testing the width of his new voice—and well, that hadn’t changed at least. He flashed a sharp-toothed grin. "I feel...different. Kinda like it to be honest."
Jeff leaned casually against the computer desk, a mischievous glint in his eye as he turned toward Boris. "Alright, so there's a second phase to this transformation," Jeff announced, trying to keep his tone nonchalant, though the anticipation was evident on his face.
Boris cocked an eyebrow, his fluffy ears twitching slightly at the mention. "Second phase? And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" he inquired, a mix of skepticism and intrigue in his voice.
Jeff smirked. "Let's just say it's something that'll make you appreciate your new form even more," he hinted cryptically. "But before we get to it, you might want to, uh, lose the clothes."
Boris blinked in surprise, his mouth opening and closing as he processed Jeff's suggestion. "You want me to strip? Seriously?"
"Trust me on this one," Jeff insisted, waving his hand dismissively, "It'll be worth it."
With a reluctant sigh, Boris began to undress. He hesitated for a moment, adjusting mentally to the idea, before pulling off his shirt. The fabric slipped easily over his newly pointed ears, revealing more of the lush fur covering his body. Next came the pants and boxers, which he stepped out of with surprising agility, his fluffy tail flicking behind him as he did.
Standing there, Boris shivered a little, more from the strange excitement than cold. The fur cloaked him like a natural garment, a new part of his identity, enveloping him in warmth and softness. His eyes flitted down, catching sight of himself, and he was relieved to note how effectively the thick fur obscured his modesty, leaving only the faint hint of a furry sheath amid the plush covering.
"Alright," Boris said, unable to resist running a clawed hand through the white-tipped fur on his chest, "I'm waiting. What now?"