Susan let out a large sigh as she leaned back in her chair, still basking in the afterglow of pleasure. Susan looked around her office, it looked more lived in, stray, unsorted papers sprawled on the table, a few now damp from her recent activities. Susan opened a drawer to retrieve a empty folder, only to find it empty, save a folder of printed smut, Susan flipped through it, she didn't remember making this, but looking at the pictures it clouded her judgement as the familiar pang hit her groin. Pictures and pictures of cum-dretched anthropomorphic foxes, and they seemed to be made by the same artist. Susan's free hand moved by itself as it instinctually moved back to trace her still damp folds.
Susan snapped out of the trace she was seemingly in as she blinked a few times. She was almost ready to go again. Susan looked down at her crotch, a thick patch of amber pubes greeted her. She flipped her hair, indeed matching the drapes. "Ok I know something is going on, I'm not a ginger" she stated, moving to look at the mirror that sat across the wall.
Susan studied herself, she still looked the same, except now her hair was a luscious red. Looking closer she only noticed her body was much more untamed, her arms and legs matching her newfound firey patch at her groin. The sight only reminded her of being that submissive fox. A pang returned as it groin. Susan bit her lip. Fuck, why am I so horny today? she wondered. There wasn't anyway she'd finish that report like this. Susan eyed back to the drawings, then to the computer, the lust burning through her as she started to breath heavily.