As you clutch the orb, you feel something, a sensation between the warmth of a blanket fresh out of the dryer, and tingle of static electricity, flowing into your hands. At the same time, a gentle white glow emanates from your fingers, highlighting the strange sensation.
As you focus on them, you notice little black hairs sprouting all over your fingertips, starting from where you touched the orb, and spreading down each finger from there. Your fingernails dissolve, and in their place, short, blunted claws emerge.
Before you can question what is happening, more words echo in your mind from the orb
You desire to nurture
You desire to love
You desire to be loved
You wish to see the next generation healthy
You wish to see the next generation strong
You wish to bring new life into the world
You wish to guide new life as it grows
All this, and more, will be granted you
As your true nature shines through
The black hair, now a layer of fur, has completely coated your fingers, and started down your hand by the time you’ve registered the words.
‘Bring new life into the world?’ You think. ‘But I’m a guy…’
Yet, even in your own head, something about that thought seems to ring hollow now.
The white light surrounds your hands, and you can feel a swelling on your palms and fingertips, leathery paw-pads forming a cushioning between you and the orb. As the warm sensation and gentle light travel down your arms, what hair already grew from your arms turns a deep black from the elbows down, more and more hair growing out with every passing second. Your arms themselves seem to shrink, becoming thinner, narrower. As the light, and the changes it brings, pass your elbow, the fur growing from your body takes a deep orange, almost red, hue. With a gasp, your shoulders narrow, and you feel your Adam’s apple shrink back.
You find yourself taking deep breaths, each breath out forcing away more of your old self, each breath in pushing the light further through your body.
Red fur continues down your back, under your clothes, making them itch. But you don’t need to set down the orb to adjust them, because your shirt soon seems to magically unravel under the influence of the light, the threads shrinking away into the ether. Underneath, you see white fur growing down your chest. Further, you notice your areolas seem wider than before, and more fat seems to be building up beneath them with every breath you take.
What’s more, a second pair of nipples form, not far below the first, and start swelling up just as fast as the first. It barely feels like even a minute has passed before you suddenly feel your four large, luscious, and distinctly feminine breasts, slightly pressing against the orb in your hands. The warmth spreads directly into them from the orb, speeding up your changes even further, as milk fills your chest.
‘I can’t wait to let my little ones have their fill.’ The thought enters your mind unbidden. Moments ago, you might have thought the idea laughable, buteven if you yearned for it on a deeper level. But your old self cannot deny this desire finally breaking free from within you. It feels so right, too natural to refuse, as if this was what you were truly meant to be all along.
Fur spreads up your neck and over your head, and you feel a pinching and tugging sensation on your nose and jaw, as they stretch forward, narrowing and growing longer, reshaping into a distinct vulpine snout, the teeth within sharpening. As your nose turns black and reshapes, the scents around you get stronger, more distinct, to the point you feel confident you could identify an individual person or animal from smell alone. Your ears move up the sides of your head, stretching into triangular shapes, able to swivel somewhat to pick up sounds all around you. Meanwhile, your hair turns a deep red, can cascades down your back, smooth as silk.
As fur spreads further down, your pants and boxers unravel just as your shirt had, revealing your hips, already covered in fur, swelling to child-bearing proportions. Fat builds and builds behind you, giving you an ample hourglass figure that you know will not remain that way for long, and you could not be happier about it. You let out a pleasured gasp, followed by a moan, as your penis and balls begin to retreat into the moist slit opening up between your legs, nearly losing your balance from the pleasure, though the orb seems to prevent you from falling, or letting go of it.
Your thighs grow thicker as the light and red fur spread down them, slowing slightly at the knee, before black fur continues where the red halted, spreading down your increasingly shapely legs. Your feet narrow, and arch upward into a natural digitigrade stance, as black fur coats them, and paw pads form beneath them, claws accompanying them as toenails vanish.
Then you feel your spine stretching, new segments being added, muscle, skin and fur appearing alongside them, growing out behind you into a gorgeous, fluffy tail, deep red with a white tip.
Then you feel another. And another. Two more tails sprout behind you, and more than that, you feel a sense of peace come over you, as the orb pulls magic, the hidden essence of the universe, out of itself, and into your three tails, filling your head with knowledge of all kinds of spells, giving you the power to cast illusory disguises over yourself to blend in. You’re a mere third of the way through a kitsune’s journey to enlightenment, and the near-divine power of a nine-tailed fox, but even now, you feel a greater sense of power over the world around you than you could have ever dreamed of as a human.
Power that you would put to good use in time, as you felt the final addition swelling in your womb.
Your belly slowly stretches out before you, and you can’t help but feel a sense of pride as you feel your growing kits squirm (and sometimes, less comfortably, kick,) inside you. The orb finally seems to permit you to release it, and your hands instantly fall to your gravid form, rubbing around to assure your children that their mother is delighted to have them here. You aren’t sure exactly how far along you are, but you feel you’re at least two thirds of the way through your pregnancy, possibly far more. You can hardly wait to see your new kits face to face.
‘I’m going to be a mother!’ You think, half-giddy.