As he continues to grind against you, some part of your mind is telling you that should his seed enter you something big will change and you will no longer be the same as you were earlier. As good as the sensation of that hard, throbbing object in your tunnel feels you will yourself against it, trying to find some means at getting away. Your face further pushes out into a muzzle as your nose lengthens and darkens as the fur begins to move up along your face. Each thrust of his member into you is sending waves of pleasure and as your legs instinctively spread out against your will to increase the pleasure you try to continue to struggle against him. A swelling sensation in your chest draws your attention downwards even and you try as hard as you can to not think about the hard, throbbing organ moving in and out of your sensitive tunnel. With every heaving breath you see your breasts grow just a little larger. His thrusting slows considerably and you fight the urge to try and thrust against him to continue the pleasurable sensation. You find out quickly the reason for the slowed pace is that he's found an interest in your growing breasts as well and he starts licking the top pair as two more rows of bumps begin to form on your abdomen. At first it mainly just feels odd as his course tongue teases your nipple but as they enlarge and fill out the more and more pleasurable his administrations become, urging you to let him continue.
As your ears begin to lengthen and move up to your head and start to feel a lump begin to grow from your rear end you begin to feel his knot begin to press against your lower lips and you know that if you don’t get free within the next couple of seconds you might never be able to extract yourself. You start to try and pull your arms away but his still have them securely fastened to the ground so you take advantage of how close his head currently is and slam your own vulpine head into his own. The pain causes him to cry out and pull his head back, having also bitten his tongue in the process. The pain in your own head allows you to take your mind away from the pleasurable sensations of his still very hard member pulling out slightly from his withdrawal. Your hands now free you push against his chest and push him off you completely and feeling the need at revenge for doing this to you and needing to slow him down more one of your long digitigrade feet kick out and into his groin. His hands quickly move to cover his sack in response to the pain and his red cock starts to slip back into the sheath and he gives out a long groan and you turn around to try and get away while you can, your eyes glancing at his red member with a sense of longing in spite of yourself.
The actual act of getting away wasn't as easy as you would have liked, however. Your body, still in mid transformation has not yet adopted any sort of knowledge in how to use these new appendages and you end up half crawling across the floor and out the door to some semblance of safety. Once you have the door closed you rest your back on it, using your own weight to hold it shut. As you try to calm yourself down you take a better look of yourself. all six of your breasts are large enough that they'd be noticeable in just about any shirt you could wear save a sweatshirt but not quite so big that they would have much of an affect on your movement nor will you need to be concerned with back problems. Looking further down you see your tail, still slowly inching its way outward, filling out with fur as it moves along. The slow pace of it tells you that without that werefox inside you the changes are still finishing, just at a much slower rate. Your hand touches the tail gently, probing it to see if it is in fact yours and the sensation causes you to clench down on the muscles in that area, causing your tail to twitch and your feminine lips to twitch as well. Your body begins to also feel very warm and the heat in your blood only seems to be rising, and not falling while you try to continue to calm yourself, your tongue lolling out of your vulpine mouth. A pleasurable sensation in your chest quickly forces you to come back into reality and looking down you catch one of your hands caressing on of your middle row of breasts. Forcefully you pull your hand away but the absence of it stimulating the sensitive mounds only make your heat worse.
Your now highly sensitive nose begins to pick up the odor of the werefox's arousal, the fact you can smell it again means he must have recovered enough to have his mind on taking his newest vixen, you. Your body aches to have something inside you to put at least some means to lessen the heat still coursing your veins and you find your hand slipping between your lower lips, sending new levels of pleasure to you. You moan slightly, too engrossed in trying to ease this seemingly insatiable hunger to do much of anything else. Your ears twitch slightly, moving to hear a sound from the other side of the door. Your mate is close. You shake your head quickly, not wanting to surrender to him even as more images of his red organ filling you drives you to pump your hand faster. You manage to pull your hand out of your sensitive lips, but only just barely. As the male werefox begins to pound against the door, trying to get in you realize that regardless of how much you may want to do so you would not be able to fight off him for long, not with him being something you know could finally put out this fire raging in your blood and loins. This means, you consider, that you have only the options to try and run and hope to get far enough away for your body's desire to ease or to give in and succumb to your heat, let him enter you and fill you as your body is screaming for you to do.