Her hands came down to either side of his face. She felt his tears but didn't care. Again, that wicked smile.
James gritted his teeth and stared up at her intensely. He knew he couldn't stop her but at least he could bore an imaginary hole in her head.
The Madame continued, unfettered, by lifted her hands slowly up. Instead of staying where they were, his face seemed to come with it. Pushing up, James gasped and revealed that his teeth were getting a little sharper too. His nose went black, wiggled, and tipped his new muzzle nicely. Whiskers poked through the Madame's fingers and when she finally pulled away completely, James was left with a very raccoon looking face that was also mixed with a rather attractive girl's.
"Almost there, boys, don't worry." Madame stood and walked around James as he tried to gather himself. His new nose was picking up on all sorts of scents. Popcorn, hay, plastic, pre-cum, drool. Breathing from his new mouth, the sensation of air coming in from all sides of his mouth was definitely a new one. He was too preoccupied with his new head to notice the Madame kneeling down over his stomach.
"Well he is certainly a she now. Let's just work on that coon part, shall we?"
She touched that finger that James had grown to hate to the center of his stomach. Like a drop into a pool of water, fur spread out from her finger point over his body. It felt like the worse case of goosebumps he had ever had. It was white along his stomach and down to his groin but darkened as it reached his sides and legs. His breasts were covered in a fine coat save the areolas and as it crept up his neck, James remembered his life of leisure this morning. It was a great distance away from the female raccoon he was seconds away from being.
It went around his ankles just as it went around his muzzle. As it reached his eyes he shut them tight. The familiar mask of the raccoon grew in just his new dark nails did. The fur stopped at his head where his white hair- tied into a pony-tail by Madame- took precedence.
"And there you have it, folks. If there was any doubt of my abilities they should be more than dismissed. I turned this," she motioned to James whose eyes just began to open, "joke of a man into a sexy creature you wouldn't mind poking through your garbage."
The crowd, if it wasn't obvious, was clapping, cheering and totally under her magnetic showmenship.
"When do we get to fuck her?" A man screamed.
"Let me at her! I'll tear that up!" Yelled the man in the front.
James was still on the ground, hand on his head, trying to stop his head from spinning.
"I did promise one of you the pleasure and the Madame never disappoints. He warned, though, as James would tell you if he could, stepping up here can bear all sorts of fruits."
Despite the warning, nearly every hand went up. She pondered the choice.