You feel his warmth filling up your insides, but your orgasm doesn't subside - instead it seems to be travelling from your tingling cunt into your entire body. You start to feel a pressure at the edges of your being, a very difficult to describe sensation... when you were male, it would have been the equivalent of an erection, but now you feel it in your extremities.
You close your eyes as intense visions of the fox-man's cock begin to flood your mind, as your face (!) begins to feel like it's pressing out. It takes you a moment to realise in your ecstasy that what you are feeling is a muzzle forming on your face... the erectile pleasure begins to pull on your tailbone as a small tail begins to expand on your rear end...
The pleasure is too much - you need this feeling to be released. You begin to gyrate against the fox-man's still-hard member, as he obliges you by sliding his knot against your greedy, sucking pussy lips. As he fucks you once again, you feel the changes accelerate - your pale womanly skin is sprouting very soft and velvety red hairs. Your nose feels incredibly sensative, and you pick up the musky scent of your mate... you want his knot in you, to be bound to him. You begin to whine, not quite sure how to make your elongated mouth form the words. He seems to understand, and presses the swelling base of his member against your feminine folds. It enters, filling your vagina, as hot liquids drip from the bond onto the floor of the mansion, steaming in open air.
As he locks onto you, you begin to feel the "erection" of your body in your feet, as your arches begin to fill with fur. Your foot elongates until you can rub your toes against the digitigrade foot of the fox-man. Your big toes shrink into obscurity, while the others grow dainty black claws. The balls of your feet feel puffy, and you realize that you have paw-pads now, and that you don't care.
You want to be complete now, you're so far removed from the person you woke up as this morning that you barely remember that life at all. The fox-man licks your lengthening ears tenderly as he continues to gyrate within you, as you murr in approval.
You begin to lose track of the time, the fucking doesn't seem to get old or boring, but somewhere during the night you have fallen asleep...