After waiting for almost a minute, you hear heavy footfalls and a large man comes trudging into the clearing. He almost doesn't notice you at first, seemingly intent on following some kind of trail, only to do a double take and look at you. You both pause and you sit there, mouth slightly agape as you carefully wipe a bit of juice off your mouth. Your heart is pounding in a fight or flight reflex, but he hasn't made a move yet, giving you time to stand and look for an escape route.
"Hey, whoa now, careful," he says. "I'm not going to hurt you. Are you okay?"
You can't help but notice as his eyes glance down repeatedly, struggling to keep his eyes off your new and shapely body. Feeling uncomfortable in ways you never thought possible, you wrap an arm and tail around yourself modestly as you try to figure out what to do.