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The mouse stood frozen on the sheltered doorstep, reviewing the flier clutched in their paws over and over again. Tyler confirmed they had the right address for the hundredth time, but still couldn't muster the nerve to actually knock. They tugged at their shirt collar in a vain effort to cool off, earning a fleeting moment of almost-relief. The heat was unbearable even in the shade and almost strong enough to overcome their nerves. The need for air conditioning finally overwhelmed their shyness, and they raised their paw to the round door frame. It hung in the muggy air as seconds thoughts sprung forth, but the rodent pressed on in a burst of determination. The resulting knock was hardly audible, but it did the job. The door opened in a flash and paw reached from within, grabbing Tyler by the sleeve and hauling them inside. A hollow slam resonated through the delightfully cool house, and the sweet chill of AC washed over them. A sigh of relief tumbled from their short muzzle, which turned to a squeak of surprise when they finally opened their eyes again.

An equally short fennec fox appraised them while tapping her foot, then offered a curt, approving nod. "If you're here about the flier, I think you'll make the cut."

Tyler nodded with apprehension and stood their ground despite their trembling knees.

"Excellent," the sandy vulpine grinned. Her tail swayed with mischievous intent, and she extended an open paw. "I'm Azura."

"I'm Tyler"

"Do you have questions before we get started?"

The mouse meshed their fingers together and averted their gaze. "I- I do. What am I getting myself into."

"What, don't enjoy surprises?"

Tyler's fearful expression was all the answer she needed.

"Fair enough," she sighed. "Since you're here at all, I'm guessing you're sick of the heat too. Lucky for the both of us, I've figured out how to do something about it, but only on paper right now. I'd test the procedure out myself, but it involves body paint and that's hard enough to someone else, let alone myself. So I need a test subject, you."

An undercurrent of skepticism showed in the mouse's expression. "How is body paint supposed to do anything?"

"Ordinary paint wouldn't do much, but this batch is a magic blend I've developed."

The curiosity in the mouse's eyes turned to confusion.

"I can tell you're not buying it. Let me put it this way. If it doesn't work, you'll get paid. If it does work, you'll get paid and you won't have to deal with the heat anymore. It's a win-win for you."

The mouse couldn't argue with that logic. "Alright, I'll do it."

"Fantastic. Please step into my lab and disrobe, and we can get started."

The mouse froze, but Azura grabbed them by the wrist and dragged them along behind her. She pulled them through a room laden with shelves of ancient tomes, many in languages utterly incomprehensible to the mouse. Their heart pounded in their chest as they reconsidered their decision, and they scrambled for a reason to commit to the change. Nothing plausible came to mind, however, and before they could consider escaping, the three-tailed vixen crossed the threshold into her lab. The sharp smell of herbs and metals assaulted the mouse and broke their concentration, overloading their senses while Azura guided them to the center of the room. She stopped them in center of a silver circle inlaid in the floor released their wrist. The fennec asked them to disrobe again, and against their better judgment, Tyler complied. They peeled their damp shirt from their grey pelt and tossed it aside while stepping out of their shorts, exposing their bare fur to the chilly room.

Azura updated her appraisal of the mouse and took additional notes, then gave them the signal to undress all the way. Tyler initially refused, but relented when the vixen offered to increase her reward. It took them a moment to work up the nerve, but they eventually reached behind their back and unclasped their bra. The nondescript undergarment garment fell to the floor with the rest of their clothes, revealing a pair of modest breasts. Their panties followed after another apprehensive pause, and the mouse blushed fiercely and wrapped their tail around their slim waist. Azura surveyed the curves of her subject's figure and mentally measured out how much paint she'd need, then disappeared into her storeroom and left Tyler in solitude. The naked rodent covered their chest with their arms and took in their surroundings, increasingly unsure the reward was worth it. The room couldn't be more stereotypical of self-proclaimed wizard, complete with stone floor and glowing flasks of gods-know-what. The act was as convincing as it was over the top, and it gradually convinced Tyler the fennec wasn't messing around.

A contraption in the corner of the room hissed and released a cloud of steam, startling the mouse from their thoughts. They stared at the wood and brass device with intrigue while they tried to piece its function together, but abandoned the notion when Azura returned. The fennec sashayed into the room with a bowl and paintbrush and set them down at Tyler's feet, then asked them to hold still. The rodent obliged, but jumped with a start when the soft bristles made contact. The vixen shot them a look that bound them in place, though they still found it difficult to keep completely still. The coarse fibers tickled as they ran across their belly, and they curled their toes in concentration while Azura painted patterns on her breasts. Their nipples hardened with the stimulation and the first pangs of arousal sparked in their core, and they shifted their weight from foot to foot as it built.

They jumped again when Azura painted a spiral across their undersized sac, though they were much more prepared for the one that came after. Tyler's small cock twitched and rose to its full length while the sandy kitsune placed intricate figures on their thighs, then gently grabbed it once she finished. The rodent let out a combination squeak and moan when the kitsune softly squeezed them, fraying their concentration and setting their hips in motion. Azura gave them a moment to calm down and mentally brace for the next step, then began painting spirals along their shaft. The tip of the mouse's tail flicked with lust and they covered their mouth while Azura meticulously produced her designs, increasingly embarrassed as they struggled to stay in control of their body. Fortunately the kitsune finished before they did, though she'd managed to coax out a constant stream of viscous precum. Azura stepped back and checked her work for quality and added strokes where the design looked faint until it was complete. She departed as the mouse opened their mouth to ask if she was finished, leaving them naked and alone once again.

Tyler wrapped their tail around their waist, careful to avoid smudging the design. They twisted and turned to get a better look at Azura's artistry, though they couldn't find any meaning in it. If it was a language, it was unrecognizable, and the notion of the flier being a joke reemerged. As if sensing their doubt, the kitsune returned with a glowing vial. Thin wisps of frost fluttered from the luminous tube, collecting on Azura's fingers in a shimmering powder. The rodent watched with curiosity as she added another liquid to the strange mixture, eliciting a spectacular reaction. The strange concoction bubbled and boiled, showering the kitsune in billowing clouds and flakes of ice. Once it stabilized, she turned and brought it to the mouse. They stammered and tried to ask what it was, but Azura didn't have time to explain it. She pressed the vial to Tyler's lips and tipped it back, then rubbed their throat to ensure they swallowed it. Satisfied they had, she released her subject and stepped back.

The mixture tasted like ice and stung with mint before inflicting a harsh brain freeze. The mouse grabbed the sides of their head and doubled over as the brutal cold migrated, pooling in their middle and dropping their temperature. Tyler rubbed their stomach and the ice in her belly radiated out, following the curves and spirals painted into their fur. The rodent's blush rekindled as their breasts cooled and grew, sluggishly rolling down and obscuring their belly. An experimental heft confirmed the growth wasn't imagined, and the resulting slosh implied there was more to it than the rodent realized. Their brow furrowed in confusion as they lifted and dropped their chest again, shaking out a droplet of icy fluid. The mouse collected it on their finger tip and brought it to their muzzle, then inspected and tasted it. They immediately placed it as a thick milkshake, convincing them to try again and get a second opinion. The flavor persisted, and they rubbed their forehead with disbelief.

A tingle between the mouse's thighs tugged at their attention, then demanded it as it escalated. Tyler's modest sac swelled and filled the gap between their legs, audibly sloshing with frosty contents. Their cock pulsed and grew above their fuzzy orbs, adding to the puddle of precum at their feet. Light caught the strand and scatted it through the room as it started to freeze, becoming evermore viscous until it stopped completely. The slender icicle snapped when their length surged another few inches, peeking from bellow the soft roll of their belly. Another chill shot up their spine as the base of their cock froze, transforming into a ruby red popsicle from their sheath up. Tyler squeezed their thighs together and shook with lust until the ring of ice raced towards their tip, completing the change with a gout of frigid cherry slush. Their frozen spire dribbled with the frigid treat as their balls filled and sagged to their knees, ramping up production until a constant stream of sweetness spilled from their tip. They hesitantly grabbed their ice rod and convulsed with pleasure, firing off another delicious arc and stabilizing their output. The mouse's jaw fell open with shock and disbelief while they reconciled with what happened, grappling with the notion of magic actually existing.

Azura shook Tyler from their stunned state when they swiped a finger across their breasts, stealing away a sample of milkshake and sampling their goods. The fennec hummed with approval and added to her notes, then looked up at the mouse. "I'd call this a success," she beamed. "Are you interested in taking this to another step, or do you want to be done for the day?"

The rodent mentally wrestled with their new attributes, which may or may not have finished their growth.

"You don't need to say anything, I can see it in your eyes. I'll compensate you lavishly if you indulge me on this~"

Tyler opened their mouth to ask what Azura had in mind, but she instantly took it as a yes.

"Excellent," she laughed. "This might help you with your shyness too, but we'll see. The next stage isn't here though, so we need to get you loaded up in the back of my truck and head out while we've still got sunlight."

The mouse bent down and started to collect their clothing, but the vixen interrupted them again.

"Don't worry about those, you won't need them where we're going. You might want to grab a towel or blanket or something though. It can get pretty windy in the back."

Tyler attempted to protest again, but their mumbled concerns fell on deaf ears as the kitsune dragged them towards her garage.

***

Though the drive to the nude beach was short, it had a profound effect on the mouse. They easily climbed into the back of Azura's truck before their departure, but getting off proved to be much more difficult. The mouse's delicious production picked up soon after they left, inflating their assets well beyond normal proportions and pinning them down. The kitsune wrote the development down and pocketed her notebook, then helped the mouse to the ground. Her truck's suspension strained and screeched as their weight shifted, drawing the attention of the people lounging on the beach. Few cared enough to leave their spots and offer help, or even see what the commotion was, but they stilled watched. Minutes of pushing and sloshing brought Tyler to the edge of the tailgate, where their feet dangled over the hot pavement. The kitsune fetched a pair of sandals from the cab and slipped them on, then grabbed their arms and pulled. The mouse was far to heavy to stand on their own, but between the fennec's arms and tails, she was deceptively strong. Once they found their balance, she walked them to a bench.

The unfortunate seat groaned under the mouse's enhanced weight as they sat down, but it bowed and held admirably. Tyler huffed and caught their breath, when a previously unnoticed detail of their condition revealed itself. Small, fleeting puffs of ice punctuated their breathing, a testament to just how far their inner temperature had fallen. They didn't feel freezing, nor were they affected by the heat. The rodent counted their blessings and tried to ignore the eyes on them, but a number of factors prevented them from blocking them out entirely. The most important of which was the fact they couldn't find Azura. The kitsune made her whereabouts known as she brought a small crowd to the mouse, and everyone in it took full advantage of clothing being optional. Tyler struggled to cover their hyper endowed figure as they neared, but they couldn't hope to cover so much breast and balls. The only thing they accomplished was squeezing out twin bursts of milkshake and a streamer of slush, inadvertently enhancing their appeal.

The rodent's blush blazed and they hid their face in their paws, but Azura was determined to make a show of them. "What did I tell you," she began. "I've got more milkshake and slush than I can handle, and you're all welcome to it for a nominal fee."

Tyler wrapped her tail around her waist and begged under their breath for Azura to shoo her entourage away, but on some level they knew they'd be disappointed.

The sandy kitsune struck a pose and made her pitch. "All you can drink for just $3!"

The rodent squeezed their eyes shut and braced for the crowd's descent, but to their surprise, they formed an orderly line instead. The kitsune took their payment and waved them up to Tyler, keeping on eye out to make sure they didn't overwhelm them. Beyond that, the gathered had complete control over where and how they drank. The first customer took a seat beside the mouse and leaned in, planting their lips on their breast and gulping down everything they could. The rodent squeaked into their paws and squirmed at the dog's first swallow, unprepared for the oddly pleasant sensation. The next sent a similar bolt of pleasure to their loins, though it was tempered by experience. A wavering moan crossed their lips as their canine customer established a steady rhythm of lapping and gulping, settling them into a trance that was only broken when the next patron opened their thighs. The blush in the mouse's cheeks burned almost hot enough to overpower their icy nature when the avian woman licked their shaft from base to tip, and she luxuriated in the collected flavor. A fox at her other side curtailed their window to adjust to the blissful touches, and the trio rapidly eroded their stamina.

Tyler curled their toes into the sand and bit their lip as the rush of impending orgasm washed over them, shoving them passed the point of no return. A loud squeak rang across the beach as their cock pulsed and bounced, pumping gallons of cold sweetness into the greedy bird's middle. The avian groaned with delight as the sweet slush filled her to capacity and beyond, sagging her middle to the hot sand below. She persisted despite the stretch marks forming under her feathers, until building pressure finally forced her off. The bird coughed and sputtered to clear her throat, then stood up on shaky legs. Her belly sloshed well bellow her waist and wobbled with her footsteps, captivating those in line behind her. A few watched her sashay back to her spot on the beach, creating an opportunity for others to cut ahead in the line. Azura did her best to maintain order while playing up just how satisfied her customers were, but the rodent was far too distracted to help or hinder the kitsune. Tyler rolled their head back and squeezed their thighs together as the pair at their breasts drove them into another climax. A wolf rushed forward to suck their cock before too much of their slush fell to the sand, and the cycle continued as beach goers cycled in and out.

The increasingly hedonistic rodent lost track of time as the sun arced across the sky, oblivious to everything but the relentless pleasure assailing their mind. Their orgasms built on each other as their customers eagerly helped themselves, propelling Tyler to greater and greater carnal heights. Despite the constant milking, their breasts and balls retained their size for the better part of the day. It was only after customers made their second rounds they began to deflate at all, and the mouse's production waned only slightly. Each climax released gallons of sweet slush into the mouth of its recipient, usually overwhelming them in the process. Only the most experienced eaters stayed latched on for their full release, and fewer still repeated the feat. The mouse's breasts were similarly bountiful, but much more consistent. Save for a low, steady dribble, the customers had complete control over how much and how quickly they wished to drink. That didn't stop them from gorging themselves, however. The overheated patrons were desperate to cool off and get their money's worth, ensuring the mouse was never without attention.

Customers came and went, some more than once, and Azura ecstatically counted her income as the sun began to set and they dispersed. The kitsune tucked the stack of bills into her tails, and she gave a final call before turning her attention back to her test subject. Tyler twitched and jolted with aftershocks of bliss as the fennec found a towel and cleaned them up, wiping the frigid fluids from their pelt. The mouse eventually descended from their sustained high in relative solitude and slipped into an exhausted afterglow, only for the fennec to shake them from it moments later. The rodent jumped and squeaked in surprise, forcing them to acknowledge their improved mobility. They jiggled and sloshed as they adjusted to their new balance, then returned the vixen's mischievous grin.

"Glad I dragged you out here?"

The mouse sighed and trembled as peak of residual bliss echoed through them. "I'll admit, this turned out to be a lot more fun than I expected."

"That's the spirit! Let me know if you're up to do this again sometime. I made a killing today."

Tyler arched their brow. "You made a killing? You wouldn't have made anything if it wasn't for me."

"You're not wrong , but I think you forget how you got here." Azura reached into her tails and fetched the stack of bills, then carved it up. "But since you insist, let's split it 70/30 and renegotiate if we do this again."

They eyed the offered cash and eventually took it. "By the way, how long is this going to last?"

"As long as you leave those markings on if I did everything right." Azura delved into her tails once again, this time producing a bar of speckled soap. "You'll need this to get the paint off if you want to go back to your old self, but it'll take about a day after that for everything to wear off."

"I don't think I'll be doing that right away," the mouse confessed. "I've never been this... gifted before, and it's growing on me."

Azura draped her arm around their shoulder and led them back to her truck. "Then if you don't mind, I'd love to get some notes on the long term effects, so don't be afraid to get in touch if things start getting weird."

"They haven't already?"

"You know what I mean." Azura grabbed her keys and lowered the tailgate. "I'm ready to go when you are, and I can just drop you off at your place on the way."

"Sounds good to me."