Your Results Are In!
Written in July 2019. Thanks FGM01 for the suggestion!
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Thank you for your patience! Your results are in! Your answers, along with our carefully collected data show you best identify as a:
Busty Anthro Vixen!
(Did you know? 32.33% of survey takers score the same result!)
Now, let's get started, shall we? Because you aren't a busty anthro vixen. At least not yet. Right now, you're sitting back in your chair thinking:
"Fox, really?"
Or
"I wonder what size busty entails?"
Or
"Yes, yes, hurrah!"
Or
"But I'm a man!"
Or any thousands of similarly threaded thoughts coming crashing together. You might also be wondering how we can know that this is best for you, how we can be sure fox is really your fix, but don't worry--we know, we're sure since 99.7% of survey takers say they are satisfied after the process is complete.
Process. The word should stick out to you, but it doesn't. Instead, you're thinking about the results, wondering what sort of survey you just took, and you come to the conclusion that you might have just wasted your time when you notice the first patch of fur spreading on your right arm. You glance at it, then back to the screen, because you're surely seeing things, right?
You aren't.
You yelp as you feel the fur spread, itching as it covers the skin of your arm, the hairs red and warm and soft. That is, until it spreads about halfway down your arm, its hue a rich black. You feel the rush of fur touch your hand, and this is when you jump up from your seat, your wheeled chair rolling behind you. You reach for it with your other, yet unchanging hand, but your chair eludes your grasp while you stare at the hand that is changing, and now you've accepted that. How couldn't you? Your fingers ache, and you wiggle them in hopes of relieving the tension, but all you manage to do is get a better view of your hand as it's gloved in black fur, distinct from the red fur that's currently running up to your shoulder. Your dull nails elongate and sharpen into the start of claws while your fingers stretch out slightly longer and surely more slender. Dark, leathery pads push out into prominence on your palm and underside of your fingers, so that your altered hand resembles something of a mix between a human's hand and fox's paw. Curious, you have your unaltered hand cease its pointless search for your seat as you bring it to feel your paw. No, your hand. Hand-paw? Paw-hand? You aren't sure, and that's ok. All that matters is your leathery pads felt warm and natural and--
Wait a second. Since when did your other hand have pinpricks of black fur on it? Was it because you touched an altered portion of yourself? You look to the screen for answers, but there are none. Of course there aren't. If you knew how this worked, then you'd have illegal knowledge of lots of proprietary processes, wouldn't you? And anyways, you shouldn't worry about how it's happening, only that it is happening. We're not wrong, you know, and soon enough you'll be a Busty Anthro Vixen!
Exciting!
(Are you excited? 97% of our survey takers experience an elevated heart rate at this point in the process!)
As if to remind you of the process, your shoulder abruptly aches. No, not one, but both, as you flex your shoulders, bringing them against your neck and...there seems to be less of them? You let them drop and...yes, your shoulders are less broad. And also fuzzy and growing fuzzier. You turn your and pull on the right sleeve of your shirt to see that the red fur has reached there and you can barely see that white fur has started to spread to your neck. Then you really feel the spread of fur, a wave of warmth as it laps up your neck, higher and higher. It tickles, and you laugh a little, at least until something in your throat shrinks away and your laugh sounds strange to your ears. It's not only higher pitched, but it has a bit of a yip to it, as if you've already given up to your foxy side. Concerned, you reach up and feel your neck to find it is so very soft now...but, more importantly, your Adam's apple isn't as prominent. It's a small sign, but it's a reminder that even if you're becoming a fox, you're going to be a female fox.
You contemplate how you're going to tell your friends about this for a moment. And how will this affect what you wear from day to day? You scratch at a fuzzier and fuzzier chin, your face set calmly until it suddenly isn't, pushing instead of placid. You let out a surprised yip and raise your hands to your face to feel your face pressing out-- at least the lower half. Your sense of smell goes in and out as your nose wiggles and shrinks smaller, its surface leathery and black not unlike your pads and its shape vulpine. It presses out at the forefront along with your jaws, your teeth clenched as red fur flow over your cheeks while it is white below. Your already existing hair integrates with the red fur, becoming softer while remaining generally short on your sides and back, longer on your front, and leaving you with hints of bangs. You don't have time to explore your new hairstyle as even the feeling of clenching your teeth becomes strange. They too shift, becoming smaller and sharper and spreading out to line the length of your growing, aching snout which pushes out and out and out. You run your thinning, pinker tongue over them and wonder how this will change your dietary habits. Are you going to develop a taste for rodents, grasses, and--you shudder--insects?
No way!
(You might! 72% of survey takers report a change in diet preference after the process, even if the final form wasn't feral.)
Your hearing distorts as your ears wiggle and reshape longer, larger, and triangular in shape. They shift slightly higher up on your head, black fur lining the outside while white within. Your hearing returns to full force and a bit beyond, and you let out a gasp that's once again higher pitched than you remembered, but it doesn't bother you as much now. What's more alarming is how your jaws move when put to use now that they're elongated and ever present in your vision. You go crosseyed for a moment to really look at your snout, and your eyes immediately water. You blink the liquid away into your furred face as your eyelashes flutter, longer and thinner. You stare at the screen, wondering just what you look like now, but you don't want to leave your room.
Your webcam!
You reach to tap it on, but you remember you'd taken it down for some reason or the other. You reach for it with your left hand and as you do you realize both of your hands (and arms) are the same now, that odd yet enticing mix of hand and paw. Functional too--you can't imagine what you would do without thumbs! And your arms...are they smaller too? Thinner yet more graceful? It's something to explore later. For now, you grab hold of your webcam, but it seems you aren't quite used to the proportions of your slender, slimmer fingers or the feel of something on your pads, for the device slips out of your hand and onto the ground. You huff and it sounds very vulpine indeed before you take a step towards where the webcam fell. What should have been a simple step turns into a stumbling fall as you hear something crack and your heels abruptly lift. You yelp out a yip as you fall onto your hands and knees, your toes pressing into and--
Scratching the ground?
You flip over so that you're on your rear now, your heels against the ground and your feet upwards. Your feet--you gawk at the sight of them. You weren't wearing anything on them before, but now it looks like you're wearing a pair of black socks--albeit black, furry socks with pads and claws starting to stick out of the toes. You wiggle your toes and notice that they are all the same size now and--
Hey! Where is your fifth toe?
You search both of your feet, but both have four toes each now and that's...okay? You feel like maybe you should be freaking out about losing a part of yourself but it's not so much as gone as absorbed. Plus, you quite like the look of your new feet. Unlike your hands, they fall more to the side of fox than human, which means you have a pair of very foxy feet indeed, ones which will require you to stand on your toes rather than your heels.
Speaking of foxy, you notice that red fur is spreading up your legs where the black stopped, and its spread is doing more than giving you some fuzzy, red fur. Your legs are subtly reshaping now, much like your arms to appendages longer and thinner and more slender, lacking that masculine tone and now you're able to witness it--well, mostly. Your shorts get in the way, stopping you from seeing exactly what's happening as the fur reaches your thighs, though you can mostly make it out. Most importantly, you can feel it as your thighs thicken, rubbing not only against each other, but also beginning to intrude on your crotch. You squeak and see your webcam on the fringe of your vision. You try to focus on that, because you're not quite sure you're ready for the vixen part of the process just yet.
(73% of survey takers have stripped down at this point in the process to allegedly witness every part of it!)
You grab the webcam and start to stand, keeping one hand on your desk as you try to get used to your new footing. It seems to work, at least until your hips suddenly slide out as if they're trying to escape each other. You whine, holding onto your desk for dear life as your hips pull farther and farther apart. It's like you're on a rollercoaster, except only your lower half decided to go. You're jerked from side to side and it's all too much. You yip and fall, landing on your rear.
You wince, though more from the sound of your hips cracking and settling in place more than the impact of your butt on the ground. In fact, your rear feels fine. Curious, you look over your shoulder and are greeted with the sight of your rear expanding, your butt growing plump and plush as red fur spreads over it. Still keeping your eyes focused on your plumpening rump, you sit slightly forward, the back of your shirt lifting to reveal that the now familiar fur is spreading up your back, and also sneaking past your inward pressing sides to your stomach. You shift from side to side once your rear has seemingly finished its growth into a heart shaped rump that's pleasing to the eye. It's certainly softer to sit on, something you could get used to, just as you're sure you'll get used to your hips now that they've settled, wide and childbearing.
Something about that word makes you shiver and you feel a rush of warmth in your crotch as your penis becomes erect. It's tight against your underwear and it almost feels...out of place? It's not too odd a thought. Your body is beginning to look like an Anthro Vixen; graceful and curvy and thick where it matters. Now, when will the Busty part come into play? It's hard to tell...for now you might as well get a look at your face.
You stand much more gracefully this time, but your success is not without cost. Your shorts and underwear, already struggling to stay on your hips even when sitting down, fall to your feet without warning. You sigh, then toss of your shirt. Might as well. Then you finally set the webcam up. Only when it has registered on the screen do you look down between your legs and see your erect manhood between them, looking very much out of place on your foxy, furry body. It's stiff and swollen and you shiver, though not at the sight of it. Rather, it's from the white fur spreading up your flattening stomach, up and up, tweaking your nipples along the way before it reaches your collarbone, the wave of fuzz subsiding now that you are all furry. Well, mostly. Your cock still looks human enough and you frown, because something else seems missing something that fox should have, something like a--
You yip once more as something pulls at the base of your spine while your manhood pushes in. Your hands protectively fall to your crotch, your pawed palms feeling strange on your tender member, but your not looking at it. Instead, you're looking over your shoulder at what's happening at your lower back. You let out a sigh of relief when you see a small nub poking out above your rear, a fluffy, dare you might say floofy little white-tipped thing that looks like it has great potential to be a foxy tail indeed. Your tail is finally coming! And your masculinity? Well, it's finally going.
You shiver, for with every tug of growth that your tail experiences, your manhood recedes, shaft shrinking and testicles drawing in tighter and tighter against your crotch. It's an oddly pleasurable bout of transformative tug-of-war and you decide to just experience it, at least for now. You close your eyes and place your hands on your widened hips, breathing in and out with every pull and push. As your cock shrinks and shrinks, the fur finally completely covers your crotch, a little darker red here there anywhere else. When it's all spread, your tail can now move a little bit from side to side and your shaft is maybe half its length while your balls...you open your eyes and blink. Where are they?
You look down just in time to witness an opening form at your crotch, feminine folds that your diminished testicles sink into, disappearing into an opening that you didn't have before. You shiver as you feel them ascend and travel through your quickly forming inner passage, your insides churning in such a way that you feel momentarily lightheaded. You whine, ears laying back. You shudder and rub your thick thighs together as your femininity flows together. Your shaft, still hard, shrinks until it's only a nub that rises slowly but surely to take its place nestled near the top of your freshly formed feminine folds. You feel warm and also a little wet down there. You pant, fluffy tail waving behind you, still worming its way longer and fluffier. The process is still falling into place, that system of pushing and pulling but now there's another element to it and it seems to focus on your--
Chest?
Slowly you trace your hands up your hips and over your curvy waist until their upon your nipples. They protrude from the fur, and is it just you, or are they stiffer, swollen so much larger, and oh so much more sensitive? You prod one and hiss, pulling that hand away. Finally, you lift your gaze from the sight of your new womanhood to your chest and you gasp. Your pecs are sagging--no, they are so much softer and they're spilling forward into white furred familiar teardrop shaped bumps--breasts! They're here and you can already tell you're going to fulfill the Busty part of your identification, because they're growing so fast!
One moment you're practically flat chested. In the next you have breasts that might not be noticeable under the right shirt, but a few seconds later you have bonafide boobies that bounce with your every movement. You bring up your hands to cup them and they fit quite comfortably in your palms for only a moment or so before they're swelling again. It isn't long before they fit just in the palms of your hands, the touch of your pads on the sensitive flesh causing you to shiver, then they're swelling even further and spilling over your hands. You press back, but this not only seems to encourage their growth, but send tingles of electric energy from your spine to your crotch. You gasp, full formed tail waving directly behind you and you look over your shoulder for a second to examine it. Your eyes widen, for your tail is luxurious, a bit bushy but that just means its big and soft and you wonder how it would feel to hold it. For now, though, you struggle to hold back your breasts and you soon give up, letting your hands retreat to your hips as your furred breasts bounce free, large and full. You stretch your back, unused to the weight of your bountiful bosom. Oof. Now you can see why women wear bras. You lean onto your desk, breasts jiggling as you look to the screen hoping the survey results say something.
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You sigh at the survey's lack of immediate aid, your lament cut short as your chest experiences one last bit of growth. They swell larger still until they're a size that...well, how do you describe it? Letters and numbers seem meaningless when you're not really sure about that sort of thing in the first place, and to compare them to fruit, well...you don't really have actual melons hanging from your chest, but they are quite big, ripe even, but...ugh. You're Busty. Yeah, you decide to stick with that. You're...well, you're a Busty Anthro Vixen now. And...
You still haven't seen your face. You turn on the webcam, pull it up on screen and--well, you don't look half bad. In fact, you think you look quite good, actually. You don't quite recognize the foxy face on the screen, but it's certainly you because it moves like you. No, she moves like you since you are her. You step back and get a good luck at her, at yourself. You're a little shorter than you used to be and also much more slender. Oh yeah, and you're covered with soft fur, mostly red, but you also have your black "gloves" and "boots", and from just above your crotch to your lower jaw is wreathed in white fur, even your breasts, which makes your pink nipples poking through the fur all the more prominent. Speaking of your breasts, they are big and you're definitely going to order a bra when your head is in the game and you aren't admiring yourself, because that's what your doing. And why wouldn't you? You're so curvy and lithe now with wide, childbearing hips, a pressed in waist that makes the most of your hourglass figure, and your butt-! Well, you turn around and lift your tail aside with a hand to get a good look at your plump rump. Your attention is drawn away from it to your tail, which you stroke. So soft, so fluffy, so floofy! You let your tail fall back over your rear, sure you'll get used to moving that alien appendage soon enough and turn to face forward once more. You drag your gaze from your full breasts to your face, smiling a little at the irony of it all.
"Hey," you say in a voice high-pitched and girlish yet with an exotic edge. You lean forward and doing your best to ignore your jiggling breasts. "Eyes up here."
Your visage is very vulpine indeed, but you still see yourself in those green eyes. You smile and the expression comes easily, because, well, you're alright with this. At first when you saw the result, that you were going to become a Busty Anthro Vixen, you were unsure. You thought:
"Fox, really?"
Or
"I wonder what size busty entails?"
Or
"Yes, yes, hurrah!"
Or
"But I'm a man!"
Or any thousands of similarly threaded thoughts coming crashing together. Now, well, now you're a great number of furries' wet dreams and maybe even...
Your own?
(Did you know? 100% of survey takers engage in sexual activity after transformation. It's true!)
You look down between your legs and shiver, rubbing your thighs together. Can you? Should you? It would be a shame to break a perfect track record and you can't deny you're horny. So very horny. But how do you...hmm.
You drop one hand to your warm slit while your other rise to clutch at one your swollen breasts. Without thinking, you squeeze your tit. You shudder and let out a lustful yip. That felt good. Really good, but it's just aroused you more and you don't think you can finish that way. So what next, then? You look to your puffy folds and run your hand over it, your tail wagging behind you and shivering as you do. Do you just--?
Fuck it.
You don't think, and just decide to act. You press into your folds with two fingers, spreading your lips apart as you tremble in anticipation. Then you enter yourself much more easily than you anticipated, your fingers sliding inside in an instant. Inside, your warm and oh so sensitive. You shake and steady yourself on your desk, before doing the sensible thing and falling to your knees. Your free hand returns to your hold a breast and this time you place your fingers closer to your nipple as you get to work in earnest. You sink your fingers deeper and deeper into your wanting passage and are immediately rewarded with greater pleasure--and greater purpose. You screw your eyes shut and let out a low whine as you squeeze at your breast while you probe deeper inside, your inner walls clamping down upon them in a way you didn't know they could. Still, you manage to wrest your fingers from your wanton walls' grasp, at least enough to stroke inside yourself, moving back and forth, back and forth while an exterior finger works at your clit.
You yip and feel your face go flush, but you feel no shame in what you're doing. You're loving yourself, your new self, and that's just fine. It's more than fine, and you let out another yip as you rub a finger around your areola before teasing at your nipple at the same time. You shudder, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter even as your motions become less refined with more instinct than thought behind them. Your fingers work into a rhythm that matches your elevating breathing, your panting hot and heavy and punctuated sporadically by yip yip yip. You're getting so close now, but you're not there yet, your hand working at your other breast now while you manage to stuff a third finger into your slit, a feat for your first time but it seems vixens have a reputation for a reason. That almost seems to do the trick, but you're not quite there, not yet. You're so tight, so hot, your fingers covered with your own arousal, and yet you just need a bit more. You huff, and really dig in. So close, so close, so close and--
You make it.
You shiver and moan, falling against the floor as you experience your first orgasm as a Busty Anthro Vixen. You don't stop, not now, not yet, but continue to stroke your fingers and squeeze your breast, desperate to remain at that peak of pleasure as long as possible. However, it slowly begins to fade, and it leaves you shuddering on the floor, huffing out harsh, hot breath as you slowly, ever slowly slide your sodden fingers out of your still contracting passage, each bit of departure another tinge of pleasure. You hear a squelch and you shudder as you remove your slick fingers from your swollen sex, both your hands dropping to your sides as you let yourself just lie there, basking in the afterglow.
For a time you remain in the afterglow, but then all that remains is a pleasant warmth mixed with an unpleasant sharp pain located near your chest. Oh yeah, your breasts. You sit up and let out a deep breath, laughing softly as your breasts bounce. You look over yourself. You're a steamy vixen indeed and after that--well, you're going to need a shower. But, first you look back to the screen.
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Maybe they offer accessories? Is there other surveys you can take? What about forwarding a few to friends?
You smile and reach for your mouse.