Closing the Skin
With one curious touch, it came upon her--like the bite of a needle, stinging and making her woozy. The leathery hide slipped up her arm with a wet, slick "slup".
With an almost acidic hiss, her white blouse began to spot, tatter, and tear, and the strings of her bra snapped. Her crotch moistened, and her skirt began to loosen.
It eased up her bare back with a tickling sensation, like a caterpillar, and rested on her shoulders, thick and red. The leaves crunched beneath her as she staggered, and kicked off her shoes. It was an enticing sensation, and she was lost to it fully.
She slipped the fragments of her clothing off her chest, baring her smooth naked bosom in the moist evening. It was the most unusual thing to encounter on a camping trip, and it had found a host in her form.
She slipped a hand back and felt the folds of skin, growing, quivering, and shifting to suit her figure--perhaps too well. The hide tightened warm and sticky against her thighs, and she anticipatingly felt the urge to lift the loose skin at the rear, as her backside sprouted tail after tail to fill it--six in all.
The hood of fur came down snug over the top half of her face. Cooing, and stroking her nipples, she felt a layer of cool, rough skin adhere itself to her nose, and spread, enveloping it and changing her visage dramatically. She curled her lips up and took a deep breath, as her teeth started to change, canines elongating, and molars dropping out to be replaced by ridges of carnassals. She licked her whiskers with her broadened new tongue, as they popped forth from the face of her hide.
Satisfied with her new acquisition, she stooped and began to relieve herself. Opening her new eyelids for the first time, she delighted in the simple, uncomplicated visage of an animal in the water of the stream; black, shining eyes that told little of human duplicity. Her tails held high, she deposited the scat of a wild fox, marking her birthing place. Licking herself clean, she took her changing body for a run.
Her nails had long since darkened and elongated, turning into thick, wild claws. She gripped the dirt with them, running with newfound strength on hands and feet, delighting in her new, savage strength.
She pounced upon a bug--a beatle--and dangled it over her mouth, extending her glistening tongue and licking her lips. Without a second thought, ever yet regressing into something animal, she dropped the creature into her mouth and gave a hard, snapping "crunch".
Her sense of taste had changed. She no longer had a standard for comparison, and knew only that the meal was satisfying. It was not a strong taste, nor was her tongue any longer equipped for such a sense, but she enjoyed the act if only for the fact that it brought her transformation all the more nearer to a close.
Several sloppy smackings of the lips later, her snout had erupted, burgeoning forward, as the hide began to flap closed over her lower jaw. She let out a contented belch, and a small puff of flame erupted. Surprised, she clapped a clawed hand to her muzzle, only to re-examine what she had--what she still was--becoming.
The paw of her hand had all but consumed its original form. Her thumbs had dwindled to dewclaws, and her fingers had united in furry webbing. Their flexibility had diminished, and they had become thick and large, covered in coarse, tightly united pads of hair. She licked her right paw, felt her changed, flattening head--bearing a changing, fox's brain--with what flexibility remained. Long, broad ears had since sprouted and taken hold of her hearing, and the last of her long blonde hair hung low near her shoulders, being enveloped in her closing hide, which threatened to hide it entirely. Instead, she felt that long, glamorous curly locks had softly taken form on her forehead.
Resting her pawed arm over her breasts once more, she felt the skin slithering, tightening, trying to seal itself over them. Rather than struggle, she stretched, and stroked her breasts again, and pleased with herself, began to masturbate.
Bones shifted, toes and teats reformed like clay, falling to the mastery of her pelt. She let out an inelegant fart, panted, sighed. Her arousal crested and ebbed, as she clumsily took it in strides to stimulate herself with her beastly paws. Having less success than could be hoped for, she instead curled her head to her hind and used her vulpine tongue for pleasure, lapping in powerful, rapid strokes.
At last, she reached a satisfying, mind-sapping climax, which united her tightly with the mind of the beast she had become. Drunk with satisfied lust, she pulled the two folds of fur tight with her short little pawed arms, sealing her hide permanently--and then held her forelegs rigidly in place, and let them lock in comfortingly beneath her.
The change completed, she rolled off her back, into her new, quadrupedal stance. Now to the business of preparing a den, and eventually--to mating and laying her eggs.
The she-beast scampered off on all fours, her feet pattering against fallen leaves and fragrant fragments of a cute girl's dress clothes; Completely--and carnally--content.