* Balros clasps the magic book shut and flisks his fluffy squirreltail. Today was going to be a good day. The spell was all ready and he'd been fapping for nights just thinking about it all. He headed back to his college dorm room to wait for his first victim - his roommate. He knew the rabbit-guy was going to be the perfect test subject for the magic. He's already bulging his shorts thinking about it. So when you finally arrive back in the dorm, he licks his lips as the magic immediately begins to take effect - your eyes flash and turn slitted, and your system starts pumping with hormones, horny for squirrel, horny for him.

Amethy Stine: *Upon entering the room, it felt slightly like he had walked into a sauna, but it wasn't a wall of heat the lapine fellow encountered, it was something he couldn't quite define.... though heat was something of it, given how warm he suddenly felt, in some very key parts of his white fluffy body.* Whuuu *raises a hand to his head, which is pounding, throbbing - and that's not the only part doing those sorts of things - and not in an unpleasant way, either. He looks to you, to ask you if you find anything amiss, but doesn't even get to say anything before his new urges grip him, fully. It's like a hand is wrapping around his cock and tugging him forward by it, aiming his surging, growing shaft squarely at his suddenly sexy squirrel roommate*
*No, not suddenly sexy. ALWAYS sexy, he had only been blind to it, before. The term 'room-mate' became all the more important. Mate the roomie, now now now. He hops onto your bed, where you were waiting, smartly, knowing what would happen. His pants are already pulled down [as if he did so in mid-hop] and he's instantly hurriedly flipping you over to get at that sweet squirrel ass, and the amazing tail*

* Balros leans back on his bed a bit, his thighs spread, displaying the heavy bulge of squrirelmale and the fat log of cock stuffed inside it, and the fluffy bulk of his tail spilled below it and flopped over one ankle. He drinks in the sights and sounds you proffer to him, savoring the delectable twisting of who you are and what you like. Reading your subtly shifting eyes as you're... rewritten as he likes. Like being dumped into a feminine heat, needing him. He likes being needed, and he can tell from your posture, your scent, your subtle moans that you -need- him, and you -want- to need him. Chittergiggling as you bounce up onto the bed with him and shuck your shorts, he gets tossed back onto the bed when you leap up into his arms and press against him, your cock against his belly. He hugs you in return, chrrring, giving a warm and pleasant moan as your hug turns into a squeeze, into a clutch, like mere contact with him is constant injection of delicious drugs. What has -him- throbbing stiffly, though, is the sensation of your throbbing cock slowly thickening and stretching -larger-, while your balls bloat and swell lower and fatter and heavier and denser with buttery bunnyspunk. Nuzzling into your neck, he strokes your long ears down the back of your head. Every stroke seeming to round your face, soften your features, broaden your muzzle... until your whole head from the neck up is warm, scaled, smooth serpent.

Amethy Stine: *grinds in against you, holding tight, so tight.. as hard as he can, he holds you, needing you close, so close, as near as he can manage. He kisses at your neck, your shoulders, your cheek, moaning about how much he wants you, needs you, how hot you're making him. He groans about how hard you're making him, how big his cock feels, how full his balls seem to be, all of his body yearning for you. He imagines it only to be his lust, but you know the truth, that your carefully planned magic is making him the perfect plaything, which you can control and twist around your little finger.. or around your cock, for that matter.*
*So desirous of you is the bunny, that he finds it hard to keep his head up near your own, wanting so badly to suck your fat rodent rod.. his absolute need for your approval, though, keeps his head close to your own, so he can receive the coveted, treasured contact of your nuzzles and pets. He vaguely feels his ears shifting and being pressed away, and he revels in your help, instantly believing anything you do to be good and proper, just and flawless.* Thank you~ *he moans, his hands running down your body, constantly massaging since he got there, repeatedly groping your sheath and what lays within it, hoping to soon receive its blessing too!*

* Balros enjoys the heavy breathing, the heavy throbbing, the heavy groping, clutching, kneading and grinding, pinned to the bed by his playmate. He smooches your smooth scaled cheek and looks on at the orgasmic joy in your eyes and face, and giggles when a fat blast of thick snakebunny spunk splatters his belly and chest, cumming from just being approved. Gently, he presses his hands to your firm, fluffy chest, nudging you back a bit to let him look at your wide, anaconda-like face and neck atop your white-fluffed body, his bare and bobbing cock, about a foot long, frotting amiably against your eighteen inch pink prick. You know he likes your body, that he chose you first. Keeping his thighs spread, he lifts his hips... sliding his sac and thighs against your throbbing pole and fat, cum-stuffed cockvein. Rubbing and pushing, until his sac reaches over the top of your glans, and you're pushing into his plump, fluffy cheeks and smoothly sliding into his pert rump. As he does, your cock continues to grow.... reaching twenty four inches by the time his bottom kisses your furred sheath. He clenches, squeezing you within him, setting you off.... gigglemoaning as thick cum spews from your lips and spatters the wall behind the bed room and your neck stretches half a foot longer.

Amethy Stine: Uhnnngg~! *grunts as he cums, thanks to your kiss, his body shuddering in bliss at your mere hint of appreciation for him. With his libido very slightly alleviated by that, he allows you to press him back. He would have, either way, but it's easier for him to control his urges, so soon after that climax. His need returns almost as soon as it was sated, though, and the bunnysnake is barely able to stay still as you lift up to impale yourself upon him.*
*He grinds his amazing, growing cock against yours as you rise up to take him, and he finally sees that his shaft is expanding. Where there may have once been confusion or shock, there is now only more lust; he's all the more horny to see his shaft expanding, chalking it up to it being your affect upon him. You seem more and more sexy every second, so why should his erection not also get more and more hard, and more erect.. more sizable, in response?*
*When the time is right, he grabs you with hands that have expanded a bit themselves; still fluffy and white, but with thick reptilian claws. Down onto his lengthening pole, he pulls you alongside your own downward slide.. his shaft almost growing fast enough to make it like you're sitting immobile when you're really slithering down over his thick, turgid flesh. He hiss-screams and cums into you when you squeeze, which turns into a gurgling, spluttering mess as he cums from his mouth as well. His neck grew, and his head slides alongside your own, making him rub his smooth scales against you.. a tingle of thought occuring to him when he looks at his cum on the wall - not thinking how odd it is for him to have done that, somehow, but that he wishes he could have been sliding his head deep into you.. or into anyone, when it had happened!*

* Balros moans slutsquirreily as your enlarged hands clamp about hom and helpfully push and press him down your growing spire, spreading and filling him with lustful heat and throbbing warmth, his buckshot splatters across your creamy white belly and chest in delighted orgasm. Once his bottom smooshes to your lap, he begins to grind and squirm and bounce slowly, groaning as your maw drools heavily with creamy, thick cum. There's a deep, bone-like *pop* that thrums from your spine, followed by another, and a third, as your spine grows longer - similar stretching aching through your long lapine legs. Pleasure all the way down to your heavy bunny paws, toes that splay wider and wider. He keeps bouncing in your lap, squirming and squeezing on your heavy cock, your balls swelled massive to the size of soccer balls. Hugging you, stroking you, wriggling with you, he continues to stretch you longer and taller.... until he can twist you around his body, curled around his back and across his front a full two times until your chest and arms are hugging him from behind. A huge, white-furred snakebunny. He lets you cum then, much of your spunk blasting back out from his bottom, but plenty of it being sprayed across the whole room from your cumming maw.

Amethy Stine: *winds around you gleefully, the bunnysnake giddy at the ability to hold you in this new, amazing, tight, close, hot way. He clutches you and rubs hard against you, constricting lightly with his sweetly shifting body. It feels like he cums into you several times from his massive balls and impossibly long cock, all while the transformation gets progressively more advanced. Thick layers of goo issuing from his lips; like copious, endless, creamy drool trickling down his long, snake-like neck. Heavy hiccups and spittings of cum happen now and then as he changes and winds around you... but the thick jettings of fluid into both your ass and from his maw are merely heavy pre-cum from the entity that's trending toward hyper sexual attributes.
It isn't until the big one is launched across the room and that causes a massive wave of cream out your butt onto your bed that you are totally certain about the nature of the smaller jets beforehand. After all his orgasmic moaning, he groans and tries to speak,* Hnnnnggg, I need you sssso bad, pleasssse, pleasssse.. *he hisses more and more prominently, nosing at your mouth, not even sure what he wants, aside from you.. something in the back of his mind urging him to take you moreso, somehow. His body, all over, is increasingly scaly.. patches of scales popped up here and there amid his fur, and the scales may soon reach the tipping point where they are the slight majority and the fur a marginal minority*

* Balros ever enjoys the hissing expressions of bliss from you, with your lidded eyes, partially open maw, and the heavy cumdrool that oozes from you. He shudders in his own orgasm, but pants afterwards, smooching and licking your lips, nosing and sniffing at the heat pits across your nose. His fur mostly hidden now under your creamy splatterings. His thighs and legs squeeze your hips fondly, feeling you -still- juddering and grinding, humping and pumping at him, refueling with even more cum than before. "Mmm, not me..." He chrrrs, and your torso begins to stretch again.... but this time, far faster and far, far longer. Sending you towards the door to have you open it, and begin to pile into the hallway. An otterguy stops as he walks into the hallway, eyes wide.... only for your strong arms to hold him and begin to strip him, as your maw stuffs into his mouth and bulges his throat, spewing thick snakespunk into his gullet. The fur on his face receding too, until soon he has a snake head just like yours, and a gently growing erection, steadily lenghtneing body, and bloating furry nuts.