"What the hell is going on?! I shouldn't be this big! I shouldn't be covered in fur! I- I"

As if saving your head for last, the fur trails up the back of your neck. The small bristles of hair on your head become fuzzier, and spread fur along your ears. They stretch to a triangular point above your head, becoming akin to a wolf's ears. The aura invisible to your eyes finally reaches inside your brain. Your panic comes to a sudden halt as you feel an electric surge spread through your body. You feel tranquil as you start to forget everything that was important to you. Your changing body is no longer your concern as your identtry starts to change.

"huh... I feel s o . . . why am I complaining? There's nothing wrong with my body is there?"

Your ears twitch like pylons, conducting the energy through your head. Your nose begins to darken, becoming bigger and more sensitive. You can feel your face pull forward as you start to see a black bump enter your field of vision. A side of your sight begins to darken as your eye expands. your dark pupil disappears entirely, a scar forming in it's place across your eyelids. You pay no mind however, the pain of the accident being alien to you at this point in your life. The fur from around your neck falls to your front. It expands like wildfire, multiplying into tufts of different shades. Your neck stretches your head higher, layers of fur covering your muzzle like dominos. Almost fully covered in fur, words start to take place in your mind.

"Big... Chill... Strong... H e l l h o u n d..."

Your blank mind fills with memories that for a second, you think aren't your own. A rush of heat rises in your body as your reminded of who you are. You're a strong hellhound. A bodyguard for the superstar Verosika Mayday. And boyfriend to the sin of gluttony, Beelzebub. Bee. You begin to pant, thinking of your lover. Your dedication to her and everything you do for each other. Acts of love and intimacy fill your mind. With each animalistic pant, your vocal chords change. Your voice resonating deeper, adjusting for a more serious tone and voice and adding a natural growl. Your teeth once straight and white start to largen. They sharpen into fangs lining your mouth. You shut your eyes as your name starts to come to your mind. You turn down and shut your eyes, your enhanced senses of your body filling the blanks. Your scarred bulging muscles. Your musky scent. Your wagging tail...

Part 3 of my Vortex TF

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3 (You Are Here)
Part 4