Mark let out a soft sigh as he felt the magic working over him, tingling in places. Oh, how he wanted this. The tingle intensified to a minor itching as his skin became hairy, then furry, growing a thick waterpoof coat. Mark smiled as he watched his hands shift and reform, becoming webbed and clawed as the fur washed over him.


The fur washed over his head and face, a momentary discomfort as his muzzle pressed out and his ears shifted. He grunted as he felt something pull on his spine, turning with increasing agility to see his thick long rudder form, almost as long as he was tall. He sat down sideways on the chair to watch his legs and feet reshape. 


Pleasure suddenly hit him, closing his eyes as he felt his cock change and reform, the pleasure shifting a little as his insides changed and altered.


Taking a breath, Mark got up from his chair and went to examine himself in the mirror. He smiled to himself, yes. He got exactly what he wanted, he was a nice sexy otter with a thick-


Mark paused, then looked down at his crotch to find a feminine slit instead of sheath he was expecting. He stumbled backwards onto his bed in shock as the magic picked up again and suffused his form.


His chest felt like it was in a vice as it compressed inwards, while his hips ached as they spread outwards. His adam’s apple dwindled as his moans increased in pitch, and his scalp tingled as his hair grew out, reading down to the base of his tail.


His nipples ached and his chest was sore, and he rubbed his now dainty hands and felt the skin and flesh loosen from masculine pectorals into breasts. An erotic pleasure grew as he continued to rub, his breasts swelling from barely anything to A-cups, the nipples thickening as they hit B cups, the areolas spreading and darkening as they became Dcups, and becoming a bit moist as they swelled into firm DDs.


Mark panted as the pleasure left, this isn’t want he wanted, but… he had to admit that it felt food, his paws wandering over his altered form. He got up and looked at himself in the mirror, feeling sexy, a warm arousal building up in his nethers, one webbed paw gently stroking his new slit, thinking that he could still enjoy time with girls.


He went and layed back on his bed, increasingly aroused and feeling flushed as he continued to explore his new depths with one paw, tweaking a nipple with another. He closed his eyes, fantasizing being in a group of otter females, all needy and willing to use each other to relieve. His first female orgasm rippled through his body and he continued to play with himself. Another hit, even stronger, but did nothing to abate the growing need he felt.


Suddenly his fantasy self self a strong paw on his shoulder, and he looked up to find a handsome masculine otter looking down at Mark. Mark’s eyes roamed the other otter’s form, the broad shoulders, the body toned and defined from swimming, a thick masculine scent wafting through the air.


The heated need in Mark’s nethers exploded and he let his fantasy male rub his breasts. Mark’s dream self coos softly as the male otter lets his hands play with Mark’s slit, smilings softly as its already wet.


Mark groans in need as the heat burns within him, and the otter obliges, sliding his length into Mark’s damp folds.


Pleasure blasts over Mark as another orgasm rolls over his female body just from the entry, muscles pulling tightly at the intrusion, then the male otter begins to pump in and out, building up pleasure as he builds up speed.


Mark lets out a feminine cry as another orgasm washes over his body and yet the need still builds. Eventually with a huff, the male otter cums, the jet of hot virile seed hitting Mark’s fertile womb bringing him to the strongest orgasm yet, making him lie limp after being exhausted.


The male pulls out and gently kisses his lover on the lips, bringing Mark to, and Mark finds himself kissing back, a feeling of completeness growing in proportion to the heat fading. The male wraps his arms around Mark, and he feels comforted and safe, protected by his lover.


The male gently rubs at Mark’s stomach, which starts to swell. Mark panics as he feels the pressure in his belly grow, but it subsides from a whisper of his lover. His breasts ache as they become larger from milk, thick nipples dribbling as Mark’s belly continues to swell. Thoughts of motherhood and family with his mate start to run through Mark’s mind, a haze descending as his belly grows, his belly button popping as the twins within come closer to term.


Mark nuzzles into his lovers embrace, content and looking forward to a family, and glad that out of all the choices it was him, but that something feels amiss.


A twinge of pain and the feeling of something giving way and letting a flood of fluid out distracts her from that feeling, as she looks to her mate and tells him that it was time.


The sensation of magic fades as the spell completes itself, leaving Mark to her new life.