Soft thigh-high boots (boots of anthropomorphic transformation)

Going to the front of the carriage you look around but find nothing. Remembering that coachmen sometimes had a hidden compartment under their seat which they used to hidE smuggled goods, you look more carefully and find a finecrack on one side.

Digging your fingerS in you manage to slide it to the side revealing a dark space. You see an odd shape and slowly you tug it out by the knotted mesh which encased it.

At first you thought it was some kind dead animal. But to you pleasant surprise you realises that they are a pair of boots. All be it a bit odd looking.

Long and going up to the mid thigh, they have short reddish fur on the outside, of all things, witch becomes a darker colour over the feet. Furthermore the boots are stowed away in a bag made out of a net like mesh.

You look at them dubiously for a few minutes, but the more you think about it the less harm you think there is behind it. Having thigh high boots would be more convenient if you had to wade through knee high sludge.

You climb back into the main cabin with your new prize where you'd left your sword and scabbard to dry and take the boots out of their bag.

As you examine them closer you think that they are even stranger. The fur on the outside is incredibly soft like real animal fur. The hits are short at the bottom net the feet but become longer after they’ve reached the thighs. The lining inside is waxed to become slick and smooth. Further more you can see countless runes embossed in long lines on the inside. With particularly bolded ones surrounding the cuff of the boot by the thigh.

You have doubts once more. This was clearly an artefact from the enchanters guild but the way it had been hidden in the smuggler's compartment along with its strange packaging you thought it may be a prototype. There was no telling if it could be faulty.

You didn't know that much about enchanted items. They were highly expensive and rare after all. But you do seem to recall that the tended to have a some sort of trigger before they activate in the stories you'd heard where they were mentioned.

In the end you decide to ware them anyway, thinking that you would be careful not to speak out loud any obvious triggers like 'activate' or ‘start’.

You slide you bare foot in, making sure your leather pants were wrapped around your calfs. Surprisingly you'd thought they might be a bit difficult to put on but your legs slid in smoothly. The slick leather feeling cool and surprisingly nice against your bare feet

With both boots on you stand up and pull them all the way up your thighs. When you stretchen the boots taut you wondered if they would actually stay on instead of just sliding down your thighs.

You do not need to wonder long however when suddenly you feel the runs within the boots come to life. Giving off a sudden heat.

You become instantly wary as you feel them tighten to fit snuggly around your thighs. the fir seems to ripple all along the length of your legs and feet as they refit themselves against your skin.

When nothing else happens you relax and try walking around in them. They are surprisingly **** comfortable. The soft soles make for easy walking even though they were sturdy, and you felt a snug warmth along your legs.

You remain happy with your find until you realise that the heat against your legs is slowly increasing. You try to peel the boots down to check what is happening but to your horror you realise the cuffs had tightened seemingly cutting straight through your pants. OR rather had dissolved them as you see the melted ends of what hade now become shorts.

You curse afraid of what the boots will do to your legs and try to even more desperately peel them off your thighs. The Bolded runes feel scorchingly hot against you skin eliciting a burning pain. To your horror the red fur begins to spread, sliding beneath your cut of pant hem. You feel it's steady progression up you thighs. And you quickly begin to unlace your pants, desperately thinking that you must stop the growth somehow. You see the red fur spreading to your groin and you try to block it with your finger to stop it from reaching your junk.

Unfortunately the fur spreads to your hands and you are suddenly to busy trying get the stuff off from your digits. But everywhere you touch begins to likewise bread the fur like a contagious disease. Leaving a feverish heat in its weight.

Your feet and legs are a on fire and your penis and testicles are likewise become enveloped by an uncomfortable heat.

You fall to your knees in despair. You should never have tempted fate by testing an experimental product from the enchanters guild.

The heat has spread over your arms and up your chest and you fall to the ground weakly gasping for what might be your last breaths. The fur ripples up your neck and over your face and everything fades into blackness into blackness.

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You come to slowly.

The first thing you register is that you are lying against something unyielding. It I not uncomfortable however, so you lie there a bit longer. Something screeches in the distance.

Your ears twitched.

What... what? They twitched?

Feeling that something is off you slowly slide your eyelids open. The first thing you see is a lump of fluffy fur.

Your reach out to touch it groggily then, freeze when you realise that your hands are unfamiliar.

Your hands are covered in short fur. Red at the wrist but over going to a dark brown and black close to your fingers.

Your nails are pitch black and much longer and solid looking then the should have been. You suddenly sit up to look at your hands in shock. The bushy bunch of fur you’d been about to touch, whisking away behind you.

With dawning disbelief you realise you now have a bushy tail. Looking à the palm of your hands you see that they have calloused but soft pads that cossions your hands and fingers.