Winter Weather
A quick sketch of a fluffy arctic fox transformation.
The snow whirled down outside so thick it looked like static, a haze that swallowed up anything more than about twenty feet from Kate's hotel balcony. Kate glared out the window as she stripped out of her skiing gear piece by piece, slapping her gloves on the counter and kicking her boots over by the kitchenette.
"Closed due to snow? You're a ski slope," she grumbled to herself, giving her left boot another kick, then zipping open her coat and tossing it over the edge of the couch. With her scarf and snow pants pulled off and tossed aside, she was down to just regular pants, wool socks, and her shirt and sweater.
With a sigh, she heaved herself back onto the bed, and lay there for about ten seconds, staring out the window, until she hauled herself back up again and over to the thermostat. It was too hot in her room, too. Seventy-six? In the middle of weather? That seemed ridiculous. She squashed the rubber triangle with her thumb, ticking it down to seventy before flopping back onto the bed.
Since she had her knees over the edge and her feet hanging down, she didn't see what was going on. Her toes wriggled in her wool socks, her ankles bent and then stretched, and then with a soft poof of fluff, the socks vanished, and in their place were a pair of thick white-furred paws, dangling just above the floor.
Getting rid of her socks was a relief, at least. Kate leaned back, stretching out her feet and spreading her new paw pads, then clenching them. A few minutes she spent laying there, occasionally scratching the top of one paw with the claws of the other, and tossing and turning while she tried to will herself into napping.
Eventually, the sound of the air vents stopped, and Kate sat up with a frustrated sigh. It was still much too hot , to the point that she was actually feeling thirsty. Pushing herself up onto her thickly-padded paws, Kate slipped into the bathroom and filled up one of the provided cups, then gulped down some refreshingly icy water. Then, on her way back to the bed, she jammed the thermometer with her thumb a couple times, until it was down to sixty-five degrees.
That ought to help, she thought. She didn't want to be cold, just pleasantly cool.
Hopping back into bed, Kate dragged over her laptop from the bedside stand and unfolded it on her lap. Her legs began to itch; she scratched them. It didn't help much, until at last, with a somewhat-louder poff, her pants vanished entirely—along with her underwear—and left her with soft white fur from her toes to her hips. Hips that were now pleasantly thicker, or which at least looked so with all of the thick fluff Kate was sporting on her legs.
For her part, the change didn't even register in Kate's mind, beyond a mild annoyance that her laptop was heating up again. That was the problem with keeping it in her lap: her fur clogged up the fan, and then it would get hot against her fur and make her feel sweltering again.
Closing her laptop with a sigh, Kate pushed herself back off the bed. From behind her unfurled a long and thick tail, about half as wide across as her hips, and long enough to tickle the backs of her calves as she walked. Her new paw-step left her fur-thick hips swaying gently from side to side, and her tail lashing back-and-forth behind her. Almost on instinct, one of her hands propped against her hip.
Kate pushed her finger against the thermostat and let it go down as far as it would go. Fifty-eight degrees. If that didn't cool her off, then...well, she'd resort to other measures.
Walking around her room with nothing on below the waist felt perfectly normal; first off, because she wasn't sharing the room with anyone, but most importantly, because she was perfectly modest without anything on anyway. She was all luxurious white pelt from the waist down, so it wasn't like anyone could see anything—honestly, putting on lingerie just made her look more undressed, not less.
As Kate settled down on the sofa with a fresh cup of cold water, she tugged at her sweater and itched beneath it, reaching down to the layer of her long-sleeved shirt. She should probably take off her sweater or her shirt, she supposed, if she was hot. But she didn't want to feel bare either.
A muffled pff popped from beneath her sweater, and in an instant, her shirt was gone. Soft plush fur spread down Kate's arms, and even wrapped around her hands, which were thick, though not quite as thick as her feet-paws. A tuft of white fur unfurled from the neck of her sweater, fluffing out and coming to rest against her chest, while the flood of fur up along her cheeks brought her ears up into points. She wriggled her dark nose and huffed.
If the thermostat wouldn't get cool enough, she'd just cool down the room the old-fashioned way. Kate got up to her feet, and walked with a poised sway that rolled her hips over to the balcony door. It took a push or two to get the metal un-stuck, but then it slid open, and with it rolled a chilly, twenty-degree wind. Kate would just leave it open for a little bit until—
Poof!
The thick plume of fur on her chest was nearly a foot-and-a-half thick. Some of that had to be her breasts, but undoubtedly some of that was just dense fur, too. Dense enough to make Kate's chest look like one smooth, thick shape of fur running down her front, a bit like a puffed-up bird. But from her narrow snout and tall ears and sleek black markings around her eyes, she was clearly an arctic fox.
Either a very fluffy or very curvy arctic fox, or some combination of the two. Her pelt hugged her just right to show off her looks, and her rolling stride as she stepped out the door seemed almost like a practiced catwalk strut.
"Finally," she sighed, as she dusted the layers of snow off of the lounge chair that was set outside, primarily for visitors in the summer. But as thick as the snow was, it couldn't penetrate Kate's lavish pelt. The fluffy fox settled into her chair and leaned back, tossing back her white hair and folding her arms behind her head. Her tail, curled around her side, flicked happily while she sunbathed in the blizzard.