Finally, Izuna thought, dragging herself up the steps to her apartment, I made it home. Dragging herself inside after fumbling with her keys, the 41-year-old kitsune dropped her bag, kicking her shoes off carelessly and slumping into the living room. Her blonde hair, tied up in a neat bun this morning, was now hanging in loose, disheveled strings around her tired face, her golden eyes half-lidded and fluffy fox ears drooping. She was a tall, buxom, mature-looking woman, and a fox-woman at that; two bushy, fluffy golden tails stuck out behind her, swishing this way and that as she collapsed onto the couch.
Sighing dejectedly, Izuna unbuttoned her blazer, sighing as she felt the compression on her chest ease just a little bit. She was still wearing her white blouse and, beneath it, a simple, unadorned bra. She unbuttoned her skirt as well, sighing again as she felt her body relax. Though Izuna was a long-lived, supernatural fox-woman, she was still subject to human desires, and she had gained a little weight recently, making her clothes just a bit snug. Work was stressing her out, and she was still single. As a fox-woman, Izuna had a long, long life ahead of her, so that didn't bother her too much, usually, but she had needs...
Izuna flinched as she felt her body respond to her wandering thoughts. A round, plump mass formed in her panties, growing steadily with her heartbeat. Izuna's breath caught as she remembered her single solace of the day; Izuna had set aside a brand new toy in the morning when she left, and it was ready to warm up and use NOW. Her package twitched and grew further, and Izuna hurriedly hiked her skirt down a few inches, revealing a sizable, quickly-stiffening bulge. Izuna, on top of being a fox-woman, was a full-blown futanari, with an impressive ten-inch cock and full, heavy balls.
In the bathtub was a large, thick cocksleeve, made of a new, space-age materiel designed explicitly for monstergirl futanaris.