Valandor's obssession(Iron Author #10)
"Are we done with him yet?" a dark voice said.
"I don't think so," said another.
"Then we should get to fixing him, I would say," the first disembodied voice said.
"You are right. We did not expect him to go so fast and so far so soon."
"We will just have to make this even greater than we thought. Now we know what needs to be fixed."
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The pile of goo that was pooled on the concrete began to bubble and ripple around the incapacitated female feral wolf. Slowly, groups of muscles began to form out of the slop and they slowly began to move towards one another. Tendons emerged and reached out to grab the muscles to pull them together. Soon a set of hind haunches was formed, the tail following closely after. Front legs grouped together with shoulder blades, quickly making it so there was motion, despite the large size. A back and abdomen filled in the middle.
A headless quadruped stood where the red slop had once been. A skull from the distance began to roll towards the form of pure muscle. The front of the body dipped down and muscles and tendons reached out once again, wrapping around the bone and pulling it to the body. Eyes and ears began to fill in. The head turned and looked at the spent female with a goulish smirk of straight tooth and muscle.
"Miss me?" it said in a deep voice.
"No...how?" the female responded, trying to roll over to her feet. Her breasts swayed the opposite direction that she tried to go, providing to much counter balance to ever make any headway.
"Who knows," the form said, skin loosely beginning to cover his body, "but are you not happy?"
"Monster!" she screamed out, hoping to catch some fur's ears somewhere.
The wolf's brown fur filled in as the skin closed over the muscles. He was still as massive as when he exploded, but this time there was no pressure against his outer shell. Once he was completely covered Valandor straddled the female, shoving his thick shaft into her muzzle.
"Quiet bitch!" he yelled at her, thrusting in and out of her mouth. He could still hear her trying to scream, so he pummeled her face harder, cock going down her throat and knot brushing against her muzzles entrance.
The wolf could feel her breasts growing once again as they began to hit his ass. While they had not become any smaller during his time in pieces, he figured that filling them back up with milk would be a good plan. He did not want to lose her, after all. On the other hand, he wanted to grow even farther, and just one female would not do the job.
As the punk female began to quiet down, Valandor slowed his pace. He looked down and saw tears stream down her face and to the concrete below. He murred at the thought of having another female stuck just like this one was. Her black and white fur was matted with dirt, milk, cum, and blood.
"Stay," he said as he climbed off her. The wolf knew that she could not move, but he felt like telling her would only reinforce how helpless she really was. She began to cry and Valandor sighed, knowing it was hopeless to keep her silent.
So instead he just turned and stalked out of the warehouse to search for another victim. He had just the bitch in mind too. His hulking body moved through the darkened streets, earning him lots of stares from people. He did not mind at all tough, because he was in fact quite proud of his body and the fact that people found him irresistible to look at.
The brown wolf headed down an alley and pushed a trash can out of the way. Behind his laid his voluptuous cousin Swiftkill. She had just gotten down weaning a litter of pups, so her teats were still swollen and tender. She had always had full breasts, something that the wolf always looked at in wonder and want. Valandor cleared his throat, making her lift her head and look at him with a strange expression.
"Is that you?" she asked uneasily.
"Yes it is my cousin. I need your help," Valandor said trying to sound worried.
"Yeah, what is it?" she said obviously annoyed that he had awoken her.
"Come with me! There is trouble!" he said and turned away to leave, knowing the bitch would follow him.
"Sure, but you owe me."
"Anything," he said turning to look back at her.
He made it out of the alley and with the small amount of light, he heard Swiftkill mutter about a monster. He turned around and backed her back into the alley. He stood over her ominously and watched as her body began to tense in fear. His tongue lolled out of his mouth before slowly working its way around his muzzle.
"You will come with me. You will be quiet about it. And you will do as I say."
"Why should I?" she said defiantly.
"Because if you do not, I will kill you right here," he said creeping closer to her.
"No, you wouldn't," she said, her voice clearly unsure of the words she was saying.
"You can't count on that Swift, now can you?" he asked.
She shook her head. Her body slumped in defeat as Valandor came closer to her. He smirked and nipped at her ear.
"Follow me. Or I will take you by force."
He turned once again and left. He did not even turn back to see if she followed, but instead just listened for her paw falls. They quickly fell into step with his, so he quickened his pace just a little bit, even though he found it hard with his large body. He marched back to the warehouse, ready to further his grow even more.
The grey wolfess he had brought with him looked at the other female with a lot of fear. He smirked at her frozen body as he walked around behind her. He made sure they were in the other wolfess's view. He studied the females scared expression, listened to her whimpers, watched her teats prevent her from standing up to warn Swiftkill of what was about to happen. He watched the small stream of milk go from her teats to the grey wolfess's paws. It seemed that he had done such a good job on his first victim that her body did not know how to stop producing the milk now.
Then, with his cock fully exposed and dripping with pre-cum, Valandor mounted his cousin and with a lot of force, pushed his cock into her all the way up to his knot. Despite Swiftkill being a huge whore, her hole was still tight around his massive sheath. She screamed in pain and tried to wriggle out of his control, but found that it was effectively pointless. His body just secured her in place, allowing him to withdraw and re-enter her at his leisure. Which did not give her a lot of time in between strokes for the pain to go away.
His shaft split her open time and time again, releasing his seed every few strokes. Valandor could feel her tits beginning to fill with milk under his paws. He released a deep moan and shot another load into her at the realization of her filling with delicious liquid. Her body shivered with fear under him, an action that made his balls clench happily.
"Don't worry, unlike her, you will still be able to move."
Swiftkill's breathing became ragged after that. He could see her teats moving with his thrusts, the nipples dragging against the ground. Her heaving must have been from sensory overload, he thought even though he knew it was actually from fear. He came once again, giving her the final bit of juice to make her breasts touch the ground.
He pulled out of Swiftkill with a groan. His cock was still throbbing with drips of cum falling to the ground. The massive wolf stalked around in front of her and gave her muzzle a long lick.
"Now you will get to feed me," Valandor said happily. "Go over and stand above the other bitch's head."
Swiftkill obeyed silently and began to walk over. Her breath was hard and uneven as she heaved her body across the floor. Milk dribbled out of her teats as they hit the ground each time. She moved in front of the other female, carefully lifting one paw and then the other up on to the immobilized wolfess's shoulders. Her breasts beat down around the other's muzzle. The female at first wanted to cry out, but instead had to just fight for air from around the giant jugs surrounding her.
"Good girls," the wolf said, watching carefully.
He put his front paws on either side of his first victim. As he applied a little bit of pressure to her breasts and felt the milk gush out over his chest, filling each muscle crease with the warm substance. Once he was in position, he took on of Swiftkill's hanging breasts into his muzzle and shoved his shaft into the bottom wolfess at the same time. Both females howled out in pain as he assaulted them.
He split open the bitch over and over again, working her cunt before he even attempted to plummet his knot into her. He suckled at Swiftkill's teat, drinking all the milk she would give him. It did not take long before his mas began to grow again, body expanding outward. Their cries of terror turned him on even more, allowing him to cum once without his knot even entering his whore below him.
With his seed entering her womb and then flowing through her body, her breasts would fill up just as fast as they would loose milk. There was a constant stream of liquid hitting his chest. He moved his muzzle from one teat to another as Swiftkill's first jug had emptied. Yet, the second was even better then the first, making him grow even more and quicker, but this time also allowing his skin to replenishes around the expanding muscles. He let go of her breasts for a moment and threw his head back, howling in pleasure as the other females walls began to throb against him.
Even if she did not mentally enjoy the attack, her physical body seemed too. She would clamp around his cock each time he released a load, her body seemingly wanting to hold all the seed in for itself. The more lubrication she held, the easier it was for Valandor to stuff her fuller and fuller with his meat.
He moved back to Swiftkill's teats, licking them lovingly and making her cries of terror turn to more pleasurable ones. His cousin was, after all, one of the biggest sluts in the town and could never refuse a good fuck. This was just on a whole different level, but Valandor knew that soon she would grow to beg him for more. And he would happily give it to her if it meant he could just continue to grow bigger.
His body had grown about another five inches around in all spots by the time the second teat was depleted of the amazing milk. He was nearly twice the size of the bitch below him, something that made him happily pant. He pushed into her with more force, his now magnificently giant knot splitting her farther than she had ever been split before. The overwhelming sensation made his cock hole open up and shoot rivers of cum into her body. She cried out in pain, still not realizing that the sound only made him hornier. Valandor sucked on Swiftkill hard, taking in a big swallow of milk that made him quickly grow. He shoulders bulged and made his head look small compared to the rest of his body.
He pulled his knot out of the bitch and shoved it back in, continuing to repeat this action until he came once again. His cousin shifted so that he would have better access to her middle tits. This made him growl happily as he took another in his mouth and began to suckle the magical milk from her. This time, his hind quarters grew and he could obviously tell that the wolfess beneath him could not take much more weight.
Valandor could not help himself, though, he continued to thrust in and out, making her cry out in pain while Swiftkill tried to hide her moans of pleasure. Another load shot into the bitch, making her breasts balloon outwards and give him just the support he needed. It id not last long, however, for the next thing he knew he was growing once again, his body rocking back and forth against her boobs was making them deplete of milk even faster.
He grunted and began to lick at Swiftkill's next breast. Sucking on her was causing to much pleasure at this point and he wanted to torture her. So he teased the tip of her nipple with his tongue and swallowed the small drips of lactose that came out. The wolfess panted in pleasure and squirmed clearly wanting more. But Valandor continued his current speed, slowly dipping in and out of the bitch while sipping his cousin's milk.
He was utterly surprised when his cock suddenly pumped up while still inside of the other wolfess though. His member had grown throughout the process, but never so quickly or so much. He filled the wolfess's sex with his shaft and knot, eyes rolling back into his head in pleasure.
'This is our gift to you, for doing so well with your powers,' a voice said in the back of his mind.
He was confused as to what it was, but at the same time happy that they knew exactly what he wanted. As he took a gulp of milk and bulked up even farther, this time his shoulder muscles coming up to the tips of his ears. He knew he could not be on top of the bitch like this for much longer, so his newly sized cock released another large load of seed into her, making her body convulse in apparent pleasure.
There was so much cum, that in fact, it streamed out from around him. As he completely pulled out of his first victim, a pool of cum quickly following. He watched her chest rise high as she took in a full breath for the first time in a while. The huge wolf lumbered around to her side and pushed her over, the overly large breasts jiggling violently.
"Since I've become to big to be on you," Valandor said proudly, "you will just have to use your mouth."
She nodded slowly. He knew that she probably thought it would be better than having him inside of her, but it was quite the wrong way to think. He looked over at his cousin and smirked. She looked almost abandoned, but he certainly had big plans for her.
"You, cousin, go clean up the cum I left at her entrance," he commanded. "Make sure you swallow all of it."
Swiftkill moved to the other females rear, her sagging teats dragging against the ground. As she passed him, Valandor nipped at her behind which made her try to move faster, but to not much avail. The extra body mass that she had acquired just made it too difficult to move. Once she was in position, her tongue out and lapping at the other female's sex, he began to move tot he other side of her. He watched to stuck wolfess squirm as she was explored with the grey female's soft tongue.
His cocked throbbed as he felt his muscles continue to grow outward. As he laid down on the floor near the bitch, he marveled at how his muscles were pumping him farther away from the concrete. He pushed closer to her muzzle and forced her to take him in her mouth. At first she would only take his tip, but quickly her muzzle was halfway down his shaft. While her eyes conveyed terror as he grew before her eyes, her moans said otherwise. Swiftkill must have been cleaning her up real well if she was so incredibly conflicted on how to react.
However, soon his growth stopped and he became bored. Sure, her mouth felt good around him, but it just was not the same as constant stimulating of ripping muscles under his skin. He sighed deeply and both females looked up at him.
"What is it, master?" Swiftkill asked. His eyes saw stars at the thought of being considered master.
"Yes master," the younger wolfess asked, simply following the older female's lead, "What can we do for you?"
Valandor moved to stand up, limbs slowly pushing his hulking body upwards. "I need more."
Swiftkill stood up from her place, teats once again filled with milk. She lurched over to him, pulling her teats with her slowly. Valandor's eyes went wide at the sight of her massive tits as she glided across the floor. He would be able to grow absolutely massive from that! His tail began to wag in happiness, even if at this point it was merely a stub.
"That," he said, "would make me happy. Get over here an lay down."
Swiftkill tried to hurry up, and positioned herself so her head was near the other female's. Valandor saw exactly what his cousin's plan was and smiled, getting back down on to the ground. The tip of his cock was at the grey wolfess's mouth, his knot against the red wolfess's muzzle, The both began to lick, suck, and kiss him which made his body shiver all over. This was much better than before, particularly since his muzzle was buried into his cousin's prolific tits.
He moved his head back and began to suckle on them, quickly draining the milk from each teat. With each dry jug he left, his muscle grew larger and larger. Once she was completely dry, he spun around so he could access the red wolfess's milk filled breasts. She now eagerly took his shaft into her mouth and Swiftkill happily fondled his knot with her tongue. With each gulp, the rest of his body began to catch up with his huge shoulders and chest.
When he was at the last breast, Valandor began to thrust his hips against the bitch's muzzle, an orgasm building. He sucked her dry, making sure there was not a drop left. Upset that there was no more milk available to him, he thrusted harder, forcing his shaft partially down her throat. She groaned in pain, but did not try to back away from him. So, the wolf saw no reason not to repeat the action time and time again, particularly with Swiftkill's tongue dragging along his knot.
Soon he released once again, this time it was a much smaller stream of cum that went right down the back of the wolfess's throat. He moaned as he felt some of his warm seed cover his length, but even more so at the massive form he had acquired from drinking both sluts' milk.
"Good, now you should fill back up again," he said in between heavy breaths. He attempted to heave his body up, trying to get his paws under his large body. Despite having trouble even standing, he still did not feel satisfied with his size.
"Cousin, stand up with your tail hole in front of me," he said, straddling his massive body across the red wolfess again.
Swiftkill slowly moved into position and screamed when Valandor plunged into her. Even tough she had his cock in her face for the past few moments, the size still surprised her.
Valandor was absolutely in heaven though. His massive cock was squished between the last two teats of the red bitch, while about half of his shaft was shoved into his cousin. He was able to lap milk out of the nipples as the moved back and forth under him. Both females cried out, their screams a mixture of pleasure and anguish. Neither tried to run away though, but it may have been because they were to big to do that.
'You are doing even better,'the voice said once again, 'Have even more for being able to turn these sluts to worship you.'
Without drinking another drop of milk, Valandor expanded very quickly. His skin stretched out over the muscles, but did not lose any of its thickness. The tingling feeling that the growth gave him pushed him over the edge, his shaft shooting seed into her womb before being converted to the fantastic milk that would push him farther.
For now, though his body was tired, and with good reason to be. His head was now dwarfed by his shoulders. From his shoulders to his hind legs, there was a slop of rippling muscle. Hind quarters hid his tail from direct sight. If one was to look hard enough, there would be just a small poof of fur visible.
Valandor fell to the side, body panting. Both of his sluts were filled with milk and could not move very fast, so he smirked. Why should he go find more females to satisfy him when they could go get them.
"Go, find me more whores," he said, "if you do well, I might just treat you."
The red wolfess stood up on her paws for the first time since this had begun. Her teats hung down, but there were not as massive as before. Swiftkill's, however, were massive and all together were about the size of Valandor's torso.
"Yes, master," they said in unison. He watched the two of them leave, breasts dragging on the ground. Did he worry that they would run away? No, not at all. They were too scared, first of all, and second of all, were addicted to the growth just as much as he was.
Iron Author # 10 for Heroic Ones over on FA...still have one slot open in the third batch