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Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff

There was a bright light and the bitter taste of metal in Vic's mouth. The shaggy looking brown wolf with a small goatee cried out past the giant cylinder strapped to his muzzle, the straps wrapped tightly around the back of his head. Desperately trying to shake it out, it wasn't going anywhere, the tubing on top of it reaching all the way up to a glass container filled with some kind white liquid.

He tried to move his bottom half but groaned as he felt something lodged deep in his ass. Digging his black canine nails into the wooden chair, he finally noticed the long metal rod with springs on one end and something that looked like a huge rubber cock on the other. His ankles were being separated by chains hanging from the ceiling spreading his soccer built legs, making an easy access for the bit shoved up his burning hole. Black leather was also wrapped around his legs, leading all the way down to his crotch, the outsides of his asshole restrained by what might have been a huge plug. He could feel it inside him, lining the walls of his hole.

All of a sudden there was a loud whirling sound under the wolf and a loud hiss behind his ears. He screamed howled in pain past the cylinder in his muzzle, his toes curling as the rubber probe shot forward, jabbing at his insides. His guts ached when it did it again, but this time Vic's eyes widened as he felt something thick and warm being pumped into his bowels. When he finally adjusted to the unnatural feeling of the violation in his wrecked hole, the wolf tugged at his wrists, trying to pull them off the chair.

There was another loud hiss and Vic tried to clench his insides, but this time the surprise came from the tube attached to his muzzle. He was caught off guard as a flood of the white liquid came down the tube. Having his muzzle forced open by the cylinder, he was forced to swallow every last ounce of the thick, salty, bitter liquid. There was no slowing it down as it was pumped into his stomach. It was either swallowing or down. The pressure from the tank above just kept it coming and coming until he swallowed about a pints worth. Vic's chest rose and fell hard as he struggled to breathe, his stomach starting to ache.

He tried to give off another sharp howl as the probe tore into his ass again, pumping hard three times into his aching hole. Vic clenched his eyes, digging his claws into the chair. Looking down, he could have sworn he saw his waist bulging. He could hear light creaking coming from the leather bound to his waist. "Oh fuck, I'm going to explode!"

More of the milky liquid flowed into his muzzle. Being forced fed, Vic closed his eyes and tried not to imagine what was being pumped into his stomach. Groaning past the feeder in his muzzle, he wanted to rub his stomach so badly because it hurt so much. Looking down as best he could, he saw a small bulge forming where his washboard abs usually were.

The pattern started all over again, and this time the probe didn't stop. It just kept pumping more and more into his ass. He could feel his waist stretching. The leather was starting to cry out into his ears, creaking and creaking as his flesh and fur pushed against it. The wolf never knew his body could be manipulated in such a way. He was so full, he just wanted to get it over with, he wanted to explode.

Another light flashed on but Vic couldn't see where it was coming. Two leather bound muscle dingoes wearing hoods and goggles soon walked up on either side of him. When they undid the straps on the back of the wolf's head, a rush of the liquid poured out of the sides of Vic's muzzle, the remnants of his feeding spilling out over himself, he could taste the bitter paste. He groaned as they pressed at his sides, poking and prodding at him, "Pleas...stop...it hurts!" As numerous onlookers watched from the dark, he felt the warm, salty liquid sloshing around inside him. Lost in a inflated daze, he gave a sharp belch, more of the goopy mess running down his chin...