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Ian swallowed as he waited for the owl to get his morning dose. He hoped she wouldn't notice how he filled out his jumpsuit now, or ask for an exam. If he had to zip down his jumpsuit he couldn't hide the bandages hiding his breasts. He could barely hide the wet spots that strapping them down produced as the pressure made him lactate.

She walked back with the tall glass, the familiar scent of his medicine filling his nostrils. It brought back the images from the week before, Samson and Dalia, her overflowing cunt and all that rich, musky seed. His stomach rumbled and he swallowed down the saliva filling his mouth. Even knowing that his 'medicine' was probably cum from gods know where he still had to drink it, and he wanted to drink it, but it would look off if he chugged it like he wanted to. It was a struggle every day to resist the urge.

"T-thank you," he muttered, trying to make his voice sound deeper than it had become. He brought the glass to his lips and tilted it back, the thick, slimy texture of salt and bitter flowing over his tongue. He felt her tip the glass back with her finger again, but he didn't need the encouragement. He swallowed every drop eagerly. His eyes opened and he found himself disappointed it was already empty.

The bird smiled, or at least, the approximation her beak could afford as he handed it back. "Good, how's your heart feeling?"

Ian's eyes widened and he feared the stethoscope around her neck, that this might be the day she ask to look him over again. "G-good! I think this stuff is a-actually working." She started to grab it and he cleared his throat. "Um, can we hurry this along? I think Master Kelgan wanted me down to-to help with the horses."

The owl nodded, and waved him off as she set the stethoscope down on a table. "By all means, just be sure to come for your second dose before dinner. All this progress will be for naught if you miss even a single dose."

Ian nodded and jumped down from the operating table, gasping softly as he felt wetness start to leak down his stomach. He looked back to see if the owl had heard it, but she was distracted with her terminal, talons idly tapping away. He swallowed and quickly walked out of the room, squeezing his jumpsuit over his chest.

He kept his eyes down as he passed the other servants and slaves, ignoring the mocking stabs from them as he passed. He was used to it after these two weeks week, being the only human on the property. They were all harmless anyway. Master Kelgan wouldn't condone any physical abuse against even the weakest of his slaves, not unless they did something wrong.

Like climb into his prized cow's womb after she'd been bred?

He shook his head and walked into the lesser canids' kennel. It was a task any one of the other servants or slaves could do, but today it was his job, and if he was honest, he was rather looking forward to it. He loved dogs, even the more exotic breeds Master Kelgan had. During his time here he often visited them when he wasn't busy, maybe to eat lunch or just to give them a few belly rubs.

He only had to feed them, but the master tended to let him a little leeway with his jobs because of his condition. He took his time, giving each of the dogs a good scratching and petting as he filled their bowls. They were a little pushy today, jumping up and nudging at him, their licks forceful, but they were hungry and soon forgot after he'd filled their bowls. Ian made sure to make a note of it, certain whoever fed them last didn't give them their proper portions.

After a while he found himself in front of the last cage. He stayed back from it at first, waiting for the canid inside to stir. He raised a brow then stepped forward, rapping on one of the bars. "Hey, Fenrir, come on, wake up boy," he said cautiously.

The dire wolf didn't stir, curled up in the far corner of the cell, still, the dim light in the early morning making it hard to see if he was breathing. Ian swallowed and looked to the panel next to cell. The wolf was impeccably trained, as gentle as a puppy, but no less of a magnificent beast than Samson. He was a wild animal, even if he was a cloned one, there was the potential for serious damage, even death. But Fenrir was one of Master Kelgan's prized pets, it was his job, quite literally, to check.

He checked for a stun stick, but there were none in sight when there was usually one or two nearby at all times. Between the lack of food and the missing stun stick, it felt like he was set up. Some of the anthros trying to get him killed, but not doing his job would have him killed either way, or maybe worse. He could call for help, but if they planned this then they would only throw him in, and with how long he'd taken to feed the other dogs he had little time to spare.

He swallowed and opened the cell, hoping the sound would stir Fenrir, but it didn't. He hated having to close the gate behind him, but if Fenrir got free there was no way Master Kelgan would let him get away with it. He slowly approached the wolf, keeping his distance as his eyes tried to catch sight of a rising chest, or hear any breathing. Closer and closer he got, hair on his neck raising as his stomach sank.

The wolf's head finally lifted and Ian froze, his breathing halting for a moment as the wolf looked at him, eyes glowing yellow in the shadow of the cell. He wanted to run away, but the sudden movement would have the dire wolf pounce on him.

He started to slowly back away again, but the wolf started to rise, slowly loping towards him. Each step Ian took back, Fenrir took forward. He was making ground, but if he opened the gate the wolf would be out before he could get through and close it.

"F-Fenrir? B-back up now. I'll fill your bowls and you can-" The wolf's ears perked and he hastened his approach towards Ian, the human stifling a yelp as he felt the bars against his back. "B-back Fenrir! Heel!" he cried, his fear making his voice crackle, the high pitch his voice had taken filling the air.

But Fenrir didn't stop, not until he was within biting distance of the human. His eyes focused on Ian's body, nose pressing against his leg, then higher, snout lingering at his groin before lifting up. The wolf was almost as tall on all fours as Ian was on his two legs, easily able to draw his nose up to Ian's face, but he didn't. The nose stopped at his chest, pressing, sniffing hard enough that Ian could feel the hot blasts of air through his his jumpsuit.

Ian trembled, his fear quiet real, quiet apparent, but where Fenrir could easily end him, the wolf seemed curious. His eyes drifted up, sniffing at Ian's neck and chin, then licking at his face. He winced but as Fenrir's tongue licked at his face he felt an odd calming effect, the wolf almost affectionate, kind.

He couldn't help but smile, drawing his hands up to Fenrir's head, rubbing and scratching behind his ears. "Good boy Fenrir! I love you too! Such a good wolf, ain't ya?" he said, giggling as the long, licks slathered over his face, struggling to speak a little as the tongue nearly enters his mouth. The wolf pursues, head turning and twisting until it presses into his mouth. Ian's taken back by it as the wolf's tongue probes in, but wolf was insistent, overpowering, as if he were really trying to kiss Ian.

Ian's hands come to Fenrir's chest, trying gently to push him back, but the wolf was so much stronger and his wild instincts were unlike the other dogs, not as obedient. But he felt an urge in the back of his mind, like a faint whisper slowly growing louder, encouraging him to submit to the wolf. His mouth opened wider, letting the wolf's tongue probe now, suckling on it gently, lapping back over the wet, commanding muscle.

He felt a paw press against his chest, claws slowly digging into his jumpsuit. Fenrir tugged down, tearing though the fabric with ease, the bandage holding down his breasts being torn away with it. Yet, despite as sharp and threatening as the claws were, not a mark scratched his skin as the suit fell away. He felt the cool air touch his skin, naked as the wolf's fur graced over his skin, milk leaking from his hard nipples.

Ian gasped as the wolf pulled back, a strand of saliva linking his tongue to the wolf's muzzle. His chest heaving and heart racing as the wolf's yellow eyes pierced his own. Fenrir lowered his muzzle, drawing his mouth to Ian's leg. The human yelped out in surprise, falling back against the bars as the wolf pulled. He tried to grip the bars but he wasn't prepared, drawn from the safety of the door's switch and freedom.

The wolf didn't grip tight though, teeth barely breaking skin as he pulled. The mouth let the leg free, quickly pulling himself up over Ian's body. He felt tiny underneath the wolf as his yellow eyes looked down. His muzzle lowered to Ian's neck and opened, a fleeting fear of death filling the human's mind until he felt the lick of the tongue on his neck. Gentle slow laps, tracing down to his collar bone until the reached his nipples.

Ian gasped, back arching up as the tongue cleaned his nipples of their milk. His breasts were so sensitive and full, each day feeling fuller, aching. He was too afraid to touch them, getting harder to hid them as they filled with milk. The attention made them spray milk onto Fenrir's tongue, the wolf eagerly lapping milk up. He didn't want it to stop, but the wolf's tongue drifts lower, licking over the swell of his chubby belly, down between his legs.

Ian's cheeks grew flush, but he didn't pull away, entranced by the lap of the thick tongue as it covered his body. His hips pulled up, his four inch cock hard already. He was ashamed, but it felt so good as the tongue slathered over his length. Even the nips of his teeth, potentially threatening as they were, felt good to Ian. But the tongue moved, a paw drawing underneath Ian to lift him up as the tongue pressed into his ass.

He wasn't prepared for it, he'd never even had anything in his ass before, but he moaned like a bitch in heat as he felt Fenrir's muscle spread open his ass. There was a faint pain, but it faded quickly, his body relaxing, walls spreading open as the wolf's tongue worked deeper. His muzzle opened wide, the wolf's head big enough that his muzzle almost encompassed the area between Ian's legs entirely, hiding his hard cock and modestly sized balls as the tongue probed deeper.

Ian's mind had lost all thought of running, a desire filling his mind much like when he was confronted with Dalia's cum dripping cleft. He wanted something from Fenrir, he just didn't know what. It wasn't the tongue, though it was delightful in a way Ian had never thought he might experience.

He soon got his answer as Fenrir pulled his tongue free, saliva drooling out of Ian's ass and following over his stomach as the wolf repositioned himself. The wolf's bright red cock dangle beneath his body, pre-cum oozing from the tip. The length was thicker than Ian's arm, maybe even than his thigh. It was impossibly big, reaching to his sternum as the wolf's first thrust missed entirely, smearing pre-cum over his stomach.

Part of him knew he could never fit every inch, but his body moved of its own accord. He lifted himself up, grabbing at Fenrir's cock, drawing the tip to his ass. The wolf let out a deep rumble and pushed forward. Ian's balls tightened and he splattered cum over Fenrir's stomach and his own as he groaned out, spread wide around the first few inches of the cock.

It hurt, his vision blurred, threatening to pass out as the cock split him open, but as the wolf pulled back and pressed forward his toes curled, walls quickly adapting as he felt a leak of heat beginning to pool in his bowels.

The wolf knelt down, paws coming to his back to hold him, press Ian's face into the wolf's chest. Ian reached out, grabbing fistfuls of fur, gripping tight as Fenrir hunched and started thrusting more purposefully into his tight ass. His moans were muffled by the fur, pressing his face closer to Fenrir's chest as the wolf slowly pounded his cock deeper.

He gasped, biting his lower lip as the cock stabbed into a wall. The wolf growled, hips shifting slightly, paws gripping before pushing forward again. He feared the pain of the cock pressing up against the wall again, but it slipped deeper, Fenrir's cock following the twists of Ian's colon as he sunk deeper.

Ian shivered, feeling the cock bulge out his already rounded stomach, whimpering and groaning as the wolf pounded into his ass like he was breeding a bitch. The wolf's paws pulled back, letting his pleasured cries call out through the kennel. Fenrir looks down, muzzle opening and seizing another kiss from Ian, mouth filling with the wolf's tongue, the long, lithe muscle pressing into the back of his throat.

Ian reached up, grabbing at Fenrir's head, holding the wolf's muzzle to his lips as his body was rocked by the thrusts, stopped by an abrupt hilting into his ass. He almost pulled back, eager for more, but he whimpered against the wolf's muzzle as he felt his opening spreading wider. The knot stretched open his ring wider and wider, pressing hard against his prostate. His cock jumped, splattering another jet of cum over both of their stomachs as he was filled wide by the knot.

Fenrir's hips bucked, his muzzle breaking then tilting back into a howl, slapping his heavy balls against Ian's rear. He had to know, reaching down as the wolf pinned him to feel the orbs, too focused on his cock earlier to see how big they were. He could feel them throb and churn as the wolf bucked, too big for his hands to squeeze. They felt bigger than his head, and then they tightened.

He lost his breath, feeling the sudden rush of cum flow into his stomach, hot like fire, pouring through the twists of his digestive system. It felt like Samson's balls were unloading into him directly, each thick gallon filling his stomach, slowly making his chubby stomach swell larger and larger. A belch escaped his lips, the musky scent of cum filling his nostrils, then filling his mouth. He tried swallowing it back down, but there was too much. His vision started to fade, too much to hold, too full, he passed out.

...

He barked when he woke up, eyes wide, looking around frantically. He could still taste the cum, his ass aching as it remained spread open wide. Fenrir's length still sunk into his ass, resting in the corner next to him. There was no denying, it wasn't a dream this time. He felt so full, the thick cock spreading open his ass, stomach heavy with the seed.

Despite the ache and potentially dangerous position he was in, he found himself wanting to stay right where he was. The wolf's smell, his muscular frame, powerful, capable, balls so full and ready to be emptied again. He wanted to be Fenrir's bitch, but it was all the more reason to pull himself free.

He moved slowly, biting his lower lip as he stifled a moan as the cock slowly pulled free from his ass. The wolf stirred, but a paw moved away from Ian's body, making it easier to pull himself free. He was bitterly grateful the knot had shrunk down, only having to pull himself off the rest of the massive length, which itself was quite the ordeal. The cock was sunk so far into him it felt like he was having his colon pulled out as he removed himself from the length, the sudden emptiness and rush of cum pouring out of his ass making him draw in a sharp breath.

He tried clenching, but to no avail, stretched too open, and standing was too painful in his state. So he slowly crawled away from the wolf, ring gaping wide as cum leaked out from his ruined rear. He grabbed at the meager remains of his jumpsuit before cautiously standing. He winced at the ache, his legs spread out wide as he reached around the bars to hit the door's release. It slid open and he waddled through, closing the door behind him, barely disturbing Fenrir.

He sighed and returned to his knees, reaching back to feel at his ass, only to feel something new. A tail, lanky, but long, covered in fur. He looked back and lifted it up, looking it over. It looked unreal, but he could feel it, covered with a coat of tan fur much like Fenrir, but weak, limp, looking something like a cow's tail.

He shook his head, the addition no startling than his... he looked down at them, larger, heavier, nipples thick and plump, dripping milk. They looked like teats hanging from a cow's udders, and soon felt other nipples in three rows lining his stomach, each leaking milk too. He sits up onto his calves, his long hair hanging down to his shoulders as he looks over his body.

His frame had filled out more, hips too wide to hide in a jumpsuit, belly almost looking pregnant from the cum still filling his stomach. As his hands felt at his body he felt a light layer of hair all over it, blonde, barely long enough to feel never mind see. It wasn't hair, too stark a contrast to the red mane on his head. It was fur, he was quite certain.

He shook his head, not understanding what was happening to him, but fairly certain as to the why. Samson and Dalia, Fenrir, his 'medication'. All the cum was changing him, making him into... some hybrid anthro. He wasn't sure if it was supposed to happen, but he had spent too much time here, even if he rushed, he'd still get in trouble, probably get a beating for taking so long, not to mention the damage to his jumpsuit, though that might get him out of some of the trouble.

He started to step into the jumpsuit again, sliding them over his legs, then freezing when he noticed another change. His cock was gone, replaced with a cunt, swollen, wet, triangular in shape; a bitch's sex. He was stunned, unsure what to do, afraid to move. It had to be a dream, a very realistic one, because there was no way this made sense.

"Well shit, look at this mess," he heard a voice say.

His eyes snapped up, wide, seeing a pair walking towards him. A stout, broad shouldered tiger, if Ian remembered his name correctly, named Arturo. The other, an elephant bigger than Master Kelgan named Reginald, Reg to just about everyone but Ian.

The tiger furrows his brow and waves out his hands. "I don't even know what the fuck I'm looking at here. Skin bald like a human, but she's got a bitch's spade between her legs... and what is up with those titties?" He looks back to Reginald and gently hits him in the stomach with the back of his hand. "What kind of freak is this? I don't remember hearing that Master Kel picked up a new pet."

The elephant snorted and nodded his head, long nose feeling out in the air. His brow furrowed and he looked to his smaller companion. "Might be a freak, but bitch is in heat. Can smell it from here."

The tiger looked back and stepped closer, kneeling down as he sniffed the air around Ian. He shrunk back and whimpered, "I-I'm not a bitch. It's m-me, Ian."

The tiger and elephant turned to look at each other then started laughing. Ian's voice was higher pitched, definitely sounding feminine, but as the tiger shook his head and wiped his eye he chuckled and nodded. "Does smell a bit like Ian, don't it Reg? Don't remember you being a bitch, but..." His eyes scanned over Ian's body and he shrugged. "We don't get much tail here, and I'm tired of pounding Reg's fat ass over there."

Reg snorted, scratching at his brow with his trunk, but nodded. "Ain't heard you complain yet, but you ain't wrong. Could use a new piece to pound. Think Master Kel would mind?"

Arturo looked back at Ian, his muzzle spreading open to show off his sharp white teeth. "Like he'll find out. Weak little pink skin might have just died somewhere for all he knows. Little shit was pocket change to the master."

He stands and walks over to Ian, who quickly gained ground on him despite the former-human's attempt to scurry back. He came around behind Ian and picked up him up by looping his arms underneath Ian's. "Come on bitch, we're gonna break that tight cunt of yours..." He looked down underneath Ian's tail and chuckled. "I'll let Reg have sloppy seconds on your loose ass though."

Reg raised a brow, his large ears flapping, but he shrugged as they walked off. Ian's stomach dropping, but too weak to resist, aching all over, and some small part of him not wanting to. Gods help him, he was looking forward to it.