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WARNING: This story is of a heterosexual male actively seeking heterosexual sex, forced into homosexual sex against his will. There is a tiny amount of interaction with a female. If you are so gay that the mere mention of vagina makes you sick, than DONT READ THIS STORY. LOL

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It was stifling hot in the club, bodies moving together rhythmically with the base turned up so loud it was making make the bar stools crawl along the floor subtly if no one was sitting upon them and the whole building smelled of rut and sex. A combination of sexually charged bodies including my own, grinding together in some kind of primitive celebration of hedonism at its very finest and I was a part of it all. I was in a pair of tight jeans that did little to conceal every inch of my thick cock bulging lewdly over a thigh, indicating how long it had been for me and how bad I needed this, and a button-up shirt that had been opened and folded up as soon as I made it in the doors. Tattoos at my pelvis crawling up from my hips under the waist of my pants like lust-fed ivy, drawing attention lower like spot lights and it was evident I had no intentions of hiding exactly what I was there for. I'd already had a few drinks, leaving a fair tip for the bartender that mixed them strong for me and I loved her playful smile and minimally concealed tits. It made for fun entertainment while I awaited my drink, as it was I knew the bartenders were universally considered off limits but I enjoyed every moment of the eye candy while she bounced behind the bar making my jeans just a little bit tighter.

My god the things I'd have done to a piece that tight piece of ass, but I manage to tug my attention away in spite of myself and make it back to the dance floor where I had every intention of picking someone up. I may not have been a brute, but I was plenty fit for a canine my age. I made my way to the gym often enough to make for a nice ride for a lucky lady as my reputation would support and I'd like to consider myself an eight or a nine on the spectrum of attraction at minimum. Especially on a night like this, I looked damn good and I smelled damn good. Between the cut of muscle down my stomach and the way it was carved at my hips forming my Adonis belt dipping down to my dick, I knew I was easy on the eyes and as much as I loved being looked at I loved enjoying the candy I got to see along the way. There certainly was plenty out tonight, in a torrential sea of twenty-somethings who'd long since forgotten what sobriety felt like, and as I look out among the seemingly endless view of tight asses and nice tits dotted with bright eyes watching me and scents that were nothing short of unbridled need, I had absolutely no intentions of going home alone tonight. Hell, let's make it a party if I can find more than one... "Dean?" I heard someone call "Oh my gawsh, Dean!" I heard an effeminate voice call, turning my attention around to see friends I'd made back in school.

"Jesus Emma...? Adam, holy fuck man!" I'd have to shout with all the force in my lungs, while leaning against their ears. Those fucking squares hooked up back in school, boring and predictable and got engaged as soon as they were legal. Emma loved Adam and that suited him just fine. I give her an eyebrow wiggle like I'm checking her out and she laughs, nudging Adam with her shoulder who'd in turn just laughs and punches me in a shoulder. I go back years with them both, Dean and I played football together but he went further into baseball and I lost interest heading into college, realizing it just wasn't going to get me any scholarships and my interest you could say... Was lost to the fairer sex. Heh... "How've you guys been?" I asked them both, overly-miming my words so they could read my muzzle to compensate for the volume of the beating music. A strong built canine much like me, a Doberman he was, and he had a few inches on his kitty who was a head shorter than us both at least. Man that fuckin' girl had some curves... "We've been good man. How's stuff?" I laugh at the vague inquiry, realizing we can barely hold a conversation let alone play any serious catch up given the venue.

"Oh man! I almost forgot... Meet Lia!" They introduced, drawing my attention over to this feline built with unbelievable proportions. She had tiger stripes over what I could see of her hips and her tits spilling out of her undersized tank or whatever it was exactly. My god her fucking rack looked desperate for freedom and it made me so damn hard just looking at her. I'd lost track of the music playing, my friends standing and awaiting my response, or any of the other people present in the club at the time. My eyes dilating while I looked at her and I thankfully wasn't reduced to panting and drooling lewdly, but my god did I wanted a taste... No not a taste, I wanted the whole damn thing. My nose already singling her out amid the stifling flood of scents around us and I swear I could already taste her on my tongue and I felt pre smearing into my own fur from the sheer ache she was causing. "My god... I thought I smelled something good." I implied, beaming my most smooth toothy grin at her while I move forward to shake her hand in a casual half-hug, standing entirely too closely to her. "And what do you do, for a living..?" I asked curiously with a grin. She paused, soft touch in my hand and I can't stop drawing in her scent. I can already smell her sex, and can think of nothing else but fucking her as violently as I can... I could feel it making my blood get hotter in my veins, making every inch of my skin itch "Hah... I work in the science field, why?" she asked with a corked brow looking at me skeptically and I'd already blurted out before I realized what I was saying "I bet you're just like calcium bicarbonate. Once I get you wet, it'll be explosive..." I chuckle.

Emma and Dean both laugh, amused at the cheap joke and a little taken back by my bluntness but this new one... She responds differently. Her eyes hold mine and she leans forward as if she's going to whisper something to me, and I feel her hold onto the waist of my jeans for balance. Her fingers though, I feel open up against my fur, dipping into my jeans to stroke at the tip of my cock as she spoke and I've no doubt she can feel the sticky pre my body was already producing in ample quantities. "I guess you'll just have to try it for yourself... Let's call it research." She responds, the two friends of mine are wide-eyed and in a state of disbelief that my cheap come on has even worked at all. The tiger hybrid purrs against my ear a moment, lingering vastly longer than necessary just to continue that torturous touch and all the while I can smell her strongly. She finally, reluctantly draws back and my god my balls ached already and I watch her lick her index and middle finger. Cleaning it of the essence of mine she'd gathered and I struggle to keep myself from mounting her right there where she stood.

"Good... It's agreed." I boast after snapping out of the coma she'd put me in "We're ALL getting laid tonight!" I reply and everyone starts laughing, throwing our arms up in a playful celebration and strangers around us join suit, adding to the humor of the moment. The four of us stay an hour more at most, Dean and Emma next to us grinding on one another like they'd just met at a college party. It was great watching that Doberman with Emma, and in an odd way I found the sight kind of reassuring. In a world of complex romance, it's nice to know some of us get lucky and find happiness... "So where are you from?" their friend had asked me while our bodies would grind and writhe, "The hills." I answered casually, "What about you?" I returned, still having to work to shout over the loud music which was still pumping out at a near deafening volume. She'd mentioned somewhere downtown, but I couldn't hear the area in particular. Half the time I couldn't even hear what she was saying, but luckily she seemed pretty willing to get out of there together and I couldn't want anything more. "C'mon, let's head back to my place for coffee..?" I offered in the most obvious proposition for a long night of what would be exhausting and pleasurable rutting, and she gives an eventual grin and nod after eyeing me up a couple of seconds. "Ah c'mon... I promise I'll eat you out for at least an hour, first." I beamed that stupid fucking grin of mine and stuck out that obscenely long and thick canine husky tongue of mine for a preview of the depth I'd be after. She just grinned and laughed with amusement, before talking to Emma who looked unsure, but she decides to let the friend wander off with me for the night with some reassuring from Dean. As if he had to vouch for me not being a rapist despite the years Emma had personally known me.

I considered driving, but was confident I'd had too much to drink. The more I thought about it I hadn't recalled her having a single drink but I knew just grabbing a taxi was the best way to go, as I was trying to be gentlemanly and all. Fuck her scent in that small taxi was maddening, I wanted to fuck so badly I had to keep myself restrained just to get where we were headed. "No lets go to my place..." she corrected and I didn't mind. I'd brought protection and I wasn't worried about this curvy number trying to date-rape me. The thought alone made me chuckle and she just looked at me curiously with a smirk. "You sure are a cocky one, aren't you?" she'd asked along the way grinning right at me, after having given the taxi driver instructions. "Nah, just confident... You know you love it." I insisted, leaning in to kiss her and my god I kissed her so deeply. My tongue dominating her muzzle easily, an advantage of being of the canine species, my long slick appendage overtaking her shorter feline tongue easily and I heard her quiver out a pleasured moan against my muzzle. I caught my hand straying between her legs, only just now realizing how short that skirt was and I let my fingers graze her folds and bring them back to taste her. I could feel my pre beading against my fur and my cock straining so desperately it felt like a fat cut of steel locked away uncomfortably in my pants. I was so turned on and there's no doubt the scent of our arousal was stinking up the cab for the poor driver who probably was in the middle of jacking of by now.

You know how those taxi drivers are. Fuckin' pervs. Hah.

That's okay... I'd happily let him watch the devastation was just about to do to her pussy.

I paid the taxi driver, too preoccupied to even bother listening to the price. I just gave him a $100 bill to shut him up, and he seemed contented as she walked me into her loft. A large space, extremely large really. A converted brick industrial building of some kind, newly renovated or so it looked, and even as she closed the heavy steel loft door you could hear the thickness of the building from the boom the door made as it latched closed. I try to take in the scent of the place and I realize I can still smell her cunt on my nose... My god I'm going to fuck this chick so hard she forgets her name for a week... She grabs us drinks, just some water from the kitchen and we're both panting as she joins me on the couch and we get right back into it. "Wait, wait wait..." she pushes me off abruptly, but I'm certain she hasn't possibly taken it this far just to turn me down. She drinks some of her water, panting gently and looking disheveled from what I'd already done to her. "Let me just get cleaned up..." she added, moving to stand while straightening her skirt and walking towards the bedroom as I sat there staring at her like a predator awaiting a fresh kill. Drooling gently, panting as I stare at her move and she sways her hips for me. Teasing me even still, accentuating those curves while she took off her shirt, tossing it lazily to the floor before slipping behind the door and I'm left there to a moment of silence. I look around idly, the large open floorplan of the living room and dining room was enjoyable and quiet. Clean and modern while I awaited her, reaching forward to grab the water bottle and cracking it open so I can drink as much as I can to quench that thirst that was collecting in the back of my throat and hydrate myself for what we both knew was coming.

I swallowed down large gulps of that chilled water bottle and the taste was crisp. A brand I hadn't heard of but obviously it was legit, still having that plastic collar prior to my cracking it open but my eyes grow heavy in that moment. Not the kind of heavy you think of when you realize it's already well past midnight and you'd woken up early for work the morning before and needed sleep. I could feel the day catching up with me but the weight pulling on my eyes was something entirely else now, I was certain. "Fuck..." I mumbled, trying to stand, realizing something was going wildly wrong. Putting a hand out to try and get Lia's attention while she undressed in the other room. Could you imagine the story she'd tell? The time she had a guy over to fuck and he died of a heart attack before even whipping his dick out?

My god what the hell is wrong with me.

I fell to the floor, my body growing weaker and weaker with every passing fraction of a second and I realized it was possible I was going to die. "Uhhn!" I shout out weakly, and I know it probably sounded more like a strained murmur at most by the time I've lost the ability to move my body. Even my eyes are refusing to move, open and present as I stare at this view of her living room floor and the doorway leading into her bedroom not even ten feet away. I laid there, my cheek to the ground like my chest and stomach with my limbs strewn about.

This was it.

I was going to die a horny random guy on some bitch's floor.

Fuck, what had I done with my life.

My vision went dark, my mind racing ahead a few moments longer and then just fading out like a clip in a movie.

This was me, my years of being alive and my fears, joys, wants, and all my hopes.

Now it was all lost to perpetual darkness.

"Poor thing." I heard with a 'tisk' sound, a careful touch prying one of my eyes open and I don't know how long it had been since I'd passed out. A blinding light being shone directly into each eyeball and it takes me a moment to place the voice. Thinking... Thinking while the light goes back and forth before I've finally gotten enough strength to just barely nudge my head away from the grip someone held on my hair to keep my head up. This was that girl from last night... Whatever her name was...

Lia... Or... Yes that's it. Lia.

"C'mon already, Dean, you pansy... You were so cocky before and now..." she laughed cynically.

I tried to just clear the fog from my head, unable to hold my head up properly just yet, I'm stuck with a view down at my own body with the chin of my limp head resting against my chest. I can see my chest straining, heaving for air in this position, and the way my head was bent it made it hard to bring air in my throat quite right, but it didn't seem relevant at this point. "Dean! Get with it!" she chuckled, laughing with that cynical rude laugh I'd heard for only a second time since meeting her. "Nn" I let out, signaling I was listening "What." I managed to slur out between clenched teeth, gaining control over my lips but not my jaw or tongue yet.

"Aww... Don't sound so bitter, Dean. I just wanna play a game... You like playing, don't you Dean? You did last night..." she asked, leaning back in her metal chair, my low position in the room leaving her exposed folds just barely visible between her legs with a light cascading just right to give me passing glances of her sex. All I can see is my chest, and my thighs, and my sheath trapped in some metal contraption that made me ache being vastly too small for me.

"C'mon Dean, you're boring me." She informed and I snapped my jowls, my muzzle only getting maybe an inch forward but suddenly I could feel the restraints pull on all my joints as control over my body speeds ahead. "What've you done..?" I asked simply and she just snickered, sitting on a chair facing me and only a foot away or so. I could hear the rattle of the restraints behind me. My hands and ankles were bound, but not by mere rope. I was being kept in an odd pose. Kneeling with my knees far apart, spread so wide my balls grazed the cold smooth floor, and it only just now dawns on me that I was somewhere in that industrial loft-style building of hers. "I told you Dean... I want to play a game... And so far you're already a loser." She informed. She shifts where she sat, leaning forward a moment and extending a footpaw and using it to graze the cage my sheath was trapped in ever-so slightly.

My breath catches in my chest, and I'm growing deeply annoyed by what's transpired. "What'ya want... Just let me out of here, dude... Fucking christ." I growl, a lip drawing back as I sneer at her and she doesn't like the response "Okay... Perhaps I deserve that. But if I'd just asked, you wouldn't have agreed and where would be the fun in that?" she giggled out a playful, effeminate laugh that I found genuinely unsettling now. "What the fuck do you want!?!" I asked, loudly now. Loud enough that the nearly empty room reverberates a moment with my voice and I realize I could probably get an echo out of here. "Help!? Help!" I call out, loud and sharp and she laughs even more boldly now.

"God you really are an idiot, aren't you... A cute, useless idiot." She scorns and my anger is boiling, my body jerks and I try forcing myself out of those restraints, body jerking but I'm somewhat immobilized by the odd restraint she's put on me. My husky tail remains curled, not hinting to my annoyance, discomfort, or anger but I could feel each of those sensations now. "Let me the fuck out of here you psycho, I'm done with this shit!" I remind "HELP!" I yell louder now and she just corks an eyebrow out of me. "Y'know... I'm trying really hard to be nice here... And you're really not being very appreciative guest right now." She informed, leaning forward to pat a cheek of mine "Here's the thing about that, Dean... We're buried in the heart of Industry... No one will be within miles for at least seven hours at minimum... And even then, they won't be able to hear a thing all the way down here... So let's just get down to business, hmm?" she inquires. She spreads a leg, and puts the other over my shoulder, exposing herself to me while she rubs idly at her sex in my view. I can see it and smell it, and while whatever is on my cock gives absolutely no results, my hips reflexively try to thrust forward but I can't move. I can't move from the position she has me in and it's angering and my cock is hurting more and more.

"You fucking drugged me so you can fucking jack off in front of me..? You really are out of your mind, you bitch..." I scoffed, dropping my attention while she attempted to entertain herself with me. "Well, Dean..." she keeps using my name and it's not helping my agitation any "Here's the thing about that..." She spoke, occasional soft gasps of pleasure while she continued, making me watch with her cunt so close I can practically taste it but I just can't move enough to reach even with my muzzle wide and my tongue out...

This was driving me insane. I felt like I was going genuinely, uncontrollably insane.

"So do you still remember when I mentioned that I work in science, earlier? Well I wanted to try something out on someone. ...Someone just like you, actually. Some cocky, arrogant, useless piece of shit male that really doesn't deserve the right to pass on his genetic makeup, and you're a perfect candidate!" she laughs at the very idea "The problem though Dean, and I hope you're listening, is that we really don't have a use for people like you anymore... Our society... Just doesn't have a need for the rejects like yourself... So the question is... What the hell should we do, with useless people like you?" she asks while looking down at me sternly. Her gaze peering deeply and she doesn't care to listen to me, but awaiting a response is just plain courtesy and I watch as her essence drips sloppily down from her pussy to the floor and I can feel the way it's making my blood burn so hot it hurt. "Good answer, Dean... Since you can't do your job, you might as well do our job! Think of all the scientific advances and improvements in society we'll make once you can be used as a population tool!" she laughed "Because that's all you're really good for, aren't you... For doing a female's job that even a female can't be bothered to do for you." she pauses and looks deeply into my eyes and I'm forced to hold her gaze. She smiles the most vindictive, dark, evil sneer I'd ever seen. "Don't worry so much, god you're such a pussy, we're just going to use you as a little... guinea pig of sorts".

I can see the shadow shift at the far side of the room. Large brick pillars obscuring part of the view but the slight reflection of the bars is visible even in the minimal lighting. I can see eyes as my own focus sharply, realizing there's an entirely different smell present besides hers. Besides the smell of her awaiting sex, perfect and in need of breeding there is something else lacing each inhale and while I'm lost in the thought I see eyes shift in the darkness, golden and unmistakable contrasting the pitch darkness from within the bowls of that floor to ceiling cage. Shifting, like ink stirring slowly I can only make out slight details. Some type of form, something that made deep scraping as it moved about like some kind of fictional monster that bumps in the night.

"So you just have to wait while we perform some simple testing, and that's it!' she proclaimed victoriously "I don't have to help you with fuckall..." I answered angrily, no interest in what was transpiring. "Fuck you... Fuck you and fuck this". I was boiling as I yelled; my blood was so hot with anger and arousal, and the tight contraption around my cock made it impossible to think correctly. So tight, its grip on me, making my dick aches incessantly from inside my sheath. "No... No Dean, you see you're gonna get fucked." She laughed even more maniacally then, leaning back in her chair a moment, her legs still somewhat spread. "You think just by showing me that overused cavernous cunt, you're going to get me to be your toy...? You're an idiot... And whatever you're working on is going to fail, just like you." I spat out at her. My eyes closed and my head cast down. Even if what kept my limbs bound behind me also kept me in place, I wasn't going to be a part of whatever freak show she thought she was creating.

Her laughter just perpetuated once more, filling the otherwise quiet room with her shrill maniacal sounds and her voice was starting to make my stomach sick. "No no..." she gripped her stomach to from the laughing fit before leaning forward. "You're so ignorant... No, it's simply not always about you." She just giddily giggled once more while she stops what she's doing, leaning forward and she wipes her fingers on me. Smearing herself sticky scent of arousal against the side of my muzzle and I lose track of that other scent in the room but I can hear a loud bang and a booming growl from the far side of the room. The sound of its body against the bars so heavy and loud I can feel it shake the floor subtly and the depth and volume of that growl is something that lingers deep in your bones. "I was just baiting the other test subject, so he knows what to do n'all... Since you'll be the first... You'll be like..." she pauses a moment while she thinks "Like a training tool." she answered with a smirk as she stood.

I'm not certain of what she meant by her little monologue but I'm sure I'm not going to be a participant of whatever ridiculous scientific research she had in mind. I was no test subject and I refused to participate in this nonsense. "Let me out of here you bitch!" I almost roar while she walks away behind me, the occasional slap of keys coming together as if she's swinging them around casually and she just gives a low chuckle as I'm watching this massive form shift on the far end of the room. Without her blocking some of the light I can see better to the far side at the bulky form of whatever the creature was. It's body seemingly spanning from ceiling to floor, but it's proportions seemed odd. Things were wider near the floor like it was on its knees and that's when it finally dawns on me. The creature I'm looking at, body postured behind the metal cage bars staring right at me with those massive golden eyes like some dark beast from a horror film and as she exits and the room falls to silence after the door locks closed. I can hear him stir once again, shifting his body and in so letting me see his bulk slightly and the scale of him is unimaginable and I can hear each growing, agitated exhale.

With a loud bang metal bars swing open and the path between us is suddenly unobstructed. He lumbers at first, unsure of his freedom and once he'd taken a step and became certain, he'd ascend upon me like a shadow upon the world. His weight rumbles the floor as he closes the distance and more of him becomes visible in the clear light so I can see what this creature even is. In a flash his muzzle was against my shoulder. Pressed against my cheek I could see his lips pulled back in a snarl that looked like it could kill. Her threat seemed more realistic now, and he loomed there drooling over my shoulder with deep growling pants before drawing back and pacing the room once more. I finally get a clear, genuine view of him after what felt like so long. Somewhat long tail, and the way his scruff seemed incredibly thick. He looked like a mixture of a lycan and...

I don't know why it hadn't dawned on me before, I guess I was thinking about other things but the reality of what that bitch had said starts to settle. ...Genetically modified males? Was this a hybrid she'd made this way by scientific design? His legs are as obscenely thick as the rest of him. Like trunks connecting him with the ground and those unbelievably massive paws of his spread out on each step and he still thudded against the floor from the sheer weight of his bulk. Between his thighs I'd have to be blind to miss his maleness, and he was undoubtedly entirely very much male. An absolutely massive bloated sheath with red spilling out of it with a fat swell at its sheathed base, and his balls seemed to hang past the middle of his thighs, making them look ungodly even on a male of his size. This was the future of our civilization. Hyper sexualized males meant expressly for breeding. Meant for breeding, and only breeding, but even if that were the case it wouldn't explain why she'd feed males to other males. The light catches the fleshy wet rouge of the obscene cock still spilling out of his sheath, and before I can even protest a massive clawed hand grips my hair with ease and pulls me forward in my bindings. The male down on his knees and my face still has to point up sharply and he buries my face into his balls. The height of my head is low, leaving my face being pushed under his balls and I hold my breath for a moment but I'm forced to take in breaths from his taint where my face is buried.

The scent is so sweaty and thick I can hardly breathe, his scent so overpowering I cough and I feel him flex refusing to relent for even a second. Forcing me to take me in, gripping my hair as he wipes me against his balls like a towel and he continues grinding my face up against his sheath. He has a tight grip of my hair, and with the restraints I have absolutely no control in the situation. "I try to open my mouth to protest and he just shoves me down on his cock, not missing a single moment of opportunity. Even in his semi-soft state his cock is thick enough that it spreads my mouth far more than it was meant to spread, so wide it aches. The sheer volume of his shaft spreading my mouth makes it impossible to bite, and if anything as I try to do so anyways, I'm fairly sure it just feels like squeezing on his cock and he pulls harshly down. Using my mouth to push his sheath down and he uses little effort to force himself into my throat. Pushing every inch of himself deeply into that tight passage and I can feel the way my throat distends and my airflow is blocked if only momentarily. He's throat fucking me with no remorse. Tapered oversized lycan cock pushing deep into my throat and each time he does so I feel the jets of pre he's pumping directly into my stomach. Like being force-fed hot water at the rate of a high set garden hose.

Throughout all of this my body is gagging and choking on him, doing its best to continue it's most imperative oxygen flow and in spite of the massive lycan eagerly rutting into my muzzle my body was protesting. His other hand joins the first, reaching down to force myself on him and it worked for a period of time until his knot started to grow denying him several inches of what he'd already found and it's evident he's growing frustrated with the obvious lack of depth he was getting from my muzzle. It only takes him a moment to find a more effective solution, pulling up on my husky tail with a massive paw while he turns me and the pain of the gesture makes me see stars but it's not compared to that cock that's aligned with my entrance rudely. No warning or preparation is given while heavily leaking arousal is forced in against my entrance, he uses brute strength to force the obscenely thick tip in already coated with saliva and it's nearly spraying pre out incessantly. I can feel it jetting against my thighs and under my tail and once the tip is forced in it begins lacing my walls with more of the same. Even the simple flood of pre is so excessive it's like a torrent every second pouring into me obscenely and he keeps forcing more of himself into me and the preexisting pre only makes that effort easier. In my position he has to lift me up to align me correctly with him, but he's able to lift and hold me in the grip of only one hand making his violating me seem all that much easier. My muzzle is hanging and my eyes are closed and I'm screaming but his forceful and continued penetration has knocked the wind out of me. Making me choke on my own breath as he forces more and more into me and because of the size of him he makes my stomach distend lewdly in the clear outline of his arousal and he's not even close to his knot yet. His cock is already bowing from the length of it inside me, my body pleading with it to relent and leave it be but his flexing demands my body yield again and again in spite of itself. I can feel him so deep, seemingly flooding my very same stomach full of pre and now I can feel his knot thrusting in against me. He's gripping my hips so tightly I can feel his claws digging into my flesh but he doesn't hold reservations for scars or damage he may do. He was designed with a purpose and he'd complete it in full. His muzzle looms over me vastly, my head not even coming up properly to his chest as he's rutting into me and he shifts my body to get at my muzzle momentarily. To flood my muzzle with his tongue in some makeshift sense of romance and his tongue is so large I'm nearly gagging on it. He's able to flood my muzzle with the taste of him so aggressively I'm choking on all of the saliva, making me choke down mouthfuls of his spit and I hate the thought of his fluids inside me but I can feel his pre pooling all the while.

My stomach is so swollen and all of what he's doing to me is attacking my prostate so viciously that my own pre is pouring out of me in spite of my own cock being forced to remain nearly completely soft. His thrusts are becoming more forceful and angry, and I can feel his frustration in his thrusts. They become more violent and forceful, instead of frequent and needy. My eyes closed as tightly as they can be with cheeks wet and matted from unbridled pain and still that knot is working hard to force itself inside me, but thankfully I'm under the inaccurate belief that it couldn't possibly be made to fit inside me. My screams of pained pleasure are almost silent between each violent thrust seemingly knocking the wind out of me and I can barely get squeaks out of myself. More and more thrusts from behind me and I can feel his teeth sinking into the flesh of my shoulder viciously. Angrily. Teaching me a lesson for my body trying to deny him and he'd just keep using more force until I can feel him suddenly gain another dozen or more inches of depth. I swear it's like I can feel him against my throat and his knot jerks harshly inside me, flaring quickly. Even the base of his arousal is so impossibly sized that his knot makes the lowest part of my pelvis bulge lewdly from his knot locking inside of my hip bones due to its size, and the rest of that arousal outlined clearly against my belly until the torrent of cum that goes on and on makes it's details less and less defined. He's growling victoriously, occasionally tugging at the flesh of my neck once again and that's when I realize cum is pouring from my cock passively in a submissive orgasm I'd have absolutely no control over.

The treatment he'd given me, the things he'd done to my body had caused my own body to forfeit all sense of control. More and more my belly distends, making me look like I was carrying a litter, than two, than three and then more as it weighed down and pushing against my thighs. The flesh stretching so taunt that the ache of it itself was pleasurable somehow, making me feel each jet of cum as it filled me and there was so much I could feel it almost pouring down between my thighs and pooling on the ground while still filling me up incessantly. A seemingly ocean-sized puddle to be compared to my few drops of cum erasing all existence of my maleness entirely and I was reduced to sobs and gasps. His cock so deep inside me, pulsing veins demanding I feel every detail of his cock and he would keep me there for hours and hours. Shifting back on his weight and sitting, leaving me atop him like the cocksleeve he'd forced me to become. I'd been completely emasculated, turned into breeding stock to a more dominant, more virile species and even as I sat there straddling his hips which kept my legs spread wide, I wouldn't be allowed to forget my place as his massive balls seemingly churn giving more and more even still. His potent climax dragging on and on to ensure complete and utter success in the breeding he'd committed and I truly don't even understand how I haven't burst.

"I just want you to know..." a voice would crackle on over a loud speaker seemingly hidden somewhere in the room "...that you're already... Rather exceptionally full of his offspring, but thankfully I can monitor them remotely throughout their development." The tigress from earlier goaded, trying to upset and break me down further but every idle pained gasp or sob only encouraged that massive spire of flesh inside me to continue pulsing with pleasure. "We'll be keeping you until they're to term, though he's been engineered so that he can still breed you with more in the meantime... He'll likely have bred you full many, many more times by then."

"Fuck you..." I nearly sobbed breathlessly, my voice no more than a whisper as my hands stroked over my round belly trying desperately to ease the ache of my unimaginably bloated stomach. The ache somehow painful but making me throb in that cage at the same time, like his seed was laced with some kind of pleasurable endorphins being absorbed by my body and demanding my body enjoy the process no matter what.

"No... No Dean, you see you're gonna get fucked." She repeats as she laughs maniacally, I feel his claws suddenly tighten down once more and his hips flex renewing the depth of his cock in a firm thrust, starting up breeding me yet again.