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"Hey, bud. Would you mind looking up from your magazine and get your eyes on the monitors for a bit? I really need to go somewhere."

The snappy voice of my coworker James tore me out of my reading. I jerked up and gave him a hasty nod, not really knowing what he had said. So I was considerably confused when he was suddenly gone, out of the door and into the blueish-gray darkness of the resting factory. I could still hear the sounds of his footsteps echoing from the hallway as he sprinted away. It seemed like he had to go somewhere real quick, probably had to pay the restroom a visit. I sighed, lifted my feet from the table, and pushed myself away, rolling with my chair over to the security console. One entire wall of the room was plastered with monitors, broadcasting the monochrome live streams of the countless security cameras scattered about the factory. I briefly glanced at the many images, my brain working pretty much on autopilot, and found absolutely nothing. No movement, no changes, not even a mouse running across the large machine room. Just business as usual.

I was pretty sure that the factory would survive my inattention until James returned from his spontaneous break, so I delved back into my magazine. Combat knives were much more interesting than keeping guard any day of the week. And yet, I still listened attentively. One ear perked up to hear any footsteps because I definitely didn't want my coworker and de-facto boss to catch me reading while I was supposed to be watching the monitors.

I jumped up from my chair as I heard a suspicious, unnatural noise in the distance. It was a mixture of hair-raising growls and agonized screams that drove a horrible shiver down my spine. My blood ran cold, and my heart skipped a beat. That sound was awful, unlike anything I had ever heard before, and it roused a primal fear, paralyzing me for several seconds before the rational part of my brain drove me to take protective measures. I hastily closed the door, locking it with trembling fingers, and rushed over to the monitors, checking all displays for signs of suspicious activity. However, even after skimming all of them twice and then checking each of them in detail, I couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. The video feeds were peaceful and quiet while the unsettling sounds continued with unwavering intensity.

My hand hovered over the landline telephone, but I hesitated to actually call reinforcements or the police. While the noises were an undeniable fact, piercing through my skull and filling me with terror, they wouldn't be recorded, and the cameras didn't show anything suspicious. I basically had no evidence to show other than my personal experience. They would come, find nothing, and laugh at me because I was a scaredy-cat. My actual boss would probably fire me just two months after I had begun. It just wasn't worth the risk. Maybe the noise was just my imagination making something up to combat my incredible boredom. Hopefully, it would go away on its own soon. Just in case, I turned to the table and picked up a combat knife I had put down earlier. One of my most prized possessions and currently my only weapon because a gun was above my pay grade. Only James carried a one.

Oh shit, James! The only person that shared my boredom was still out there!

Just like that, the gruesome sounds faded into a muffled whine and finally silence. Was it over? I was still too scared to unlock the door or even move in general. My eyes were locked to the screens, flicking around between the monitors while I tried to find out if the threat was still there and what had happened to my coworker. I kept watch of one screen in particular, the one showing the hallway with the men's toilet, hoping I would catch him while he left. However, even after minutes of tense silence and ceaseless staring, nothing moved or happened. James didn't return either. At least the source of the harrowing nightmare noises seemed to be gone because it would've definitely found and assaulted me by now, right?

There was a decision I had to make that floated around the room, teasing me with its presence while I did my best to ignore it. I didn't want to go out there, but I really should check what happened to James, shouldn't I? Shit, that sounded morbid. He wasn't dead or anything, right? Probably just some bowel issues that kept him stuck on the toilet. Perhaps that was the real source of the ghastly noises, my coworker's haunted guts. My own body eventually made the decision for me, the urge to take a leak arising. I got up and to the door, carefully unlocking it after peeking through the little window to make absolutely sure that there was no monster sitting outside, biding its time to ambush me. I was about to abandon my post, but it wouldn't be for long. It's not like anything had happened anyway, at least not visibly. It would just be a quick trip to the toilet to get some relief and hopefully find my coworker.

Clutching my knife and a flashlight, I finally opened the door and stepped outside into the dusky darkness. My heart was pounding in my chest as I hasted toward the men's toilet. It wasn't very far, just a couple of hallways, a few corners, and a staircase, but with the constant suspense lingering in the air, it felt like an eternity. Every shadow and every corner made my pulse rise as I suspected a nightmare hidden behind them. Fortunately, it was just my mind playing tricks on me, and I managed to arrive at my destination unscathed and unharmed, save for my badly rattled psyche.

However, once I opened the door, my heart skipped a beat. The restroom looked like there had been a fight. There were scraps of fabric strewn around the ground, their color palette eerily similar to my uniform, and several tiles were cracked or scattered. I anxiously looked around the darkness, but everything seemed quiet. Against better judgment, I didn't run away but stumbled forward into the room, filled with terrified curiosity. My heart skipped another beat as the lights abruptly went on, triggered by my movement to drench everything in cold neon light, and I noticed several bloodstains at one spot on the ground. It was drying and had turned into a rusty brown. There was also a pungent, bestial odor permeating the air, the smell of wet dog mixed with the metallic stench of the blood spillage, the afterglow of a heated fight. A pistol lay on the tiles next to the sinks. Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was James's weapon, but it didn't look like it had been fired as it wasn't cocked and still on safety. A few feet away, I discovered a little nameplate with his name on it. My suspicion was turning into certainty. Something had happened to my coworker, and by the looks of it, he probably hadn't survived the encounter. A deep fear crawled up my skin and paralyzed me. I needed to get back to the control room!

A sudden rumbling growl behind me made me jump. It sounded primal, menacing, and a lot like the noises I had heard before, but from much, much closer. I fearfully turned around and received the shock of my life. My grip around the knife loosened, and I dropped it, my only means of defense, but it probably wouldn't have helped me much against this threat anyway. I found myself face to face with a towering beast, a creature with distinctly canine features, a black-furred wolf carrying himself upright on two legs. It definitely was a male, his set of heavy testes and the large, tapered red prick caught my eye and left no doubt about that. He stared at me with glowing eyes, his muzzle slightly agape to present a toothy maw, panting with heavy wheezes while his tail wagged slowly behind his back. This was the beast that had killed James, wasn't it? This was how I would die. Seized by fear, I momentarily lost control over my bodily functions, particularly my bladder. I only heard a quiet hiss and felt my crotch get all warm and damp as the urine left my body and soaked into my clothes. Any other day, I'd be gravely embarrassed, but I didn't care a single bit right now. There were more important matters to deal with than this negligible mess.

It actually surprised me that the wolf hadn't attacked me yet. He just leered at me, drooling with an insatiable hunger as if he was trying to devour my soul before he feasted on the rest of my mortal shell. At that moment, I noticed a tatter of blue fabric hanging around his neck, looking an awful lot like the vest of my uniform. "What did you do to James?" I whimpered. My words had a surprisingly strong impact on the salivating beast, especially the mention of my coworker's name. He flinched with a stunned expression, and his ears perked up. Then I began to notice even more details. The wolf was wearing an utterly ruined boot around his left leg, and a severely damaged belt clung to his hips, an empty gun holster still attached to it.

It was becoming increasingly clear that James wasn't dead but had turned into this massive beast, by whatever weird magic or science this might have happened. Was he a werewolf? "James, is that you?" He flinched again at the name. Something odd sparkled in his eye. He behaved as if he had just recalled a long-gone memory, but that brief moment of recollection passed abruptly, and the hunger returned fiercer than ever before. His greedy gaze struck fear into my heart. Even if this creature had been James before, the tattered clothing being the only indication of his past, he didn't behave like the human he had been anymore. Step by step, he came closer, sucking in the air through flaring nostrils, scrutinizing me from tip to toe. Now that he didn't stand in the door frame but right in front of me, his appearance was even more intimidating. A hulking tower of muscles, easily three feet taller than me. "James, what are you doing?" I stammered but calling his name didn't have any significant effect anymore. I only saw his eyes twitch as he went on his knees in front of me.

The werewolf reached around my chest with one paw. His grip was forceful but not crushing. A cold shiver claimed me as I felt his massive claws on my body, daggers as long as my index finger, sharp and pointy. I heard them tear through my clothing, shredding my vest and my shirt like paper. His muzzle moved down to my damp crotch, inhaling the pungent odor of my mishap. After getting a noseful of my scent, he moved up and licked across my face with broad, sloppy strokes, taking a taste of his prey. His hot breath washed over my skin, and his strong musk overwhelmed my brain. Between the licks, I caught more glimpses of his crotch. His swollen red rod was standing erect between his legs, throbbing angrily and leaking copious amounts of pre. It was gigantic, about the size of my forearm, just like his sack, a pair of bloated nuts as big as my entire head. The beast was hung, the beast was horny, and I slowly realized that I was still his prey, but not in the ordinary sense. I wasn't sure how to feel about it, but it was certainly better than being killed and eaten. Right?

The realization made me cry out in shock, but the werewolf quickly muffled my cries with his girthy tongue. I didn't even have the time to react. He just drove it into my mouth and down my throat, making me gag and choke on it. Tears shot into my eyes as he thrust his prehensile organ in and out of my neck with feral passion, claiming me and demonstrating his uncontested dominance. He could do with me as he pleased. Meanwhile, his paws dealt with my uniform. He ripped off my shoes and shredded my vest, cut through my pants and shirt until everything fell to the ground in tatters. He wasn't very gentle, his claws grazing and scratching my skin as he stripped me bare, and he didn't stop until even my underwear was torn to shreds. Only then did he let go of me, pulling out his tongue with an obscene slurp, stepping back to ogle my nude body as I clumsily fell to the ground. My body hurt from the countless scratches, and without my protective clothing, I felt cold and vulnerable. My brain was reeling from the rough treatment, and his overbearing masculine scent filled me with sweltering but unfulfilling heat, fueling a tentative surge of primitive arousal.

The silence between us persisted, only broken by the hissing of the plumbing and the wolf's low growl. He didn't make any further advances, lewdly licking his lips as he awaited my reaction with surprising patience. Apparently, he left it up to me to pick my fate, whatever choices I even had. An outright attack would probably lead to my untimely demise, unless... the pistol! If I could get a hold of it fast enough, I might have a chance. However, he instantly rendered my attempt mute as he noticed my furtive glance at the weapon, stepping into my way and growling menacingly. Maybe I could flee instead? The door was right there and unguarded, but the werewolf was definitely faster than me. I realized that there could only be one outcome. He was going to get me, no matter what. My only choice was whether I embraced him of my own accord or refused him, making him forcibly claim me. Neither of these choices made me happy, but if the beast already gave me a choice, I hoped my concession would benefit me in some way.

So I submitted without really knowing how to properly show my submission or what he would ultimately do. I went on all fours and hesitantly crawled closer to the towering beast, hoping he would interpret the gesture favorably. Indeed, he reacted with a melodious, almost gleeful whine, grinning at me with hanging tongue and bared teeth, his eyes sparkling with delight. At least if I interpreted his reactions right.

I had almost reached him when the colossus began to move, bending down to tenderly pick me up. He lifted me into a big hug, pressing my naked form against his thick, black fur and cuddling me with a wagging tail. The hairs of his pelt tickled my skin, and I hissed as they brushed over my sores. Then he started to lick me with frenzied strokes, not targeting anything in particular but washing my entire body as thoroughly as he could, acting just like an overgrown dog. Stating at my face, he didn't even stop at my hair, covering everything with a cover of spit. What began as an uncomfortable treatment quickly turned into a painful ordeal as he continued with my chest, diligently licking my front and back, my arms from the shoulder to the fingers, and back under the armpits. Hot saliva mixed with my aching wounds and caused a cascade of sharp pain that made me wince and squirm in his grip. I was beginning to regret my decision the further down he went, slavering over my body to stir the pain even further. Squeezing my eyes shut, I hissed and clamored in agony. However, as sharply as the pain had risen to almost unbearable levels, so soothingly did it fade into complete nothingness. When I reopened my eyes, the wolf had progressed to my shins and feet. There were still a few spots waiting for his attention, but the rest of my skin was glistening and, as if by magic, healed and fully intact again. I stopped whining and complaining for a moment, falling silent as I realized what he had done. The gross tongue bath had actually been a favor as his healing saliva had restored the wounds he had inflicted.

Once he was done with the deed, he let me dangle from his outstretched arms and ogled the result with a pleased grunt. His red cock was still furiously erect, aching to sink into a tight warm hole. My tight warm hole, the realization of which elicited a horrified shiver and a whimper. And yet, he still didn't go for it right away. Instead, he embraced me with a firm hug. His tongue had calmed down from the previous frenzy, and he licked me tenderly across the face, even attempting another proper kiss. However, his size and general arousal proved to be an impediment to any delicate actions, so he just ended up licking all over my lips and cheeks instead. With a horny growl, he moved down again, sniffing at my limp cock. It was still wet and drenched with the aftermath of my mishap, but that didn't stop him. No, it invigorated him even as he gave me a curious lick. Seeing his imposing ivories so close to my sensitive parts didn't really help arouse me, but I appreciated his restraint. The werewolf's body was bursting with lust, but he still didn't get carried away, probably only holding back for my sake. Submitting to him had definitely been the correct choice, and I shuddered when I thought about the alternative.

The wolf relished my scent with snorts and slurps, brushing his tongue all over my crotch with palpable excitement before taking my slowly swelling dick into his muzzle. A radiant wet heat engulfed me, and the same organ that had explored my entire body now played with my sensitive penis. Hadn't it been for his extremely unsettling teeth, blinking and sharp, it would've been an exceptional experience, but it was still stimulating enough to get me hard. It even elicited an infirm moan from me, much to the creature's satisfaction.

The noisy slurps, the greedy leer, and the profusely wagging tail were unmistakable signs of his enjoyment, but the strange boon ended soon. The werewolf still had his own unsatiated lust to take care of. So he pulled away from my hardened shaft and licked his way over to the other side. Tension rose in my chest. The closer he got to my butt, the more I clenched up in reluctant anticipation. He teased my balls and sucked them into his muzzle whole, then he rubbed his agile muscle over my taint until he arrived at my tense pucker. Without hesitating a single second, he licked it with deep devotion. He brushed it over my defiant orifice with gentle but insistent pressure, making the outside slick and slippery while he waited for me to relax my asshole.

But I didn't relax because I was an agitated mess, still far too overwhelmed by the situation. My heart pounded in my chest, and I panted rapidly, heckling like a dog, fast enough that my vision became blurry, and I threatened to pass out. Then, he simply forced himself in, pressing the tip of his tongue against my closed sphincter and just thrusting it against the tense hole until he eventually broke through. His victory sent a shock wave of conflicting emotions through me, everything from pleasure to horror. I gasped with widened eyes as I felt the wet muscle invade my ass, drilling deeper into me with unflinching might. The sensation was unfamiliar and intense. I had never before had such a big and powerful tongue inside me. Once he was inside me, there was no holding back. The wolf went feral on my ass, thrashing and wriggling his organ around with reckless abandon, doing everything to loosen me up for the inescapable penetration.

After a brief but vigorous opening, the movements of the werewolf's tongue became much more coordinated. He spent a few moments exploring my insides, getting a good overview, and locating my prostate. Then he started to thrust in and out, rubbing my loosened insides and especially my pleasure bulb with a relentless tongue-fuck. Suffice to say, the overwhelming stimulation was enough to make my mind crumble into a lusty puddle within moments. Any worries and doubts finally vanished into thin air, the beast's divine tongue feeling better than almost anything I had ever experienced. I moaned and wheezed my joy into the restroom, still hanging in the air held by the wolf's two big paws. I was still naked, but with the effusive heat of my arousal, the cold air bothered me less and less.

He simply didn't stop his wet assault and tongued my rear for minutes on end to drive me absolutely crazy with lust. My swollen shaft got even harder, throbbing and leaking with pre as my arousal climbed higher and higher until it got too much to bear, and I snapped. I came with a desperate cry, tensing up with every fiber of my body before releasing the tension in one big outburst. My nuts tightened, and my cock began to squirt messily, rope after rope, flinging my milky, sticky load across my chest and over the tiled restroom floor. The wolf still didn't let loose, driving his tongue through my tightening pucker and hammering my poor prostate to squeeze out as much as he could. His ferocity turned it into the most powerful orgasm I ever had, but like everything, it ultimately came to a close. My mind slumped into satisfaction, the air escaping my lungs with a deep sigh. I was as relaxed as possible.

The perfect opportunity for the werewolf to continue. His cock sleeve was ready. He was hornier than ever, staring at me with unbridled lust while he pulled me back against his chest. Then I felt the pressure of something warm and hard against my loosened pucker as he aligned his engorged taper with my ass. Now I would find out if that monstrosity would fit inside me or not. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he placed his paws on my hips, slowly pushing down on me until the tip popped into my ass. The male proceeded with controlled force, slowly sliding inch after inch of his massive meat inside me and making me moan from the overwhelming stimulation. I could hear his heated growls, the tension on his entire body as he struggled to hold back. My butt must feel incredibly tight to him because he sure as hell felt gigantic to me, stretching me further than anything ever. Yet, it was barely uncomfortable, just an intense sensation as he patiently filled me up to the brim.

Slow rocking motions assisted his advance. The beast was dead-set on impaling me on his whole throbbing shaft, and with the aid of his superhuman strength and slippery spit, he succeeded. My rectum was too loose and relaxed to offer much resistance, and I soon felt damp fur pressed against my skin as his sheath bumped against my taint. Risking a glance at my abdomen, I discovered the consequences of the monumental insertion, a distinct bulge on my belly, a clear outline of the pulsing shaft resting underneath. However, it didn't stay still for very long. With a guttural grunt, the werewolf started to fuck me with slow and relishing thrusts, easing me in with the entire length of his prick. The stimulation was unparalleled and even more profound than that from his vigorous tongue. A thoughtless howl slipped out of my lungs, bursting with helpless arousal. The noise spurred the wolf to a complimentary reaction. He breathed in and howled out with a bloodcurdling cry, a verbal demonstration of his utter dominance. His grip around me tightened, and his thrusts accelerated, eliciting even more desperate moans from my lips which invigorated the massive male even further.

Within a few moments, the languid penetration turned into a frenzied pounding. The wolf pressed my face into his chest, muffling my noisy cries with his fur. Every breath I took was rich with his scent, the same musk that pervaded the bathroom and drowned out the other smells usually lingering in this place now filled my nostrils with yet unanticipated intensity. His masculine aroma boosted my arousal, overwhelmed my mind, and flushed me with even stronger heat. The combination of this, his thundering howls, the relentless hammering of his cock, and the smacking of his bloated nuts as they pummeled my butt forced my brain further into submission. With an almost audible click, the pieces fell into place and drove me to an oddly compelling conclusion. I was his toy, I was his bitch, and on a deep, fundamental level, it made sense. I couldn't tell if it was my rampant arousal talking or something else, much more primal, but this moment made me feel complete as if I had always been missing his fat werewolf dick in my life even without knowing it.

The werewolf had nigh endless stamina, pounding me for minutes on end. The constant assault wore my brain down into horny mush and made me cum again, and again, and again. My dick stiffening, then twitching to unload a few more ropes of seed, every last drop squeezed out of my prostate as he rammed his bloated cock against it. My anus clenched around his rod, never slowing him down and only invigorating him further. He didn't stop or slow after I had cum either, thrusting on while I groaned and whimpered as he battered my oversensitive insides. Every time I came, I lost a little more control over myself, becoming an absent, lust-addled spectator to the ravaging, watching the outline of his dick slide back and forth with weakening cries. My orgasms were nothing more than a fortunate accident. His primary goal was reaching his own climax while using my tight ass as hard as he could.

Finally, he was getting closer as well. His howls turned to rumbling growls and grunts as he worked my ass. His musk had gotten even stronger, his body hot and his palms sweaty, and the base of his cock slowly inflating into a knot. The thickening flesh reined his thrusts, but he still tried to make up for the lack of speed by applying even more force, fucking me with his growing knot until it became too big to move through my battered sphincter. Then, he rammed it in with a throaty snarl and got it stuck inside me one final time. I came again, pushed over the edge another one of uncountable times by the inflating bulb inside me. After so many times, my climax was just another shower of mindless pleasure and a dry twitching of my dick. Not even a single drop emerged from the tip, as my nuts were completely dry by now, but it still was easily one of the best orgasms I ever had. Meanwhile, the knot swelled even further pumping with the slow rhythm of the werewolf's heart, stretching my tissue to the limit and completely ruining me.

Where I failed to deliver, the wolf delivered an incomprehensible amount. He unleashed a flood inside me, hot cum blasting into me in rapid, voluminous spurts. Sloshing and gurgling filled my ears as he pumped me full with his potent semen. The male groaned and grunted and pressed me even tighter against his chest, completely embracing me with his body. Right now, I belonged to him, the outside and the inside. I was wet with his spit, reeking of his scent, and bloating with his jizz. My mind had fully surrendered to the crippling orgasm, my arms and legs had gone limp, and my mouth was fully open, drooling and wheezing into his fur. I couldn't think a single clear thought, everything was drowned in lust and arousal, my vision blurry, my skin tingling, and my ears filled with his rumbling voice.

The werewolf had successfully knotted me and fulfilled his greatest desire, or so I hoped. Now that his knot was buried inside me and his dick adding squirt after squirt of thick, warm cum, the glow in his eyes faded, and his lust cooled. Still holding me close to him, he hastily looked around as if he was searching for something. His ears turned and twitched, and his nose flared. He turned around and headed to the exit. His sudden movement, outside and inside me, made me cry out in surprise. The wolf reflexively pressed one furred paw on my mouth and muffled my exclamations. He continued to move, carrying me through the silent factory and jumping through the shadows in a seemingly erratic fashion. His throbbing cock and massive knot pushed and rubbed my stretched insides with every single step, still filling me with even more of his warm jizz. I just barely noticed what was going on and where he was carrying me.

Only as we emerged from one of the backdoors and a gust of cool night air brushed over my exposed skin, I snapped out of my orgasmic trance. The werewolf stopped to look at me, his yellow eyes exuding surprising tranquility, even a sparkle of familiarity as if he had finally recognized me. His breathing had slowed, and the beast felt just a tiny bit less intimidating. He pushed one paw under my butt, lifting me up and pulling at me with a soft growl, trying to forcefully dislodge himself. The knot was still engorged, but most of his climax had played out by now. It was deflating ever so slightly, and eventually, he managed to pull out with a gross slurp and a gush of cum, leaving behind a gigantic, gaping crater and a whimpering, quivering human. He had wasted me, but in a way that was much better and enjoyable than expected. My submission to him had been tentative at first, but he had absolutely made it worth my while. Not that I had ever much to say in the matter anyway.

The beast looked around the premises, scanned it for eventual threats and witnesses. Satisfaction sparkled in his eyes, but also worry and uncertainty. Then he tenderly set me down on the ground, his paw brushing over my back as he exchanged another kiss with me, pressing his muzzle on my lips. With a low, warm growl, he bid me farewell, and before I knew it, he had jumped over the factory's enclosure and disappeared in the dark night, leaving me behind in a puddle of cum.

Breathing heavily, I just collapsed on the ground and stayed there for a bit, thinking about the next day and my future. I honestly had no idea what would happen. This all still felt surreal, almost like a dream, a nightmare turned into a wet dream. However, I was pretty sure that this was the last time I would see James, and my last memory of him would be a big, hunky werewolf. Not the worst memory I could've had of him, I thought with a weak grin. No, a very special one I would never forget, just like this night.