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Alpha to Bitch

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Part 1

The first thing the wolf noticed when he came to were the restraints on his wrists and his legs. He was lying in a bed, his arms were tied together, connected to the headboard, his legs separated, one to each post, leaving his body spread wide open, covered only by his black fur.

The wolf's dreary eyes looked about in panic. The room was dark, the only thing inside was the bed and a chair beside it. The walls were bare, the only change in pattern on the white drywall was the door and the opposite end.

He frantically tried to remember how he ended up here. He was at a party with his frat. And then, nothingness. His memory was just blank.

He only noticed that his muzzle was tied closed when he attempted to scream for help. A muffled whine was all that escaped. He thrashed about attempting to free himself, but the leather strap he was tied with held.

The sound of the door opening stopped the wolf instantly. There was the sound of a switch before the room was covered in a dull white light flowing from the ceiling. In the doorway stood a German Shepherd. He was holding a tray in his hands. What was on it, the wolf could only guess.

"I see you're awake," the Shepherd said as he walked to the chair.

He placed the tray on the ground. The wolf could see a needle and a few bottles of pills.

"I'm just going to assume that you have no idea why you're here," the dog said putting his hands together and leaning forward, "The reason is quite simple. You, have sexually assaulted many women over the two years since you've moved in with your fraternity."

The wolf shook his head, trying to free himself from the bonds. He was going to be killed by this maniac.

"Stop," the Shepherd said, suddenly gripping the wolf's header by the jaw, "I dislike you enough already. No need to add lying to your list of sins. You will live to see tomorrow if that is what you're worried about. I am not here to kill you," they were both staring eye to eye now, "I am here to stop you."

The dog grabbed the needle and brought it up so that the wolf could see.

"There are two things that must happen before I let you go. This," he said, inserting the needle into the wolf's thigh, injecting the mystery serum into his bloodstream, "is the first."

The Shepherd stood put the needle back on the tray, stood up and looked at the wolf.

"Now, there is one thing that does not have to happen, should you obey my commands. The first is to promise me to act civil if I untie your mouth."

The wolf nodded quickly. The dog stepped over to the wolf's head and removed the leather holding his muzzle shut.

"Fuck you," the wolf yelled.

The slap happened almost quicker than the wolf could comprehend. The burning on his face was followed by the dog's hand gripping his mouth shut.

The Shepherd leaned close and whispered into his ear, as if attempting to control rage, "I said act civil. That is strike one."

The dog let him go, walking over to the base of the bed.

"No one will be able to hear you yell, so don't try it. You have a few minutes before the injection starts working. Make your questions count."

"What the hell did you inject me with," the wolf growled. His captor was a German Shepherd, he was a wolf. Maybe if he asserted his dominance over him, he could convince the sick son of a bitch to free him. The wolf maintained eye contact as the dog walked to the opposite side of the bed.

"I won't count that as a strike this time, but remember what I said earlier about being civil," the dog said as he rubbed a hand up the wolf's leg, "That injection was the first step of you rehabilitation."

"I don't need to be rehabilitated," the wolf spat.

The dog stopped at the wolf's waist, "That is where you are wrong. I have figured out that there is only a single thing that you 'alpha' males respond to."

The Shepherd smiled as he grabbed the wolf's dick and gave it a small shake. The wolf strained at his restraints, attempting to grab him.

"Fuck you," the wolf said again.

"Strike two. You really don't want to get to the third strike. I am simply asking you to be civil."

The dog kneeled beside the wolf.

"You pride yourself on being an alpha. Turning any woman you fancy your bitch. Right now, all tied up like this, you are revealing your true form. You thought you could get away with what you have done since you can lead your little frat posse to defend you. I am here to teach you that what you have done is not the sign of a strong alpha, but that of a scared bitch. I am here to make you what you are on the inside."

The wolf was about to yell at him again, but the Shepherd forced his mouth closed.

"Remember, you're at two strikes."

The wolf stared at him silently. His mind spinning from one thought to the next. What could he mean?

"What does that injection do," he finally asked quietly

"Like I said, it is the first step in your rehabilitation. The inject is usually the last step in the process people transitioning to the opposite gender must take. Once their bodies have become feminine in appearance, the last step is to finalize it with the change of their sexual equipment."

"Are you turning me into a woman," the wolf frantically asked.

"The injection I gave you only modifies a single thing. You won't look like bitch. But your cravings will be that of one."

The wolf noticed a tingling sensation. It was focused around his crotch, but spread up into his abdomen. It was a kind of warm tingling that started getting stronger. He looked down at his manhood in horror. The once formidable length was cut short to two thirds its original size.

"I see the injection has started," the dog said, giving the shrinking rod a gentle pat.

"No, no, no," the wolf said.

He could feel his testicles pulling up into his body. His dick still shrinking. Before his eyes he went from alpha wolf to preteen pubescent. A gurgle emanated from his stomach as he felt his insides shifting for what was needed in a woman.

The feeling of his balls being retracted into him made him whine pitifully. He could only watch as his penis inverted and pulled itself into a fold where his manhood once was.

"You have always thought of yourself as the alpha. I guess you should start thinking about yourself as the omega. The bitch that needs to be filled by a true alpha," the Shepherd said chuckling.

"Why did you do this," the wolf asked weakly.

"I already told you several times. This is your rehabilitation. You can't hurt any more women the way you used to."

"I- I'll reverse this," the wolf said, refusing to accept.

"I know that you'll try, but be aware that the drug works very effectively in the way I just used it, but going backwards is much harder. You have to wait at least three months before any doctor will allow you to get this reversed. Also, even if you do, your hormones will never let your length get to the size you once had it. Oh, and if you ever get impregnated, well, then you're stuck like this permanently. Female hormones are much harder to reverse than male."

The wolf whined again. He would contact all the doctor's he knew. He would not stop until this was fixed. Until he was fixed.

The German Shepherd walked over to the tray and grabbed one of the bottles of pills. He took off the cap and tapped a large blue pill out.

"This is part two," he said holding the pill where the wolf could see it, "Once you take this, I'll let you go."

"I won't let you fuck with me any more than you already have."

"It won't change you. Once you take it, I can let you out free."

The dog held the pill in front of the wolf's muzzle. The wolf eyed it for a while, then opened his mouth. He felt the pill fall onto his tongue before closing his mouth.

The dog was watching him, waiting for the humiliated wolf to swallow.

The wolf thought for a second, then quickly turned his head and spat the pill out. It tattered around on the floor before stopping. He turned his head back to the dog.

"Fuck you," he said.

The dog merely shook his head as he went to the tray again. He grabbed the other bottle, tapped out a white tablet, and walked back to the wolf.

"What you just spat out was a powerful sedative that would have allowed me to return you back to the campus I kidnapped you from. Instead of going home with something that could be kept a secret, you chose to take strike three."

The dog forced the wolf's mouth open and dropped the white tablet onto his tongue. He held the wolf's muzzle shut, tying it with the leather he had taken off the wolf earlier.

The wolf refused to swallow. He would let the unknown tablet sit in his mouth as long as possible.

"Strike three is a different kind of punishment," the dog said, walking over to the base of the bed, "It is more of a lesson." He looked up at the wolf, "Don't worry. You don't have to swallow that one. It dissolves and directly enters your bloodstream."

The wolf began thrashing about. The restraints easily holding. The tablet was almost all but dissolved.

A strange warmth was forming in the wolf's lower abdomen. It was something that he had never felt before in his life.

"That tablet is a fertility booster. A woman's fertility booster. Just like the ones you used," the dog said as he started taking his own clothes off, "The ones that move a bitch's heat forward, all the way to the present."

The warmth was over taking the wolf. It was spreading throughout his whole being. If his mouth had not been tied shut, he knew he would be panting.

"I am going to ensure that you become fat with my pups," the Shepherd said dropping his pants, revealing his own hard member, " Just like those women you forced."

The wolf began whining. The feeling of the heat he was going into was nothing like he had felt before. Was this what the women he assaulted felt?

"I'll give you the professional courtesy," the Shepherd said, walking nude back to the wolf's head, "of choosing to be awake while you get fucked, or asleep."

The dog removed the leather holding the wolf's muzzle shut. Immediately the wolf was panting. The need to be bred was too much to handle.

"Before you decide, I should warn you that unlike the drug you use on women, mine does two extra things. First, it increases litter size by nearly two times. And, second, it rapidly increases gestation time. You'll be showing within a couple of weeks, and be huge within a month," the Shepherd paused to allow the situation to sink in, "So, my bitch," he continued, petting the wolf's head, "awake or asleep?"

The wolf looked up at the Shepherd. He was still panting as he thought about his options.

"I want," he said between pants, "to be asleep."

The wolf might have been turned into a bitch, but he still had his pride. He would never be willingly bred by another.

"Very well," the Shepherd said. He grabbed another one of the blue pills and put into the open mouth of the wolf, who quickly swallowed it.

The dog walked back to the base of the bed. He climbed on top of the wolf, between the spread legs.

"You'll fall asleep soon enough," he said, his member close to the wolf's new opening, "Before you do, would you be so kind as to tell me how this feels?"

The wolf's mouth betrayed him as the dog penetrated his passage. A feminine moan rose through the air before he could catch himself.

"More," he groaned, before he could stop himself. He could feel the grogginess of the sedative.

"As my bitch commands."

The dog thrust into the wolf, eliciting another moan. Again, again, the German Shepherd continued to rhythmically thrust, laying claim to his bitch.

The wolf was losing consciousness. Between the ecstasy of the moment and the sedative that was beginning to do its work, images of himself gravid with the Shepherd's litter floated in his mind.

"Don't worry my bitch," the dog said between thrusts, "I'll make sure to visit."

It was then that the wolf was lost into the dream world.

Part 2

The wolf came back to his senses an unknown amount of time later. He was in front of his frat house, and, judging by the position of the sun, it was roughly noon. Toppled tables and plastic red cups littered the lawn.

"That was a weird dream," he muttered to himself.

He sat up and looked down. Nothing feels off, he thought, other than his head, which was pounding.

When he stood up looking around some more when a massive wave of nausea hit him. He barely made it to the bushes before he let lose a tsunami of bile.

"Ivan," he heard a voice call, "Dude, you passed out like an hour into the party. You alright?"

It was one of the wolf's fraternity brothers, a bright orange fox. His large black ears barely reaching the wolf's shoulders.

"Yeah Sam," Ivan said, wiping his face with his arm, "I'm fine. It just a crazy night."

"Yeah," the fox agreed, "Last night I was gonna see if you wanted me to take you back inside, but what's his name told me to let you rest."

The wolf got up from where he threw up and started walking towards the entrance to the house. His clothes were covered in dirt and his shirt had caught some of the vomit that did not make it into the bushes.

"Who," he asked.

"I don't really remember," Sam said scratching his ear, "His name was something stupid. Ajax or something?"

"I don't know any damned Ajax," the wolf said, opening the door and walking inside, "for being a fox you aren't very good at using your brain. What kind of fucking name is Ajax?"

"I dunno. It's just what he told me. He said he was your friend from high school or something. You said would still remember him. He's a big German Shepherd. Almost as tall as you."

"A what," Ivan spun around, "You stupid-"

"Well, you walked off really early into the party," Sam quickly cut in, noticing how angry the wolf had suddenly become, "I saw you on the ground by the fence in the back corner. The Shepherd was tapping your head trying to wake you."

"You left me with him?"

"I-" the fox stumbled, "He said you were just drinking too heavy and too quick. When he mentioned that you were pals in high school, I just assumed you'd be fine," he finished backing away slowly, "What would he do to you? Everyone knows that messing with you typically means a broken bone."

The wolf stood silently. The cogs in his brain working to figure out what happened. He remembered the beginning of the party, then waking up in that empty room. Then the dog came in and-

Ivan sprinted upstairs towards his room. Sam's apologizes fading as he ran up. He threw the door open and ran into the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he twisted to look at himself in the mirror.

Pulling off his soiled shirt he started rubbing his chest and stomach, unable to feel any change. His black fur, two pecs, and six abs, while all tender for some reason, where exactly where he remembered them. He sighed in relief before dropping his pants.

The wolf gasped, feeling like he was punched in gut by the reflection. He had not been dreaming, and the dog had not been lying. The only difference between himself now and the night before was the lack of his member, replaced with a womanly slit.

Slowly lowering his hands, he felt around the new patch of empty fur. His once magnificent member, his pride and joy, was no longer there. He gently let his fingers slide down further. Using a single finger, he entered his new passage. He kept pushing his finger in more until a sudden shock from within caused him to recoil his hands.

He leaned forward onto the counter shaking his head.

"The dog turned me into a bitch," he muttered, "He made me a bitch and fucked me."

His eyes opened wide, hands flying to his belly.

"There's no way. No way a single fucking could get me," he trailed off, knowing that what he said was bullshit.

He had forced several women into heats by spiking their drinks. He did not want to necessarily impregnate them; it was just that they were so much more submissive when they were begging to be fucked. It was just a side effect of his methods that caused many those previous conquests to become pregnant with his litter.

Another wave of nausea caused him to puke into the sink. He shifted over to the toilet and continued dry heaving for a couple of minutes before the nausea passed.

He sat on the floor, back to the wall, energy fully spent. The wolf closed his eyes.

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open. Ivan's eyes shot open as he attempted to cover himself.

"Ivan, you alright? I really sorry-" Sam's sentence was cut off by what he saw.

"Get the fuck out," the wolf said, jumping up and pushing the fox out.

Ivan grabbed his dirty pants and threw them on. He opted to go into the bedroom shirtless, reasoning his still masculine physique would be better on display than a filthy shirt.

When he finally opened the bathroom door, he saw Sam still standing in the doorway. The fox was still trying to figure out what he had just seen.

Ivan slid passed Sam and locked the door to his bedroom.

"Did the dog do that," the fox whispered.

"Yeah, because of you," the wolf said bitterly.

"I-" Sam sputtered, backing into the wall, "How would I have known?"

Ivan took a step towards the fox. Sam lowered his head, staring at the floor.

"It doesn't matter now. I'm getting this fixed as soon as possible. And you," Ivan pointed, "Are going to keep your dumb mouth shut about it."

"Of course," he said quietly, "I wouldn't-" he trailed off.

Sam's eyes slowly rose to meet Ivan's. The fox's mouth spreading into a smile that covered his face.

"What?"

"For being a stupid fox," Same said chuckling, "I think I just came up with a smart idea."

The wolf noticed the sudden change in stance Sam had. The fox was standing confidently suddenly. Their eyes not breaking contact.

Sam pushed Ivan's hand away, "You're done giving the commands," he said, "I have the ability to bring your whole world down."

Fury grew within the wolf. He could feel his hands tightening into fists.

"What are you saying," he asked holding in his anger.

"I'm saying," the fox said, poking Ivan in the chest, "If you don't do what I say, I'll let the whole campus know about the new bitch on campus."

"You wouldn't."

"You want to find out?"

The wolf broke eye contact, turning around and rubbing his hands over his head.

"That's what I thought," Sam said, "now strip."

"Excuse me," Ivan said surprised. He turned around to face Sam again.

The fox started to unbutton his shirt.

"I am telling my bitch to strip, or, if she prefers, I can make an important announcement right outside this room. I'm sure our brothers would love to hear it."

The wolf failed to notice that his jaw had dropped. The fox was still smiling as he began to loosen his pants.

Ivan thought silently. There was no way he would let himself get fucked by a damn mutt and a fox over the course of a single day. The fact that he was even having to weigh his possible choices in this situation disgusted him. Killing him was not an option. The wolf might be a monster in some people's eyes, but he was not a killer.

"I said strip," the fox said again.

Ivan swallowed, and undid his own pants with defeat. Presently, there were no other options available to him. The others could never know about his current position. He would figure out a way to get back at Sam in the future. That was the only thought that kept him from strangling the fox.

"Fuck you," the wolf said between gritted teeth.

"That's the idea. Now onto the bed," the fox commanded.

Ivan walked over as he was instructed, "Why are you doing this?"

"Remember initiation night two years ago," the fox asked, "When you had to claim all of us new bloods as your bitches in order to join?"

The wolf remembered. In his mind it was a tradition for the alpha to show who was in charge to those aiming to join the brotherhood. He had been the only one in recent years that was able to get out of it. Until now.

"Now, it's my turn to do the job of the alpha. I'm going to claim you. Turn around. Just like I did that night."

Ivan twisted like he was told. Assuming the position on his hands and knees.

"You elected instead to fist fight the previous alpha," the fox said as he climbed onto the wolf, "You always had to show how superior you are athletically."

Sam rubbed Ivan's back and shoved his bitch's tail to the side

"You thought you'd never have to go through this," the fox laughed.

The wolf yelped as he felt his flesh split apart.

"I don't think I've ever heard you do that before," Sam laughed.

The wolf shut his eyes as a thrust forced a moan from him. The fox started pushing in and out of Ivan to a beat that only he could hear. The wolf's passage pulsing along with the movements.

Ivan shook his head, trying to deny the pleasure that was beginning to grow within him. He had been fucked by a dog and now a fox. The same fox that he had fucked years before. His mind screamed at the irony that a mighty wolf, the apex predator, could be brought so low.

Both Sam and Ivan began to pant. Beads of sweat forming on their bodies. The fox shifted his hand around to the wolfs belly.

"Oh god yes," Sam panted, "You're such a tight bitch."

Ivan's whimper turned into another moan. His body was betraying him. He felt his pussy squeeze the fox's dick. It felt like the more he tried to stop it, the closer to climaxing he became.

"Are you ready Ivan," Sam asked, "Say that you're ready."

The wolf attempted to say, "no", but all he managed was a whine. Sam could sense how close Ivan was. Just a little further. The wolf's body yearned for release.

"Say you want my seed."

"I-" the wolf moaned. He was mouth was betraying himself, "I want your seed."

Sam thrust once more, gripping the wolf's hips and holding them in place.

The room was filled with moans from both of them. Ivan's arms gave out as his body climaxed. He felt the fox's load gush into his body as his butt was forced to stay in place by Sam's hands.

The fox stayed inside the wolf for several minutes before finally pulling out. The excess cum dripping out of Ivan's slit.

Sam wiped his dick off on the blanket before getting up. He stretched as he put his clothes back on.

"Ivan," he said looking at the wolf, who had his ass raised and tail wagging, "That was the best sex I've ever had."

He walked to the door, but before he left, he turned again to Ivan, "I won't tell anyone. As long as you remember who's in charge now."

The door clicked shut.

Ivan rolled over onto his side. He was basking in the strange afterglow that he had never experience as a man. It felt so nice to just lay on the blanket. The surreal warmth covering his whole body.

He rubbed his body, feeling his fur flow between his fingertips. His paw rubbed one of his nipples causing a strange tingle. He pulled his hands away and looked down at his chest. His nipples looked normal enough.

"What am I doing," he said jumping up suddenly.

He was lying in bed with cum dripping out of him. What had come over him? He had to start figuring out a plan before Sam came back wanting seconds.

The wolf started walking back to the bathroom, smoothing out his ruffled fur on his abdomen when another strange tingle caused him to freeze.

He slowly moved his fingers to where he felt the strange sensation. It was a spot just a few inches below his right pec. He moved the fur out of the way and saw what looked like another tiny nipple.

"No, no, no," he said speed walking into the bathroom.

He turned on the light and examined himself in the mirror. He found a total of three new sets of the tiny nipple-like pieces of flesh stretching from his chest down to his belly, giving him a total of four. Four sets of nipples, just like any of the bitches he had fucked in the past.

Once more the wolf realized the dog had been telling the truth. The injection he had been given changed his sexual equipment to be a woman's. It was not the injection that caused these new protrusions to appear on his body. It was his own body making what it needs, and being pregnant meant he needed breasts.

He remembered what the Shepherd said about the fertility booster he was given. Bigger litters, faster pregnancy. Looking in the mirror and imagining himself with an engorged middle made him sick. He had to fix himself fast.

Ivan looked at the clock on his wall. It was almost seven o'clock. No doctor's office would be open until the next morning. All he had to do was wait until he could go in and figure out how to undo what the German Shepherd did to him. One night would be piece of cake.

His bladder suddenly screamed in pain. It had been almost a day since he last pissed. The wolf stepped over to the toilet then paused.

No penis meant that he had to sit to relieve himself. Was he ever going to get a moment where he was not remembering what it was like to have a dick?

He begrudgingly sat down let loose a stream of urine.

One night. That was all he had to endure. Right?

Part 3

Ivan's eyes shot open. His hand flung to his mouth as he ran from his bed to the toilet.

Puking oneself awake was exactly as bad one would imagine.

He had taken a bag of bread in the middle of the night, making sure that no one saw him. He regretted it now, as something as simple as that caused him to lose his stomach.

When he was sure he was done, the wolf stood up. He stretched in front of the mirror, noting how much his new nipples had grown over night. The once bead sized protrusions were now the size of a thimble. The tips poking out from the fur on his body.

"I can't even leave my shirt off anymore," he whined.

He pinched one, hating how sensitive it felt.

At the rate his body was changing, it would be barely a week before people would be able to tell at a glance what he was.

"You'll be showing within a couple of weeks, and be huge within a month," the dog's words echoed in his mind.

"Not if I can help it," he said, absently rubbing his belly.

Ivan threw on a shirt and a pair of jeans. Grabbing his keys, he snuck out of his room, deciding to take the back door out of the house when he heard Sam's voice coming in from the front.

"I'm telling you, the bitch I fucked in Ivan's room yesterday was the best sex I've ever had," the voice trailed.

Ivan stopped before he closed the door. Was Sam going to let the secret out?

"Who was she," a deeper voice asked.

"I, uh," Sam paused, "I don't know what her name is."

"You can't just say how great some pussy is and not say where I can get some."

"I really don't know," Ivan heard Sam's voice getting nervous. Sam seemed still lacked confidence around the other fraternity brothers. Maybe he could use that in the future to get back at him. "Just ask Ivan if you want to know so bad."

The wolf sighed before sliding out the back door. The fox had kept his word. For now, at least. It would only be a matter of time until the truth got out. Unless he reversed what happened that night with the German Shepherd.

He walked over to his car with the sun overhead. Had it been any normal day he would have probably gone for a run. Thinking about his growing litter forcing him to not be able to move as gracefully as he could right now made him shiver.

He unlocked his car, twisted his keys in the ignition, and raced to the nearest doctor's office.

* * *

Ivan's head floated in the clouds on the drive back. Wandering from one fleeting though to the next, and then back to the conversation he had with the doctor.

"I'm stuck like this."

The bear shifted uneasily on the stool. The doctor cleared his throat after allowing the wolf a moment for the situation to sink in, "I'm sorry. There is nothing we can do unless another breakthrough, like the one you were injected with comes out. It is just that the hormones that course through a pregnant woman are too hard to predict accurately enough to undo it."

If Ivan's face could turn red, it would have at that moment. He would have to now accept it as a fact. He was not only a woman, but he was pregnant as well. The blood work told only the truth. The dog that did this, it seemed to him, did the same.

"I would offer you a way to terminate the pregnancy," the bear said after another pause, "But I am unable to since we are still unsure about how your body would react to it. It has been through quite the number of traumatic experiences in a very short time."

The wolf was not sure if it was the news, or just the pregnancy, but the next thing he saw was the inside of a trashcan as his stomach emptied its contents.

The doctor waited until he was done before passing him a few wipes.

"That is another thing I wanted to talk to you about," he said readjusting his position on the stool, "The fertility drug we found in your system is going to make your pregnancy a bit more different than you probably think it is already."

"It would be too easy otherwise," Ivan said pulling his head out of the trashcan.

"Well, as you have probably felt, your morning sickness will most likely be significantly worse one normally goes through. On the bright side, you will probably be done with the worst of it within a week or two," the bear took a moment to scratch his chin, "Honestly, the pregnancy won't last more than two months max. You're very likely to go into labor earlier than that. It all really depends on the dosage you were given."

Ivan whimpered at the idea of pushing puppies out of himself.

"There was something else," the doctor said fingering through his notes, "Ah. Here it is. There are two other things you should know before leaving, first, you may be having a larger than average litter. The drug does not intentionally do that, opposed to popular belief, but the way it brings up a woman's heat causes a larger than average number of eggs to be fertilized."

The dog's words were proved to be true once again. Everything he had said that night was true.

"And second, has to do with your breasts, er, rather what will be your breasts. Usually, transitioning women have to get hormonal injections in order to get a pair, your body will be producing more than enough to develop them. They may actually be forming already."

Ivan's thin, athletic, and muscled physique was going to become a thing of the past. Imagining himself with a huge belly and rows of tits was destroying him emotionally.

"Before you head out, I'd like to ask you to make an appointment for two weeks from now. It would be good to make sure that your adjusting to the changes, and to make sure your pregnancy does not get any stranger."

Ivan's mind was brought back to the present when he pulled into his parking space by the fraternity. It was close to three o'clock. His visit at the doctor's office had been mostly spent waiting to be seen, and then waiting for the blood test to come back.

He would be back in that office two weeks from today. The only difference would be how much bigger he would be. Or, rather, how much bigger his pups would be.

He got out of his car, sneaking his way back into the house. He did not want to see another living soul after hearing the news. As he went passed the kitchen, he grabbed a pack of cookies and crept up the stairs.

He entered his room as silently as he passed through the house. Locking the door, he threw the box of cookies on the bed before heading to his bathroom.

He yelped in surprise when he saw Sam in the doorway. He was smiling just like he had the day before.

"Have a good day," he mocked.

"How about you just go fuck yourself," he said pushing he way into the bathroom.

"I mean, the plan was for me to be generous and fuck you again."

Ivan slammed the bathroom door shut but the fox held it before it clicked in place.

"I know how much you're craving my cock. I wonder if a wolf ever craved a fox as much as you are."

"You already fucked me once. That was the deal."

Sam chuckled, "'Was' being the operative term here. The thing is, I am the one making the deals, because you have nothing to bargain with."

Ivan dropped his pants and sat on the toilet. His bladder was the only thing he wanted to relieve.

"Look at you. Peeing like a bitch in front of her alpha."

"We had a deal."

"And now the terms are changing," Sam said more authoritatively, "I'll fuck you when I want to fuck you, and in return, no one else finds out."

"And I can trust that? You seem to be going back on before."

"I think what I said last night was that you have to do as I say. Now, I'm saying to let me fuck you. Right now."

Ivan wiped himself off before standing up. He did not bother to throw on his pants, because he knew he was just going to take them off again. The wolf knew he still had no choice. If he did not submit to Sam, he would end up being screwed over in more ways than one.

"No more than once a week after today," Ivan said.

Sam bent Ivan over the counter chuckling, "It really is so cute how you think you have a say. I'll entertain you though, I won't force my bitch more than once a day."

Before Ivan could argue he felt Sam's member impale him.

"It is a little ironic," Sam said pushing himself in further, "You had a huge dick, and now you have a tiny pussy."

The wolf groaned as he was split apart. He had to give Sam credit, for being such a short fox, he did have an unusually large penis.

Sam began pounding his hips against Ivan's ass. The wolf could feel the fox's balls between his legs. The feeling of heat between Ivan's legs beginning to grow.

As much as the wolf tried to keep it from happening, he could not stop his body from pushing into Sam's.

"Oh fuck," Sam moaned, "You really are the best bitch on campus."

Ivan felt a strange switch flip inside him. The fox's comment turned him on more than he wanted to admit. It was as if the submissive side that he never let out was breaking down all the walls he had put up.

Sam's hands rubbed down the wolfs body, bolts of pleasure ringing through Ivan as each of his growing nipples were passed.

"I can't wait until you get real tits. You are going to get some real tits, right?"

Ivan ignored him. He was staring at himself in the mirror. His mouth hung wide open, arms bracing himself against the assault on his passage. He could barely even see the tiny fox behind himself. Occasionally he would catch a glimpse of the fox tail as it swung from side to side, but the only part of Sam's body that he could see in the reflection were his arms as they continued rubbing the wolf's lack of breasts.

"God yes," Sam moaned.

The fox's hands slipped down to Ivan's hips, almost exactly like they had the night before.

"Are you ready my bitch."

Ivan could not speak. The forces within him were overwhelming him. His only response was a quick head nod.

The fox pushed his rod as far into the wolf as he could before he let his load loose within the wolf. Ivan's moans turned into a low howl as he attempted to keep his voice as quiet as possible. He could feel the fox's cum flooding his insides.

What did it matter anyway? Ivan wondered to himself as he felt the cover of a post orgasm warmth. It was not like he could get pregnant again.

Sam pulled himself out the wolf and grabbed a towel from the counter. He wiped himself off a little bit then leaned into Ivan's ear, "I'll be in bed if my favorite bitch wants seconds."

He padded off to the bed before flopping onto it.

Ivan whined. He did want more. He would never be able to admit it to the fox, but at the same time he could not deny it to himself.

He rubbed his belly imagining what his pups would feel like when they were larger. Who would act as their father? The damned dog Ajax, their actual father, was god knows where, doing god knows what. Would his kids even need a father? He grew up without one and he turned out fine.

The wolf felt tears on his face. He was crying over this? A mighty alpha wolf reduced to tears over puppies he was being forced to carry. His father could probably tell what a failure he was and left because of it.

What was going on with his thoughts? He never cared about what anyone else though before. Why did it matter at this moment?

"Fuck it," he told himself, "My pride is already gone, and I'm stuck like this anyway."

The fox let out a yelp of surprise when he felt the massive weight of the wolf land on him.

"Just fuck me already."

Part 4

Ivan's alarm was set, but that was not what woke him up that morning. It was his ever increasing need to pee that was to blame.

The wolf pushed Sam's arm off his body and struggled out of bed. The fox was still asleep beside him. Ivan had begun envying his ability to sleep through anything.

Sitting on the side of the bed caused his protruding belly to weigh down even more on his bladder. He stood up and walked to the bathroom, one hand supporting the two inches of taut flesh that stuck out from his waist.

He relieved himself before examining his body in the mirror. It had been two weeks since the night with the German Shepherd.

The fur along his abdomen had thinned significantly, allowing his four rows of nipples and small perky breasts air to breath. The had been sensitive the whole time since his change. Slowly growing to Sam's enjoyment. The fox loved to lick and suckle them during sex, and as much as the wolf hated to admit it, he loved it too.

Ivan's hands slid down his form, coming to rest at the bottom of his belly. Just as Ajax had predicted that fateful night, he had started showing in two weeks. The amount of pressure inside of him was already so much. The speed at which the pups were growing within him did not allow his body to acclimate to the feeling. The wolf snorted at the thought.

His whole middle looked full and bloated. The wolf's once athletic body was gone underneath the breasts and belly. His shirts were already beginning to ride up, not able to accommodate the extra size.

His jeans no longer fit either. He was forced to wear athletic shorts or sweatpants. And athletic shorts were no longer an option now that the weather had gotten so cold. The wolf turned to the side, seeing how far forward his body stretched.

There was a bright side though. Firstly, the campuses winter break started the day before. Almost all of his fraternity brothers were gone for the holidays. They would not be back until a week or two into the next year, giving him nearly a month to be alone. Or at least as alone as he could be with Sam constantly being in his room.

The second good thing to happen recently was that his constant morning sickness seemed to have finally stopped. Replaced instead with a constant hunger. No matter how much he ate, he seemed to never be satisfied.

"You're up early," Sam said from the bed.

"And you're still in my room," Ivan replied coldly.

"While everyone's gone, there's no one else for me to hang with."

The fox got out of bed and stretched. His penis sticking straight up with morning wood.

"Then go make new friends and leave me alone."

Ivan walked past Sam and started looking through his dresser, looking for something that still fit.

"Aw, but then who would take care of you and my pups," Sam asked, hugging the wolf from behind. The fox's dick was pressed up along his back.

"They're not yours. It was that bastard dog, not you, that knocked me up."

Ivan pushed him away and continued looking through the shirts he had.

"Doesn't someone sound like a protective mother."

Ivan grabbed a shirt and turned around.

"I will kill you the moment these things are out of me so help me god."

Sam grabbed Ivan and pulled him closer, his belly pressing into the fox's fur.

"Until then, you're still my bitch."

The alarm Ivan had set started going off. The wolf pushed himself away and walked over to it.

"Shit. I have to go to a damn appointment."

Ivan threw on the shirt on quickly. He initially attempted to get it to cover his belly completely, but eventually gave up. The cloth was straining enough as it was trying to contain his breasts.

"You look so cute like that," Sam teased.

Ivan growled in response as he put on some sweatpants.

He grabbed his jacket off the door handle and put it on. He tried connecting the zipper, but his belly kept it from closing.

"I just had to only buy clothes that barely fit," he muttered as he went out the door, leaving Sam alone inside.

He walked down the stairs, painfully aware of his breasts rubbing against the tight shirt and went out the back door.

He walked to his car, glad that he did not have to worry about anyone seeing him as he walked over to the parking lot. His car sat in the same spot that it had been sitting for the last two weeks. He had not tried to leave the frat house since then.

He sat down in the driver's seat and started the car.

* * *

"Ah, yes. Dr. Richardson. We have your appointment right here. He'll be ready to see you in just a minute. If you would take a seat."

Ivan nodded and walked over to an open seat, head staring at the floor.

The doctor he had gone to told him to schedule an appointment. At the time he was too overwhelmed by the other news to notice that the appointment he was scheduled was to see an OB-GYN.

"First time?"

Ivan looked around. It was a heavily pregnant rabbit sitting across from him. She looked like she was no older than he was.

"Huh?"

The rabbit gestured at her gravid middle, "First time having a kid. Is it your first time?"

"I- Uh," he trailed off.

"I can tell," she laughed, "You look like you didn't realize how quickly they can row. Your shirt is really straining."

The wolf's face felt warm and he attempted to pull the shirt down again.

"Don't worry about it. My first time was the same. What you should do is after you're done here, head straight down the street and on the right-hand corner of the little shopping district is a fantastic maternity clothes store."

A nurse stepped into the waiting room right as the rabbit finished her sentence, "Ivan, Dr. Richardson is ready for you."

The wolf got up as quickly as he could and walked into the hallway.

"The first room on the left," the nurse said as she returned to her desk.

The number of diagrams of various species giving birth bombarded Ivan as he walked through the door.

"Mr. Ivan, I assume? Take a seat up here."

Ivan turned to see the doctor already in the office. The doctor was a large silver wolf. Easily standing a foot taller than Ivan did.

Of all the possible doctors he could have been scheduled with, it was a wolf.

Ivan sat down on the examination chair.

"Well, I', Dr. Richardson. I have already read the file that was sent to me from your previous appointment, and I have to say that you are in quite the crazy position."

The doctor wheeled in a computer on a desk and sat down on a stool.

"I'm going to assume you want to get this done as quickly as possible. I can quickly do the examination, schedule your next appointment, and then let you know some possible options that you have when I'm done. Does that sound good?"

Ivan's face was burning up in embarrassment, "That's fine."

"Good. Would you please roll up your shirt?"

Ivan did as he was told. The doctor rubbed a cold gel on his belly before grabbing a strange looking device from the desk.

"I'm just doing a quick ultrasound. Have you felt any movement yet?"

Ivan shook his head.

"That's interesting. I would have assumed by now you would have felt something."

The doctor took the probe and pressed into Ivan's belly, pulling from one side to the other.

"Well, that's three immediately right there," doctor said, "Five... Six..."

Ivan felt the wand shift around. The computer's screen was turned away from him, so he was unable to see what the doctor was counting.

"Those two make eight..." the doctor trailed on, "and nine. Oh, wait, there's another. That's ten."

"Ten what?" Ivan asked, already knowing the answer.

"Ten healthy looking pups. You're quite packed in there aren't you?"

He had ten pups growing inside of him. They were big now, how much larger would they get?

"What does that mean?"

"Not much. From what I read about the drug you were given, it was kind of expected. Wolves usually have litters of four to six, so ten seems to be within a healthy range."

"How much bigger am I going to get?"

"Well, based off of the known conception date, and seeing how much they formed over two weeks, I'd say you have roughly a month to go. In terms of size, I guess that depends on what you were knocked up by. That report said a German Shepherd, but if we're being honest, they look much too small to be half wolf half Shepherd. We won't really be able to tell though for another week or two."

The doctor put away the ultrasound device, wiped Ivan's belly off with a wipe, and Ivan once more pulled his shirt down as far as it would go.

"There are some other tests I need to do, but before I do, I wanted to mention an offer that is being held out to you."

"An offer?"

"The injection you received was still in early testing phases. The company that makes it would like to offer you pay in return for more routine checks."

Ivan had no idea how to react to such a proposal.

The doctor grabbed a clipboard from his desk and handed it to Ivan.

"They wanted to add that all of your identifying information would be kept confidential, and that all medical expenses would be covered," he pointed to a line on the page, "That would be the initial signing bonus."

Ivan's jaw dropped. The bonus alone was enough to cover his college debt.

"I-" Ivan stammered, "What are the conditions on my end?"

"Just begin coming in weekly to get checked. You'd get paid after every checkup, and then once extra after the birth."

Ivan shuddered at the mention of him giving birth. But at this point, he would get paid for doing the stuff he would have to do anyway.

"Actually," the Dr. Richardson, "I believe they also want you to take some extra supplements as well. But, yes, it would just be that and weekly checks."

Ivan thought about it for a moment, realizing that if the company was willing to do this, they might also be willing to look into reversing his condition afterwards.

"I'll do it," he said finally.

"Alright. You can sign the papers once we finish up with your exam."

* * *

The sun was setting when Ivan pulled into the fraternity's parking lot. He had made a stop at the local pharmacy to pick up the required medications that he was required to take, and made an extra stop at the maternity store the rabbit mentioned and powered through the embarrassment to find clothes that actually fit him.

Grabbing the bags from his car, the wolf made his way back into the frat house, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. To Ivan's relief, it seemed that Sam had gotten tired of waiting for him and left to bother someone else.

He grabbed the two bottles of pills he was instructed to take and examined them. The first was a basic prenatal vitamin, and the other described itself as a hormone balancer.

The wolf went into his bathroom. He grabbed a cup of water and in a single swig took both pills.

He looked at himself in the mirror again, wrapping both of his hands around his belly.

"You ten little shits are paying my tuition," he muttered to himself.

His eyes shot wide open when he felt something within. It was small but there was no mistaking what it was. It felt like a small butterfly. The first movement of the litter he carried.

"Oh, shit."

He moved his hands around feeling the tight flesh. The same feeling happened in a different spot. Nearly a minute passed, and he felt it again.

A knock on his bedroom door took him out of his trance.

It was not Sam, because he just let himself in whenever he wanted. His few fraternity brothers would be out partying somewhere. Ivan's mind blanked on who would be at the door.

He grabbed a shirt he had bought earlier and put it on before walking to the door. He opened it up and froze at what he saw.

The German Shepherd stood in the doorway smiling.

"I said I'd make sure to visit."

Ivan took a step back as his mind raced for a proper reaction. He remembered the dog being large, but assumed it was because he was tied to a bed. But there was no trick of perspective this time. He realized how large the German Shepherd was, and how small he felt himself.

"Looks like you've been pretty busy," the dog chuckled as he examined the gravid wolf.

"Get the fuck out before I call the cops," Ivan said.

Ajax walked into the room and closed the door.

"I doubt you'd do that and risk your story getting out. I just want to talk."

"There's jack shit to talk about," Ivan yelled.

"Take a seat before I force you to."

The wolf sat himself on the bed before he realized what he was doing. The authority in the dog's voice completely took away any control he thought he had over his body.

"That's a good bitch," Ajax said as he glanced around the room, "I had a few questions for you. And you're going to answer them."

"You have questions for me? What about all the questions I have?"

The dog waved his hand in dismissal, "Your questions don't matter. Don't interrupt me again."

Ivan felt his mouth shut even though he wanted to yell.

"You're the head of this fraternity, right?"

The wolf nodded.

"So, you have a list of all of its members here?"

"Why would you need that?"

"Strike one," Ajax responded, "Answer my question."

The memory of the strikes from that terrible night rang in Ivan's head. He did not want to see what the dog would do this time if he got to three.

"It's downstairs in the cupboard in the kitchen," he answered dedicatedly.

"Alright good. One last question, how many of this fraternity's members are gone for the rest of the year?"

"Most of them. Only a few stayed, and those that did aren't staying in this building."

Ajax walked to the door and grabbed the handle.

"I'll tell you what," he said turning back to Ivan, "Since you've been so polite, I give you a good fucking if you want. But only if you really want it."

A flair of many conflicting emotions rose within the wolf. And to his dismay, the winning one wanted to be claimed once again by the dog.

"I want it," Ivan whined.

"I always know what a bitch wants," Ajax laughed.

Ivan took off his shirt, his breasts being released out into the open, and took off his pants. His body looking more like a bitch than it ever did as an alpha.

"We'll have to make this fast," Ajax said unzipping his pants, "I have some work I got to get back to."

Ivan laid on his back and spread his legs wide open. His body acting on its own.

"No wonder you got knocked up so fast," Ajax said as he got into position, "You seem to open your legs the second someone asks you to."

The dog leaned onto the wolf, his dick resting just outside Ivan's opening.

"Just do it already," Ivan said.

"As my bitch commands," Ajax said.

With a quick shift, the dog's length slid fully into the wolf, causing an immediate moan. Ajax was significantly larger that Sam was, and to Ivan's distraught, he loved every extra inch.

"I have a funny story I never told you," Ajax said with a thrust.

Between the pups inside of him, and the dog penetrating him, Ivan felt like every square inch of his body was as full as it could possibly be.

Ajax gave another thrust, "It's about that night. The night I made you what you've always been."

The wolf moaned as the thrusting became more regular. The constant drumming of his sex caused the wolf to shiver.

"Well, once you passed out," the dog continued between pants, "I pulled out."

Ivan's eyes shot wide open as he attempted to sit up. The weight of his belly, and the fact that the German Shepherd was spearing him caused him to fail miserably.

"You-" the wolf was cut off by an involuntary moan, "You what?"

The dog ignored Ivan and continued to move in and out with his hips. He howled in triumph as he spilled his seed within his bitch. The wolf letting out no more than another feminine moan.

Ajax leaned in more and rubbed Ivan's belly. The sound of the wolf's heavy breathing filled the room.

"The moral of the story is," the dog finally said after a long wait, "these pups aren't mine."

Part 5

A week quickly passed after Ajax's unexpected visit. The last thing the dog said continued to knock back and forth in the wolf's brain. The implication of what it meant was something he was not yet willing to accept. If the dog had not impregnated him that night he was forcibly changed, then that meant that he had been willingly knocked up on his own.

Ivan shook his head as he continued to lay in his bed. He had not been willing. He had been forced to have sex with Sam in order to keep the devastating secret from getting out. That meant he was not at fault, right?

The sun began creeping through his shades. It would only be an hour or so before he had to be out the door and at a doctor's office for the current week's checkup.

Ivan sighed loudly, feeling the squirming from inside him. His litter had quickly gone from the occasional flutter of movement to a constant rearranging of his insides.

"Something wrong," Sam asked yawning.

It seemed to have become a tradition at this point. The fox inviting himself over every night and then passing out on the bed once he was done having his way with the wolf.

"You ever think about sleeping in your bed," Ivan said readjusting his pillow.

"And leave you alone with the kids all night," the fox said placing his hand on the wolf's belly.

"I'd prefer that over you trying to shove your dick in me all night," Ivan replied sitting up.

Sam sat up next to Ivan. He grabbed one of the wolf's tender breasts. They were the only part of him that seemed to be attempting to keep up with his ever-expanding belly. From what he could find on the internet, all four of his pairs of tits had just met the threshold to be considered C cups. Even more terrifying to Ivan was the fact that they were expected to grow more as he got closer to birth.

As if that was not enough for the wolf, over the last couple of days, his breasts had perked up, and his nipples had become even more sensitive, thanks to the fox's constant attention to them. Sam seemed to have taken a strong liking for his ever-expanding tits.

"You'd have kicked me out already if you didn't want me here," Sam said leaning in.

Ivan felt a tingling on his nipple as Sam licked it. There was some truth to the fox's words. The number of times where pleasure trumped the wolf's sense of pride felt uncountable in the recent weeks. The fox was also better than Ivan wanted to admit at making him feel good despite everything.

"Besides," Sam said rubbing Ivan's belly, "You were the one that taught me how to recognize a needy bitch."

The fox started suckling on the erect nipple. Ivan moaned and let himself be lowered back into a laying position, Sam keeping his muzzle glued to his breast as his other hand began gently twisting another nipple.

"You need to stop doing that," the wolf tiredly protested.

Sam continued licking his nipple, "Just let me help my bitch in need."

Just as Ivan surrendered to the sensations coursing up his body, one of the pups inside of him shifted to rest right on top of his bladder.

Sam yelped as he was shoved back and reminded of the wolf's strength.

"Ah, ah, ah," Ivan whined, pushing off from the bed. His slight waddle making the short walk to the bathroom take an excruciatingly long time to complete.

The wolf sat down on the toilet, legs forced apart by the dome that sat in his middle, and relieved the pressure that had so suddenly derailed his morning. Exhaling, he closed his eyes, and massaged his belly.

Sam walked over and stood in the doorway only a few seconds later.

"What the fuck was that?"

Ivan groaned, "A kid trying to get me to piss myself."

* * *

Ivan's third week exam went about as well as he could have hoped. The doctor was able to quickly wrap up the majority of his required checks, and was on the final step, an ultrasound.

"Based on your growth from last time, I'd say you're already roughly halfway done," the doctor said as he continued to look around at the litter Ivan carried.

The idea that Ivan was looking at three more weeks of growing filled him with dread. He already felt as though his body was at the bursting point. His belly looked like he had eaten a volleyball. His gut jutting straight out from the rest of his body.

"I would say you're looking at a New Year's labor. Remember though, this is all guess work. They might be a week earlier, or even a week later than my estimate."

Ivan grunted as he felt a hard kick in the top of his belly.

"It's good to see that they are active," the doctor chuckled, "How much have they be moving around?"

"Enough to keep me from staying asleep," Ivan complained, "And then enough to wake me up less than an hour later."

"Well, there are two things about that you might want to know," the doctor responded, turning the display so Ivan could see it, "See that curve by that one's head? To me that is an obvious sign that your litter is Vulpine, and not canine. I told you that I suspected that last week."

Ivan nodded, knowing exactly what that meant. Ajax had not lied about pulling out the night of the change. Which also meant that Sam was the real reason why he had ten growing pups within him.

"On the plus side for you, this means they won't grow to be quite as large as they would have if they were canine. On the downside for you, that also means they are going to be way more active."

One of the pups began stretching as if waiting a cue. The top of his belly hardening as attempted to accommodate for the legs pressing out from the inside.

"Ah- ouch," Ivan whined, "Stop that."

He placed a paw where he felt the sudden tightness, trying to message the troublesome occupant back into place.

"The second thing I needed to mention," the doctor said once Ivan was no longer distracted, "Is since the person listed in your sexual assault claim is obviously not the sire of your litter, the company can't legally pay you until you get the actual father's signed consent."

Ivan's mouth dropped open.

"How the hell does he get any say in this?"

"The contract you signed is only valid while all persons that have legal claims over your litter are in agreement. In this county, the law includes the father in the list of persons with possible legal claims. Since the father is not yet in agreement, you do not technically have the right to sign those rights to the company."

Ivan raised his hands in anger, "It didn't matter when everyone thought the father was the fucking dog!"

"Because he broke laws sexually assaulting you. Any claim he would have had would have been lost due to that fact."

Ivan's mind thought quickly to come up with an excuse to not need the signature. The only possible one in his mind, aside from being untrue, would completely destroy the last bit of dignity he had left.

"What if-," Ivan hesitated, "What if I don't know the father?"

"Mr. Ivan," the doctor said staring Ivan in the eyes, "I don't care what people do in their free time. But, I just want to clarify your question. You're saying that in the time between you being forcibly injected with a sex-changing drug against your will and the time of you reporting that assault which confirmed your pregnancy, a period of less than forty-eight hours, you slept with enough men, specifically foxes, that you have no idea who the father could be."

Ivan felt his ears drop to the side of his head and his face burn in embarrassment. He could not tell if the doctor was looking at him with disappointment or annoyance. To him, it did not matter. He had just said something that hurt his pride significantly, and the payoff was a response that did even more damage.

"Well- I-"

The doctor raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

"Just bring this form signed by the father. Or if there are in fact multiple candidates, bring all of them here, and we can have a paternity test done. Once that's done, the company that is paying you can send their checks."

There was only an awkward silence in the room.

Ivan grimaced as he felt one of his pups shift over his bladder again.

"Do you have any questions about or anything else before we start wrapping up," Dr. Richardson asked, wiping the gel used for the ultrasound off Ivan.

"Yeah," he said, "Where's the bathroom?"

* * *

Ivan's walk up the stairs would have looked closer to a waddle had anyone been watching. By the time he had gotten to his bedroom door he was out of breath. He rested with both of his legs spread partially to the sides, one arm on the door frame, and the other holding the paper that he needed Sam to sign.

"I don't think getting paid for this makes it anymore worthwhile," the wolf said placing a hand on his belly to help support it.

Another kick from within was the only response.

He opened his door.

To his surprise, Ajax was sitting on his bed, typing something on a laptop.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

The Shepherd stopped typing and glanced up from his laptop before refocusing his attention back to the screen, "I have told you that you don't get to ask questions."

"Well I'm fucking asking them," Ivan yelled.

The dog's phone started ringing. He checked the number before looking back at Ivan, "I said I don't like it when I'm disrespected. That would be your second strike, be quiet while I'm on the phone."

With that, the dog answered the phone, ignoring the wolf's reaction.

"Hey. Yeah. You have some? I'll be there in twenty."

Ajax threw his phone back into his pocket and flipped his laptop closed.

"I have work to do. I thought I'd have more time to visit, but you know how that sometimes goes."

Ivan's confusion grew. The damned dog broke into his room just to leave?

"Why'd you come here in the first place?"

"I had to do something in the area, and figured I'd visit one of my bitches," Ajax answered, throwing his laptop into a bag he had by the bed and standing up, "Sadly, that call means I have to go before we could spend any real quality time together."

Ivan caught the bulge in the German Shepherd's pants as he stood up. The unwanted, but ever more familiar feeling of emptiness between his legs growing.

"Quality time? You mean fucking me," he said, continuing to eye the dog's pants.

Ajax grabbed his bag chuckled, "Did you have a different thing you'd want to do instead?"

The bluntness and implication of his question took the wolf by surprise. Had it been that obvious that he was looking?

"Just get the fuck out," he growled.

Ajax bowed mockingly after he opened the door, "As my bitch commands," he said, leaving.

Ivan knew he was not going to figure out the enigma that was Ajax anytime soon. Whatever the German Shepherd was doing most likely did not involve him. After all, he had already received his punishment, right? For the wolf, that was enough peace of mind to ignore it entirely.

The paper in his had crinkled as he remembered its existence. He could probably find Sam in his room and get it signed. Possibly even have some quick sex before he got too hungry.

The wolf's eyes shot open at the thought. What had come over him? Had he really gotten to the point of accepting such perverse desires?

He felt the two sides of himself tugging at each other. The one remembering how nice it felt to be filled by a male's seed, and the other attempting keep an alpha mentality. The pups moving within him made it apparent how impossible it was to do the latter.

Signature first, everything else after.

He sighed and waddled out of his room and into the hallway. He made his way to Sam's room and knocked on the door.

The door opened and Ivan was greeted by the fox standing in the doorway, covered only by a towel. His damp fur and water pooling at his feet suggesting that he had just gotten out of the shower.

"Isn't it a little early for our usual session?"

"I just need you to sign something."

Sam's face took on a confused look, "Sign what exactly?"

"A piece of paper that says I can get paid. Just fucking sign it."

"I'm not going to sign shit until I know what it says," he said walking back to his bathroom, "Us foxes don't like to get outwitted."

Ivan pushed the door to the bedroom open and walked in.

"It's a waiver saying you won't attempt to claim any parental rights."

The fox stopped drying himself off and looked at the wolf, "Parental rights?"

"Yes," Ivan said.

The conversation was already getting on his nerves. The idea of having to get Sam's written consent in the matter was ludicrous.

"I thought you said that German Shepherd was-"

"I was wrong," Ivan said sighing, "The doctor said the pups look Vulpine. That can only mean one thing."

"Vulpine," Sam repeated.

The fox grabbed the paper and read it over. When he finished, he read it again.

"I can't sign this," he said pointing to the paper.

Ivan's stomach dropped. If he did not get the signature, then the one good part of the whole situation would be gone.

"Here it says I won't attempt to claim parental rights over the pups," the fox paused, a smile spreading across his face, "But if they're vulpine, shouldn't they be called kits?"

Ivan was in disbelief, "Are you fucking kidding me? Will you sign it or not?"

Sam laughed and gestured at the wolf, "Come on. You can't say this isn't funny. Ivan, the mighty alpha wolf, claimed by a fox and fat with a litter of kits, hoping the father will sign his form."

The fox finished drying himself off and let the towel drop to the ground.

"Why did you really come here," he asked.

"What? I just told you. To get your signature."

Sam's eyes were burning with the same intensity that they had been burning the time when he had impregnated Ivan.

"Why did you come to see me today," He asked again, "You could easily have waited until I came back to your room like I always do."

Sam grabbed Ivan, pressing their bodies together. The fox's damp fur wrapping itself around the wolf.

"I-"

"You wanted me to fuck you. Your mate. Admit it Ivan. You have had way more fun getting filled like a bitch than you ever did being an alpha."

The wolf was unable to deny anything that the fox was saying. He had never felt as good as he did when he was getting fucked by Sam or Ajax. A strong kick broke his train of thought and caused him to yelp.

Sam laughed again, "Active little things, aren't they."

The wolf could feel the fox's rod pressing hard against him. He did want it. He wanted to be able to say that he did not, but deep within himself he knew that it was just like any of the other times he had let Sam enter him. In the end he would give in.

"Tell me why you came," Sam said as he pressed Ivan into the bed.

The wolf collapsed both mentally and physically under the feeling of need. The signature could wait.

"I came for you," he said, sitting down on the bed, legs spread open.

"I knew you did."

The fox pushed the wolf onto his back and attempted to angle himself around the wolf's belly. It had gotten tougher as the obstruction grew, but he was determined. Once he found a good spot he pushed his dick into the slit and started groping of two of Ivan's tits.

"I told you I could recognize a needy bitch."

With each of Sam's thrusts, Ivan did his best to rock his own hips to feel the full force. His inner walls pulsating around the intrusion. It was only a short amount of time before they were both panting to the rhythm of their bodies.

"You like being full of my kits don't you," Sam panted.

The wolf moaned.

"You like being a fox's bitch."

Ivan did not hear what the fox was saying. To him it felt as though shock waves were being sent across his whole being. The work Sam was doing on his breasts matched what he was doing to him below. His large breasts jiggling from the fox's bucking hips and touchy paws. Every fiber within him was in pure bliss.

Ivan's legs wrapped around Sam, as his plowing sped up. Their pants turning into howls as they reached their orgasms.

The wolf let his body go limp, letting the feeling wash over him. He felt the tired fox's head rest on his belly.

"You're so much better when you want it," the fox's voice trailed as he drifted off into sleep.

Ivan was close to joining him when a droplet of liquid ran down his chest. He opened his eyes and ran his fingers along the line of liquid, expecting it to connect at some point to the fox's wet fur.

His fingers jolted away as he brushed across one of his nipples. He looked down at his chest, seeing the large breast sagging to his side. Was the liquid white?

His dazed state took him a moment to connect the dots. Giving the nipple a slight twist caused him to moan as a small stream of liquid was released.

He had only just hit the halfway mark for his pregnancy, and yet, he was already lactating. Ivan sighed.

It was going to be a long three weeks.

Part 6

Ivan's eyes shot open when he first sensed the smell of something burning. Waking up to the smell of fire was not the way Ivan had wanted to start Christmas Eve.

Forcing his watermelon sized belly up and out of his bed was a struggle that happened daily, but the stress of knowing something was on fire caused him to barely notice the discomfort.

He looked back at the bed to wake Sam up as well, only to find the bed already empty. He must have gone to his own bedroom. He waddled over to the doorway making his way to Sam's bedroom as quickly as he possibly could.

"Sam," he yelled, banging on the door.

He twisted the doorknob. Frantically looking in, he tried to spot the fox. The room was empty as well.

Ivan put one hand below his belly for support as he started making his way to the stairs. His heart was racing. Something was on fire and he had no idea where Sam was.

"Sam," he yelled again as he worked his way down. Each step adding to the pain in his back.

"What?"

He heard the voice coming from downstairs.

"Where the hell are you," he yelled, feeling a bit of relief.

"I'm just in the kitchen, why are you yelling so much?"

The wolf turned, moving as quickly as he could towards the kitchen.

"There's a fire somewhere in-", he cut himself off as he entered the room.

It looked like the fox had just finished putting out a grease fire. Whatever had been in the pan was now nothing but a solid black block, still giving faint off wisps of smoke.

"I was hoping to finish making breakfast before you woke up," Sam muttered as he threw the pan into the sink, "Like an early Christmas breakfast thing," he trailed off, "At least I didn't burn the toast."

Ivan took a seat at the kitchen table, trying to catch his breath and calm down. He closed his eyes and rubbed his hands around on his belly, feeling the kits shove each other around after being woken up so suddenly.

"You okay," Sam asked, throwing more burnt dishes into the sink, "You came down here completely nude."

The wolf looked down, confirming what Sam had said. In his frantic state he did not even bother to grab any clothes. His stretched belly and D cup sized breasts looked back at him. The stretch marks had become easily visible due to his fur's inability to adequately cover the large orb that was his abdomen.

"I'm fine," Ivan finally said.

He leaned back into the chair, letting his mountain of a belly protrude out further than usual. His lower back not appreciating the extra strain being put on it.

Over the last two weeks, the kits within him had begun growing at an even faster rate. He estimated that he had doubled in size since the predicament concerning the paternal rights to the kids. His doctor tried to explain that such growth was perfectly normal, but to the wolf it felt anything but.

Sam quickly dried his hands off, turning to face Ivan. The fox walked over and pushed his face into Ivan's before giving a quick lick on the nose.

Ivan could not keep his straight face and ended up laughing. The absurdity of the recent events was starting to get to him. Barely a month ago he would never had been able to imagine a situation like this, let alone enjoy it.

The fox slid his hands down the Ivan's chest, only stopping to rest on his belly. Feeling the kicks coming from within, he grinned.

"I can go upstairs and grab you some clothes, and the breast pump if you want. You feel a little full."

The wolf glared at Sam, "Who's fault would that be? It also barely counts as clothed when you're just wearing boxers."

"I take full responsibility for burning the shit out of this food," the fox grinned, "I can't, however, help the fact that your body chose to grow as many little foxes as it could fit. You were the one that couldn't seem to get enough of me."

Sam moved his head down to Ivan's milk heavy breasts and gave a lick. The nipple quickly jumped to attention and sent tingle of pleasure through the wolf. The fox caught the dribble of milk that leaked with his tongue, sending a small shock through the wolf's body.

"So do you want me to grab those things or would you rather I milk you instead to make up for my failed breakfast?"

"If you can't be trusted with making breakfast, I sure as hell don't want you trying anything like that," he said pushing Sam off him.

The fox walked out of the kitchen, leaving Ivan alone once again. It was weird that no one else was at the frat house. Usually there would be at least a couple of the other fraternity brothers that had not left campus would at some point come to hang at the house. Now that he thought about it, Ivan had not even heard from them in the last month. He had not even seen Ajax, for that matter, since he had creepily broke into the frat house just for the dog to claim he was too busy to do what he came for initially.

A tightening along the top of his belly caused him to grimace. He massaged the spot trying to get the spot to relax.

"Little bastards."

Ivan stood up trying to stretch the feeling away, but the tightness continued. It was as if his insides were hardening. The flesh around his belly feeling harder than usual.

It felt as though his whole belly was suddenly constricting. Was that a contraction?

"Oh shit."

He put two hands on the table and leaned forward, trying to get into a position where his discomfort might dissipate. It did not feel like a cramp. He had those often and they were significantly different feeling from what he was experiencing now.

"Here's some clothes and the pump," Sam said entering the room, "Presenting yourself to me already? It's not Christmas until tomorrow."

"I think I'm having a fucking contraction," the wolf said in disbelief.

"Oh fuck. We need to get you to a hospital."

Ivan started breathing more heavily as the feeling continued to strengthen. The kits within him suddenly felt much larger than they had only minutes ago. He had to fight to keep himself from having a panic attack.

"Yeah," he shook his head, "We need to go."

"Alright, uh," Sam's mind raced figuring out what to do, "Here's your clothes, I'm going to get my car started and drive around to the front," he said already running out the back door.

The second Sam was out the door the feeling started to dissipate. Ivan stood in silence, feeling the kicks within. Waiting to see if the feeling would come back.

A minute passed.

And then another.

He exhaled in relief and put his clothes on. Maybe it was just a cramp. Nothing to actually worry about.

Sam suddenly slammed threw the front door, "You ready to go?"

Before Ivan could respond, the Sam was already trying to pull him out the front door. The comically strange sight of a wolf being led by a much smaller fox not being lost on him.

The wolf pulled his arm away and took a step back.

"I'm good. I think it was just a cramp," he said putting both hands on his lower back, "They happen pretty often."

"You're sure? Do you want to see the doctor if it was that bad?"

Ivan looked Sam in the eyes. They contained the same fiery intensity that they had when he was forcing Ivan into having sex with him. Instead of confidence though, they seemed to radiate worry.

"It was a false alarm everything's fine. Trust me."

There was a pause as they both just looked at the other.

"Honestly, I just want these things," the wolf said, palming one of his breasts in an attempt to clear the air, "emptied as soon as-"

He stopped mid-sentence as the tightness started coming back. The wolf's sudden change in face alerting Sam that something was still wrong.

"What is it?"

Ivan swallowed as his worry spiked, "We need to go."

* * *

The door to the office opened.

"It's perfectly understandable for a first-time mother to mistake Braxton Hicks for labor," Doctor Richardson said once he was inside the room and had closed the door.

Ivan's ears flattened at being referred to as a mother.

"This isn't my first time having to get called into the office because one of my patients thought they were going to labor, so don't worry about it. As you should know from the reading I suggested to you, Braxton Hicks are quite common once a pregnancy starts getting close to the end," the doctor paused, "You have been reading those books haven't you?"

Ivan shifted in his seat, trying to get some of the extra weight off of his back, "I, uh, started the first one."

The doctor flash him a disapproving look, "You're only hurting yourself by not reading them. You might be able to understand what's going on with your body if you did."

"It's very hard for me to read about," Ivan said letting voice trail until it was barely a whisper, "That."

"Well, if you had read them, you would already know that they may start becoming more frequent as you get closer to going into labor."

"They're going to happen more often?" Ivan asked already feeling exhausted at the thought, "How will I know the difference between those false contraction and real ones?"

"Well, I guess you could read those books, as they explain the difference."

Ivan could not tell if it his embarrassment was being caused by the fact that it was a doctor speaking to him that way, or if it was just the heightened feelings of submissiveness he had been unable to get away from.

"I was waiting to tell you about something else until your next checkup in a couple of days, but since you're already here I figure it would be best to let you know about it early. Simply to allow you to start thinking about it early."

"Think about what?"

"The company that's been paying you these last several weeks wanted to let you know about another offer that they are willing to give to you. This offer is entirely separate from your current one, so declining it will have no effect on the deal that's already been worked out."

"Another offer?"

The doctor put his notepad down on the counter to his side, "Well, your tests from these past few checkups, and your healthy pregnancy so far, has made the company interested in doing more research with you."

Ivan shifted in his seat, not liking where this conversation seemed to be headed.

"You're no doubt aware of the strange circumstances you're currently in, so I'll keep this as brief as possible and let you read the official document when you come back in for your checkup. The company is interested in having you go through another pregnancy, this time with more control over how you get pregnant. For example, this time without any fertility boosters present."

Ivan threw up his hands, "What about turning me back into myself? Going back to normal and all of that shit?"

The doctor nodded understandingly, "Human trials are still at least a year away from happening for any drug that could possibly work at the moment, and that is assuming they are even close to having one. The company is simply giving you this offer so that you both can stay in closer tough while still earning some income."

Ivan stayed silent. He was stuck as a woman for a minimum of a year. And they wanted him to get pregnant again? He still had to finish the first one.

"I figured it would be something for you to think about," the doctor finally said to break the silence, "We don't need your answer until you come to pick up your final check, which will be handed to you during the checkup after you give birth."

Doctor Richardson grabbed his notepad and walked over to the door.

"Unless you have any questions, you're free to head back out on your way."

The doctor waited a moment before leaving the room.

Ivan sat for a while in the room silently thinking. He was stuck like this anyway. Why not just accept the money? The company may be more willing to fix him if he was willing to help them out.

He looked down at his belly. Even his maternity shirt was straining to hold the girth of his belly and breasts.

Were his breasts leaking?

Small dark spots had appeared on his shirt at some point during the day. had the doctor noticed them? Why had he not said anything?

Ivan frantically got up and grabbed the tissues that were on a corner table. He had not gotten to use the pump earlier today because of the labor scare. He attempted to dry the spots of leaked milk off his shirt, continuing to fail no matter how many of the tissues he used.

He sighed in resignation. He was going to have to walk out of the hospital with the marks on his shirt.

Taking a deep breath, he exited the office.

Sam was sitting on a chair just outside the room. He jumped up to attention the second he heard the door open.

"So, what'd the doctor say?"

Ivan explained what the doctor told him, making sure to not mention the new offer, as they exited the hospital.

"So, no Christmas kids then?"

* * *

Sam dropped Ivan off at the Frat house, claiming he needed to pick some stuff up before everything closed for Christmas. The wolf was perfectly fine having the house to himself again. It had been well over a week since the last time Sam had to do something on his own.

He made his way to his bedroom's bathroom and started filling the tub up with water. He would have taken a shower to relax, but his doctor had warned a week prior that it was no longer safe for him to do so.

He stripped off his clothes, glad to finally have the milk covered shirt off.

He looked at himself in the mirror. The strangest part of his reflection, in Ivan's mind, was that he somehow looked less pregnant than he felt. Even with a belly that would make most full-term women look small, he felt so much bigger in his head.

The active kits within him made sure to punctuate that feeling at nearly all times with kicks and constant shifts. Shifts was kind of a strong word. There was no room at all for them to move, so all they ended up doing was a constant wiggling that left them in the same position as they had started.

He looked at his face before doing a quick examination of the rest of his body. He did not even remotely look like he had prior to being changed by the dog. There was not even a single remotely masculine feature in his face, and all of the muscle he had worked so hard to get in his arms and legs had been replaced with fat. All the hour he spent at the gym, laughed at by his now wide, motherly hips.

The only thing that seemed to remain of his past self was his personality. But he had to accept that even that had drastically changed. He loved it when Sam would forcibly take him in bed. Something only a submissive bitch could admit to, not the dominant alpha wolf he used to see himself as.

He turned away from the mirror, walking back to the now full tub. He slowly lowered himself into the water, letting the warmth relax his stretched out skin and tired muscles.

He closed his eyes as an involuntary moan escaped him. The water covering and stimulating his sensitive nipples.

"Being full of ten of you could be worse I suppose," he said, rubbing his belly.

He let the cozy feeling entrap him. There was a strange sense of peace to the moment that he could rarely capture.

The sound of the front door to the house slamming brought him out of his relaxed state. Knowing Sam was back already ended the calmness of being alone.

Ivan started draining the tub and got out. Grabbing a towel, he began to dry himself off, being extra careful around his sensitive tits.

Why not let Sam milk him? It was more pleasurable than the obnoxious sounding pump anyway.

His bedroom door opened before he was done drying off. The body in the doorway not fitting the shape of the fox he was expecting.

"Did my bitch miss me?" the German Shepherd asked, smiling in the doorway.

"What are you here?" Ivan attempted to hide the surprise in his voice

Ajax chuckled, "I could easily make that your third strike you know. I've told you many times that you don't get to ask questions."

Ivan shut his mouth, knowing that the dog could easily do whatever he wanted.

"I was in town because of my work, and since I was in the Christmas spirit, I figured I'd give you a present."

The dog stepped forward and pulled the towel off Ivan.

Ajax turned away from the wolf and began examining the room, "The present is more of a choice, than something physical. I haven't told you what I do when I work, and I think that context will make your decision a little easier," the dog gestured to the bed, "Take a seat."

Ivan sat down on the side of the bed in silence. His still damp fur wetting the sheets.

"You're such a good bitch," Ajax mocked, "Doing what I ask first try," he paused, "Well, as you already know through experience, I am in the business of punishing those that deserve it. When I put you on the road to recovery for your crimes, I already had an idea of what the rest of your fraternity was doing. I did a lot of research to figure out which of your 'brothers' were needing to take a similar path. And, not too surprisingly, it was quite a few."

The dog looked down smiled.

"Currently, they are all in the same exact position as you are now," a random thought causing to stop and laugh, "Well, not quite as pregnant, but still. You were the only one that I've been watching who got right to work on that immediately," he gave Ivan's belly a rub, "Anyway, now I'm here. To be clear, I closely watch those that may need rehabilitation to make sure that they truly need it."

Ivan silently stared at Ajax, unsure about the truthfulness of the dog's words. There was no way he was able to pull off what he was claiming. Was he?

"My present to you comes in the form of a choice. Either I am going to begin Sam's rehabilitation, by changing him and then fucking him, much like you were, or you can choose to be his proxy by just let me fuck you instead. I figured you've been around him long enough to know him pretty well, and with the stuff he's done to you, you should be able to give a fairly unbiased answer."

Ivan stood up as quickly as his body would allow, preparing to let the surprise and anger out in the form of yelling when the dog forcefully grabbed his snout.

"I feel like at some point you must have wanted revenge for what he did," the dog gestured towards the wolf's gravid middle, "I figured you'd want a choice. Now if instead you hit strike three, this," he searched for the correct phrase, "Professional courtesy, is void. What you want will no longer matter."

Ajax continued to hold Ivan's mouth closed, allowing for what he said to sink in.

"You can stay silent and make your choice whenever you want. The only time limit is your fox coming back for the night."

Ivan sat back down on the bed. He remembered wanting to get some form of revenge on Sam. But did he still want that? Would he ever want what happened to himself to happen to even his worst enemy?

"You know what," Ajax said, sitting beside the wolf, "I'll give you a third option," the Shepherd's voice lowered as he put his mouth close to Ivan's ear, "I can fuck you and still help the fox if you want. I know how needy you are."

Ivan continued stewing in his silence. He had willingly been fucked in order to save his own reputation. But doing that to save someone else's?

Ajax gave Ivan's ear a light nip, causing him to yelp in surprise.

"I may have overstated how much time you have in this choice," one of his claws started lightly rubbing the area around one of the wolf's nipples, "If you choose to get fucked, and the fox interrupts us, that would force me to have to rehabilitate him."

Ivan stifled a moan as his nipple began leaking. He took a deep breath before dropping himself back onto the bed suddenly.

"Get it over with fast and get out," he said spreading his legs as far as he could.

"Huh," Ajax said, "You really are just a submissive bitch after all. I would have put money on you choosing to get even a little bit of revenge on that fox," the dog started unbuckling his pants, letting his massive cock hang freely, "Doesn't bother me too much in the end. If he ends up causing problems in the future, I'll know. Now, get on your hands and knees," he commanded, "I'm not going to try to get around your pup filled belly."

Ivan did as he was told. He struggled a bit at first due to the mattress's softness. When he was in position his belly would rub against the blanket beneath him. His back arched downward by the weight in his middle.

The dog climbed onto the bed. He ran his hands up Ivan's back then around to feel his engorged tits. He gave one a little squeeze, eliciting a groan. A stream of milk wetting the bed beneath him.

He continued fondling the wolf's breasts. The occasional milk leaking and being absorbed by the bed. Between those sensations and the ones coming from the kits inside him, Ivan had already begun to pant.

The air was knocked out of his lungs when the Shepherd's knot entered his sex without warning. Ivan took a gulp of air before whimpering pathetically. The fullness of the kits, his breasts, and now his dripping entrance was phenomenal to him. It may have only been his imagination, but it felt like the dog's length was rubbing against his womb.

"You're already so close and I haven't even started," Ajax chuckled.

The dog shifted his hands down to Ivan's hips. He gave a testing thrust in, the wolf eagerly pushing back. With a grin Ajax started working his member all around Ivan's tight entrance. Every little movement sending waves of tingling pleasure up his body.

"You're still so tight even after all of these weeks," Ajax muttered, "Is that fox truly satisfying you?"

The Shepherd started off with slow deliberate thrusts, each one causing soft groans from the wolf. He had given up trying to hold on to his male pride many weeks before. There was no point in trying to keep something that so long ago had been lost. Once he learned to accept the moment, he found the tender moments with Sam more enjoyable. And as was evident, the same thing was true with Ajax.

As the dog picked up speed, Ivan's grinding did too. Ajax let off a growl as his own pressure began to climb. His furious bucking becoming even more rough and quick. Ivan started panting. His fur slick in sweat.

"You're lasting so much longer than you used to," Ajax said between breaths, "I'm proud of my experienced bitch."

A bit of pride mixed into the insurmountable pleasure Ivan was feeling. The Shepherd slid his hands around on the wolf's back, gripping his fur and lightly pulling. The contrast in the gentleness of the pulling to the roughness of the dog's thrusting was pushing him closer to the edge.

"Are. You. Ready?" Ajax asked, his own panting punctuating each word. He could tell he was getting close to finishing.

"I'm rea-," Ivan's words were cut off by his own moaning.

The thrusts suddenly sped up. Ajax's hands gliding back down to the wolf's hips to help hold them in place. His grip unrelenting.

With one final thrust the Shepherd held the wolf's hips firmly against his member, loosing a torrent of cum and a thunderous howl. Ivan's own attempt at a howling quickly morphed into another long moan as he climaxed. The wolf's walls milking the dog's cock as the waves of his orgasm crashed over him.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes. Panting and catching their breath from the rigorous exercise. The wolf's arms eventually gave out as the exhaustion began to outweigh his other feelings of content.

Ajax finally pulled himself free from the wolf's opening, a dribble of white goo coming with him. He used Ivan's fur to wipe his dick off before standing up and putting his pants back on. Ivan laid himself on his side, too tired to move any further. The bed was covered in milk that he had been leaking.

The dog took another deep breath and walked to the door, "Your fox is fine for now. But should he ever go back to doing what he used to," Ajax paused, looking at Ivan in the eyes, "Well, I feel like you get the picture," he said, exiting the room.

Part 7

Ivan's eyes slowly opened. The light of the sunrise was shining through the shades on the window. He glanced at his clock, letting him know it was not yet seven in the morning, as well as giving him the reminder that today was New Year's Eve.

He was laying on his side in his bed as it was the only position he had been able to sleep in for the past several weeks. He continued laying there silently for a few minutes. He wanted to stay in his bed, savoring the rare moment of calm, but he knew his need to pee, the thing that had woken him up in the first place, was not going to get any better.

Ivan eventually sat up on the edge of the bed. He was completely nude from last night's escapades with Sam, who seemed to have already gotten out of bed.

The wolf yawned and stretched his arms outwardly. The way his back arched causing his monstrous middle an even more intimidating size. He massaged his full breasts, trying to relax the aching flesh.

Sam enjoyed suckling on his breasts every night, and Ivan enjoyed not having them feel as if they could burst at any moment. The problem for him was that the more Sam milked him, the more he ended up producing the next day.

It had been only a week since his false labor incident, and while his belly seemed to have slowed its constant expansion, his breasts had not. They were definitely larger than any woman's he had seen before. The perky flesh defying physics despite always being full and heavy.

His doctor had noted the sheer volume of milk he was producing at his last appointment, and to the wolf's dismay, the doctor made sure to let him know that he may experience another growth spurt after giving birth. The only positive side of that appointment had been the doctor letting him know that the growth of his kits had slowed down.

But as all things within Ivan's life recently, that caused him to focus on the fact that the kits were getting ready to come out. He was unable to strongly feel one way or another about the fact that the doctor wanted to schedule an induction to kick-start his labor. He wanted to be done with the whole pregnancy, but at the same time, he was unsure about his ability to actually push them out.

The cherry on top of his predicament was that he still had not made a decision to continue getting paid to have more litters, or to turn it down due to pride. Hell, he had yet to mention it to Sam yet.

It is not like he had to ask the fox. He knew the answer already. Sam would want him to continue, not just because of the money, but because in Sam's mind it would guarantee they would be together for however much longer.

Ivan felt a pang of guilt as he remembered his last encounter with Ajax. That was another thing he needed to tell Sam. It was now a week since the damned dog warned Ivan about what could happen to Sam, and he still found it near impossible to bring up to the fox.

Ivan grunted as one of his inhabitants made a hard shove into his ribs. There was no room left for them to move. All their attempts led to the wolf's skin becoming visibly stretched out or to his insides taking a beating. He moved a hand to where he felt the discomfort, attempting to coerce the little deviant back into place.

The wolf heard his bathroom shower suddenly turn on behind him. He sighed, realizing that was the reason why Sam must have gotten up early.

Unless he wanted to wait for the fox to finish his unpredictably long showers, he had to go downstairs to use the restroom. The wolf knew that was not an option.

"Shit," Ivan muttered.

Walking down the stairs was going to be a pain with his large belly.

Ivan waddled out of his bedroom and into the hallway. The stairs in front of him. They were narrow enough that he could barely go down them without tripping. He made sure to walk carefully so as not to not fall.

He was out of breath by the time he reached the bottom. The wolf used one hand to support his belly and the other to support his back as he made his way to the bathroom.

Ivan entered the bathroom, as quickly as he could now that the full weight of his litter was squashing his bladder, and sat on the toilet. He was glad the weight of his belly was no longer straining his back.

As he sat and did his business, he continued to think about his future, particularly his future with Sam. Maybe it was the hormones racing through his veins, but he was running out of reasons to not be with him.

The wolf hated using words such as "wet" to describe himself, but it was exactly what he felt every time he thought about being railed by Sam. When he really thought about the fact that he was carrying Sam's litter, it made him want the fox even more.

Even thinking about it now was turning him on. The active kits within him just made the feeling even more obvious. He had been craving sex at nearly every moment of the day. Luckily for him, Sam had been able to help indulge him at every opportunity. But even with Sam's spectacular libido, he was unable to keep up.

Ivan shook his head, trying to the force the sudden horny feeling to go away.

As soon as he finished using the restroom, he began the trek back up to his bedroom.

Going up the stairs was significantly harder than it was coming down. He had to pause multiple times to breath and take a break, with each one taking longer than the last. Finally, he arrived at the top of the stairs and turned into his bedroom.

Sam was drying his fur from the shower he had been taking, oblivious to Ivan. The wolf paused in the doorway, taking a moment to both admire the fox's nude body, as well as catch his breath from the journey he had just finished. His fur gleamed in the sunlight.

The heat Ivan had been feeling exploded within him. He closed his eyes and held back a whine as he battled his cravings. He shook his head and waddled over to the bed. He just needed some peace and quiet, and the feeling would hopefully pass. But the wolf made the mistake of turning to look at Sam one more time.

He saw the fox's sheath, and something about the light shining into the room and onto his fur caused him to lose the imaginary battle raging on within his head.

Ivan slowly let himself down onto his back, "You need to fuck me," he said spreading his legs.

Sam pulled the towel off his head and looked at the needy wolf splaying itself on the bed.

"I hope my bitch won't get mad at me," the fox said, "But I have to head out on some errands."

Ivan looked at the fox, who was brushing his fur all into a single direction with the towel.

"I won't have to get made if you just do what you need to," the wolf replied.

Sam gave him a quizzical look, "I don't think I really need to do anything," he dropped his towel to the ground and put a hand around his dick, "Now if my bitch tells me what she needs, maybe I could help."

The fox and wolf stared at each other silently. Sam continued to stand by the bathroom, stroking his sheath.

"You're really going to make me ask?"

"Yeah," Sam answered, "I want you to admit that you need this. Say that you want my cock inside of you."

Ivan could see Sam's length was now standing at attention. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Then he bit his lip and nodded. He never knew how long Sam would be gone on his 'errands', it being possible that he would not be back until that night. It was best to be safe and sate his desires while he still could.

"I want you to fuck me," Ivan mumbled.

"My bitch always knows what she wants."

Sam walked over to where Ivan was displaying himself. The wolf's slit being presented to the whole room. Sam put a hand on both of Ivan's legs, pushing them apart a bit more, before he began rubbing his rod around Ivan's opening.

Ivan moaned loudly when Sam flicked one of his nipples. The sudden jolt exciting him even more.

Sam continued to rub the tip of his cock around the entrance to Ivan's slit. Finally, the fox came upon the spot he wanted. He pulled his hips back, and, in on swift motion, shoved his dick deep into the fleshy hole.

Ivan gasped as his body accepted the rod all the way into his core.

Sam lowered his hands down to Ivan's belly. He slid them up and down as he continued his rhythmic pumping. The fox relishing in feeling the unborn kits moving within his bitch.

"God-", Sam said between thrust, "I can't wait to see how much they look like me."

Ivan could only moan in response.

The fox continued gyrating his hips against the eager wolf. He let his body lower down and curve around the giant belly. The pressure of Sam's weight against Ivan's rows of breasts caused him to moan as he felt them leak.

Ivan began ignoring what Sam was doing. He was instead focusing on the sensations his body was going through. Bolts of pleasure were coursing through his body.

Sam turned his head a bit as his thrusts began to pick up some speed. He moved his mouth over one of the gravid wolf's nipples and gave an experimental lick. The pleasurable groan that exited Ivan's throat let Sam the know to continue. He gave another lick, tasting the leaking milk. It had the flavor of a honey and the consistency of a heavy cream. Sam continued to lick the nipple a few more times before he wrapped his lips fully around it and sucked hard.

Ivan moaned as the fox's mouth drew milk from his nipple. Being penetrated and milked at the same time was something was something entirely else for him. His body shivered as the fox's thrusts had less and less time between them.

The suckling mouth at his breast relieving the pressure and weight felt heavenly to the Ivan. The breast pump the doctor had told him to pick up gave nowhere near the same feeling of release.

The fox lifted his head off the breast once he had finished milking it as much as he could. He looked at the wolf's face, whose mouth was wide open and tongue hanging to the side. Sam moved his head closer to Ivan's.

In a split second both Ivan and Sam's tongues were intermingling as their mouths connected. The wolf could taste his own milk in the fox's mouth, which, for a reason unknown to him, drove him closer to his climax.

For a few moments they could only hear Ivan's muffled moans and the creaking of the mattress beneath them.

Sam broke away from the kiss and moved his mouth over to the breast on Ivan's other side. Once again, he began suckling from the engorged teat, swallowing all the liquid it released. He reached up with one hand and began fondling one of Ivan's free breasts while his other wrapped around Ivan's back.

They were both moaning now. Their breaths became louder and harder.

Ivan felt a kick from one of the pups within his womb, a thrust of Sam's rod, and a flick on one nipple and the suckling mouth on the other. It was as if every possible sensation was occurring for him at the same time. His mind couldn't process all these feelings at once. All Ivan could feel was pure bliss.

He looked to his side, at a mirror he had setup on his dresser. He saw the fox going to town on himself in a mixture of disbelief and enjoyment. There was still the disconnect between the pregnant wolf with rows of heavy teats, and his own opinion of himself. For so long, the wolf he had been keep his image up as an alpha male. And yet, here he was, enjoying being fucked by the stud that had knocked him up, without any regrets.

Ivan gripped Sam's fur harder as his climax approached.

Sweat dripped from both of their bodies. The fox's thrusting picking up just a bit more speed as the end came nearer.

Sam once again moved his grip, this time down to Ivan's thighs. With one final thrust, he held Ivan in place and slammed into him. An explosion of pleasure erupted throughout Ivan's insides. He moaned in ecstasy, their bodies becoming limp.

Sam paused for a moment, catching his breath, before he slid out of Ivan and laid beside him.

* * *

Minutes passed, the only sound coming from both of their panting. Eventually, Sam stood up and stretched out his arms above his head. He looked at Ivan, who was still laying on his back, panting with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and grinned.

Sam walked over to the towel he had thrown onto the floor earlier. Pulling it aside, he wiped away some sweat and semen and then sat down next to his mate.

"So much for getting a shower," Sam chuckled, "I guess I need to get another one after that."

"Well," Ivan said, still dazed, "You could finish milking the rest of my breasts."

"If I did, I would be as fat as you are," Sam responded, giving the wolf's heavy belly a gentle rub, "Besides, I don't have the time to do that even if I wanted to."

The fox set the towel down next to Ivan and walked to the bathroom.

"Thank you for such a nutritious breakfast," he said closing the door.

A moment later Ivan could hear the sound of the shower running. He sat up, feeling the various bodily fluids he was covered in. Cum was dripping out of his opening, milk was still dripping down his chest, and the rest of his body was covered in sweat.

Once Sam was done with his shower, the wolf would take a nice long bath.

As he sat in the room alone, the wolf's mind drifted once more to the two secrets he was keeping from the fox. His mind was still swimming from the high of the fucking he had just gotten, causing his guilt to become even greater.

He should at least tell Sam about the company's offer. Maybe hearing what he thinks would convince him to do it.

Ivan leaned forward, putting his head into his hands.

A tightening across his abdomen occurred as continued to sit. It was a feeling he had become accustomed to ever since his incident where he thought he was going to labor. His Braxton Hicks usually happened once a day or so, but quickly dissipated within an hour. It was just a mild discomfort that was added on top of all the major ones.

His litter had beginning to settle down after the jostling they had gotten earlier, but the sudden tightening seemed to have woken them up. He rubbed his belly, trying to picture where each of their bodies were.

The shame and guilt only became stronger the more he thought of them. As much as the wolf kept telling himself that he did not want this, could he really argue that he wanted what he had before?

Ivan heard the water shut off from within the bathroom. A minute went by before Sam walked out in a clean towel.

"You want to clean yourself up," the fox asked as he walked over to a pile of his clothes on the floor.

Ivan continued sitting silent for a while. He was mulling over the thoughts running through his head while trying not to be distracted by the occasional tightening he had been feeling. It was when he heard Sam's voice that snapped out of his trance.

"I gotta head out. I'll be back before the ball drops tonight."

Ivan frantically looked up at Sam as he walked out the door.

"Wait," he yelled.

The fox pivoted around, suddenly wide eyed, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just need to-" he cut himself off. Did he really want to tell him?

"You need to," Sam said trailing off, "What?"

"That company that's been paying me gave me some news."

"Oh," he responded, the fox's eyes taking on an unexpected intensity, "What was it?"

"They gave me an offer," he grimaced as the sensation in his belly came back, "About possibly continuing to pay me."

Sam started nodding, "That's good. What's the offer?"

"They're willing to double my current weekly pay and extend it for the next year."

"Holy fuck. That's amazing. When do you start getting that extra pay?"

"I haven't accepted it."

Sam shook his head in confusion. He knew that Ivan had been getting paid a fair amount already. Doubling the pay in his mind was a no-brainer.

"Why haven't you accepted it yet?"

Ivan sighed, "Because it requires me to have a litter every four months for the duration of the contract."

They were both quiet for a while.

"Are you planning on accepting?"

"I've been stuck carrying your fucking kids for the last six weeks and have hated every second of it. Being pregnant for a full three months, just to get pregnant again sounds like hell."

Sam nodded slowly. His furrowed brow the only sign that he was deep in thought.

"So why haven't you turned it down yet?"

"Because I-" Ivan paused, "Well I was going to, but," he hesitated again, "I don't know. I guess I wanted your opinion."

Sam ran his hand over his head, looking away slightly, "My opinion doesn't matter though. You can accept it or reject it. In the end it's all up to you and what you want."

"You have no opinion on this," the wolf said in disbelief, "I figured you'd have some idea on what I should do."

"It's not that I don't have an opinion, it's just that my opinion isn't important. Just make sure that you are happy with whatever you choose," the fox turned around to head back out the door, "I have some stuff to go do, but I'll be back tonight like I said."

The door shut and Ivan was alone in the room. The tightness in his stomach returned, reminding him how close he was to giving birth.

With nothing else to think about, he began rubbing his stomach once more.

He laid down on the bed, no closer to an answer than he was prior to telling Sam. He lay quietly. He had no idea what would make him happy. He did not really have any pride left to lose if he accepted the money, but the idea of being a breeding bitch constantly under the telescope of some large company did not sit well with him.

Ivan groaned as his Braxton Hicks continued.

He would be happy if the damn fake contractions stopped.

* * *

His own ringing phone tore Ivan out of the world of dreams.

He groggily swung one arm over to the nightstand and grabbed it.

"Shit," the wolf muttered.

He had caught a glimpse at the clock. Somehow, he had fallen asleep for the last couple of hours. He was still right where he had laid down right after Sam had left.

Ivan looked at his phone, still only half awake. The caller was Sam.

He sat up, grimacing at the still present tightening of his belly.

"Hello?"

"Hey," he heard the fox's voice respond, "Uh, I was just calling to see if you still wanted to know my opinion."

Ivan grunted under the weight of his belly as he stood up, the tightness seemingly worse than when he went to sleep, "Yeah. I'd like to know."

"I think you should do it," he said, "I mean it's only for a year. You can get paid, and then when the contract's up, continue on with your life. Maybe by then they'd even have a way to reverse what that dog did to you."

Ivan nodded silently. The fox was right. The only question the wolf still had was what would he be doing for that year?

"I just want to say again," Sam continued, "At the end of the day, it is your decision," he paused for a moment, "I'll love you no matter what."

The length of silence extended well into uncomfortable territory for both of them.

"I'll see you later Sam," Ivan finally responded before hanging the phone up.

The wolf gritted his teeth as a painful ripple spread from the top of his belly down to his nether region. He leaned on the wall to catch his breath as the feeling faded. His hands attempting to massage the painfully stretched out skin.

"Fuck you bastards are getting impatient."

He slowly made his way into the bathroom and start filling the tub. He figured a bath with warm water would be the best way to relieve the painful cramping he was having.

He waited as the water filled, the steam building up in the room. Another excruciating cramp caused him to squat in the middle of the bathroom.

He was panting by the time the most recent attack ended.

"Oh shit. No, no, no," he pleaded as he grabbed his phone and started looking up labor symptoms.

There was pretty much no way he was just having Braxton Hicks. These were coming in way too regular, and way too strong.

He was halfway through reading the list that appeared in his web search when another contraction tore through him. A pained cry was forced of him as he once again began squatting involuntarily.

Ivan shut the water off for the bathtub and waddled into his room as quickly as possible.

He threw a pair of sweatpants onto the bed and the largest maternity shirt he owned. Neither really fit him anymore, but he doubted anyone would care. He certainly did not.

After getting his pants and shirt on, and after fighting another contraction, he was finally ready to start heading to the hospital.

He quickly phoned Sam and began his slow plodding down the stairs.

"Hello," he heard the fox's voice say.

"I need you to take me to the hospital," the wolf said, half out of breath from going down the stairs.

"Wait, what-"

"I'm going into labor you asshole," Ivan practically screamed as his most recent contraction caught him off guard.

"Oh- Fuck," Sam muttered, "Are you sure it's for real this time?"

Almost as if his body had a sense of irony, Ivan felt an internal "pop" happen within him. Immediately after, liquid leaked out of him and into the sweatpants he had just changed into.

He looked down at himself in disbelief. A large, dark, wet spot had formed in the center of his pants and he could see that the liquid dripping onto the wood floor.

"I'm pretty fucking sure since my water fucking broke," he yelled hanging up the phone.

The wolf was on the verge of tears as he tried to figure out if it was worth running up the stairs to change his pants.

The pain from the newest in the series of his contractions as a no.

Ivan began pacing back and forth through the frat house. Every new contraction bringing tears to his eyes.

Looking at the clock on his phone, he watched as the time between contractions slipped from ten minutes, to eight, and then seven. By the time the Fox burst through the front door, the time between contractions had hit five minutes.

As quickly as they were physically able to, the fox and the birthing wolf made their way to the car.

Ivan was unsure of the actual time it took to get to the hospital, but he did know that only two contractions occurred between getting into the car and entering the emergency room.

The wolf was practically screaming during each contraction by the time he had been laid into a bed. He could feel the bodies of the kits within him entering his birth canal. The bodies felt massive within him as they slowly made the painful journey to his opening.

Time seemed to slow as the first head began to crown. Every contraction made the wolf wish he was dead. After what felt like an eternity of fruitless pushing, he could feel the head of the first kit come free.

It took a couple more contractions before the first of his litter came free.

The crying startled the wolf out of the trance he had been in. He looked around frantically as he tried to see where the first of his kits were.

Sam, who seemed to have been beside him through the whole ordeal walked over carrying what looked like a massive fur ball. While the kit looked very obviously Vulpine in terms of the shape of his head and ears, the color of its fur was as dark of a black as Ivan's own.

A sudden maternal instinct seemed to come over him. He felt like he would have cried, but another contraction reminded him of the nine other little devils that still needed to come out.

The ordeal continued into the night. By the time the last of his kits were birthed, the wolf thought he was going to die of exhaustion.

"This one was born right at midnight," the nurse said, bringing the kit over for him to see, "You seem to have nine perfectly healthy New Year's Eve kits, and one born on New Year's day. Congratulations!"

Eventually Sam and Ivan were left alone after all of the nurses and doctors had left the room, taking the kits into the newborn nursery.

"Sam," the wolf tiredly said.

The fox looked up from his chair.

"I'm going to accept that deal."

Sam nodded, "It would make the most sense," he paused before standing up and walking over to the door, "I should probably let you rest."

Ivan looked Sam in the eyes as he stood in the doorway, "I love you Sam."