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Anomalies - Part 2 (Commission for ShrapnelTheWolf)
🕑 Added 2021-08-23 10:18:06 +0000 UTCTAGS: Breeding/Bred, Hyper, Exotic Hyper (Ovaries), Hyper Preg
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In fact, getting out of the house and into that sort of night life without her mother finding out would be the hardest part; as much as Liz loved her mom, the last thing she needed was to have the older serval on her ass, begging her to make some grandchildren already, or worse, deciding to actively cheerlead for whatever romantic conquest their daughter brought home. It was bad enough that Cynthia could clearly tell something was wrong with Elizabeth’s body and yet chose to say nothing about it, the younger cat did not need that extra burden on her mind… but what she did have was some money saved up, and her mom’s vacation was coming up soon, so putting two and two together left a very unhappy wallet behind, but a near-cackling Elizabeth who realized just what sort of power she wielded. Sure, it’d be immediately obvious what her plans were the moment she suggested that her mother take an extended trip to a hotel with a spa for a few days, but she figured it’d be better to weather the initial wave of embarrassment than have to deal with an actively hazardous minefield walking around the house all day; indeed, there were a good couple of hours after Elizabeth made the offer where her face was stained tomato-red as her mother paced around ranting and raving about how her little girl had grown up so much and how she was so happy to finally be a grandmother, and all manner of unconscionably lewd things that were best not noted down for posterity. This carried on all throughout the following few days, during which Cynthia made it explicit that she actually expected her daughter to be expecting already, given the obvious baby bumps she had on display there, only to be entirely caught by surprise when Elizabeth sat them down and explained, in excruciating detail, what sort of biological madness was going on within her body. To the older serval’s credit, though they very obviously did the mental math required to understand what was going to happen in their absence, they decided not to say anything, though that sly smile they kept on their face whenever they looked at Liz said more than a million words could, and was powerful enough that Elizabeth had to actively shy away from its powerful glare. In fact, perhaps the worst part about the two cats’ interactions before Cynthia went off to spend a few days out of the way was how the older one had decided that her energy was better spent teasing her daughter in various creative, but ultimately non-verbal ways; rather than the usual fare of open, casual sexuality, it would appear that the momma serval realized that a more subtle approach would be far more effective, coupled with a few occasions where she “tripped” in just the right way to give Liz’s expanded ovaries a good rubdown. It was a contest of wits and physical stamina that could only be won through sheer endurance, and seeing as Cynthia had by far the deepest reserves, her daughter was, for once, glad to see her leave for the foreseeable future; when she closed the door behind her, Elizabeth let loose a sigh of relief, her body heat dissipating into the atmosphere as a million tons slipped off from her shoulders. She was free, at long last, and for the next week or so wouldn’t have to worry about anyone interfering with her plans, no matter how flimsy and poorly thought out they were; starting that night, she was going to hit a series of dance clubs downtown that catered exclusively to hyper-sized individuals, and as the gods were her witnesses, she was going to find the biggest, most fat-cocked boytoy in them and bring him home on a leash if she had to… which was, by all accounts, a chillingly accurate assessment of what would end up happening later that night. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that her entrance would make such a stir; after all, Liz made sure to bring her most provocative attire to bear, that being an effectively skintight outfit that, though it required a hefty dose of acrobatics and non-insignificant knowledge of engineering to fit into, managed to not only hug her curves so tightly that her bloated ovaries were on full display… but also kept her tits nice and plump and pushed up against one another, with the “dress” only covering their bottom third and a small triangle up to her nipples. Not that this did much, given that the shape of her buds was still perfectly visible for anyone to see, not to mention a significant chunk of her areolae, but if anyone asked, she was still technically dressed, so she couldn’t be arrested for indecent exposure. Coupled with her size being what it was, and really, Elizabeth shouldn’t have been so taken aback by the number of suitors who immediately threw themselves at her, believing that their faux charm would help bring them some hot serval titty action back home. Little did they know that the more they pushed, the less results they would get; Liz was looking for a big lug, a breeder above all things, who’d think with his dick first and whatever counted as a brain never, a huge pile of fur that could keep her warm at night, but inside and out… and while the initial wave of pickup artists and chancers made it difficult for the feline to notice anyone that fit the bill, it just so happened that after she brushed most of them aside, someone instantly caught her eye, someone who so perfectly fill the bill, someone who ticked such a numerous amount of the arbitrary boxes that she had set up for her hypothetical date, that it almost felt like the universe had handed her some sort of cheat code. In fact, for but an instant, Liz assumed that the man she was looking at had to be gay, because there was no way the cosmos would just give her someone like him on a silver platter without there being a catch somehow… but she was still going to try. Really, how couldn’t she? There, sitting on a couch, looking both entirely at home with how big they were and like a fish out of water with how much they clearly had no idea what to do with any part of their body, was a wolf. They were massive, easily over nine feet in height, and though they weren’t built like a bodybuilder, their muscle tone was still there for all to see underneath their tight shirt; with the amount of fluff they had coming out of their neckline and sleeves, one could only imagine how adorably comfortable they must be to hug, and with the kind of expression they had stamped on whenever their friends tried to engage with them, there was most likely not a lot going on behind those cute little puppy-dog eyes of there. They were obviously dragged in there by their companions, all of whom were significantly smaller, and though the wolf reacted in the obvious manner whenever he laid eyes on anyone particularly curvaceous, it was also somewhat clear that they had no real idea how to react in that sort of environment; really, Liz was doing him a favour bringing him back to her place, after the massive canine’s supposed “friends” dragged them all the way to somewhere the poor guy didn’t want to be at… at least, judging from their expression. Given what they had going between their legs, they were probably the happiest they’d ever been, at least in a visceral, more base level, though Elizabeth was certain that she could one-up whatever the dance club could offer; one thing was for certain though, she could not afford to let that gorgeous hunk of a wolf go, not when their dick and balls were so gargantuan that she could probably curl up inside one of the latter and still have room left, and the former was so enormous that its outline made it painfully obvious that any attempts on Liz’s part to take that monster would result in some kind of physical injury. She didn’t care though; she saw a colossal cock and a titanic pair of cumtanks and her mind immediately pointed her towards that direction, demanding that she do something about that opportunity before it slipped between her fingers and someone else seduced the wolf away from her. Hell, she found herself walking towards him without even realizing she was doing so, and just moments after the serval spotted this enormous stud, she was standing in front of him on the other side of a table, having completely silenced every single person in the canine’s party. They all looked at her, staring as if they didn’t know whether to hoot and holler or beg for Liz to do unspeakable things to them; their eyes darted from her tits down to her ovaries and back, unable to tell just what they were looking at… but not the wolf. No, he was staring directly into her eyes, apparently mesmerized by how Elizabeth herself was looking straight at him as well; perhaps the big guy was so used to the way people were immediately attracted to the obvious that having someone so defiantly refuse to veer their eyesight downwards was, in its weird way, attractive to him, or perhaps it was the strength of will on full display when the serval simply stood there, arms crossed over her massive tits, more or less commanding him to get up and follow her without uttering a single word. So he did; absent any warning, he pushed his friends aside and nearly tipped the table over in his frantic rush to Liz’s side, looking even bigger now that he had the opportunity to stand up properly with their backs straight… and making it even more obvious just how immensely outmatched the serval was compared to the package she was lusting after. Really, it was bigger than she was, enough that the wolf had to drag it out in front of him with what were clearly custom-made pants; any person with half a mind in them would recognize that it was impossible for them to take that monster without some hyper sizes themselves, which Elizabeth most certainly did not have anywhere that mattered, and yet, she still found herself literally salivating over the sight. It was too tantalizing not too, there was too much man meat, so much of it that all she could think to do was push her hands into those nuts and squeeze them as hard as she could, all while demanding the wolf breed her until the sun came back up; regrettably, even establishments like those typically frowned on their clientele fucking one another in plain sight of everyone, so in the absense of any back rooms for Liz to pay for, she instead pulled on the wolf’s shirt and led him straight out the front door, strutting along as she did. So confident was her power walk that the bouncer didn’t even ask whether or not the giant being led out by the proverbial collar had filled out his card with the spending minimums, knowing as they did that the guy probably had far more in his mind than whatever meagre sum they spent inside the club. That, and given the way that Liz glared at said bouncer when they tried to ask anyway, it was perhaps for the best that no one interfered, lest they end up without a face.
The walk back to her place was short enough that the serval didn’t even bother asking for a name; the sheer dominance of it, the ability to carry that big lug by her hand without so much as a word, was enough to leave her legs quivering with anticipation… and that colossal pillar of cockmeat behind her audibly pulsating with need certainly helped as well. The last thing Liz expected was to immediately snag someone of that size, but now that she had, she wasn’t going to even so much as question it, lest the universe decide this was too much and start stripping away the fantasy; thankfully, no one on the streets at that hour meant that the two of them were left undisturbed all the way to the serval’s front door, which was just as great, given that neither of them were exactly dressed in a way as to not immediately make it obvious what they intended to do. Liz with her impossibly revealing dress and the unnamed wolf wearing nothing but a tight t-shirt and a pair of form-fitting pants that left nothing to the imagination, the latter being tugged by the former with such strength that they occasionally whined whenever the tugs were too much for them to handle… which, given the size difference, shouldn’t have come as a surprise when they were obviously sexually charged. By the time the door closed behind the two, their clothes didn’t last for longer than a couple of seconds; as much as Elizabeth’s choice of attire hadn’t been cheap, it was frankly worthless compared to the sort of promise that her lover for the night’s junk held, making it incredibly easy for her to simply produce the claws on her left hand and rip the damned thing apart into shreds as she pulled it on, fully revealing her own curvaceous form, with the special bonus clearly visible underneath her chest-obscuring breasts. Amazingly enough, this still wasn’t sufficient to pull the wolf’s attention from her eyes; the poor thing hadn’t said a single thing, which contrasted so heavily with how much taller they were that Elizabeth began to feel a certain twinge of… something. She’d never been the dominant type, at least not in the bedroom, but there was a certain enjoyment to the sense that her presence was so overwhelming to that big lug that they couldn’t even muster the mental capacity to put sounds together into coherent words, let alone sentences; it made her feel like she was in charge, for once, and that despite everything else going on with her life, she had least had the final decision when it came to what was going to happen that night. It just so happened, however, that what she wanted to do was to get railed by a dick the size of her body, and she wasn’t about to wait any longer; crossing her arms over her bust again, she nodded towards the colossal package the wolf sported, saying nothing as she waited for her current boytoy to figure out what he was supposed to do. To his credit, he almost instantly picked up on the suggestion, not even bothering with taking his clothes off the proper way either; being so much bigger than Liz, it was obvious that they had the strength to pull fabric apart, and seeing as their clothes were literally just the regular stuff, merely upscaled, all it took was a single pull for both his shirt and pants to come right off, revealing two things: first, a toned physique that made Elizabeth’s whole body shiver once she caught saw of those rock-hard abs and a set of pecs that she knew, for a fact, she was going to be using as pillows before the night was over. And secondly, a cock and pair of balls of such great size that, were it not for the fact that she still had a shred of sentience left in her, Liz would’ve thrown herself at them just so she could drape her entire body around a virile package that she’d never, in a million years, let go of. The outline hadn’t been lying either, that cock was easily bigger than her entire torso, far larger than what she had between her legs, making it downright impossible for her to even think about taking that monster; the wolf seemed to recognize this, as his eyes finally moved away from the serval’s, only to glance down at himself, then back at his companion, then back again and over around, as if trying to ask if Liz was certain about what she was trying to do. In all honesty, she wasn’t, because the thought of doing it was absolutely terrifying to her… in the hallway, at least. No chance in hell that she’d be caught dead being fucked like an animal in such a tight space when she had an entire living room to use and potentially fill up; it just so happened that the sight of that cock and pair of cumtanks was so powerful that it took her a few moments to find her bearings, and to recover some semblance of a consciousness after it fluttered away to cloud nine for a full immersion bath of primal bliss. No, she was in charge there, she had to take charge, and that meant taking the wolf’s hand and dragging him behind her, not even bothering to think about how she lacked the strength to do so; if the lupine giant knew what was good for him, he’d follow suit without asking questions, ready to answer his mistress’ every call as if his life depended on it. Not once did his hand leave hers, and not once did he even so much as make a peep, nor ask if Elizabeth was absolutely sure of what she was going to do; no, to him, the sight of that beautiful serval, one so outrageously stacked that her backboob was about as wide as her entire torso, was enough to leave him unable to think straight… that, and the rest. It’d be disingenuous to claim that the wolf hadn’t seen what made Liz special, or that his hormonal system hadn’t been instantly triggered by the feline’s arrival thanks to the veritable cloud of pheromones wafting from her, all without Elizabeth herself even realizing. The giant of a man might not know exactly what those lumps in the cat’s belly were, nor how dangerous they were should he help to fertilize her, but he did understand, on a deep and instinctive level, that this woman that had taken him to her home was fertile, was wanting to be knocked up and bred like a rabbit in heat, and to be frank, that’s all he really needed to know. Hell, he was already in full flow just thinking about it; though his release would have to come at the end of some hard-won exertion on both their parts, the veritable river of precum spurting from his cock was already more than enough. While it wasn’t as thick as the real deal, it was certainly a great deal thicker than most males’ out there, and came delivered in such vast quantities that one would probably need several breeders’ worth of spunk production just to begin to think about competing with him; this, above all things, made it difficult for the wolf to find willing mates, seeing as few people had the courage to try and ride someone who could probably pop them like balloons without even realizing it. But there was something different about this one, this serval who instantly dropped to her knees in front of him when the two walked into the living room; as he leaned down, placing his nearly-exaggeratedly large paws on her perky butt, gently pushing the cheeks apart to make room for his tip, the wolf couldn’t help but feel like this one would actually be capable of taking him at his fullest. He didn’t know how, or why, or indeed if such a thing was even possible to begin with, but judging by the near-desperate tone she was using to call for him, begging for her “mate” to breed her, stuff her, and do a great many horrifically lewd things to her, clearly Elizabeth didn’t either. The two of them were beyond the realms of the logical or purely physical, had transcended the “if” into the “certainly”; it was no longer a matter of whether or not the wolf could fit into her, purely that she wanted him to fit… so he would. That was the one thought in his mind when he bucked his hips forward, plunging himself as deeply as he could into the serval’s tight ass, knowing for a fact that things would somehow sort themselves out; in that one moment, for there was really no need for preparation or any kind of foreplay, the full flow of his precum was directed into her body, nary a drop to be wasted on the carpet as it had until then. Anyone else would’ve overflowed, probably even begun spitting the stuff out from their mouths after the pressure hose of pre filled them up from one end to another, turning their entire body into little more than a cum balloon for the wolf to fill… but not Elizabeth. Whether it was her indomitable desire to be turned into a breeding machine or some lucky trick of genetics, her body seemed to take quite well to the sudden injection of mass on her lover’s part, as rather than bloating outwards like a ball being filled with water, it instead… well, it did grow, it did expand, but perhaps not in the way that either of the two were expecting. Truth be told, even Liz herself was hoping for some “cumflation”, as she heard happened between hypers, the idea that her body would be stretched out past capacity and turned into a cum dumpsters as her gut was used to store copious, near-ungodly amounts of the wolf’s seed (or whatever else came before it, at least); instead, her physical form apparently decided that she was better off using all that precum to make easier for the real load to be delivered, by way of making her ass bigger. There was no other way to explain it other than, by some inexplicable mechanism, her body was turning every ounce of precum being pumped into her into yet more ass; not that there was much there to begin with… which was probably why it was happening in the first place. Perhaps her body had decided that she needed readjustments before she could take the full size of that beast of a cock plowing into her so savagely, and seeing as the wolf wasn’t going to take it gentle, went with the quickest, most efficient route, granting her a gargantuan dump truck of a rear that only grew bigger with each thrust on her lover’s part. Each time he slammed his base into her, it would plap louder, and each round would take less time as a result of her ass ballooning outwards with additional mass; before long, the wolf wasn’t so much cupping her cheeks as he was sinking his oversized paws into them, sinking them nearly all the way in to wrist, a measurement that was slowly surpassed bit by bit whenever he hilted himself inside of that magically growing bottom he was pistoning into. For the nine-foot giant, this couldn’t have come at a better time; while he was content with accepting that his lover was willing to take him, he couldn’t deny that there was still some part of him that still held back, at least for the first few seconds before realizing what was happening in front of him. Now that the serval’s butt had grown large enough that it was oversized even for him, he didn’t have to worry in the slightest; hell, he could barely even see where he was plunging his cock into, having to rely mostly on tactile feedback than anything else, and even then he was convinced he often missed the mark, seeing as the overall tightness was such that he ceased being able to determined when he actually managed to fill the serval up even more. Soon though, he’d get into a rhythm, having realized that the best indicator was the growth itself; whenever he loaded her up with even more precum, that ass would burgeon outwards just a bit more, packing pound after pound until it became genuinely difficult for the wolf to hold up without being pinned down underneath its weight! All of this, however, could only end in one way, even if it would surprise the lupine just as much as it would Elizabeth herself; the latter assumed, not without cause, that the giant she brought home would have enough stamina to rail her until the sun came back up, and the former was used to logics-defying feats such as those as a matter of course, thanks precisely to his physique, making it very surprising when he felt… it. The sensation was hard to explain, seeing as the wolf never went through it when he was remotely sensate, and having it sneak up on him like it did was an entirely novel experience for which he didn’t have any words to describe; he knew what it was, knew what it heralded, and would’ve said something in an attempt to warn his lover that he was about to cum, but really, what was the point? He was quite literally balls deep inside of her, practically crushed underneath an ass that kept growing the more he pumped into it, belonging to a serval who obviously wasn’t about to ask him to even so much as slow down any time soon, much less stop; it left him in a position that had a single way out, that being to blast her insides with a few loads of seed and honestly just hope for the best, as there was nothing else he could do. It had been so little time, under a minute really, enough that the wolf was left feeling somewhat embarrassed that he had broken so quickly; thoughts that would blank out the moment it came crashing into him, the moment of climax that he saw coming from a mile away and yet still managed to surprise him just as much as it always did. He felt its impact, like his body had been going at the speed of a runaway train and then smacked straight into a wall; it was the sort of jolt that made his entire mind reboot itself from the strain of even trying to understand it, and if not for the fact that the serval’s ass had grown to be so colossal, it was very likely that their living room would’ve been given a fresh new coat of paint on every surface, judging from how loudly the wolf’s nuts churned and gurgled in that one moment. Of course, all that spunk had to go somewhere, and the over-eager lug had a couple of seconds to put the pieces together and realize what was about to happen; he didn’t, owing to his mind having broken into pieces as a consequence of his orgasm, but some part of him at least recognized what the pieces at least were to begin with. He was used to explosive climaxes, so much so that it really wasn’t unusual for him to literally cover an entire wall with his loads after his lover du jour was completely full, and this was with partners who were just as much of a hyper as he was. This one though, this tiny little serval, had seemed and felt entirely innocuous to the wolf, at least until the clothes were off and he noticed the two lumps on her belly… but that seemed so distant at that point. She was too small, too diminutive to really take him at his fullest, and even with her rear having grown to such absurd dimensions for no discernible reason, some part of the wolf knew that she couldn’t handle the whole thing; sadly, it was no longer in his hands, nor did he get to make that decision, because Liz had decided for him. She was going to take it all, she was going to have her insides painted white, and if her partner knew what was good for him, he’d have another set of cartridges ready to be fired the moment his first orgasm abated; it was for this reason that, rather than simply staying in a knelt position with her ass pointed towards the heavens, Liz instead heaved herself backwards until she sat on top of her lovable source of hyper-virile spunk, immobilizing the poor guy completely just as she felt the bubbling volcano about to erupt. She knew, instinctively, that this was a poor decision; if the wolf’s pre had already done such a number on her, who knew what his actual cum could do? Would it have the same transformative properties? Would her body know what to do with it, and just make more ass? And, perhaps most importantly, was there still time to try and get up so that she could stuff that cock somewhere where it could be more productive, rather than between her asscheeks? All questions that used to matter, questions that in an alternate timeline might’ve been entertained for longer, but in this particular instance, were swept aside with the tidal wave of jizz that was unleashed into her. Whatever predictions Elizabeth had made were completely destroyed as the sheer quantity of spunk she felt on first impact alone was enough to shatter whatever insane records she had set up precisely for the wolf to work towards; there was no warning, no build-up, just a colossal amount of high-potency cum pouring into her at a speed so absurd that it was almost impossible to how imagine how her body wouldn’t turn into a blimp at that rate… except, of course, for the fact that it didn’t. Her belly remained the same size as before, looking terribly undersized compared to a lower body that appeared to have gained a liking to packing on mass whenever it felt itself being bloated. The transformation itself was too quick for either of the two to really gauge properly; the wolf was stuck underneath the ass itself and Elizabeth, perched atop it, didn’t bother to open her eyes for the duration, preferring instead to focus on the overwhelming sensation of fullness that came with having her insides filled with what felt like dozens of gallons of wolf cum, pressurized in such a way that it felt more like red-hot tar for the few seconds that it was allowed to exist before her body absorbed it. The walls were the first things to go, with the serval feeling her cheeks pressing against opposite ends for a couple of moments before the sense of pressure just vanished, along with a sound that could be charitably described as what would happen if crumbling stone was ground together with sand and then instantly muffled underneath the largest pillow possible; an odd thought to have, but it was the only way that Elizabeth could rationalize what was happening, especially after the ceiling came down on her but a second later. She would’ve expected her back to snap the moment she slammed into it, but either her body in general was sturdier than she expected or her ass had grown so much that her torso and head were no longer the highest point of her body; either way, the roof over her head ceased being, rapidly followed by the rest of whatever was left of the house as the spunk kept flowing into her and her organism apparently decided that it should turn every ounce of it into an equal amount of serval pudge. It was all over in just a handful of seconds, not even enough for Liz to get a good moan out, and yet it was all it took for her mother’s house to just… vanish. It was probably still there, buried underneath her colossal frame, not so much a dump truck of an ass as much as it was a freight ship, big enough to utterly eclipse the former residence and take up its place as the newest biggest thing in the neighborhood. Were Elizabeth to open her eyes, she would’ve seen how she was higher up that any of the other house on her street, high enough to cause a certain amount of trepidation for someone who had historically not been that great with heights; were Elizabeth to open her eyes, she would see a vast ocean of ass and thigh, softness brought to its logical extreme as her body had, seemingly, magnified itself. There were no striations, no stretch marks, no signs of damage or even any sacrifices made; her legs were just as soft and pliable as they always had been, her butt was actually bouncier than before, and overall, she had become an absolute monster of a serval… and, perhaps even better, she could still feel the cock inside of her. It took some time before her brain rebooted properly, at least enough for her to understand why that was so important or why she felt so aroused just thinking about it; the cat was so out of it that she didn’t even consider the possibility that the wolf might’ve grown along with her! When she did, or rather, when she stumbled onto the realization that if she still felt that shaft stretching her tailhole out, then it had to be positively gargantuan as well, her eyes shot wide open, glinting madly in the night for any who dared look up at her rather than just that behemothian rear she sported. Better yet, though she had initially failed to pick up on it, there was clearly something squirming down there underneath one of her cheeks, something warm, something fuzzy, and something that was very much alive and still trying to thrust into her; if only she had bothered to ask for the wolf’s name, Elizabeth would’ve instantly cried out for it in the loudest, lewdest moaning fashion she could muster, even if she knew perfectly well that there was no way the guy could hear her, stuck underneath such a colossal, pillowy muffler as he was. In fact, as far as Liz cared, there was only one way that things could progress, at least assuming that the nominal goal of having invited the big guy over to her place was till the same one; as much as she enjoyed having her body transformed into the sort of thing that a hyper-grade broodmother would have, even if she’d be stuck panicking over it once emotions died down and her more rational side prevailed, she didn’t pick the wolf up because he’d be good at leaving her with a fatter ass. It was certainly a bonus, sure, but he was there to breed her, and he couldn’t well do that if his cock was still stuck in the same place; a change of scenery was in order, and for that, the two of them needed to switch positions. Now, actually moving was a different matter altogether, as Elizabeth wasn’t certain she could even do such a thing at the size she was at; perhaps it was mechanically possible, but with her upper body being the same size as always and her lower one being several orders of magnitude bigger, the biomechanics involved were so mindboggling and impossible to grasp that the only thing the serval managed to do was gently wiggle around for a few seconds before realizing she had apparently forgotten how to even use her legs. Liz began worrying, not that she’d be immobile for the rest of her life, but that she’d never receive the breeding she so desperately wanted when she was already so close to it; maybe this was joke the universe played on her, having delivered such a perfect breeding specimen right to her doorstep only to have the entire process fall apart at literally the last minute.
How fortuitous, then, that the wolf began to push.
