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Bound For Hell Ch. 02
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Fangs in her shoulder. Biting hard enough to almost pierce the skin. Feeling her go limp and gasp. Skin against my fur. Wetness touching the tip of my cock. Gripping every inch as I slide into her. My knot stretching her wide open until she screams from it. That delicious little pop when the lips engulf me. Growling in her ear and smiling when she shivers and shoves back against me, unable to stop herself from her own needs.
I can't see them. Their voices and sounds are warbling just beyond my hearing. Their smells are faint. I can feel them and I take delight in it. Filling them. Pounding into them. My endless prey. My broodmares. My-
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My alarm wakes me and I growl at it while my ears twitch and flex. I can't remember where I put my phone. I- I can't even remember when I last had it. What did I do last night?
Why am I on the floor?
And naked?
I push myself up while rubbing my arms and I search for my phone, finding it in my purse where I'd dropped it on the ground by the door. Not even hung up. I'm surprised I even heard it. My bangs bulge over the small ridged bumps on my forehead and my little tail rubs against the curve of my ass cheeks.
My nostrils widen as I huff and inhale, smelling the steak stored within the fridge. Skin fractures around my nostrils and the very tip swells while pulling back slightly. I pad into the kitchen, open the fridge and tear into one of the many steak packages I bought yesterday. Red juice dribbles down to my bare stomach and into the fur covering my crotch as I rip into the meat.
I paw at my clit while eating and idly stroke myself until I'm done and then I finish myself off, growling and grunting with my ass pressed into the counter. My toenails thicken before bowing up and curving outward to tap against the tile floor every time I pull down on my sheath.
A thin callus bulges over my forefeet while black hairs pierce the delicate skin on my toes. They creep slowly over the top of my feet and down, over the thin skin between my toes and around to the bottom of my feet. When the callus inflates, my feet slide on the smooth floor.
My fangs snap at the air as soon as I cum and I hiss and growl from the incomplete release. Two hardened black bumps appear on the top of the end of my tail.
"Not enough," I growl as I move towards the bathroom to shower. I try again beneath the cold water but, despite two orgasms, I still feel the dull, unreleased pressure hidden within my pussy.
As I stand out of the shower and towel myself off, clear liquid seeps from my pussy lips to run down my leg before tangling with the scattered fur covering the inside of my thighs. Soft skin presses together at the bottom of my pussy, partially sealing it. More of my juices run down my leg when the flesh closes higher, leaving a small hole where my slit was before.
The skin on my outer labia loosens slightly before becoming wrinkled. I scratch at it briefly before hanging my towel on its hook. Wet black fur covers its entire surface.
Back in my room, I stare at my skirts before taking a pair of slacks down along with a blouse that highlights the curves of my braless breasts while doing nothing to hide my hard black nipples. The slacks hang awkwardly on my body, loose against the hips but tight on my waist.
My claws scrape against my hidden horns as I grab my purse and head to work.
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Three other cars are parked in the mostly empty parking lot outside the small building where I work. I recognize my manager's overpriced BMW and Jack's old truck and I think the little Corolla belongs to Susan, one of our inside sales people. Not even half of our employees. Not even a fourth.
The steering wheel shudders when I clench against it, suddenly furious that I was told to come in despite my fever. It's... unsettling. I'm normally a calm person. I swear. But this asshole fucking told me to come in - demanded I come in when I could've been working from home? The muscles within my forearm coil and tighten.
Indentations remain on the steering wheel when I take my hands away and the driver's side door squeals when I shove it open. The car itself rocks slightly as I step out, swaying on its shocks before settling back in place. As I walk towards the entrance, my two inch long tail lashes angrily within the confines of my slacks.
No receptionist greets me. They let her go a few weeks after everything slowed down.
Susan is the first person I see and I stop and stare. My eyes are playing tricks on me because the air is shimmering around her and there's this scent - a fetid stench that is somehow paradoxically arousing. Just a hint of it that comes and goes.
"Good morning," she says, likely smiling behind her facemask due to the slight crinkle in her eyes.
I return the greeting with a grunt and make my way to my cubicle. Jack's on the phone in his office. My ears twitch. It's not a customer. It's a woman and I can hear the faint sounds of her Valley Girl voice through his closed door twenty feet away. He calls her Tara and tells her he can't want to see her later that night.
His wife's name is Julie. I know this for a fact.
There's a delicious throbbing low in my pants and I push at it as I listen to him talk about all the things he's going to do to this woman. My hand pulls at my aching clit. Squeezes it. Strokes it with a quiet growl.
Cheating is, of course, disgusting. However, the idea of him doing it makes me hard. My bare nipples push against my blouse and I grunt while pulling at my tugging my little sheath over my clit.
The strange thing is, I'm not getting off on the fantasy of him having a secret affair. No, my mind runs through the simulation. Imagining him lying to his wife. Digging his hole deeper. Sneaking off at random times. Trash talking poor, blameless Julie to Tara as he pounds into her and spends money on her with his wife waiting for him at home.
Digging and digging and digging until a hole opens to the smell of sulfur and the screams of the damned.
It's the sin that calls to me and I hunch over, one hand clawing at a partition as I stroke myself to completion in the middle of the open office. Gasping and scraping the metal frame when the small orgasm explodes within. I feel dampness touch my inner thighs and I smile with a sly glance towards Jack's office before walking to the other side of the office towards my own desk.
Two hours later, I'm ignoring my work to read lurid stories online when I hear someone coming, followed by hints of a rotten smell that reminds me of the strange scent I picked up from Susan.
Brian.
I roll my eyes and tab over to my code seconds before he appears.
"My office. Now. I-" he stops as I stand. Hesitant suddenly before firming his expression.
Was he always this small? We're the same height, but he just seems... lesser somehow. When he turns, I follow with an even, unhurried pace and I close his door when we walk into his office.
He doesn't sit in his overpriced chair. Instead, he whirls. Reddened cheeks and neck with a heated expression and I swear I can almost smell his irritation.
"There've been no commits since Saturday afternoon," he snapped. "You've been here, what? Thirty minutes and-"
"Two hours," I correct with the hint of a smirk on my face. When he tries to continue, I raise a single finger and his face darkens. How strange. I can't seem to care. Such a pathetic little man. "Sorry, two hours and sixteen minutes."
"Don't interrupt me!" he screeches. "Don't you dare interrupt me! You know how important this project is and the deadline-"
I move and he takes a surprised half-step backwards.
"I know how important this project is to you," I growl while taking one slow step after another. He retreats until he bumps into the edge of his desk. "You set the timeline for this. You sold this to management without consulting the rest of us."
"How dare-! You can't talk to-" he stutters but I lean in, inches from his face.
"You know what you are?" I ask with my lips drawn back to show my fangs.
I can hear his heartbeat speeding beneath his chest. He swallows and suppresses a whimper. I lean further until my lips almost touch his ear and my hand grips his shoulder. The dark lines cracking my sclera expand, leaking until my ears are pure black.
"You're a little bitch," I snarl. He gasps but it's quiet and not quite in anger. "And do you know what bitches do, Brian?"
An invisible part of me snakes out to snatch the scent that surrounds him, clutching it and sending shockwaves back into him. Exerting my will against his sin.
I stand straight to stare into his eyes with my pupils constricted to slits. He stares at his own sweating reflection until my hand pushes against his shoulder. His knees buckle, forcing him down to the ground while my left hand unzips my slacks.
"N- no," he whimpers. "I- I-"
"Suck it," I growl, reaching for my distended clit. My fleshy sheath is covered in silky black fur and I squeeze it.
"Please, I- I c- can't, I-"
My growl cuts him off and he moans while reaching out a trembling hand. His finger slides through my fur, warm and softer than they should be.
"Suck it. Suck my dick, Brian," the words are out without a thought.
It just feels right and I growl as I watch him lean forward while staring at the plain golden band on his ring finger. My eyes flick up to the photo on the edge of his desk - a drunken Brian and his trophy wife half his age. I smile and stare back down as he bends forward. Taking my hand away from the sheath, I grip his hair instead and pull, shoving his face into my bush.
"Your tongue," I snarl. "Use your tongue and mouth."
He whimpers again but complies and I smile with wide, bright eyes when I watch my manager's little tongue peek out. My claws scrape his scalp and he gets the idea.
"What a good little bitch," I say when his tongue touches the vein on the side of my clit. My voice is rougher from all the growling. Deeper.
He's awkward as he licks with hesitant little strokes over the shaft and open to the unbroken tip. I pull again and then moan while leaning my head back as his lips part and he takes me into his mouth.
I'm so fucking hard. A second vein lifts from the surface of my clit and the skin stretches, pushing forward. I can feel his tongue rubbing against it and I hiss before pushing and pulling his head. Guiding him until he's bobbing back and forth with drool sliding down his chin.
Brian chokes when my lengthening clit brushes his uvula. He tries to pull off but I growl and my bicep bulges, easily keeping him in place. After a few seconds, he moves again.
The constant pressure deep in my guts is shifting. I can feel it moving as my ovaries detach and flow through my vaginal canal. My outer labia flops lightly against the fur covering my crotch as they dangle and the wrinkled skin stretches.
With a painful little pinching pop, my testicles emerge into the labia, one and then the other while new tissue forms to connect them within my scrotum. Juices drip steadily from my pussy until, suddenly a large glob spurts out, forced from within when my pussy finally seals itself completely shut.
I can feel the tip of my cock brushing against the roof of his mouth. He gags and swallows and gags again. A third time and he pauses. And then he pushes forward slowly. I glance down to see a strange look of concentration mixed with lust. I growl as he slides his tongue over the slick skin of my cock and I watch his lips move further and further until his face presses into my fur.
He bottoms out with a hungry moan before pulling back and then shoving forward once more without gagging. His hand squeezes the base while his slobber drips down into my fur.
The smooth skin on the tip of my clit separates suddenly and a drop of pre-cum leaks before Brian's tongue licks it up. He shudders and his nostrils open while his eyes widen. His moan is muffled while his eyelids flutter. I have to clench his graying hair to remind him of his task.
I'm close. My building orgasm is different but the pressure I've felt over the past few days is stronger and I've come to recognize the signs. My toes curl and relax, clawing against the soles of my straining shoes. I rock into him and he moans from the roughness of it all while my breasts sway against my chest.
I growl. Grind my teeth. Grip his head and thrust, shoving the tip of my cock into his throat while holding him in place.
Release.
Finally.
I tense and I can feel the cum flowing through my cock and out through the hole. Brian gags and then I watch his throat work as he swallows and swallows and swallows until it's too much and my fiery orange cum spurts from his lips, down his chin. He tries to swipe it up but some falls into his dress shirt where a thin line of wispy smoke rises as it begins to eat its way through the threads. He pulls back and scoops it up before shoving it into his mouth with a needy little whimpering sound.
His erection bulges against his own trousers and I laugh as I watch him lean back and lick his fingers.
After making sure he ate all of it, I leave him there with his vacant eyes staring past me - through the glass window and into the office beyond.
I know my purpose now and my grin splits my face with my ebony lips pulling back to expose deadly fangs. Growths build on the bumps at the tip of my tail until the spikes wave back and forth when the tail brushes against my bare, muscular ass. The skin cracks and peels to create a thin translucent layer of skin that is pushed away to show wet gray scales that begin to harden in the warm air. When another vertebrae forms and pushes my tail outward, a new set of hardened bumps appear, signaling the growths of more spikes. The sable fur gathering around the base of the tail thickens.
Jack is gone. Left for an affair with Tara on his lunch break, I assume.
My claws tear at my pants, ripping them away with ease and I toss them into a nearby cubicle. The effort causes my breasts to jiggle, but my blouse flattens around them as fatty tissues melt away and half of the milk ducts dissolve. My newly pert little breasts barely move as I walk towards Susan's office.
There's an odd tightness against my skull. I reach up and touch my horns, surprised at their length. It's- There's-
A headache blooms and I growl while shaking my head. My bangs brush against the sides of my horns as keratin builds at the base of them, cracking the existing growth to widen them before more layers form slowly, pulling the ringed, hardened prongs back slightly.
Her smell fills my head. She's stealing from the company. The fact presents itself at the front of my mind and it all makes sense. All the overhead conversations about her trips and the new house she bought last year. Ghostly script flows over the wisps of her wickedness before they reach my nose, detailing what she's done.
Fucking delicious.
She turns when I enter her office and screams but it's cut off when I consciously reach for her stench and choke it. Susan slides from her chair, suddenly limp. I watch as she tries to move. Tries to get away from me. All she can do is push herself up to all fours while staring back at me with a high pitched whine.
"D- d- d-" she tries to say.
My six inch cock bobs in the air before me, tipped by smoldering, smoking cum. My lips widen into a hungry smile as I stare at her ass.
She crawls forward, but I catch her easily and slide her dress up while ripping her panties away to expose her unshaved pussy. Susan cries out but, rather than continuing to escape, she lowers her chest while raising her ass with her forehead against her arms.
I fall over her before licking her shoulder with my long, broad tongue and she shivers and moans and shoves back into me.
"Please. Please, I-" Susan begs. Her voice falters when the head of my cock presses against her lips. I should be surprised to feel her wetness, but I'm not and I growl as I push and feel her pussy suck me inside. "GOD! GOD YOU'RE SO- I'M BURNING! YOU'RE BURNING ME ALIVE!"
My fangs sink into her shoulder, holding her in place as I begin to thrust.
The sensation is incredible. She's gripping me so tightly and my smooth cock slides against the muscles within. Drenched and warm and moaning as I slam my hips into her soft ass. It's unlike anything I could ever imagine.
Me. Me. Me taking her. Fucking her. I wind her sin around my body as I mount my new bitch and I can feel myself growing inside of her.
"Too too too big you're stretching me you're splitting me open oh god oh god you're tearing me oh god OH GOD!" she screams as she cums and her pussy clamps down, trying to crush me. Trying to hold me in place. I laugh and slam into her, sliding her on the floor and she screams again while her hips buck and her legs tremble.
"I'm going to fill you," I growl in her ear. The thought of it is exhilarating. My seed inside of her. Her womb burning from it as I dominate her. "I'm going to breed you like the bitch you are. I-!"
It's sudden and surprising when I cum and I howl as I shove deep inside, pushing her over the edge once more. My jaw snaps as it inches forward into the start of my muzzle. Pebbled flesh cracks the tip of my nose. I'm panting and moaning as I pulse and fill her pussy.
I growl while grinding my fangs. My molars crack to show miniature lines of magma that blackens the surrounding enamel as they begin to flow outward into curving fangs. When my jaw extends once more, my existing fangs break to show red lines. My teeth harden as they darken, ivory fading to charcoal before that, too burns off to leave obsidian behind, laced with glowing fissures over their surfaces.
Smoke trails away from my mouth as black fur spreads lazily over my jaw until my cheeks are dusted by it.
Soot taints the roots of my blonde hair.
The images play in my mind suddenly as if a lock were broken. My dreams were from the demon now bound to me. The demon merged with my body, sending its tendrils deep into my soul to reshape me for a new purpose.
And it feels. So. Fucking. Good.
I stand, leaving Susan gasping and writhing on the floor beneath me with my cum covering her thighs and soaking into her skin.
My long ears catch a peculiar sound. I rip my blouse away, leaving it in Susan's office and she crawls slowly towards it to bury her face into the fabric and loose fur.
"No. No no no. No," Brian's voice whines. My tail taps against the back of my thighs, scales rasping against scattered tangles of fur.
He's still sitting on the floor when I step into his office and he looks up at me with pleading eyes.
Brian's scrotum is deflated. He winces and moans and squeezes his eyes shut while pushing against his stomach. His palm rubs down to the base of his shrinking cock until he pulls it back up to shove it into his belly and push once more. As if he's trying to force his testicles back into their place.
I growl and kneel a few feet from him. I'd forgotten that I was still wearing my flats but the plain shoes bulge over my swelling toes before breaking to let them free. My hand grips my cock to stroke it as I watch him.
"I- I can feel it," he pants while staring down. As if to mirror me, his free hand grabs his own flaccid dick to pump it in a vain effort to reverse what's happening. "In- in- inside of meeee. Moving around inside of- nnngh!"
Skin slides against skin when his ballsack recedes. I growl and smile at him while he stares in shock. Buttons are undone on his shirt with his tie loosened around his neck. I can see loose chest hairs, brown and white, scattered over his mottled red chest.
He pulls at the moving flesh. Tugging at it until it slips from his fingers to compress against his crotch. I watch in delighted fascination when his new labia fills out. He screams and kicks his legs while pulling his thin, four inch dick.
Pink skin separates on his crotch to show glistening new muscles within. Muscles that clench and slip together while his juices flow down towards his asshole.
"Please. Please you have to make it stop. Please," he whines and my sensitive hearing detects a slightly higher pitch to his voice. "Please. I'm so- I'm so hot. I can't. I can't. I'm. I'm. I'm so empty. Please, I'm so empty. It's burning through me. Burning my insides until there's nothing. A hole. Just a hole. An endless hole FUCK!"
He pulls at his shirt, ripping the buttons until it's open to show his sweat soaked undershirt beneath.
His nipples are erect with his tie laying between them. They push against the fabric of his thin undershirt as they expand and his skin ripples. He reaches, pulling the shirt down while staring with wide eyes to see his tiny pink nipples grow thumb-thick and dark while bumps appear on the surrounding skin before his puffy areola raises.
"Noooooo, pleeease," he whines and there's a distinctive feminine lilt now.
Brian's cock, such as it is, has slipped through his hand. The compressed skin from his shaft separates and he jumps when his fingers brush the tiny clit as its brown skin brightens to pink. He reaches for it again until I growl.
"Leave it," I say sharply and he whimpers in return while his lip trembles.
I can see the muscles behind his parted, splayed pussy lips. He's still tensing them and shivering from the sensation of them touching together.
"So. So hot," he pants. His chest heaved while his head lolls back and forth.
"What did you do to me?" Susan asks behind me. I heard her moving within her office minutes ago and walking my way. My nose smelled her arousal as soon as she stepped into the open office area. "Something- something's wrong with me."
I turn and she moans and lowers herself. Prostrates herself before turning to present her pussy to me. The lips are black and swollen - distended from her crotch. Her bushy hairs move as the lips continue to swell and roll inward, folding into a tight spade. She whines and her hips tremble. A line of fur is spreading out from her crotch, around her asshole and over the bulge above the crack of her ass.
"Stay like that," I command and she cries out while clawing at the short carpet.
Brian whimpers and I turn back to him to see him kneading his legs.
"Itches. It itches," he says with a little pout on his full, curving lips.
His skin is tightening on his thighs while hairs flake away. He moans and rocks, arching his back with his long eyelashes fluttering. His nipples shake atop patches of loose skin on his smooth chest.
"Stand up," I tell him, exerting my will.
It takes little effort. He groans and moves and his pants fall down to his ankles. I stand with him and turn him towards his desk before sliding my claws along his belly towards his hips. Bones grind beneath my hands and muscles move within, widening his lower body while his ass fills out, swelling until the cheeks bulge together.
My fingers tear his undershirt, ripping it away before shoving his upper body down against his desk. I reach down, sliding my thumb's claw towards his virgin pussy before pulling at his ass cheek. Spreading him while guiding my cock with my other hand. Smoke wafts away from my muzzle and the cracks in my fingers brighten.
"No! I'm- I'm not-! I'm not a-!" but his words are cut off when I growl and shove into his pussy.
Brian's clear juices, marked with ivory streaks, slide over my smooth red cock as I push past his resisting, clenching muscles.
I can feel the wetness marking my sheath where it's pushed down to the base of my dick and further to my full, dangling scrotum which swings beneath me before smacking against his drenched crotch.
He screams and claws at the desk while soft white fur grows over the back of his neck, longer and longer into curly tufts.
Every time my full, heavy testicles slap his puffy lips, he bucks and moans and then presses his head against the desk, ashamed at the unstoppable noises being pounded out of him.
By me.
God, the power is intense and addicting. The control.
He's clenching against me and I can feel every distinct groove and ridge against my cock and I lean in to lick his furred cheek. My previous manager hesitates but only briefly before turning his head to lick my wider, rougher tongue with his own while moaning and pushing his hips back to meet my thrusts. He's gripping the edge of the desk for purchase and his nails lengthen while his cum splatters against my furred belly, the floor, and the long hairs growing over his thighs and crotch.
It's unlike anything I've felt before. He's stretching around the length of my shaft. Caressing the entire thing with his slippery muscles clenching relentlessly. I can hear his little cute snarling in between the loud, quavering, animalistic moans and sweat trails over his bare skin before soaking into the papers on his desk, or the fur spreading over his body.
"It's-! It's-! Something's h- h- happening! I-! I have to-! You have to stop, I- I- nnnnngh- I can't-" he's gasping and moaning and shaking and biting at his lips, desperately trying to hold back his orgasm like it's the last vestige of his vanished manhood.
I can't stop watching the way my cock spreads him open. Or the way his creamy cum dangles for just a glorious moment, waving in the air before sticking to his desk or falling to the widening puddle beneath him. And how I just vanish deep inside of him - how he takes my entire length inside his changing body, surrounding me with his heat and wetness. The change in perspective is incredible.
"You're ovulating," I growl and he gasps while shaking his head. And still he forces his padded ass back against me. Fur is spreading down the back of his jaw and I laugh at his denial and his new body's desperate urges.
"Yessssss, fuck his tight little pussy," Susan growls quietly behind me. I look briefly to see her still in the same position but turned and watching with her long tongue licking her thick black lips and the tip of her short tail curving and swaying gently back and forth. Her slit eyes are focused on us while her spade steadily dribbles to the carpet with a sharp hiss every time the liquid touches the pile.
My claws bite into Brian's hips and my fingertips feel a hardened bump beneath the skin of his belly. I snarl and continue pushing while the bump bulges outward, stretching the surrounding skin before tightening into a little ebony teat.
Brian moans while reaching out and his long nails carve thin grooves in the desk. I grip his hair as it begins to lengthen. The few gray hairs multiple and the brown coloring in the rest fade until I'm clenching platinum strands to pull his head back.
When he screams from his first orgasm as a woman, her voice is high and sweet. She whimpers as her body betrays her, clenching against my cock while her ass slams back, impaling her to the depths of my nine inch cock until the tip brushes her cervix, causing her to scream in shocked pain. My hand strikes her thick ass, watching it quake. I slap the other cheek and she bucks and groans in return.
With a snarl, I pull back and her pussy lips extend outward, greedily gripping my dick. When I shove back, I see her little breasts swaying beneath her with her loosened tie rocking back and forth. The tips of her ears slip through her long hair, unfolding to hairy little points that twitch away from my fingers.
I lean in and the fur on my flat, hard chest brushes against her smooth skin, causing her to shiver and moan.
"Going to breed you," I tell her and Susan cries out in ecstasy behind me before screaming for me to take her next. "Until your pussy is full of it. Until your belly is bulging."
She's biting her lips and staring back at me with hungry eyes. Trying not to moan. Trying not to show the new desires pulsing through her body. Her canines lance down and she gasps and then cries out from yet another orgasm. Brian arches her back with her heavy breasts slapping together in front of her. Milk dots the black tips of her nipples before her swaying tits fling the drops to soak into the light fur spreading over her belly.
I'll have to come up with a new name for her. But, for now, I take great pleasure in remembering her as my asshole manager while I plunge my thick cock into her sopping wet pussy.
She screams and the dam bursts.
"Fuck me yes fuck my puh- puh- my pussy YES GOD YES MAKE ME CUM AGAIN GOD FILL ME UP USE ME USE MY SLUTTY LITTLE TIGHT- nnngh!"
Her fangs draw blood from her lips when her body rattles from a powerful orgasm. She's tightening around me and her pussy lips swell while the pink and mocha coloring fades to gray. I slow and she whimpers and thrusts back until I snarl and grab her hair again while slamming her down to the desk.
Spreading her ass cheek once more, I watch her glistening, black pussy lips bulge around my shaft as they begin to push away from her drenched crotch to create her own bitch's spade.
However, my eyes are drawn to my cock. To the two bumps of skin at the base. My lips tremble around my fangs as my knot begins to inflate and Brian screams when it stretches her pussy to the breaking point.
Brenda, maybe? I ask myself idly. So fucking normal. Brooke? Hrrrrrm.
A car's engine outside. My ears twist. Footsteps. The doors open and I inhale with my eyes closed. Not a car, then - a truck. Jack's truck. I pull out with a wet plop and Brian shudders.
"No, you-" she licks her lips and starts to push up until I growl. "You- you have to- have to cum in me. In- inside of me. You- you said. You said you would. You said."
"Don't move," I snarl and she moans while pressing herself into the desk.
Susan is whimpering and begging for my touch. She stares at me as I pass, vertically slit eyes set back in a red-furred muzzle.
I ignore both as I walk towards Jack's office on padded paws with my massive cock swinging before me. Behind me, my scaled tail drags lightly against the carpet, covered in rows of short black spikes. His back is turned to me as he sets his old briefcase on a table at the side of his desk. My hand wraps around the back of his neck. He tries to talk until my claws touch the front of his throat.
My muscles flex as I force him down. He turns his head and screams when he sees me and I smile in return, showing every single one of my fangs.
That rotting stench sings to me of the three women he's sleeping with, lying to two of them that he's single and interested in them. One of them carries his child, although she doesn't know it yet.
How ironic, I think with a savage smile as I tear at his slacks to pull them down over his ass.
He struggles until I tighten my grip both on his neck and his sin. Until he feels the tip of my cock against his asshole. Still slick with Brian's pussy juices, it enters him and he screams again. The change takes root and his body reacts instinctively, relaxing to let more of me in. And more. And more until he feels my knot.
I claw at his body, ripping his polo shirt while pulling back. He's grunting through the pain until I'm almost out and I laugh when I see his hips rock back, eager for me to fill him again. And then I push back in. His voice rises, higher and higher while his hips quiver.
Jack's taut ass shakes when I finally find my rhythm and his grunting changes to moans. Fat grows over the muscles he's spent years developing in the gym and the cheeks wobble before crashing back into me, meeting my thrust. His shrinking cock flails beneath him while his empty scrotum taps lightly against my swinging balls.
"Y- y- yesssss," he moans while pushing himself up.
When I reach under him, I feel his long, fat nipples and I pinch, causing him to jerk and scream and spasm from an orgasm. His useless cock spurts a single string of cum - his last - before shrinking within the waiting hood.
When I pull out, his gaping asshole slowly shrinks back into place. His long, wide tongue rests on his desk between sharp canines as he stares back at me, breathless and hungry for more. Skin flattens beneath him, swelling to the side and his eyelids flutter. He pushes himself up once more on trembling arms as his breasts grow in.
"I'm- I'm not- I can't- I- ohhhhhhhh," he moans as they continue to grow, surpassing Brian's tits and Susan's tits while dangling heavily beneath him. He reaches a tentative hand to touch him and he snarls and bites his lips when he pinches his own nipples. Milk sprays from the tip to soak into the documents scattered over his desk.
It always creeped me out how he had a package of sanitary wipes on his desk. People whispered with their own theories, of course.
I rip the pack in order to pull a few from within before wiping my cock clean. I won't have my children fouled by his body's excrement.
Jack's ass taps against me several times and he whimpers and whines continuously while fur creeps over his blushing cheeks. I ignore him until I'm clean, paying extra attention to the pointed, bulbous tip of my dick.
"Spread yourself," I snarl and he moans as he reaches back to grip his ass cheeks and pull them apart like the good little slut he's becoming.
I hold my cock head beneath his asshole and growl when he tries to lower himself to push me back in. His ballsack is already gone and I rub my cock up and down against the pliant flesh. I can feel the opening beneath the skin and I was eager to mount him. Up and down with Jack shivering against me. His nails scrape against his smooth, rounded ass cheeks when they lengthen and he growls as they bend into the beginnings of his claws.
Up and down. Up and down. Up- the skin parts as if the head of my cock slices into it. I push before he's completely open - before the inner lips could even form and Jack screams with a husky, sultry voice.
Bones crack from the impact of my waist against his hips, freeing his tailbone. I massage the swollen skin, rubbing and clawing until the tip stretches into a tiny bulging bump. He cries out when I grip it and I squeeze and stroke his tail while it lengthens against the padding on my palm. Pulling her towards my pounding cock as she screams from one orgasm after another.
I can hear Susan and Brian begging me to return from the other office, wailing for me to complete them. To breed their pussies. I snarl and hiss and shove while bending over and wrapping my powerful arms around Jack's body. My black hair drapes over his neck and shoulders.
"Gkk- gkkkkk-" he wheezes. I cum, drilling into his pussy and his gray pussy lips expand over my knot. I feel him pushing back into me despite the pain. He whimpers and whines and then screams when his ebony pussy lips sucks my knot into his clenching, spasming pussy.
Jack passes out from the waves of pleasure crashing through his body. When I pull back, he slides with me, locked together. I snarl, grip his hips and pull, watching as his spade bulges over my hard, veiny knot. Blonde fur creeps over his back.
When I'm free, I carefully lower him to the ground. The vessel must remain unharmed.
They waited for me properly and I take pity on Susan. She gibbers her thanks when I mount her and Brian's padded fingers are a blur over her swollen black pussy lips after I give her permission to touch herself.
Brooke, I decide. For now.
Brooke kneels behind me to fondle my testicles while stroking my fur. I will reward her for it soon, taking her on her back with her legs wrapped around me.
And then I'll tell her to text her wife to come to the office to be my fourth new bitch. And I'll here wait for the return of my coworkers, taking each of them before making my way Down.
They were waiting for me Down there. Eager to accept a new male that could walk between the dimensions to recruit new faithful into their ranks.
And maybe I would stop by the church on my way back Home to meet with a certain priest to see what blasphemy he was hiding before sowing my seed within his ripe body.
My work will never be done and I couldn't be more excited to begin.
Comments
Heather Graham
Who would have guessed from your name hahaha! I'm so glad you liked it and I'm grateful for your comment
Heck Hound
Great story! Definitely my new personal favorite work of yours. I love the slow transformation, the spreading corruption, the changing power dynamics... all very good stuff.
