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“I’m not even sure that can fit inside.”
His hands remained on his shirt, on the buttons he undid one by one as his eyes couldn’t drift away from the sight.
The place was familiar for Albert’s hook-ups. The Penthouse suite was definitely something he was used to visiting, with champagne bottles in the ice bucket by the minibar, the minibar filled with all sorts of wines. The kitchen on the side was where he needed to cook something or where he asked a chef to prepare his meal, so he wouldn’t have to leave his room.
The amenities could stretch on for that suite, which was no different from an apartment located downtown.
Bathroom with a sauna and a jacuzzi? Check.
The garden with a private pool? Check.
The gaming room with a pool table that could be adapted for poker nights? Check.
The enormous bed, extra king-size, with a hulking beast lying on it? Check and check.
It was the latter Albert couldn’t wrench his sight from, feeling the tension in his custom-made pants as his heart beat faster and his libido told him to abandon all fears.
That enormous cock, that red knot practically as big as his arm? Oh, it called to him in a way not so many could.
He couldn’t stop licking his lips either; saliva was accumulating at the back of his mouth if he wasn’t swallowing regularly.
And… Anticipation ran wild as his partner stroked the bed sheet, tracing circles on it while his brows wagged behind those rectangular glasses.
“You told me you were a size queen,” said the enormous German Shepherd Mutant, his smirk almost enhanced by his bushy black beard as he shifted his legs, making his dark brown testicles roll ever so slightly.
A bead of precum formed at the tip of that cock, practically like an enormous blob, before it collapsed onto the skin and ran along the length, along the veins, and right onto the bulbous knot that was at the base of that cock before landing onto that outstretched sheath.
Douglas Kim. Or Doug.
Before they even confirmed they would meet, Albert had him checked by his security detail. Habits, relationships, potential contacts with opponents. As illegal as it was, he’d even used a few favors to confirm the old Shepherd wasn’t a potential trap for the old Crocodile.
None of that, none of those issues.
In fact, in all the Crocodile’s life, the Canine was among the cleanest and least tied to his industry. The other reports went about Doug’s sexual proclivity and habits, his tendencies to go from partner to partner and to leave them… In a peculiar state.
But that detail was not one to concern Albert.
Moreover, if the Shepherd had had a few pups with other partners, it might as well make any future cut cleaner for the old Crocodile as he opened his shirt, exposing his cream-scaled belly while he smirked.
“I might have underestimated how big it is in person,” he said with a chuckle.
“Come now. Don’t leave a big Sheppo hanging, I need something for that monster,” he said as if his cock wasn’t a third leg.
As if the Shepherd didn’t have to spread his legs to leave some room for his humongous and deliciously musky testicles.
Whether it was a mutation, a power, or something that had been bestowed on him… Doug was more than endowed to please anyone.
And so, it made it all the more enticing. All the more daunting for the Crocodile as he climbed onto the bed with his pants still on, albeit drippy.
“We’ll start with some foreplay.”
“Foreplay in a suite? Swanky,” said Doug, certainly… Enjoying it as he rolled onto his back and reached for a glass on the nightstand to empty it.
Meanwhile, Albert crawled closer on all fours, his nostrils flaring and his pupils dilating at the flavor emitted from that cock.
Again, Doug didn’t lie about it or how it affected other males. It certainly had an effect on Albert as he swallowed his saliva, approached, and then brought the slightly arched cock to his lips.
Dough raised an eyebrow while sipping… But Albert was already guiding that sticky, musky, warm, and drippy tip in his mouth.
His teeth, his jaw, as dangerous as they were, did not stop the Crocodile from opening up and guiding the red tip further inside.
To swallow the precum that was already sprayed inside his mouth by the throbbing and tense organ. And Albert wasn’t crazy enough to think he couldn’t take all the length, knot included, in his mouth.
However, he allowed himself the pleasure of bending forward, of aligning his muzzle, mouth, and throat with the length’s angle to have it progress. To have that shaft pressing against his tongue and delivering its precious and sweet ambrosia.
To have that precum already turning thicker and much more acrid, yet with a flavor that was all the Crocodile desired as he gulped down, his tongue dancing on the bulging underside.
“Oh. That’s good foreplay all right,” said Doug, his tongue lolling out as he passed one arm behind his head for support, unafraid to expose his hairy pits or his rather well-chiseled torso.
If there was anyone who ought to be ashamed, it was probably Albert, who’d let himself go with the years, letting himself get that protruding belly and that fat accumulating onto his pectorals.
However, he was also big. Much bigger than many humans, much bigger to the point he could be compared to a giant in the media, and all TV show setups had to be modified to accommodate his needs. And yet… Again, compared to Doug, he was smaller.
The Shepherd was a monster through and through: muscles, scent, weight, size, and endowment.
Endowment, the Crocodile was busy worshipping, his fingers descending to grace those boulder-sized testicles with his fingers. He touched them, ran his fingers over the coarse fur and the tufty spot along the raphe.
As a result, the amount of cum delivered seemed to grow. To become a fountain with Albert, who had to swallow, to gulp it down faster and faster.
“Awooo…. That’s it! You’re hitting the spot!” said Doug, emptying his glass and sighing after that. He seemed to enjoy himself, acting almost like a cheery teenager, though Doug was… Well, practically the same biological age as Albert.
Albert might be approaching the century, but their ages, physically speaking, were close.
Their libidos? Well, they were rowdy and uncontrollable.
On one side, Doug had a cock that had to be pleased all too often, unless his balls would ache and he’d be cranky.
And Albert was a bottom with an acquired taste for extreme penetrations, for the kind of abuse that left him wrecked and truly spent.
“Hrmph. You taste good,” he said as he took a break from sucking that cock.
He wiped his mouth with his arm before he groped himself, finding his own erection hard and pushing against the fabric.
“Everyone wants a taste of the Sheepo. That’s why you came to me, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” said Albert, unwilling to admit that a 5-star review on the Dogslut app had been a tantalizing reason. A very tantalizing reason, alongside the views of those stuffed bellies and other, lesser men, letting themselves be ruined by Doug.
“Don’t play hard to get. You want it,” said Doug, grabbing the base of his cock to shake it, spraying precum all over the bed, all over Albert and Albert’s pants. Even on the rug by the bed… Which led Albert to frown, then chuckle, then shake his head.
“Does it work on your other partners?” asked Albert, going for his belt; he undid it.
“They say ‘Awoo’ before they choke on it!” replied Doug, his ears up and grinning.
“I won’t say Awoo,” replied Albert, rolling on his ass and kicking his legs, pulling them down until he had the pants thrown away… And so he did for his underwear, dripping wet.
Then, it was the comparison, with Doug whistling.
“Gooooooood! I want to see it drip!” he said, doing a circular motion toward Albert’s cock.
One that was certainly surprising when compared to the Shepherd’s canine cock. Albert’s cock was definitely equine in shape, from the purple shape ending in a flare to the scaly sheath.
However, as a sign of utter depravity, the Crocodile had a Prince Albert to the tip with a diamond on it.
A diamond that was as wet and sticky from precum. Albert’s erection bobbed up and down, his own leathery testicles landing on the bed in a sort of comparison.
One in which the Shepherd won easily, his cock was practically twice what Albert had, and whose testicles were four times what the Crocodile possessed.
“Care to follow?” asked Albert, giving the cocktip a kiss while pointing to the bathroom nearby.
“Heh. I wouldn’t mind marking my territory here,” said the Shepherd, his brows wiggling.
“But you wanted to sleep in those satin bedsheets. If you did, you’d ruin them.”
“Fair point! Bathroom it is! But I’ll mark you the same!” said the Shepherd, bouncing up to his feet and almost making Albert fall from the bouncing mattress.
He even swore as he watched the imprint of Doug’s presence on the said mattress, but stopped when the Shepherd approached, kissing his forehead.
“It’s time to have fun,” said the Shepherd, wrapping his arms around Albert and… lifting him as if he were weightless. Doug carried Albert in his arms like a princess and waddled toward the bathroom, only dropping Albert in the Italian-style shower.
“You think the drain can take it?” asked Doug behind Albert as the Crocodile was recovering his balance.
“What?”
“The drain. If I cum, it’ll be a lot!”
“… We’ll figure out a solution,” mumbled Albert as he turned his back on Doug and raised his tail. Below it, his asshole was in plain sight.
An orifice that had a nice donut shape, and was glistening under the light, thanks to the hefty amount of lube he’d used to prepare himself and the dildo he’d worn on the way here.
However, none of those preparations could have helped him as he felt that enormous red cock push against his entrance… And already stretch it.
“Oh… Fuck,” he grumbled.
“We say please before that,” said the Canine, his tone cheery.
“Please?” repeated Albert, blinking.
A very poor choice of words, however, because he ended with his face and muzzle planted against the tiled wall, his hands pushing against it while a quarter of the Shepherd’s dick was inside his ass.
Only a quarter, and it’d been enough to make Albert squirm, to make him tense… And to have him drop forward, almost crushed against the wall.
But it had its effect as his cock sprayed precum against the wall, his prostate lovingly nudged by that humongous cock.
“F-Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing his mouth and feeling the soreness. “Not so rough.”
“Awooo. Aren’t you difficult?” replied the Canine, with his hands going over Albert's belly, stroking it while another was on his waist.
“I’m not difficult. I’m… Ugh. Overwhelmed.”
“No, you’re not,” said the Shepherd, again with that mischievous voice.
“And what’s ov…” Albert stopped, looking over his shoulder to see the conniving smile from the Canine.
“What’s what? Do you want to finish your sentence?”
“If I did, I’m sure you’ll stuff me like a turkey,” replied Albert.
“Awoo! And what a beautiful Thanksgiving turkey you’d make!” roared the Canine, again giving Albert a thrust.
This time, however, he held onto the Crocodile’s waist so he wouldn’t crash against the wall. But the little squeak from Albert was all the more humorous… And so was the tension in his face, with one eye closing and the other half-open. His lower jaw dropped, his tongue lolled out… And his left arm twitched before he wrapped it around the Canine’s nape behind him.
“Oh… Fuck. I can barely breathe,” he gargled.
Well. He could. But the pressure was far more intense when he felt that throbbing and humongous cock pushing deep. So deep, he could tell it would take more than goodwill to get it to the base.
And that base. That knot.
It was threatening by its sheer presence.
A monster that pressed now against Albert’s tail but not against his asshole. Not yet. Not as the Reptile didn’t have the entirety of that cock inside.
“You’re doing great! Just a little more!” said Doug, practically at his ear.
“Not so easy. When you’re the one tak-Hrmph!”
Albert’s voice died when Doug pulled back… Pulled until the tapered tip was almost sliding out. And then it was back inside, with the Crocodile’s waist crashing against the Canine’s waist, with now more of that cock inside. Not… The full length was there, except for the knot that formed a wall. One that couldn’t be passed as easily.
But what remained was fully inside the hiccupping and huffing Crocodile, whose eyes were almost rolled. His mouth couldn’t close, and his cock… It was hard and spraying precum everywhere while his asshole was getting blasted by thick canine fluids.
“Fi-Fine. I might… be able to take it,” he said, panting between each word.
“Good! I told you! We just need the knot in! But we can try!”
“N-Frmph!”
Even if Albert tried to swear, the word died in his mouth when the German Shepherd decided to grab him by the waist… And to impale him on that cock.
No, to thrust while holding the Crocodile like a mere fucktoy, pumping and humping with his massive body supporting the weight and the brutality of that breeding.
Sure enough, Albert had his belly pressed against the wall, and his muzzle often smacked against it. But each time he had the breath to say something, it was for the German Shepherd to silence him with a thrust.
To silence him with a hit that made the Crocodile reel and his eyes roll.
The whole shower was shaking from the pummeling blows as they reverberated through the walls, like two brutalizing beasts throwing themselves at it. But it was nothing like that.
It was just a raw, primal, and brutal breeding that would leave Albert bruised and sore.
And yet, his lips curled from the pressure applied to his prostate. His cock spurted precum on the wall while his guts were stuffed and then left emptied less than a moment later.
His already prominent belly was truly bulging from the German Shepherd’s cock… And it seemed that it would get worse when that precum was pumped inside, thick and getting. It was thicker the more the Canine howled with his ears dropping.
And everything happened on a precarious balance, depending on Albert holding onto his Partner’s neck, with those large paws holding onto his waist, thigh, or belly at times until… Until that pleasure couldn’t be contained anymore.
Until the German Shepherd threw his head back and, with all the lust, with all the thirst, with all the desires he had… he howled.
“AWOOOOOOOOOOO!” he howled, the room almost echoing from the howl, while Albert felt the tremors shaking his insides.
First were Doug’s throbs.
The echoes of his heartbeat resonated through the entirety of Albert’s guts.
Then came the clash of those balls hitting his ass and remaining tense, pulled by his buttcheeks.
Finally, there was the pressure building at the base of the cock. At the base of the knot that was still pressed against Albert’s ass.
For a moment, the Crocodile sighed as he thought it was done. That it would be a mere ejaculation. That after a quick shot, Doug would pull back, and that moment would be done.
That was all until Doug leaned forward, his lolling tongue landing atop Albert’s head.
“A… Little more,” he said as his first shot already came through, dense and sticky.
Something that almost looked and felt like glue sprayed inside his guts. But Albert couldn’t… Say anything more. His groan died when with a final pull… Doug pushed and knotted Albert.
That knot, so immense. So brutal. So wide.
It had managed to pass the limit, the edge, the resistance the Crocodile offered. And after the thunderous burn and itch… Came the relief, came the fullness… Came the delight as Albert cried, and came the same, his flared cock spraying the wall ahead.
He cried, his voice almost echoing Doug’s. Meanwhile, the knot was firmly lodged inside and… Already plugged and stopped the cum waves that were to slip out.
Through this, Doug’s ejaculation didn’t falter.
No. The opposite, as it grew in intensity, with the first shot feeling like the meekest and weakest of all. While in return, the second felt like a gut punch. And the third, like a kick.
Each subsequent cumshot could also be seen through Albert’s scaly belly, bulging through the cream scales before it was absorbed… Before, and soon, all the cumshots formed a loving bump that was growing with throbs… With the cumshots from Doug, who was far from spent.
No. The Canine’s enormous balls were visibly pulled higher, the muscles forcing the skin to clench onto those enormous gonads to push more cum outside.
More of that generous canine batter right into Albert’s guts, flooding his insides and making his chubby belly grow into a nice nine-month pregnancy look.
The Crocodile grunted and huffed at first, dissatisfied by the visible growth and filling, by the inflation that pressed on his innards and lungs.
But quickly, as the knotted cock kept nudging and throbbing against his prostate, Albert’s reaction became meek.
His eyes rolled, his twitching fingers relaxed. Even his grip on Doug’s neck was lesser as he was dangling over the ground, impaled and lifted by the Canine’s cock that was keeping him full… And unable to empty himself.
No cum could escape from his asshole. No semen, despite the pressure and the volume, could squeeze through the rim and the knot… Making it so the sole option was to accumulate inside Albert. To bloat his intestines, invade his stomach… He even turned his breath into an intense cum breath as his eyes rolled and he… Felt the Canine’s palm onto his belly, stroking the scales.
“You’ll get a big litter! I tell you,” said Doug, leaning forward and licking the back of Albert’s head, as if it wasn’t already coated with Doug’s drippy saliva.
But the Crocodile’s sole answer wasn’t to groan or to have another witty remark. No. He opened his mouth… And moaned. Before he gargled, whitish saliva dripped from his mouth as he was completely stuffed. No different from a balloon, except for that knot that kept throbbing, pushing… And making his cock drip on the floor.
“You can’t tire of me!” laughed Doug, still sprawled over the bed as he owned it.
He’d been invited less than an hour earlier… And already the German Shepherd was on the suite’s bed, enjoying it like his own bed. His dirty underwear had even been thrown on the nearest chair, which had elicited a scowl from the Crocodile before he moved on with their… Routine.
A routine, as in it had been almost eight months of daily fucking.
At first, Albert tried to maintain his distance and thought it was only a one-time experiment. Something he regretted when his body told him ‘never again’ in the aftermath of emptying his guts of all that dog cum.
After their first rough night, Albert even had to hide himself and spend most of the day with his ass on a pack of ice just to handle the soreness after he’d had his ass fucked three more times after the first knotting.
But then, after one week, Doug sent him a single message.
“Again?” followed by a picture of him with his knot exposed.
For a moment, Albert had pondered refusing, but he accepted and booked the same suite. They've been meeting in the same place for the last nine months, to the point he’d had it permanently prepared for them.
That second time, Albert was fucked four times before he escaped the Canine’s embrace and returned home in an awkward walk of shame.
The next attempt? He remained for one hour after that to cuddle with the German Shepherd before Doug fell asleep, and he managed to crawl out.
Six times in, he only left in the early morning.
Nine sessions in, he woke up the German Shepherd with a blowjob before they fucked again.
And fifteen? Well, Albert would fall asleep still knotted and hugged by the humongous German Shepherd.
They were past the fifteen… Or the thirty. Or even more.
At that point, Albert could no longer say he’d refuse the German Shepherd’s invasive affection or his hugs. He’d only accept them, feigning disgust or indifference, though his interest was obvious.
Obvious in his erect, flared cock, already dripping from Doug’s scent and sight. Obvious in his chest, backing up and sagging onto his already full belly.
Obvious… In the tattoo he’d gotten to please Doug. A purple womb tattoo with a dog paw on it. Something he would not have dared to get before.
The same Tattoo the German Shepherd stroked under his index finger when Albert clambered on the bed and settled himself against the German Shepherd’s chest, huffing and inhaling the musky scent from the Canine.
“You’ve got me hooked. You mutt,” mumbled Albert with a snide remark, especially when he felt Doug’s fingers caressing his posterior, pushing his tail aside, and now nudging Albert’s back entrance.
Nudging… And penetrating it to the last knuckle.
“You keep coming like a Dog wanting his bone. Come now. Say it. You want it,” said Doug, using his other hand to poke at his hard cock. At the same angry red organ that was… Threatening. Appetizing. And a source of conflicted feeling for the Crocodile.
Albert bit his lip. A bit from the sight, a bit from the smell, a bit from the finger playfully teasing his prostate until his dick was dripping on his thighs.
Then… He grunted, closing his eyes for a moment before he looked at Doug, looked him in the eyes.
“Fine. I can’t stop it. I want that knot.”
“Again?” asked Doug, his brows waving with that mischievous smile.
“Again… I want your Pup, Doug.”
“How baaad?” asked the German Shepherd, tilting his head.
“Bad enough.”
“Fooooor?”
Albert frowned and closed his eyes again.
His fist clenched a moment before he relaxed. Before his cock shot against his thighs and Doug’s. Before the finger was pulled away to reveal the gaping orifice that was winking back at anyone glancing at it.
And then, he looked over his shoulder.
“Knot me again,” said Albert, his hand on the wall of the shower like they’d done it their first time.
It took little convincing to get Doug back in the shower. And now they were in it, Doug’s erection prodded Albert’s asshole under the tail, stroking and spraying precum all over it…
However, the German Shepherd also had his hands running all over Albert’s body, from his constantly cum-bloated belly to… To that chest that was now leaking as he pinched the nipple, making it spray milk on the wall.
“Sure! I want you full of my pups! When you get those eggs, I’ll keep you stuff!” said Doug with a cheerful grin… And a brutal thrust.
One that lifted Albert off the ground.
One that made the Crocodile’s eyes bulge before they rolled.
One that stripped him of all the tension in his body until he leaned against Doug’s chest, feeling that paw going from his chest to his belly and back. Again… And again… As he was impaled to the knot, feeling Doug already pumping him full of cum. Bloating him beyond what he’d already been… And what he’d ever dreamed of.
“Time to make my favorite bitch squirt!” he shouted, laughing… Even though Albert was already creaming himself. And would do so again… And again.
Truly, he couldn’t tire of that stupid Mutt and that humongous cock.
“Next time, you’ll get a Dog collar for me. And a few more paws piercing for your nipples?” asked Doug, licking the side of Albert’s face.
“M-aybe”
“But you want more, don’t you?” asked Doug, his question prodding and his thrusts halting.
“F-Fine,” groaned Albert, clutching his belly.
And instantly regretted it when Doug howled again, crushing his prostate and sending him reeling, trembling… And cumming.
He might have regretted it once.
But not twice.
Not when they met again in the suite. And again in the suite. And again.
Until the scene changed. And their meeting spot was no longer the suite, even though the place remained a penthouse.
This time, however, it was Doug who went around, panting and fighting against his pants.
It was always a sight to see him fighting the fabric that was fighting to hold those enormous genitals nestled inside.
But as the pants were removed and those low-hangers dropped between his thighs… Albert couldn’t stop observing. Nor could he stop tugging on his nipples. Tugging on the piercing with the golden paw sequins dangling from it.
Nor that they were any different from those dangling from his popped-out navel, from his changed… Anatomy.
Still, Albert continued to pinch himself, feeling the milk dribbling free. Feeling that liquid dripping from those oversized nipples, from those sagging breasts, onto his belly… Onto his scales. Then, onto the sheets.
“Don’t keep me waiting,” he grunted, his voice deep with envy.
“If you’re so busy waiting. Why not take your pills?”
Albert’s expression soured, but the snide remark from Doug hit as much while watching the German Shepherd finally kicking his vest and shirt off. Then, on one foot, he jumped forward and landed on the bed, making Albert almost bounce.
But the Crocodile dropped back onto the mattress with a bounce, watching the Canine clamber closer, dragging his genitals between Albert’s legs…
Letting his cock drip onto the Crocodile’s belly.
“Is my lovely Bitch cranky? That’s bad,” said Doug, always his goofy self.
“I am… In heat. That’s all.”
“I can smell that,” replied Doug, taking one deep whiff of Albert’s neck, inhaling his perfume.
The Crocodile rolled his eyes. But he definitely was feeling it. The heat. The strange, constant tingling between his legs. And the burn. The ache. The emptiness made him needy throughout the day.
Planning meetings? He wanted but one meeting with Doug’s dick.
Numbers? He would think about Doug’s sheer circumference.
And marketing? He could be marketing himself as a Dogslut by then.
Though his loose-fitting clothes and isolationist tendencies protected him from the worst… Albert could tell people were starting to ask questions. To wonder about what happened to the Reptile… What happened for him to be so round, for his chest to fill, or for him to lactate?
Or for him to be so unfocused, unable to even listen to a brief without looking like a bomb about to explode.
The answer to all that was obvious when Doug reached for the nightstand, grabbed something in his palm, and then waved it above Albert’s head.
“Say Aaaah.”
“Ahhh,” repeated Albert, opening wide while the four or six pills dropped into his open gullet.
Next, he swallowed them… And what followed was a kiss from Doug. From the Canine forcing his tongue inside Albert’s mouth, forcing the reptile to swallow the spit Doug delivered into his mouth from a forceful kiss.
He gargled it down the same, while feeling the hand now reaching for a nipple, for a breast that was squeezed and massaged, then licked and sucked on by Doug’s hungry mouth.
“Hrmph. Not so tight, I’ll be sore.”
“But you’ll be sore all day tomorrow. What’s another tit?” asked Doug.
Albert groaned, rolling his eyes.
But the Canine was right. He’d taken a full vacation, planning to be isolated and keep contact to a minimum. But it was more with the idea he’d spend the whole week recovering from what the German Shepherd would unleash upon him.
Something he could already feel when his guts were… Feeling odd. Tenting, that was called. But the sheer emptiness inside him was made worse by that cock throbbing against his belly.
“But… fuck. Just… Stuff me,” groaned Albert, rolling his eyes.
“Stuff you? I need more than that, Albert. I want you marked, my good Doggy slut!”
Albert frowned, but a hand went between his leg and lifted it; the perfect method to make him relent. Especially when one finger went behind his swollen, aching, and warm testicles to play with the back of the scrotum.
To play with the piercing against the back… And then with his taint.
With his… Newly found clitoris. Against that tiny nub he’d discovered was as sensitive, if not more, as his cock. A nub the Canine pinched and titillated with his fingers, making Albert moan… And cry… And then spray juice all over the sheets.
Even his plugged asshole clenched as his newly acquired cunt was squirting and unleashed its juice all over the Canine’s fingers.
He… Didn’t use to have that. Any of that.
That cunt was but a recent addition. A mix of mutagens, pills, and some therapy at a special hospital using fellow mutants. Those tits? All the results from the treatment to make him fertile and to hormonally prepare him.
His aching balls and soft cock? The same.
His curves were blossoming, but all that change was made… Just to offer Doug the perfect vessel. The perfect recipient for his Canine semen.
For his superior Canine semen, as it was now written on Albert’s scales. Onto his thighs, onto his ass, even his lower back.
The womb tattoo had been but the first stage.
But Albert had been changed to a canvas. To a painting dedicated to the degradation of oneself. Of the reduction of a male so he could please another.
And when Doug liberated his drippy and erect nipple to lift those legs, he saw it all.
Saw the ‘Dog -> <- Only’ written on the inside of Albert’s thighs, pointing at his cunt. Saw the paw etched on the back of Albert’s testicles. The spermatozoid drawn around that asshole, pointing toward it like a target.
It could continue, practically like a catalog of what a slut could endure to please another man.
“Awoo! You are delicious!” said Doug, his tongue lolling as he leaned to lick Albert’s belly.
“That’s… What you wanted,” reluctantly agreed Albert.
But he couldn’t deny the appeal. Nor the excitement. Nor the lust when he looked at himself in the mirror.
Or the delight whenever he even dared to touch himself, to touch his groin or his ass… or his hole… or his cunt.
Everything was a new experience; one powerful and tantalizing experience for the Crocodile who was losing himself to it.
Losing himself to that enormous Canine cock pushing against his newly created cunt. Against that sweet hole whose perfume made everyone’s nostrils dilate… And their mouths watered, down to Doug as he huffed and grinned.
“Ouh. The bitch is wet already! I’ll have so much fun pumping a litter inside you!” he roared.
Well, it would have happened one way or another. It wouldn’t have been impossible for Albert to naturally develop a womb with such an exposure to cum.
But that was different. Much worse, too, when he’d done the changes himself.
And when, through one thrust, Doug punched inside his cunt. Punched inside the modified prostate. Prostate now accomodating that cunt whose insides were already wide and tenting.
And yet… Even with that, Albert gargled, feeling bloated and stuffed like a turkey.
His eyes rolled, his hands went on his belly as he could feel Doug’s cock through it… And even then, Doug wasn’t entirely inside.
He was only halfway in, and Albert already felt he was at the limit. His cunt’s inner walls were utterly crushed, and the Canine’s enormous balls were resting against his ass… Worse, Albert was… Could already tell there would be a limit, a threshold Doug wouldn’t be able to pass through.
It was the limit. The impossible passage. And yet, Albert grunted while clutching his belly. He grunted, holding onto it while Doug’s cocktip was nudging the last passageway, making Albert huff and groan.
“Too… Too deep,” he said, his cunt dripping onto the sheets and his cock onto his balls.
But Doug was grinning, having one of the meanest smirks as he grabbed Albert’s ankles and… bent him, folded him like an origami.
The Crocodile cried, of course, feeling Doug’s belly now pressing against his own and his genitals while that cock pushed further inside, the hole ‘lifted’ and presented at a better angle.
“Time to stuff the bitch like a good Alpha does!” he said, laughing.
Laughing when he pulled back, pulled slowly and steadily, leaving Albert bereft of breath. Bereft of pleasure. Bereft of touch. Of the pressure inside him.
And then, with one thrust, Doug plunged inside.
His cocktip smashed against that wall, against that door that wasn’t to open, against Albert’s cervix. And the Crocodile cried, his eyes wide and watery.
But Doug was pulling back, not even stopping as Albert cried and begged and gargled a few words: ‘Stop! Stop!’
But in fact. None of those words were safewords.
And the Canine’s ears, upright, were listening to those beggings that were nothing more than a plea. A supplication for… More.
More as that cock hammered the cervix again and sprayed precum all over those walls. As that cock smashed and pummeled, those balls hit that ass and smacked it.
Those thighs were moving with the tension and the power of pistons, moving in a mechanical way; without a break, without a stop. All despite the Canine panting and his saliva dripping on Albert’s chest and belly.
The Crocodile himself was truly bent, and halfway lifted and pulled by the ankles in a way that was both painful and intense. And raw while the dicking continued, with the echoes of those balls smacking his buttcheks branded with the mark ‘Canine Addict’.
There was even a moment when those testicles rested on Albert’s tail, almost hiding the ‘Knot only’ and the arrow pointing to his asshole.
Almost hiding the Crocodile’s shame, only for that pummeling to resume as Albert could feel his resistance being chipped down by the German Shepherd’s sheer lust and relentless desire.
As his… Cervix was slowly losing that battle, and that cocktip was pushing even further, almost… Almost threatening to break his cunt as it kept pushing, the tapered end pumping deeper.
Then… It happened.
Albert expected he’d roar and cry or something.
But when it happened, he went quiet. Almost contemplative, as his mind blanked. His eyes focused on the floral pattern on the ceiling. He observed the curves and the flowers; the petals shaped by a mere worker…
While he felt his rose being taken in more ways than one.
As his cervix was plucked, forced open by such a massive cock… Before the tip slipped inside, almost no different from a knot in the way the passage closed upon him.
It hurt, it was impossible, but it happened. Albert’s body might have been different. It might have been an adaptation, too.
But the result was that in that moment of bliss and pain… Albert was stunned watching and feeling that cock pump precum right into his womb. And progress much deeper than it could have if it were only his vulva.
So much deeper, the fateful knot pressed against his labia with Doug salivating all over Albert’s face.
“Ready for the knot, Knot-slut?” asked Doug, smirking.
“Y-Yeah,” replied Albert in a tone-deaf voice. One that couldn’t descry how he felt, the intensity of something he didn’t know existed was taken. Something… he didn’t know how to feel, or sense was now irritated, swarmed, burning, itching… And then… Beaten when that knot smashed against his labia.
That was then… In a moment of separation from the self that Albert… Was knotted.
And in that moment Albert felt that cock push his inner walls on the other side before he felt that cumshot hit his womb, directly from within.
Hitting… And drowning it.
Claiming it.
Leaving no place that wasn’t branded by Doug. No spot untouched by that Semen flooding, rushing, hitting, drowning…
Two places felt warm and odd inside Albert’s belly. But he wasn’t afraid when Doug’s mouth met his, when that tongue played with his.
For a blissful and strange moment, between his ejaculations, Albert wasn’t saying anything. Only feeling the growing throbs deep inside his cunt as… As he was impregnated, truly. Wholly.
He exhaled, his stomach heavier with saliva as he looked at the howling Shepherd. And smiled.
“Awooo! One big litter for you, knot-slut!”
“One… Big litter for me,” replied Albert, chuckling, his belly burning under his scales. Claimed.
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