Moonrise

Content Warning: this story contains breeding kink, pregnancy kink, rapid pregnancy, multiple pregnancies, magical anatomy transformation (man grows breasts and a vagina), werewolves, size difference, massive dicks, multiple dicks in one hole, gang-bang, outdoor sex.

Elias had known the creature that bit him was a werewolf from the moment he laid eyes on it. For one, no natural born wolf was the size of a small horse on all fours. For another, they couldn't walk upright when it suited their needs.

Terrified of becoming such a creature himself the next full moon, Elias had searched desperately for a cure, only to be told by a witch he would need to slay the creature that bit him to undo the curse placed upon him. Considering werewolves spent their days as humans and were secretive by nature, Elias had known his odds of hunting down his attacker were slim, and yet he'd persisted.

Unfortunately, he'd turned up little by the time the month was up and the man resigned himself to his change, hoping that he might keep enough of his mind to hunt down the werewolf that had bit him while transformed himself.

The moon rose and a heat blossomed in Elias' belly then spread through him like a wildfire. He was changing—

something

in him was changing, but when the sensation ebbed somewhat and the man looked down at himself, he didn't immediately notice anything different. He felt...strange and yet he looked the same on the outside while his body craved something he couldn't put a name to. The craving overwhelmed all rational thought or caution and sent Elias deeper into the black forest to find something to satisfy his body's mysterious new hunger.

Sweating despite the coolness of the night, Elias stopped beneath the waving bows of a willow tree at a stream's edge to splash some water across his fevered brow.

While refreshing, it helped little to quell the heat in him and Elias began to unbutton his shirt until he suddenly felt eyes on him.

For the second time in his life, Elias laid eyes on a werewolf and knew instinctively somehow it was the same one that had bitten him. It stood on its hind legs across the shallow stream, watching intently while Elias reached for the silver knife he'd acquired to kill the creature that cursed him— the idea he could flee never occurring to the man for a moment.

Nor did it occur to him to run when he saw more werewolves step out of the tree-line after the first, some on four legs, others on two.

The first wolf,

his

wolf, waded across the stream towards Elias and the man remained frozen in place, shaking like a leaf beneath the weight of its golden gaze. Running, he knew, would be a mistake— there was no way he could outrun such a massive creature, doing so would only provoke it.

Blood an inferno beneath his skin and head spinning, Elias toppled over and tried to scramble back from the werewolf while still keeping his eyes on it. It reached for him at last with one of it's massive, clawed hands and the man barely had time to flinch before it grabbed him by the throat and pushed him onto his back amongst the fallen willow leaves.

It stripped him, then— shredding his clothes heedlessly in the process, until Elias was naked on his back beneath the wolf's massive, crouched figure. It was only when the man turned his wide-eyed gaze down towards the stiff, pink prick starting to slip free of the sheath between the werewolf's muscular thighs that Elias realized just what change the curse had brought on him with the rising of the full moon.

His own cock was gone— replaced, as far as he could see and feel, by a wet and aching cunt at the apex of his thighs. Less immediately obvious were the extra nipples he'd grown. He had at least six, now— the two he'd started with and four more below that, all with soft, puffy areolas and stiff tips standing at attention, as if begging to be sucked.

The werewolf dipped it's head, one hand still lightly gripping Elias' throat to keep in him place, then ran its broad, hot tongue up one side of his abdomen so it raked across three of his six nipples and made the man shudder at the pleasure it sparked in him. Lust was quickly subsuming his higher reasoning and despite the fear that still burned within him, a low moan escaped Elias when he felt the tip of the werewolf's cock brush against the folds of his newly formed vulva.

Could he really do this, he wondered. Was he going to let this beast fuck him here on the forest floor under the light of the moon while its pack watched on? He could hear the others milling around, occasionally ducking into his field of vision, but all keeping a careful distance from what seemed to be their leader where it crouched over him.

The werewolf finally loosed its hold on the man and pressed its cool, wet nose to the crux of his throat and inhaled deeply, scenting him, the motion bringing it in closer yet so the narrow head of its dick nudged against, and then parted, the thick outer lips of Elias' cunt. Both man and wolf moaned softly at the sensation and Elias understood the craving that had sent him headfirst into the forest at moonrise.

It was a mating instinct. He was in heat and the only thing that could quench the fire in him was the beast who had inflicted the change on him in the first place.

The wolf pushed Elias' knees up towards his own chest, braced itself against the soft earth, then plunged its slick, red cock deep into its new mate's virgin hole and began to fuck him with wild abandon.

The sensation dragged a wretched scream from Elias' throat that was soon drowned out by the elated howls of the other wolves who watched on from the sidelines. The werewolf panted and groaned as it fucked him while Elias yowled, torn between agony and bliss as the creature's massive member pushed his body to previously untested limits. The wolf's cock was at least as long as Elias' forearm and as its base began to swell it was nearly as thick— and yet the beast was clearly intent on sheathing its full length inside Elias's body come hell or high water.

"I'm going to break— you're going to break me!" Elias whimpered pathetically as it fucked him, though he made no move to try and pull away, let alone escape. Whatever pain or pleasure the wolf might decide to wreak upon him, it was Elias' duty to accept it for the good of the pack. This, his new instincts informed him, was precisely where he belonged; on his back beneath a rutting, panting beast intent on pumping its seed into his belly.

Elias grew accustomed to the assault soon enough as he learned to let his abdomen relax, allowing the wolf's cock deeper into him while he tangled his fingers in the dark, dense fur that covered its chest. As if sensing the change in him, the werewolf suddenly wrapped its long, powerful arms around Elias's prone figure then got to its feet, carrying its human mate with it.

Still impaled on his mate's prick, Elias gasped and moaned loudly when the sudden change in position drove him further down onto the wolf's shaft. He grasped at the creature, shaking like a leaf as it carried him back across the stream the way it had come, away from the shadow of the willow tree and into the full light of the moon. Elias could feel the werewolf's knot pressing against his opening and was certain it would never fit— but the wolf used its hold on him to pull him down until, finally, the fist sized bulb plunged past the threshold of Elias' overworked cunt and into the channel beyond with a wet, sloppy, squelch.

A strangled scream erupted from deep in Elias' chest and, overwhelmed, the man went completely limp and blacked out for a moment. When he came to a second later, the werewolf was lowering them both back to the ground again and Elias' belly bulged unnaturally outwards to accommodate the full length of the cock sheathed within in.

Soft and broken, a quiet, "Ah—" was the only sound Elias could manage as he looked down at the unnatural bulge and lay, unmoving, as the wolf began to hump him. It was the only way to describe the motion as the knot kept the creature from drawing back far enough to make a proper thrust and Elias whimpered as he felt it begin to swell further, well and truly locking their bodies together. Thus bound, they became one writhing, shameful,

unnatural

beast under the blinding white light of the full moon.

The werewolf lay itself atop him, hips still rocking while it panted and ecstasy ebbed and flowed through Elias' body as they coupled. Their breaths mingled in the narrow space between them and the human finally began to move in time with his new lover. He clung tight to the wolf, sweating under the heat of its body against his while he arched his back up to force his distended belly to rub against his mate's. The pressure made the intrusion of the wolf's red-hot cock in the straining sheath of Elias' ravaged body all the more intense. It was too much, it was

far

too much, but the agony he'd felt when the beast first claimed him had long been overpowered by pleasure. Some sort of primitive self-defense measure his changed body had to keep him from resisting his new role in the pack, maybe.

Or maybe he'd just always been like this and it'd taken a wolf to show him.

The rest of the pack had gathered around them in a circle, though at a distance of some yards, but the man barely paid them any heed, head too full up of his mate and the impossible fullness he felt. Never had he experienced such a sense of completion, never had he felt such pleasure in the arms of a human lover as he shed all rational thought and surrendered himself fully to his most base urges.

What remained of his human mind sundered, Elias clung to the werewolf like a lifeline while jerking his hips to force its knot deeper into him. The back-swing of their thrusts tested the limits of his body as the fleshy bulb dragged at his hole from the inside, then plunged back in again. Elias could feel the tapered tip of his mate's cock battering at the mouth of his womb— the pain of the contact sending electric arcs of ecstasy echoing through him.

It was addicting, this sensation, overwhelming, and yet Elias couldn't help but chase it. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced when he'd had a cock and in that moment he couldn't imagine ever going back to how he was before. He drove himself down harder onto his mate's shaft in an attempt to force its tip to breech his innermost chamber so it could pour its seed directly into his womb. That was something he could have never experienced before tonight and his overwhelming desire to be penetrated— to have even that deepest part of himself ransacked by the beast on top of him left him in the throws of frenzy.

Finally, the werewolf came with a howl and Elias threw his head back, mouth agape with a silent cry as his mate filled him. He could

feel

the heat of the wolf's seed as it pumped into him, and the flow of it lasted for some time. It took even longer for the beast's knot to subside enough to finally withdraw and when it did Elias gasped, despondent at the sudden sense of emptiness.

The sensation faded quickly as he lay naked beneath the light of the moon within the circle of wolves, however. Only half-conscious as he recovered, it took some time before Elias finally let his grass stained hands brush over his stomach and he was stunned when he realized it remained swollen even without the wolf's cock lodged within him. Had it truly produced so much seed as to inflate his belly so?

Whether that was the case or not, it soon became apparent that wasn't the

only

thing causing his stomach to bloat unnaturally— a new change was overcoming Elias' body as he soaked in the moonlight.

His nipples, all six of them, were tender to the touch when Elias explored them with trembling hands and he nearly orgasmed when he gave one of them a hard tweak. Desperate the chase this new sort of bliss, Elias worked his newly formed clit with inexpert but determined fingers while he tugged and played with his nipples, one after the other, until he came with a cry. The force of his orgasm made his back arch and drove the breath from his lungs as his entire body seized while he slapped and ground his fingers against his twitching clit. Leftover cum from his coupling with the werewolf gushed out of him with the force of it as his whole body bore down, quaking under the onslaught of so much pleasure, but the swelling in his belly didn't subside in the slightest.

If anything, it only increased during the time it took him to find his release. Elias' chest began to expand as well and it didn't take long for him to realize he was growing breasts to go with his new nipples and, combined with his growing waistline, the man finally understood what was happening.

The wolf had bred him and Elias was going to give birth to its pups.

Tonight.

"What have you done," he groaned and looked up at the wolf he had mated with— the one that had made him this way in the first place.

Made him its bitch. Literally.

The werewolf didn't answer, but came to lay beside him and started to suckle from one of Elias' tits. The man's startled yelp turned into a moan at the sensation, and grew louder when a second wolf, paler than the first, laid down and began to do the same on the other side.

Nothing came out at first, but as the minutes ticked on and Elias' breasts and belly continued to grow at an impossible rate, the wolves only seemed to become more insistent. Utterly lost in this new bliss, Elias stroked both wolves head and necks, encouraging them to continue while he lay on the grass between them. They licked and sucked at each nipple in turn and the man could only watch as his breasts grew heavier while his nipples became bigger in preparation for the pups to come.

And the pups were

certainly

coming.

Within an hour of the wolf planting its seed in him, Elias felt the first flutter of movement inside of him and, awed, he reached out to touch the taut surface of his stomach in response. The sensation grew more powerful and more frequent as the restless child within him fought for room in the increasingly limited space afforded by their 'mother's' body.

By the end of two hours Elias looked full term and yet still he continued to grow, leading him to suspect he wasn't carrying just

one

wolf pup in his belly.

God but he'd never felt so

heavy.

His milk was coming in a steady flow now, though, so the wolves stopped feeding from him and allowed the man to roll onto his side with a groan of relief. The children he bore felt like they were pushing all his other organs up out of the way, including his lungs, making it difficult to catch his breath as he lay there in the grass, moon high in the sky while he absently stroked his distended stomach in an attempt to sooth his children's' restless movements.

The weight of his tits weren't helping things. They were at least d-cups by now, possibly larger, and freely dribbling milk. Despite the unfamiliarity of his changed body, Elias couldn't help but be aroused at the sight of himself. A quick glance at the wolves around him revealed he wasn't the only one, either. More than a few of them had cocks that were either barely sheathed or fully exposed and leaking precum at the sight of him. He watched as two of them gave in to their body's' needs and, after a brief scramble for dominance between the pair, one pinned the other to the ground and began to fuck its partner with violent abandon.

Despite being on the verge of labor, Elias had never been more aroused— nor had he ever been the subject of so much unmitigated

lust.

Unable to resist the temptation, the man levered his gravid body back into an upright position, rows of heavy breasts swaying with the motion, and sat on his knees.

Elias' massive belly rested heavily on his thighs and nearly reached his knees it was so distended and the wolves watched him intently when he began to stroke his stomach enticingly.

"You like this, don't you? Like seeing a bitch full of your pups, ready to burst?" he asked the wolf that had bred him when their eyes met. Then, he glanced around at the others and let his hands trail slowly up over his rows of heavy, impossibly soft breasts. "Or maybe you're just dreaming of mating with me yourself. You want to put your pups in me too?" he asked the wolf who had already suckled from him with his mate. He was just as large as the dark wolf that had already bred Elias and his prick was already fully erect, eyes locked on the human.

Desperately turned on by the strange power he held over the creatures that had cursed him, Elias sat back and spread his legs to expose his glistening cunt. Before he could tease them further, however, a sudden pain lanced through Elias' abdomen and he cried out, startling the wolves. "Ah! I— I don't— " Elias stammered uselessly as the pain repeated and the surface of his abdomen rippled as the muscles seized.

Contractions. Not even three hours and he was already going into labor...

Labor could last for hours but, just like everything else since his change, things were moving impossibly quickly so Elias' contractions came hard and fast. Panicked, but fighting to find the best position to deliver on an instinct he didn't even know he had, Elias dropped back onto his elbows and spread his legs wide as he screamed while his entire body pushed with all its might.

Around him, the wolves yipped and howled excitedly, but none of them moved to help, only watched on while Elias labored, surface of his bloated stomach heaving with the effort of pushing until he felt the first pup breach his cervix and slide into the birth canal. It was an impossible feeling to describe for the man but he didn't have energy to think anyways so he rode through the contractions, panting and sweating with effort until, finally, the first baby spread his vagina wide, wider than the wolf's cock ever had, then spilled out onto the grass between his legs with a scream of effort.

A sob of relief tore free of Elias' chest at the sudden decrease of pressure but it was short lived as he realized his waistline had only barely shrunk as a result.

Just how many pups had the wolf put in him?

One of the werewolves came just close enough to fetch the first baby out of the way and clean it while a shout of effort cut through the night and a new wave of contractions moved the next pup into position.

In all, Elias gave birth to five pups— and pups they were— just like their wolf of a father. None of them were human, but natural born werewolves— something Elias hadn't even realized existed. The entire pack seemed overjoyed by their arrival and soon Elias was sprawled out on his side in the grass with hungry pups latched onto five of his six tits, suckling hungrily while the man dozed, exhausted.

He woke not long after to the sensation of a cock being shoved into his loose, throbbing cunt, though, and twisted to see the second, paler wolf mounting him where he lay.

Too weak to pull away, Elias gasped, "What are you doing?"

It was a stupid question, though. The pale werewolf loomed over Elias and his newborn pups, hips pistoning his massive cock in and out of the man's birth-ravaged pussy while the rest of the pack looked on.

If anything, it seemed there was a line forming— as if they each planned to have their way with him before dawn.

"I can't take

all

of you," Elias protested, but his words soon turned into soft, pleased moans as the new wolf persisted and no one moved to stop him.

Was this his life now? Producing as many pups for as many wolves as possible? How many litters would he be forced to bear? How many pups would he push from his abused cunt? Would they let him rest? Would they relent when the sun finally rose or would they keep at it even as they regained their human forms at sunrise?