Part of the pack By The Nome King, for Corrilly @ Furaffinity ----------------- A young night was upon the dense forests, rays of sunlight poured through the canopies as the light changed from an intense yellow to an awe inspiring orange, flakes of red across the few clouds that dotted the otherwise clear skies of the oncoming night. The forests swayed with the wind, rays of warmth penetrated the leaves and shone onto the leaf covered ground of autumn, hot enough to be kept warm, but cold enough to not be sweating. Crunching was heard as the unfamiliar sound of footsteps through the forest floor was heard; animals once happily enjoying the daytime were forced to make an early escape to their dens. The otherwise peaceful creaking of wood in the wind was ruined by the happy whistles of a lowly human, walking in a thick red waterproof jacket, casually disturbing the peaceful harmony of the slowly ending day. He seemed to be outfitted in jeans, which lead down to a thick pair of boots, the shoelaces on one of his boots seemed to flay freely. He carried a large rucksack which seemed bigger than his torso, a couple of devices such as flashlights were attached to the sides, and on top of short black hair covered head was a thin baseball cap, his bright blue eyes glinting with the setting sun. Martin trudged through the forest floor, each step a symphony of crunching as he destroyed the perfect layer of golden leaves that littered the clear path through the forest. Even though many people came through here during the summertime, nobody seemed to enjoy Hiking and camping as much as Martin did during the autumn. People always saw summer as the time to go swimming and camping, but often would suffer in the heat. Martin however loved the autumn and frequently told people it was his favourite season. It was hot enough to be comfortable, but not cold enough to freeze in the winter. And on top of the temperature, the trees and leaves would be in a gorgeous golden orange colour, and would light up the world with a beautiful range of warming colours. Overrated…..that’s what martin called the summer, his love of the autumn made him take long holiday breaks during this time of year, away from his stressful job working in a warehouse, and going hiking by himself. He was much happier since he had moved to the more rural side of America, he certainly preferred it to the hostile and busy life of the City. And even though working in a warehouse was stressful, the fact it was a beer distributing company, meant he would get a lot of free booze. He chuckled as he thought about his job, wondering how anybody could drink the dreadful stuff he packaged away in boxes and shipped off to god knows where in the world. He always sold his free beer to his friends and bought the much finer and more expensive ales that would be on offer at his local off licence store. He gripped the cloth arm that his rucksack heaved around his shoulder and pulled upwards sharply, causing the contents of his rucksack to clink and move about as he repositioned it on his back. Even though tiring and heavy work, Marin certainly enjoyed hiking as it gave him plenty of exercise and fresh air. He tried to remain healthy most his life, even managed to quit smoking. But he loved his beers, and he didn’t want anything to take that away from him, especially not this environment. After a bit more trudging and walking through the thick cover of orange leaves, he look onwards at the sky, seeing the sun beginning to wane in the sky, becoming less apparent and the light fading. He knew there were a lot of strange and sometimes hostile creatures in the woods, so now would be a good time to set up camp. He walked over to the left into the thicker undergrowth, looking around for a suitable spot to set up his tent. Finally he found two thick trees that looked perfect for rigging. Martin strolled over to the trees and heaved off his rucksack, grunting as he slung it off his shoulder and onto the forest floor with a “crunch” of leaves. He unzipped the top of the bag nosily, and grabbed a waterproof bag about the size of a football, and opened up another zipper, revealing a series of cords inside. Martin walked over to the first tree with the cord and wrapped one end round the trunk, securing it in place with a carabineer, then strimming it along at neck height to the other trunk, and doing the same. He grabbed the spare line of cord that hung off the end of the second trunk and pulled it tight, causing the thick nylon cord to become taught with pressure. He wrapped the excess around the trunk and tied it in place with a double knot, creating a tight line of cord between the two branches. He rummaged around in his bag yet again, and pulled out a much larger back, this time about a quarter the size of the rucksack itself, several metal pegs was attached to the side. He opened it up and flapped it out, displaying a long waterproof cover, with zippable flaps on each end. He draped the material over the cord, and allowed it to notch into the metal line at the top, and forming a rough upside down V shape. It became clear what Martin was building, it seemed to be a tent, using the cord as a top support. Martin pulled one end tight and secured it to the ground with the pegs, walking round to the other side and doing the same. He zipped up the open ends and stood back, admiring his makeshift tent. On the side of the tent was a zip open doorway between the two branches, which Martin promptly opened and grabbed a waterproof cover and laid it down. Over the next 20 minutes he unpacked his cooking stove, sleeping sack, a couple of energy bars and a bottle of his favourite beer, along with a small wind up electric lantern. Night quickly approached faster than martin anticipated, and as soon as he managed to get everything set up, the sun had nearly set in the sky and pulling the forest down into a suspended darkness. As soon as the light went down, all manner of creatures began to crawl out from their burrows and holes. Mice scurried along the forest floor, owls perched on the branches waiting for their prey, while the hundreds of thousands of creepy crawlies scuttered inside the bark and in the dirt. The night seemed to be more alive than the day, and even the long calls of deer were apparent in the almost complete silence. However the silence wouldn’t last long, and Martin knew all to well that the many creatures would begin to make their presence know. Along with the rustling of trees there were calls of hooting from the many owls, squeaks from the creatures that ran across the forest floor. Martin zipped up his tent and poured on the electric lantern, giving it a good wind before turning it on. The loud wirrs of the mechanism sounded through the tent and surrounding areas, before he flicked the switch and precious light lit up the tent. He settled down on top of his sleeping bag, and fumbled with his keys, finding the beer opener that hung off the side. With a “pssst” the beer opened and the metal cap fell into his lap. He pulled up and took a swig of the lukewarm beer before gasping and enjoying the liquid in his throat, whether it was cold or not. He pulled out his phone and started to text his friends, finding only one bar of signal strength, he knew if he were to venture deeper into the forest he would loose the signal altogether. But he didn’t want to concern himself with that yet, and decided to simply enjoy his beer. He even dared to use a small amount of the battery to play tetris on his phone, sitting quietly in the tent with the 8bit sounds filling the growing night. Eventually Martin felt his eyes grow tired, feeling like there were tiny weights attached to his eyelids and forcing them down. He let out a long yawn, gaping his mouth open and yawning deeply, sucking air into his lungs before he began to settle down. Martin managed to easily pull his legs inside the sleeping bag before zipping up the side, and continuing to yawn loudly. He leaned back and turned off the LED lantern, darkness gripped around him like a secure cocoon and kept him warm and safe as he drifted off into darkness. His dreams were filled with images of his warehouse and thoughts off his ex girlfriend, the woman he loved for years. She left him without saying goodbye, and since then she has been haunting his dreams like a ghost. He obsessed about her, wanted her back into his life. Martin knew he needed companionship, and his ex-girlfriend was the only one who ever showed him love. A stiffness began to growing his trousers but martin remained blissfully unaware of the growing erection. He dreamt of her walking above him as he was lying on a recliner next to a pool. She leant down and stroked his body, tickling and teasing his firm 6.5 inch shaft. He groaned loudly in his sleep at the thoughts and images of his ex-girlfriend teasing and slowly jacking him off, smiling deviously. He looked up at the beautiful face as she lowered herself down onto his cock, her wet cunt becoming apparent under her skirt. She groaned loudly, his shaft leaking fluids onto the surface of his pants, wetting them. He gasped loudly, looking up at the bouncing breasts and to her face to see her groaning. The groaning quickly turned to growling, and became more and more animalistic. He started to wake from his slumber, but not before seeing his girlfriend letting out a long canine howl as she pounded herself onto his shaft, looking into his blue eyes with her own orange wolf iris’s. Martin woke up startled and sweating, his pants wet and sticky from the copious amount of pre cum produced by his naughty wet dream. He didn’t know why he heard such noises, until he saw something move past his tent, the moonlight allowing basic shapes to be seen. Then he heard more growling, sounding like a wild dog was outside his tent. He realised wolves had been howling and growling outside, obviously the sounds interfered with his dreams. “ohh…shit” he suddenly realised; there were wolves outside his tent. He was so caught up in the dream he forgot about the fact that he could be in danger. Another loud growl was heard, followed by a long drawn out howl, more growling from several directions could be heard. Martin felt terrified, he felt like he was some sort of prey, and these wolves were going to kill and eat him. Martin felt fear running through him, his adrenal glands pumping as the growling of the wolves got louder. He screamed when he heard the sound of tearing material, looking down at the entrance he saw the cloth ripping away by a pair of sharp powerful teeth . The other wolves began to shred the fabric and tear down the tent, to which Martin promptly pulled his legs out the sleeping bag, ready to run. He saw the flickers of fur, then a flash of the orange eyes before the tent was nearly destroyed. Martin wasted no time and as soon as the wolves had torn down a large portion of The tent, he jumped the hole and ran for his life. He pounded his legs against the ground and panted furiously through the forest, hearing the wild canines behind him. He could hear them growling and before he could run 20 metres, the largest wolf jumped and but down hard on his ankle, causing him to fall down in pain. He landed on the soft leaves, but he felt a violent thump before a dull aching pain slowly approached around his head. He felt blood trickle down his face as he realised he just smacked his head on a rock, still feeling the large wolf biting on his trousers and skin. He tried to cry put for help, but only a half awake whimper escaped his mouth before he saw The edges of his vision fade into black. He gasped as he felt another wolf biting his other leg, dragging him off as if he weighed nothing. He didn't want to die Didn't want...to be....eaten Not.....his.........time Martin drifted off into blackness, the forest floor disappeared and the pains in his body vanished. He fell through a pit of darkness, hearing the howls and whines of wild wolves through his head, they pierced his mind like sharp claws through flesh. He fell and feel before feeling gravity once again return, his back feeling pressured before he twisted and turned round into a lying position. He felt time and space become reality again, and light return to his eyes. Martin opened his eyelids, the bright light of the forest sun burning his Retinas and caused him to blink and look away from the sky. His vision was blurred and the dull aching of his head started to thump in his head once more, filling his skull with aching. He looked around and saw some dirt and trees, and saw he was in a strange looking meadow. In front of him was a large uprooted tree, the roots entwined and extensive like a maze. Through his blurry vision he saw several wolves standing around the meadow, a couple were a couple of metres in front of him. Martin shook his head and his vision finally came back to normal, seeing the wolves staring at him. He felt afraid but somehow un-threatened by them, he was alive at least, but he didn't know why. They obviously wanted it for something; and it was apparent it wast food otherwise he would be dead. He looked down at his leg to see the wounds starting to scab over, the wolves had only done a small amount of damage, but his trousers were nearly destroyed. He saw a larger set of wolves moving inside the roots of the uprooted tree, the largest jumped out onto the dirt and started to approach him. Martin looked around and even saw the drag trail where the wolves had moved him. He felt terrified as the large canine approached, like the others he was grey mostly, but had a White belly and underside, with a black spine-line that covered his back and tail. Unlike the others his eyes were bright aqua, and they looked almost human. Martin was almost transfixed on this magnificent wolf, almost hypnotising him with his beauty and grace. There was a look of sorrow in his eyes, somehow a strange sense of longing which Martin couldn't understand. The wolf trotted closer, causing martin to back up against the dirt wall from the fallen tree, scared by the wild canine. But the wolfs actions were not that of aggression, but compassion and care. At first the wolf sniffed martins leg, before moving up to his chest and face. Martin closed his eyes expecting a viscous bite to the neck, but he felt the warm wet Tongue of the wolf lapping at his forehead. He could feel the tongue cleaning his bloody wound caused by the rock, it felt almost like an apology. However the large wolf moved his Tongue down before sniffing his nose and looking straight at him. Martin carefully opened his eyes to look directly into the wolfs own, his bright blue iris's piercing into his soul. Martin felt shocked when the wolf shot his warn wet doggy tongue out and licked his lips, it felt almost passionate. Martin was shocked, but yet again the wolf licked his lips gently. Martin felt strangely overcome by this action, he expected the wolves to eat him or at best seriously wound him. He felt a little awkward being licked by the largest wolf when all the others were watching, but he would have been lying to himself if he said he didn't enjoy it. He felt a wave of lust wash over him as the wolf edged closer, his wet nose pressing against martins own, licking into his mouth; now far beyond mere liking; this wolf was after something. Martin tried to speak but the opening of his mouth only allowed access for the large wolf, and sure enough his long slobbery canine Tongue shoot inside his maw. Martin felt like he should push back at first, but as he felt the feeling of having a slimy dog tongue in his mouth he began to become aroused. He found himself returning the strange kiss, enjoying the feeling of his canine tongue exploring his human mouth. Martin utilised his small human Tongue, licking and kissing the big dog-like tongue as they shared a wet kiss, the slimy doggy drool coating martins mouth. he felt overcome with strange feelings, he wanted to reach down under the wolf and feel his erection; even though he couldn't see, he could feel it bobbing against his leg. Martin felt strangely overpowered by these feelings and couldn’t understand why he felt so fiercely attracted to this wolf. He kissed deeper, moving his hand round and pulled the Wolf's head closer to him, their kiss seeming to go on forever. Martin felt a strange pulsating sensation in his cock and loins; a strange heat burned as he felt his erection pump against his torn trousers. Martin was overcome and he opened his eyes to see the wolf had closed his too, obviously enjoying the intimate moment just as much as he was. He looked around and saw another wolf sporting an erection, dripping pre-cum into the dirt of the ground. He knew this wolf was clearly the alpha male, the leader of the pack. He didn’t know why he was kissing him, nor did he understand why he was aroused. Then while looking around he caught a glimpse of something, something that lay in the dirt not to far from him. It was his mobile Buried in the dirt, the little light was flashing and it was a clear indication that it still had a battery. Martin could barely move from the kiss and he thought if he could grab the phone and send out a call to the police; they could possibly trace him. But it wouldn't be easy, after all he was kissing a large wolf and his erection was growing stronger by the minute. The large alpha male took notice of this and departed from the messy kiss, leaving him free to explore down his nether regions. The alpha bit down on his trousers and growled loudly, tearing away the fabric and causing martin to yelp in shock. The large canine intruder made short work of his undergarments as well; leaving his fleshy human cock to jutt out. Martin completely forgot about the phone and groaned as a gust cold wind braced against his cock's surface, causing another surge of arousal to wash over him. The large alpha wasted no time in making Martin even more horny and started to lick his diamond hard cock, his flat rough slimy wolf Tongue making short work of his cock and balls. Martin closed his eyes in pleasure and leaned his head back, being licked off by this strangely attractive wolf. Martin felt himself go limp and weak as if he was powerless to resist against the whims of this strong and dominant wolf. He felt delicate and feminine....and he loved it; he loved feeling dominated by this powerful and dangerous feral animal. "No....what the hell am I doing?!" shouted Martin, trying to control himself, trying to retain his self control. He looked down and saw the alpha pull his muzzle off martins cock, looking at him with a much more aggressive expression. Martin decided he needed to act and quickly kicked back against the alphas chest, making him whimper and fall to the floor. Martin stumbled to both feet and tried to run for the phone, but was immediately cut down and throw to all fours by one of the smaller wolves biting his legs. Martin slammed to the ground and tried to desperately crawl towards the phone, his hands so close to the screen. He heard the large alpha wolf behind him pick himself and growl loudly, almost with a tone of hatred and aggression. He felt yet another wolf bite down hard on his leg, making him yelp loudly as they held him in place. "Noo...let me go!" Martin pleaded, trying so hard to crawl and reach the phone, but the alpha had other plans. Martin's heart stopped when he felt the alpha wolf's wet nose tease his butt hole and ball-sack, making him groan as another wolf began to rip his favourite t-shirt apart. He hardly had time to protest while the alpha began to lap and lick almost obsessively at his balls and the underside of his cock. Martin groaned loudly as the warmth that he felt in his loins beforehand; became present once again but this time far more powerful. The alpha kept lapping and licking at his prick, unknown to martin it had begun to shrink in size, even though fully erect. “Ohhhhhh!!” martin groaned loudly, hearing a loud squelching sound behind his ball sack as a sensitive split opened up and began to leak clear sticky fluids. He felt the slit pulsate and pump strange liquids down his balls, dripping lubricants stained the dirt of the forest floor. Martin was so caught up in the strangeness and pleasure of the situation he didn’t know if what he was feeling was real, but he knew that he loved what he was feeling. The heat pulsated around his new slit which beat like a heart with orgasmic pleasure, more fluids dripping down his balls. He gasped loudly as he felt his testicles begin to move upwards, a dull aching in his scrotum which turned to coldness as he felt them squeeze against his new slit. They slowly began to move inside his leaking hole, a loud “plop” as each testicle popped inside his new leaking slit, making him shudder in pleasure with each movement. “Ahhhhh god.......ohhhh more!” martin moaned loudly, wanting more of the insatiable pleasure to run rampant through his body, his mind a mix of hormones and emotions. Even though he couldn’t see anything, anybody with half a brain could tell what was happening, it was clear that the slit was a pussy, the fluids were his “soon-to-be” female cum. Another shiver and groan from martin echoed in the forest as his last testicle moved inside him, moving deep inside his new female vagina and carving out a new path. He groaned in pleasure as he felt another wave of orgasmic power pulsate in his new anatomy, his new female womb fully formed and finally his testicles settled into ovaries and immediately began to ovulate. “What.....ahhh.....is this, why does it feel….so good!?!” groaned Martin, feeling his strange new female hole leaking and pulsating, his mind was amix with adrenaline and pure sexual pleasure, he groaned and moaned loudly as the large alpha wolf began to lick the sensitive slit, making him gasp like a woman. “Ohhhhhh” martin gasped again, his voice sounding even more feminine than before, another powerful wave of pleasure surged through him as the big sexy alpha male pushed his wet nose into his pulsating slit, and started to lap furiously at his cock. Martin closed his eyes and felt his heart rate increase, his cock now a measly two inches long. He felt his cock leaking the remainder of his male cum as the foreskin split open, clear fluids dripping out the tip as they began to stretch. Martin moaned loudly as he felt his hypersensitive glans move up into his wet female hole, becoming smaller and repositioning itself as a clit. His foreskin folded up and round his long thin slit, puffing out and becoming even more sensitive than before. Martin groaned and gasped when the alpha began to sniff and lap gently at her folds, a strange alien pleasure coursing through him. The only way he could describe it was like having a climax on either side of a super sensitive hole, the fluids tickled and trickled out uncontrollably. The alpha took a good long sniff and taste of martins new female anatomy and immediately began to get the urge to mount him like a bitch, his cock dribbling canine pre-cum uncontrollably. Martin felt himself snap out of his sexual trance when he felt the coarse fur rub against his back, the wolf on top of him panting in his ear. He felt the warm dribbles of canine drool splatter onto his shoulder, the panting he heard from above was almost hypnotising. Martin groaned loudly and whined like a dog when the alpha pushed the tip of his thick red veiny wolf cock inside the entrance of his new female folds, making him gasp in realisation of what had happened. Martin was now female, and he had a large wolf on top of him with his cock out.... “Aaaaahhh…noo…ohh please no!” he pleaded and panted as the rest of the alpha's thick canine shaft pushed its way inside martins new female cunt, stretching them open and causing martin to gasp loudly. He felt so helpless and violated, but at the same time so filthy and dirty for being fucked by this animal. And even though he wanted to escape, a part of him wanted more, wanted to be mated by this powerful and dominant beast. “Noo please....get....off....stop....don't....please...don't stop” He moaned, starting to enjoy the advantages of being female, the feeling he received from the alpha male's thick canine cock was enough to make anybody submit. Martin began to move with the wolf's thrusts, enjoying his penetration as a female, willingly submitting himself to the alpha's wants and needs. The feeling of fullness inside his new cunt was something he longed for, and now he had that feeling; he didn’t ever want it to end. Martin groaned and whined as the canine intruder pumped inside his new female sex, thrusting and pounding away like a mad dog. Martin hated how good it felt, hated how nice it was to be screwed by this wolfs thick wolf prick. Martin began to rock and sway his rear back and forth with his violators hips, giving clear indication of his obvious enjoyment. Part of martins mind was screaming at him, pleading him to stop and run, or at least try and escape from this sodomy. But Martin wasn't listening, he had been deafened by the sheer arousal and overpowering sexual haze he found himself in. It was like a drug trip that had no end, he couldn't focus properly anymore; all he could think about was the feeling of the fat veiny bright red wolf cock stretching his feminine folds open; going deeper and making him want even more. “ohhhh....more.....ohhh yes.....mate me!” martin groaned, his mind starting to sway with thoughts of being fucked like a bitch, being submissive and willing for her strong leaders seed. A strange numbness and tingling in the tips of martins fingers pulled him partially out of his sexual trip, then a slight pain which seemed to pulsate and penetrate his fingernails. Martin opened his eyes to look down as his hands, his eyes suddenly shooting wide open. His fingernails were beginning to reshape, the edges carving round and moving out into a sharp tip in front of his eyes. The pain increased and more nail pushed it's way out of his fingers, pushing out until they unmistakably resembled a set of canine claws. Martin gasped and panted as his claws began to discolour into a jet black, his fingers begin to shorten out and reshape, his eyes now looking upon the cellphone that was within his grasp. Bottling down his pleasure; Martin reached forward and tried to grasp the phone with his fingers. He smiled as he managed to hook his clawed fingers round the top of the phone, leaning forward and tying to grasp the edge with his thumb. His smile quickly disappeared when he felt and heard his fingers clicking loudly, popping bone caused them to reduce in length, while his palm started to become longer. His thumb cracked loudly and began to move back along his much longer palm, settling down a fair distance from his shorter fingers. He whined and panted loudly, scrabbling and scraping uselessly against the phone screen with his newly forming digits. He could only whine like a dog as he scrabbled at the ground round his phone, to be so close and yet so far. “nooo....let me go, its not.....fair....let me.....ohhhh” Martin groaned as the alpha thrust again inside him, making him groan and submit further. But that didn’t seem to halt martins efforts, he kept scraping uselessly at the phone trying to pull it towards him. The alpha seemed aware of martins intentions and pulled his furry paws under martins chest, forcing his back against the dominant wolves chest. Martin whined even louder as a strange tingling started to emanate from his hands, a puffing in his misshapen palms caught his attention. He lifted up his deformed hands and looked round to the palm, he started to whimper when he saw his skin become a dark black below his short fingers as the flesh began to swell and puff up. Tiny grey and black hairs began to poke through his skin and grow outwards; reaching a good 2-3mm in length before stopping. The hair felt tingly, but warm and rather soft to the touch, just like......the wolf above. He another puffing sensation made itself present on each fingertip, the webbing between his fingers growing thicker until his hands resembled nothing but a pair of canine paws, the fur still spreading over them. "Ahhh nooooo, not like this!" martin pleaded, realising what was going on, realising the seriousness of his situation. His hands cracked loudly again, his joints reconfiguring and the fur starting to spread up his arms. “not a wolf, please stop....stop...it....ahhh” martin groaned trying to protest as he realised what he was becoming. His hands were now a perfect pair of wolf paws, and he had no doubt in his mind that the change wasn’t going to stop there. He realised the alpha was turning him into a wolf, he didn’t know how he was doing it, or why he was. Martin kept scrabbling at the phone, trying to hard to reach the device, but the harder he tried, The more fur grew up his arms and the more he felt himself wanting it. Another wolf observing walked toward Martin, his cock starting to push out from his fuzzy sheath, his intentions clear to everybody but Martin. This wolf was a little smaller than the alpha male, but had a much brighter coat, and had a beautiful face. His beauty was a mask for his mind, and the large canine Quickly trotted over to the whining human, and pulled his front paws up onto martins shoulder. Martin caught a whiff of the powerful musk given off by the other Wolfs crotch and cock which bobbed in front of his mouth. The alpha growled and increased his pace, thrusting faster and deeper inside martins throbbing sex. He groaned even louder this time, opening his mouth wide and letting a long moan before whining like a bitch. The smaller wolf edged forward and forced his red slimy dog cock deep into Martins mouth making him gag a bit before accepting the shaft and beginning to enjoy the taste. Martin fell back into the sexual frenzy and moved his new wolf paws into the dirt, the fur still spreading up his arms. Another powerful thrust from the alpha above caused Martin to deep-throat the other wolves cock, pre-cum dribbling down his gullet. He whined as he felt his cunt begin to quiver, the lips folding in and the muscles around starting to bulk up. He groaned as he felt his female anatomy shift, his cunt shifting from a clean line shape, to a more muscular triangular configuration; the skin turning dark around his cunt lips and clit. Martin felt a surging warmth around his backside and ass as a familiar tickling sensation moved around his cunt. He groaned loudly as softer White fur started to spread and grow round his new doggy cunt, tickling the sensitive lips and the alphas cock; making him growl even louder. The fur grew under and between his ass, before he yelped loudly as his hips reconfigured, cracking bone echoed in the forest as it forced his legs upwards into his body. The cracking continued as his buttocks spread apart, revealing his ass-hole for all to see and smell, White fluffy fur growing up and around it, making the “bitch-to-be” moan in pleasure. “mmmphhhh ohhmmmmm” Martin groaned, his words and moans muffled by the large wolf cock he licked and sucked off. The changing human started moving with his attacker again, moving his newly configured hips back and forth to allow better and deeper penetration. He moaned loudly as the start of the alphas knot ploughed against his delicate canine hole, making him wonder what it would be like to be knotted like a good bitch. His desires were starting to allow more of the lusty canine instincts inside his head, flooding his mind like a plague and causing an even more rapid progression of his change. He began to lick and suck the thick wolf cock even deeper down his throat now, sniffing and loving the musky perfume of his violators. He whined loudly as he felt his tail-bone crack and move, and instinctively raised his rump in the air; groaning as a small nub began to wriggle around the top of his spread ass and backside. Martin closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his tail wriggling out and growing, gasping through the mouthful of cock as the fur grew up his fleshy tail, more bone cracking and growing longer. Martin could feel tingling in his tail as fur covered it's surface, making him realise that this was his tail. He was growing something only animals had and he could move and control it like his arm or leg; and he loved the feeling. He could feel along the surface of his tail, as the fur grew, the gust of wind, and even the warmth of the alpha's crotch. “mmmmm ohhhhhmmm” mating moaned as he felt his tail brush against the underside of his lover, making him enjoying the guilty pleasures that his new body brought. Martin whined louder this time, each thrust making him sound more and more like a wolf being fucked. Martin truthfully wanted this, deep down Inside him, he was happy with his fate; happy with his situation. But no matter how hard he tried to let go, he still couldn’t help think there was something so wrong with his predicament. Another thrust from the alphas powerful cock subdued his human conscience and allowed his growing canine one to dominate, taking control of his emotions and feelings. His tail continued to grow while his legs began to get the same treatment as his hands, fur growing downwards toward his feet. He groaned as he felt a strange grinding sensation, followed by a loud crunch as his upper leg cracked loudly and reconfigured, now pulling up into his body. He smiled as he felt his Femur shorten in length, forcing him to stand on his tip toes. He knew what was going to happen, and somehow he knew it was too late to run. He had lost the use of his hands that were now furry paws, and his feet were not far behind. A loud crack in his tibula and fibula made him wince before he started to grin as his feet began to lengthen. He suckled and licked madly on the cock he had forced down his throat, licking the edge of the canine knot and wanting something more; something better to suck with. His cunt began to quiver again, this time sending waves of pleasure down his spine and making him gulp and moan. He felt his tongue push out his mouth, making it run across the length of the wolves shaft and along to his sheath. Martin was shocked at how long his tongue was getting, but enjoyed the sensations of his lengthening taster. His tongue began to flatten out and gain more surface area, his mouth secreting a much slimier spit which lubricated his tongue perfectly. Martin groaned as he felt his tongue finish growing at about 3 times the length of his normal tongue, now a full canine taster. He lapped and sucked the rest of the wolves cock, loving the feeling of having a big flat doggy tongue. His toes cracked loudly and the same dull pain hit the tips of his toes, His nails reshaping and becoming sharper. It felt strange almost like somebody was pushing new nail through his toes like putty through a mould. He pulled his mouth out of sucking the cock to catch his breath, licking his chin and nose with his new long canine tongue which hung out his mouth. “ahhhh...ohhh …..what ishh thisshh” groaned martin, his speech impaired by his much longer tongue, slurring his words as he flapped his large tongue around his mouth. He groaned loudly as a wave of pleasure hit his body as he felt a pulsating ecstasy growing in his canine cunt, his toes crunching as he dug his new hind claws into the dirt. As his feet grew longer he felt a alight twinge in the back of his foot, he groaned as he felt the tendon stretch across both feet, causing his ankles to crack loudly into place, fur growing over them and covering his once human skin. He felt somehow more comfortable standing on a fours, he had grown quite attached to his front paws, and even enjoyed having them. His toes and lower foot started to feel warm as the bottoms of his feet began to puff up and press Into the soil, the fur spreading down his new digit-grade legs. Martin giggled as the fur tickled around his feet and his newly forming paws, his toes now digits on the end of his new digit-grade legs. Martin gulped deeply and resumed sucking the thick wolf cock in front of her, while the large alpha fucked his doggy cut mercilessly. Martin was mostly wolf from the belly down, with the exception of his paws and tongue, the fur growing up and down his spine. Martin nearly gagged on the large wolf shaft as he felt his elbows and upper arms crunch loudly, the bone shortening and sinking into his furry body. He groaned as his lower front legs lengthened until he stood happily on four paws, now possessing four legs instead of two. Martin whined loudly as he felt a growing orgasm approaching in his fuzzy wolf cunt, his fluffy White crotch stained and matted with his slimy canine love juices. The alpha growled and barked loudly, pulling himself closer and laying his chest down on martins back, which quickly became coated with fur. His coat was similar to the alpha's, black on the top of his spine which turned to a grey in the middle and a nice bright White around his belly and crotch. Martin sucked harder on the thick canine prick that filled his mouth, licking with his flat wolf tongue, gulping as he felt tickling on four new spots down his belly, becoming highly sensitive as the growing White fur warmed them. He realised these to be four new nipples; giving him six in total. They seemed a lot more sensitive now; which was most likely due to his female nature now. “Mmmmm oohmmmmm” Martin felt a dribbling coming from the wolfs cock he was sucking madly, tasting like a sweet saltiness he knew the liquid to be precum. He continued to suckle and lick the tasty cum off the thick red prick, slobbering his slimy wet wolf spit over the sexy red canine cock. Loud whines and growls from the wolf above his head indicated his pleasure and his near orgasm. His thick dog cock throbbed inside martins mouth, and he licked harder on the wet shaft to receive his reward. He pulled his mouth and and opened wide, lapping at tip and felt the first squirts of cum, before the full load. The seed came like a torrent and Martin was shocked with The force of the cum, spurting into his mouth with unrelenting power. After the first couple of spurts the cum started to simply pour out into his open mouth. Martin held his mouth under the thick red wolf cock, letting the last of the cum drip into his waiting mouth, holding it and tasting it with his long wolf tongue. Martin loved the taste and held the canine seed in his maw, savouring the seed like somebody sampling fine wines. Eventually Martin gulped down the thick gloupy liquid, and he groaned as it trickled down his gullet. Martin felt the cum trickle down his face and using his new slimy dog tongue, he licked his face clean. He loved how his canine tongue felt over his skin, a roughness pulled off the cum effortlessly, leaving him with a thin film of slimy wolf drool. Another powerful thrust from the alpha above made Martin whine louder this time, which sounded like begging, pleading for more. Martin felt his climax approaching, feeling involuntary contractions in his canine cunt, causing both the changing human and the alpha male above him to groan and moan in pleasure. Martins panted wildly and let his heavy tongue flop down over his mouth, stings of thick slimy canine slobber coated his chin. Martin panted loudly as he began to fall back Into the sexual ecstasy, the sensations were simply overwhelming and he couldn't help but enjoy them. Martin helped loudly as the alpha pulled himself closer to martins neck and bit down hard on the back of his neck. At first it hurt quite a bit, but as the alpha pulled he felt the skin go loose and it started to feel really good. "ahhhh.....m.mm..mate me...I.....Ohhhhhhh!!" Martin groaned, panting even louder as he lost control of his emotions. He whined as he felt his neck push out, his cracking vertebrae growing longer as his spine extended once more. He felt so good, so sexy and hot; like this is how he wanted to be forever. His Powerful leader clamped down harder on the back of his neck, fur growing over the skin, creeping up towards his head. Martin whined and panted as the fur moved up the bottom of his neck, covering his humanity with new canine heritage. He felt so close, his moist quivering wolf folds shaking and leaking uncontrollably as he came so close to having his first female orgasm. "Ohhhh god!! Make me your bitch!!! Aaaaa....AAAAROOOWWWWW!!!" Martin howled, his neck crunching loudly as his voice-box altered and changed. He howled like the wolf he was; howling as he felt his nose cracking and changing. His cunt quivered and pulsated, a powerful orgasm pounding his new Female body, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine to the tip of his nose, a loud pop in his nose making it push out even further. Martin felt his face push out with each powerful wave of orgasmic ecstasy, every pulse was another crunch or crack of bone reshaping. He watched as his nose and jaw stretch out from his eyes, tickling fur growing around his head. Another powerful wave of orgasmic pleasure pumped down Martins body and made him howl again, his ears tickling as they moved up his head, his whole skull shifting so he faced forward. He felt new muscles twitch; allowing him to move his changing ears, growing larger and wider, picking up new sounds of the trees and birds, the pants from his mate and his squelching cunt; still being fucked by the dominant alpha. Just as martin felt his orgasm die down, the alpha thrust one last time and his knot popped inside martins already worn gaping wolf folds. “AAAAROOOWWWWWWWW!!!” Martin howled loudly, the alpha biting down hard on his furry neck and pounding his knot deep into martins wet wolf cunt. Another more powerful orgasm pounded Martins body again, his face crunching and cracking out further as he howled, his teeth starting to change too. Martin felt the knot expand and his nose started to discolour to a deep black, becoming wet and picking up new smells. He sniffed the air and caught the scents of all the sexy wolves who's cocks dripped pre-cum from the arousal of seeing their leader fuck a human into wolf-hood. Marin howled one last time as he felt thick warm wolf cum spurt out into his body, his vagina sucking it into his womb. He pushed himself further down the knot, not wanting any precious seed to escape, his face covered with fur. A final thrust from the alpha initiated the final changes and Martin howled loudly, his teeth crunching and cracking out, growing longer and sharper, his mouth dribbling doggy drool uncontrollably as his face let out one final loud "CRACK!!" before the tickling fur subsided and his orgasm died down. The alpha bit down hard on the loose bit of skin before releasing his grip and licking the back of martins furry head. Martin was in a daze and couldn't focus on what had just happened, nor could he remember half of his situation. The large alpha pulled back, only to be constricted by his knot, and every sharp tug caused both of them to yelp out in pain. Martin could feel his knot pulsating inside his new wolf cunt, more cum dribbling inside. He tried to move away, only to yelp out loudly again as he found himself knotted to his mate. The alpha male moved back and lifted his leg over martins tail, until his cock was bent back past his balls so they were ass to ass. Martin stood on all fours and felt the warn furry buttocks of his mate against him. Martin felt his tail rubbing against the alpha male's own, and used it to wrap round, entwining them both together while his knot still pulsated inside his warm wet canine folds. Martin panted and opened his bright blue eyes and realised what had just happened, he was so caught up in the sexual frenzy it seemed more like a dream. "ohh....what the hell.....why did that.....feel so...good..." Martin thought to himself, trying to comprehend what had just happened. He knew what he was now, the alpha male had somehow changed him into a female wolf. He felt somehow both turned on and scared at this development, He had been fucked into submission by a wolf; then turned into one! He began to panic, whining and pining to escape, not knowing how to help himself now. He saw the cellphone in front of him again and it all came flooding back to him, the whole encounter. He felt so terrible that he had allowed, and even worse; enjoyed being screwed and changed into a bitch; this alpha's plaything. But then something caught his eye, something be didn't notice before. All the wolves here were male, not a single one was female. He could tell not just by the sights and obvious sights, but by their scents and smells. They wanted him to breed with, they didn't have a female and they obviously needed one for mating. Then his heart stopped in fear; he realised now he now proper female, but also a wolf; and that big alpha had just emptied himself inside him. Martin tried to get away, pulling away from the knot and the larger male wolf, only to yelp loudly in pain as the knot pulled on her muscular folds. He didn’t want to get pregnant, nor did he want to be a filthy animal. he whined and felt a small trickling tear roll down from his still human eyes, unable to move away from his violator he had once called his mate while being fucked. Martin couldn’t move, nor could he talk or plead for help; he was stuck like this for god knows how long. More tears rolled down his furry face and the sniffling was combined with his whining, making him more upset that he even sounded like a wolf. He tried to gather himself and think of a way out of his rather strange problem, trying to think straight. As the pack of wolves moved away to go back to sleep, now satisfied with the spectacle; martin saw the cell phone just in front of him. As luck would have it, he felt the alpha’s knot slowly start to shrink in size, relieving the pressure and aching pain martin felt in his cunt. Martin felt the alpha slowly move away and with a loud “pop” the knot and his cock popped out martins worn female hole. Martin whined and let out a deep growl at the feeling of his cunt slowly closing up again, making him pant at the relief of not feeling pain there anymore. He was finally free by himself, able to move and do as he wanted, but in this strange new body. Martin looked down at his paws and saw each digit tipped with a long black claw, his whole leg covered in fur. It felt strange to stand on all fours, but not necessarily uncomfortable; in fact martin much preferred it. He began to pant loudly and could feel his tongue resting on the edge of his long mouth, feeling his right canine pushing under the tongue. It felt like his nose was a mile in front of his face, but he quite liked the feeling of a muzzle, it felt like there was more to his face now he had more of it. He kept on exploring his new body, turning his longer neck round and managing to look behind him, seeing his big grey furry body and his tail at the end. Now he could certainly say having a tail was worth being an animal, he never knew that such a simple thing could mean so much to him. It was like a persons penis size, even though it doesn’t matter too much; it means a lot to the man who has it. And he felt the same way about his tail, it felt like comforting to wag it from side to side, as well as using it to brush his slit clean. Martin started to walk slowly towards the phone, placing one paw in front of the other. He felt himself almost topple over to one side from walking on all fours, but quickly used his tail to stabilise himself, moving it left and right to keep himself on four paws. He was quite pleased with himself and after a little walking he trotted over to the phone and began to dig it out of the dirt, using his claws and paw pads to scoop out the grit and soil. He managed to get the phone onto the right side, and clean off the front face, the screen and buttons lying in front of him; visible but covered in dirt. Martin thought for a moment, trying to remember his pass-code for the phone lock, trying to remember the combination. Martin whined as he struggled to remember his combination, it seemed like a monumental task to simply remember a 4 digit number. He was a little scared at how he couldn't even remember half of the things he knew about the phone, how he couldn't even remember what his own telephone number was. But he remembered The pattern of numbers and using his sharp claws, he carefully in-putted the 4 digit combination. He growled loudly when the phone rejected his pass-code attempt, making his self esteem and hopefulness drop even lower. Martin then had a brainwave and tried again, entering the code carefully with his clawed paw. His efforts proved successful and he managed to unlock the phone, allowing him to see battery and signal. He growled when he saw that there was a large amount of battery left, but absolutely no signal connectivity. He didn't know if he could remember any numbers; let alone call for help. Martin pulled his tail between his furry legs and whined again, unhappy and confused about his condition. He didn't know why the big pack leader had done this to him, nor did he understand how. But he wasnt going to sit here to find out; he was going to try and escape. He didn't know the pack would care if he simply left, they had gone through a lot of effort to get him here, and even more effort to change him. But he couldn't stop now, he had to at least try to escape. Martin looked back behind him to see the alpha wolf leaning down and licking his cock clean, lapping at the tip before moving his head up to stare into martins blue eyes, licking his at wet nose. Martin felt like he was looking at a person, his eyes were not orange or red like some canines, but an aqua green. He was shocked to see his eyes at first, he had spend most of his time above him, screwing his thick canine folds. He seemed preoccupied and Martin decided to walk out; there was no way he could run out, he knew it would look like an escape. Martin slowly started to walk away from the closing, the alpha still sitting by the large mound of dirt, the uprooted tree opposite. Martin kept walking up the large hole in the enclosure where the tree obviously once rooted itself, feeling quite scared of the consequences. Even though he couldn't see, he could feel the eyes of the pack fixed on him as he climbed further out of the dirt hole, the smell of the pollen and rusting of trees awaiting him. But it wasn't to last, the beautiful sounds were interrupted by a heart stopping growl from behind him, a growl Martin knew all to well now. He heard the alpha quickly trot toward Martin, growling and snarling. These wolves were not stupid either; they seemed to understand what was going on, and it seemed they knew why they had changed him. Martin tried to run, he managed to get a couple of metres away from the enclosure before he was cut down by the alpha. He whined as he felt the powerful wolfs teeth sink into the back of his neck, making him go limp and submissive. He felt helpless as he lay in the grass, the powerful alpha wolf dragging his limp bitch body down the slope back into the dirt hole. Martin picked himself up again once he felt the alpha release his grip on his neck, no pain seemed to emanate from there; it was only skin afterall. But it seemed it wasn’t over quite yet, as soon as Martin picked himself up again, he felt the wet nose of the alpha poking at his wet wolf cunt, making him whine and growl softly. Martin tried to get away when he felt the big front paws of the alpha press against his back, then the warm tip of his large canine cock; poking at his already worn wolf slit. He yelped when the larger leader clamped his teeth down on the back of Martins neck, causing him to moan as best a wolf could groan. He instinctively hung his long Tongue out the side of his muzzle when he felt the warm shaft push inside him; making him feel once again feminine and delicate, making him feel like his bitch once more. He hated how good it felt, hated how he loved to prick his ears back and listen to the sexy panting of his dominant mate, loved to hear the growls, and loved to be bitten and owned by the sharp maw he possessed and utilised. He felt so horny and sexy, like all he wanted was to please his master; his leader. Martin felt like he was part of the pack, even though he could try and run; he didn't want to. He wanted to stay And be fucked by this sexy wolf, he wanted to be owned and imprisoned by this powerful alpha wolf. And every time he let himself go; everytime he begged for more with whining and screwing; he felt more and more of his humanity slip, and he loved it. Martin growled and whined as he felt himself approach orgasm once more; this time much quicker than before. He panted and helped loudly as the alpha shoved his knot deep inside his much more flexible canine lips, stretching them apart. He howled along with his dominant mate as he felt his first full wolf orgasm rush through him, making him howl loudly, his left hind leg twitching and shaking as he felt more of the wondrous cum fill him up, wanting more to shoot inside him. He yelped and whined as he felt the alphas knot swell up inside him, making him pant loudly. He was shocked when he felt the alpha biting down on his neck, making him relax and feel secure somehow. He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the feeling of being knotted, loving how full he felt even though there was a little bit of pain. He noticed that the pain slowly died away, leaving him with a wonderful pulsating warming feeling that emanated from her cunt. The alpha didn't dismount though, he instead stayed on top of Martin and began to lick the bite mark that he left under his fur. It felt like a way of an apology on his part, which only got more intimate when he licked the back of martins big fluffy ears. Martin was surprised how nice this felt, and he almost didn't want this to ever end, happy to be with this powerful and strong wolf. A little nuzzle here and a lick there calmed Martin down until he was fully submissive, quite happy to do anything the alpha wanted. Martin yelped and gasped when he felt the alpha pull his knot out sharply, causing a burst of pain to rush through her folds before dying down. He smiled as he felt cum tickle out the bottom his worn triangular cunt, the tickling sensation making him even more horny. He felt the alpha brush his neck and head up against the side of martins furry belly, before rubbing his ears across martins neck and nuzzling him lovingly. Martin was overcome with confusing emotions, he didn't know whether to feel compassion or disgust. He was ashamed at himself for what he had just allowed to happen....again; but he felt a strange sense of companionship With this loving wolf, a sense of belonging he never felt before. Martin responded by nuzzling back, sniffing his warm coat and loving his musky fragrance. He felt intoxicated by his scent, it was almost hypnotic in it's delirious effects. The large alpha wolf wandered into the uprooted tree, the other wolves moving aside out of both respect and fear. Martin assumed he was going to sleep; the sun was beginning to wain in the sky. He realised the entire ordeal lasted only about an hour, yet it was already late enough for the sun to set. He realised he must have been unconscious for a good 14 hours before he woke, and then of course he was changed. Looking back at his bizarre transformation, he couldn't help becoming aroused thinking about it; his own cunt betraying him by leaking slightly, making him realise he found being a female wolf a real turn on. Martin knew he could run and possibly even escape, his bright blue eyes were fixated on the slope that lead out the enclosures hole, the trees above creaking and becoming him upwards to freedom. Every human part of him was screaming at him to run, to escape and flee as far away from this place and leave it as a bad memory. But he didn't, he turned his neck and walked towards to uprooted tree, part of him not understanding what he was doing. He carefully climbed up the thick roots of the fallen tree, the other smaller wolves looking at him intently. He pulled himself up and balanced carefully using his new wolf tail, managing to climb into a fairly large chamber. He could see that it had been hollowed out a bit, large bite and scratch-marks littered the walls, but Martin knew it must have taken the pack a while to do this. He wandered inside and admired the work, before seeing the large alpha lying down on the hard wood, his paws crossed and resting his muzzle on his furry paws. Martin wandered towards the large canine and leaned down, licking the tip of his nose, to which the alpha responded with another lick on martins nose. He shivered and quite liked being licked on his wet sniffer, it felt somehow satisfying and fulfilling. Utilising his newly jointed and strangely configured wolf legs, martin wandered round and slowly planted himself down next to the alpha. It felt most peculiar to bend his hind legs backwards so much, but he liked having forward bending front legs, it made it much easier to lie on his front. Martin smiled and closed his eyes when he felt the larger alpha lick the back of his ears, nuzzling him gently and moving closer, their big furry bodies warming eachother Martin felt so loved and cared for, even though this alpha had violated him, he still cared, maybe it was something he didn't want to do; but had to. He remembered all of the wolves in the pack were male, there were no males. Maybe they needed a female and decided to make one out of a human; how they had done this exactly he didn't know. But as Martin become more and more relaxed he didn't concern himself with the silly human thoughts, and enjoyed the sound of the alpha male breathing gently. He loved how soft his fur was, how loving he could be, be wanted to stay like this..... Forever............. Forever he fell through the blackness of dreams, feeling his hands and feet rush against the dark void. He was human again, he couldn’t see his muzzle or feel a tail, he was back to normal. He watched and saw drops of colour disperse into the void like oil hitting water. The colours forming shapes and images, a blurry image of a person quickly coming into definition. It was his ex girlfriend, a tumour in his mind brought to hideous life by the torment of his own soul. "looks like you've finally outdone yourself Martin, how do you like being a filthy fucking animal" she said vindictively, her voice distorted, it sounded like she was drowning. “what would you know.....you left me....and didn’t even say goodbye!” martin shouted, his voice holding power, but the image of his girlfriend remained. “im not the one who's the bitch......you need to wake up! WAKE UP!!” she screamed, tearing a hole in martins mind, making him scream at her. "LEAVE ME ALONE...JUST LEAVE ME!!!” shouted martin through the void, his words shattering her body into nothing but water, dispersing into nothingness as he fell again, falling through empty space... until he found existence.....and time....and sound...... the sounds.... Martin was abruptly awoken by the sound of sniffing, still partially caught in his dream he tried to remember what was going on. Then he felt his tail moving, his ears pricking up and the new smells filling his muzzle. Martin moved his ears down remembering his experience, the memories flooding his head and making him cringe. He was hoping he would wake up in his tent and find himself normal, leaving only this experience as a bad dream. But alas he woke to the sound of sniffing and scuffling, causing him to prick his ears forward. He found the use of his swivelling ears to be most useful, and as he opened his eyes he was surprised to see it was night-time. He expected it to be day, wondering why he would be woken at night. He felt the strong breathing of the larger alpha wolf next to him, and martin found a strange comfort sleeping next to this alpha. The sniffing and rustling caught his attention once more, the other wolves too deep in sleep to be stirred from their slumbers to care or notice the noise. Martin carefully pulled himself up, nearly falling from his strange joint configuration, but quickly found balance before walking over to observe the source of the noise. Looking through the roots of the fallen tree, he saw two smaller wolves sniffing and inspecting martins old human clothes, the trousers and jacket nothing but torn shreds, even the phone was sniffed and thourally looked over. He watched as they began to gather up the items, pulling them into their mouths and walking up another opposite slope. Martin whined quietly and carefully made his way out of the uprooted tree core, jumping down the roots and following the paw prints. He realised that he would be making the same types of prints with his paws, and felt a strange sense of loss from having hands. As martin made his way up the slope he caught a glimpse of the wolves throwing down his old items on a large pile of a strange mossy mess. It seemed to be incoherent and irregular, with flashes of red and blue. Then martin realised it was a pile of other clothes and items. He spotted mostly coats and trousers, but spotted some undergarments, a bra, and even a rucksack or two. Around the large pile of old human cloths were small containers, they looked like stainless steel cylinders, but they had a weird triangular symbol on the side, something martin couldn’t make out. He was surprised he could see so well in the dark, it was almost effortless and so effective he barely noticed it. But after some looking and wondering he finally realised what the wolves were doing. They were once people, somehow turned into wild feral animals, it may have been why he changed as well. He almost panicked when he saw the other two wolves approaching him, and he thought it a good idea to get back to sleep quickly, lest the other wolves approaching saw him spying on them. He hastily made his way back down the slope and up into the fallen tree roots, finding the hollowed out section, the alpha still sleeping soundly. He realised now how the pack was able to hollow out this tree, no normal wolves would have been that resourceful. As Martin leant down and began to relax with the alpha, he began to think about his current state. Since these wolves were probably once people they must be lonely or in need of a mate, or maybe they needed to simply find a human. He didn’t know why they wanted him, or how they had changed into the wolves they were; he didn’t even know if they all were once human. For all he knew some of them could just be animals, even if they were human he found it hard to believe that they remembered who they were. As he drifted off into sleep once more he thought about his life ahead with the pack, what he was going to do and how he was going to do it. His mind grew weak as Martin dazed off, the strong heartbeat of the alpha wolf lulling him to sleep. ------------------------------- Martin found the first couple of days the hardest, he would often wake up from a sleep and think he was back home in his apartment, only to wake in the same fallen down tree, the large alpha wolf at his side. He found no way to pass his time, other than sleeping or wandering around the enclosure he found himself almost trapped inside. Everytime however he thought about how nasty or cruel the pack of wolves were, he would always be reminded of the night he saw the large pile of clothes, and remembered that these wolves may not have always been so. He often comforted himself with the thought that they could still think like people, that they were only doing the things they did out of survival. Martin slowly began to accept the futility of his situation as the weeks went by, and he was certain after the fifth week his friends and family had given up on finding him. He had tried to escape three times, and every time he did he would be pulled back to the pack and fucked by the alpha, it seemed he wasn’t allowed out the enclosure, probably because they needed him, but more than likely because they wanted to protect him. He had come to accept he was only here for sex; the alpha mated with him at least twice to three times a day, leaving him usually worn out and tired. Even though Martin hated being female, but being screwed by this large alpha wolf; he couldn't help feel secure everytime he was mounted. Martin had no doubt in his mind that he was female in body, but he refused to call himself female in mind. He was still male in his head, although he often scared himself with his often submissive nature towards the large alpha, as well as sometimes lifting his tail in the air when he wanted to be fucked. He knew he had to do something to keep his sanity intact and he decided to name the wolves by smell and scent, knowing if be kept knowing them by just their smell alone; he would eventually loose himself. He called the large alpha Max, the name of his old German shepherd; it seemed to make sense for him. He then named the second largest wolf; the one who was trying to gain dominance over Max. Martin Called him tank, mainly because no matter how much punishment he took from Max, he would always get back up. And finally the third largest wolf he called diesel; mainly due to him being the best and sneakiest hunter. He would always be the one to lead a hunting part to bring back a deer or a couple of rabbits. He had already begun to act like a wolf, often howling loudly whenever he was fucked by Max, craving raw meat like it was some-sort of drug. When he was forced to devour an animal, he nearly threw up the contents of his stomach, which mostly consisted of leaves and fruit; not a healthy diet for a wolf. But after the first couple of bites he found himself relishing in the delicious taste, tearing apart flesh and bone to get to the juicy and succulent organs. He would always eat with Max, because he was the alpha he got first pick of the best bits. Martin learned a lot from observing Max and learned that the tastiest parts to a fresh deer was the heart, liver and the shoulders. Once Martin and Max had eaten their fill, the others would tear and devour the rest, often leaving only strips of flesh left. Martin often felt bad for enjoying it so much, he liked deer and didn't want to see a dead one; but survival came first, and he would often eat rabbits if he could; despite their chewy meat and slightly bitter innards. Martin often wondered about Max, and whether he considered Martin to be his mate, since they slept and eat together, along with the fact that only Max was allowed to mount him. The others could only lick themselves or screw eachother, obviously only The alpha male was allowed the female. He didn't know if they even talked to eachother, and over the months he learned that the pack mostly communicated through body language. He learned ways of telling Max if he was frightened or angry, in pain or upset, but also if he was happy or loving. Eventhough Max was very brutal when mounting and fucking, he was gentle and kind every other time. Martin warmed to Max most when Tank attacked him, and tried to fuck him as if he owned him. He was bleeding heavily and in a lot of pain from the bites he received from Tank, and was whining for help. Martin was thankful when Max intervened and threw down tank, biting and clawing him badly. After which he licked and cleaned his wounds carefully before helping him up into the tree to sleep. He felt a strange companionship with Max, even though he had changed him into the bitch he was; he didn't seem to hold it against him. However Martin knew with the constant fucking he would most likely become pregnant, and being fucked three times a day helped him gain some weight. Martin assumed his big belly was due to his eating habits, but soon realised in the second week after his multiple nipples became very sensitive; that he was pregnant. He loved the feeling of being with puppies, it was strange to still be male in mind, but a pregnant female in body, almost like he didn't belong as a male. Reasoning with himself; he knew it was the huge volumes of hormones surging through him, often making him tired or hungry, sometimes even angry when Max tried to mount him. But he came to enjoy being screwed while pregnant, even though his cum was just dribble straight out afterwards; he still enjoyed it. Along with his memory, his math skills seemed to disappear, he couldn’t remember who anybody was from when he was human, nor could he remember or think about numbers. He remembered a face, a woman’s face he obsessed about, and he knew he was once human, but that’s all he had in his head. He also found the love of nipples when sleeping, he woke with his pregnant belly and found his nipples to be bulging slightly, The production of milk was obvious. He found his paws to be quite sexual at this Point and really enjoyed rubbing his paw pads over his sexy wolf nipples. Often groaning when he played with his nipple using his claws, often making him whine in pleasure. Max had even come in and seen this once, and simply joined in, licking his nipples, then his overly wet canine cunt. Martin found himself almost happy in his current state, but would often feel very guilty after being mounted or playing with himself. He knew it was the only human part of him, telling him that what he was ding was wrong. But he loved giving into his canine lusts and desires, enjoyed being mated and fucked by his mate. After approximately 60 days he started to feel strange contractions deep in his muscular wolf cunt, a slight trickling in his folds caused him to pay attention. Martin was happily eating the rest of a dead rabbit outside the fallen tree, Max was not far away either. The trickling suddenly gave way and Martin felt a huge gush of water rush out of his cunt, feeling like he was taking the quickest and biggest piss ever. But his heart dropped when he felt a pause before a wave of powerful and very painful muscular contractions surged over his lower body. Martin felt his legs grow weak and made him whine before falling to the ground, feeling his large swollen womb gently press against the dirt. Max heard the whines and immediately smelt martins bloody amniotic fluids staining the soil; quickly pricking up his ears and trotting over to Martin. The pain didn't seem as bad as Martin imagined, the contractions were more of an aching pulsating pain, similar to a cramp that he got in his leg from sitting down in the cinema when he was still human. He quickly found himself getting light headed and began to pant to diffuse heat quickly from his body, breathing and puffing heavily. He didn't get much time to think about how he was going to actually give birth before the first wave of birthing contractions started. He whined loudly as the pain increased as he felt something soft and large moving down his womb into his vagina. He knew this to be one of his pups and pushed hard, pulling his paws against the dirt and gritted his sharp teeth as he felt the head and muzzle move out of her cunt. He whined loudly as he felt a painful Stinging in his canine lips as the head popped out, the body pushing out much easier than The head. Martin panted and didn't get much time to relax before yet another contraction hit his wolf passage, feeling yet another puppy push through him. Martin howled loudly as the second puppies head stretched him open, another shooting stinging pulsing through his cunt before the body slipped through. Martin panted and whined loudly as he squeezed out another 4 large healthy puppies, Martin panting and gasping loudly. He finally regained his strength and managed to pull himself up onto his paws, looking over At the pups, still coated in the amniotic sack. He licked Max's neck as he bit the cords linking them together, making them move immediately. Small yips and high pitched barks emanated from the litter of wolf pups. Martin leaned over and started to lick them clean, cleaning off The sweet amniotic fluids, and revealing their tiny bodies and thin coats of fur. They started to move up and fall about, their eyes still closed and unable to see. But they knew the scent of their mother and immediately began to stumble over to martins chest, sniffing the fresh leaking milk. Martin groaned as they started to suckle on his wolf teats, spurts of milk filling their bellies as the six wolf pups sucked on their mothers six sensitive canine nipples. He whined as he felt Max lapping and cleaning his cunt clean, caring for him like a mate would. Looking down at the puppies Martin realised this was his life now, he was female and a mother. He had a responsibility to them now, to look after and care for them as a mother should. He felt the last part of his humanity wane in his mind, gouged by this miracle of nature; willingly submitting to the canine instincts that took over. Martins iris's started to become larger, his bright blue human eyes changing colour from blue to orange while his pupil filled up the colour. She howled loudly as the last of her humanity vanished, along with her masculinity, completing the change after a long 2 months. Martin panted and enjoyed feeding her pups, loving her new life and relishing In being a caring mother of six wolves. All the while she had been searching for somebody to share herself with, her old human ex-girlfriend tore that from him. But in the light of nature, and in her new form she finally found what she had been searching for in the woods all along.....a loving mate. All traces of her human side were gone, apart from the torn shredded clothes that rotted in the pile of so many others, along with her phone. That night martin changed, the night the wolves dragged his clothes to pile, his phone did something strange... the phone vibrating, a light flashing inside, ringing emanating from the speaker A trace being made.......