I step off the train and hurry along the platform before descending a flight of stairs back down to the street. Not far from my apartment now. It hasn’t been easy ignoring all of my instincts to seek out the biggest, most dominant alpha males I can find but as long as I keep my eyes down at my feet and keep moving I’m sure I can make it home without incident. I take a right and hurry along before I accidentally walk straight into a wall.
My eyes look up and I see that this ‘wall’ is in fact exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid. In front of me is an eight foot tall bear beastman. A huge belly and chest filling out his plain sweater and a bulge that looks like it could burst free from his jeans at any moment. He looks down at me, clearly unbothered by the small disturbance my running into him caused. But quickly his nose begins to sniff at the air and I think to make a run for it, but how could I? He’s everything my body is craving right now. He snorts and folds his arms nonchalantly.
“So the little slut likes orcs. How about big, beefy bears?” This is bad. His voice rumbles with such authority and I can hardly think straight now that I’ve laid eyes on him. He’s big…why don’t you find out how big? My hole twitches wildly and even with my insides caked with orc cum that aggravating itch comes roaring back. It’s making my breath hitch in my throat and legs shake. Just focus on getting home. Focus Eli. The large bear gropes at his bulge, putting on a small show for me and I moan in response. You’re so close to making it back to your apartment. He’s…He’s…Oh fuck it.
Five minutes later and he’s shoving me against the wall of a dirty public restroom. He has to lean very far down for him to keep up with his rough kiss and I can tell he’s getting frustrated with having to do so. He suddenly lifts me off my feet and carries me into a stall before slamming the door shut. The big bear slides off my oversized sweatpants with one large hand and then unzips his own pants before fishing out his cock. I look down, my heart racing as I try to get a look at what he’s packing and then I gasp as I finally do. Girthy is the understatement of the century. He’s maybe ten inches and thicker than my forearm. One large, clawed finger lowers itself underneath me and then pushes inside of my already used hole. He growls as a second finger slides into me and my insides tighten around them.
“Your pussy is milking my fingers slut. You really want it that bad huh?” I try to hold back my response but it comes so naturally.
“Yes! G-Give me your cock sir…please!” Without much more preamble or preparation, he takes a seat on the toilet and spreads my ass cheeks wide open as his tool draws closer and closer to my slick hole.
“It’s gonna be tight fit lil’ guy” He then starts pushing inside of me and I smile as his fat cockhead spreads me open with ease before gliding into my depths. I can feel it slipping into the mess of orc cum inside of me, forcing some of it back out around his dick. I hear it plop to the ground beneath us and shake as he pushes the rest of his dick into me with one solid thrust. “Mmmfff…taking it like a champ!”
Even with how large this beastman is, my hole accommodates him without much trouble. Even still he wasn’t lying. It certainly is a tight fit, and I huff as my soft insides undulate and compress around his fat cock, milking him everything he has to offer.
“Fuck your pussy is good. Never felt someone milk my dick like that before.” Then he lifts me up off his dick until only the tip is left inside. I wriggle in his arms trying to get him to lower me back down, but he seems to be enjoying watching me squirm. My hole sucks on the head of his cock desperately and I grip his forearms tightly.
“Please…unghhh…please put it back in. I n-need it!” He chuckles and starts to do the opposite, pulling me off his dick entirely and I whimper helplessly.
“Haven’t met a slut as cock hungry as you in a long time. You really want it?” I nod feverishly, and he finally abides me. He shoves me down with so much force it knocks the wind out of me and I nearly cum from the sheer relief his throbbing manhood provides. Over the next hour he bounces me in his lap telling me what a good slut I am. The orc’s cum still inside me froths and spills around his dick which he seems to love. He never outwardly says it, but it seems clear he loves handling a bottom who’s already been used. Eventually he grows tired of this position and then hoists me against the stall door.
“Ahhhhnn! Ohhhhh f-fuck! Gahhhhh!” My moans of pleasure are becoming louder and louder, the thought of someone overhearing us never even crossing my mind in the moment. At one point he shoves two thick fingers into my mouth. I’m sure it’s mostly to keep me quiet as I moan out my appreciations, but the added bonus of being controlled in such a way only fuels my heat and notion that this was a good idea. Finally he pulls his fingers from my mouth and pushes himself against my smaller body.
“Can I add to that load inside you?” I let out a soft pleading groan and start nodding again.
“Y-Yes please!” He grunts sternly in response and starts pounding my ass with more force than even a man his size seems capable of. Knowing I’m moments away from having a complete stranger breed me I feel those pesky logical thoughts getting in the way. You don’t even know this guy’s name. I didn’t know the wolf’s or orc’s before they bred me either. This isn’t the kind of person you wanted to be. Why not? It feels incredible. Have some self-respect. Oh shut up!
And with that final counter, he plunges deep within me and starts pumping in his load. I can feel it mixing with the orc’s, churning and gushing within me as their combined cum pushes deeper into my body. Like clockwork my own dick begins to fountain my own semen across his round belly and he has to clamp his muzzle on my lips in order to muffle the delighted screech of joy I let out. Their combined jizz continues to pour through my guts until it finally reaches my stomach and begins pool up inside. I look down in fear, only just now remembering the potion Devon gave me that allows cum to travel right through my body from one end to the other. I whimper as it continues to fill my stomach but before it begins to travel up my throat it stops. I pant with lust and dread as he slowly pulls his fat cock out of me. Once it pops free, he sits me on the toilet to let the river of semen flow out somewhere besides the grimy bathroom floor.
The beefy bear affectionately rubs a hand through my hair, mussing it up before he tucks his cock away and steps out of the bathroom stall without a word. I sit there panting and huffing as I reorient myself and then grunt questioningly as the flow of cum seems to slow down. Each second that passes my hole is tightening up again, and before long it clamps itself shut to hold their loads inside of me. Even attempting to push it out is no use, not that that would work for Zev’s cum anyways.
Ten minutes later and I’ve managed to slide my oversized sweatpants back on and I’m making my way back home again, but only one block down I see a dark red symbiote propped against a nearby building. He’s scrolling through his phone and I take the opportunity to size him up. He only wears a pair of gym shorts to cover his sizable bulge, but it’s not doing its job well as every contour of his dick is made visible by the thin fabric. His upper body is completely bare, showing off his sharply chiseled abs and round pecs. It’s clear from the shape of his face the symbiote has bonded with a stallion beastman who’s long snout has sharp teeth lining his smile. My heat tells me I’d be a fool to let this potential opportunity slip by and in my current state no logical thought arises to counter that position. I walk across the street towards him and feel my heart flutter as his eyes shift in my direction. He lowers his phone as I step within a few feet of him and to my own surprise I take the lead.
“Hey there.” I try to say it as seductively as I can but can’t help feeling silly, wearing massive sweatpants and sporting a belly that makes me look like I’m either pregnant or a heavy drinker.
“Hi cutie. You look like you’ve been busy.” His voice is deeper than anyone I’ve ever heard in my life. It’s commonplace with symbiotes but his is on another level as it rattles all the way to my bones. Already resolved to let this man ravish me, I make my move and sincerely hope he doesn’t reject me. I take a step closer and place a hand on his abs gently.
“Wanna add to it?” There’s a brief pause where I wonder if I’ve gone too far and he’s going to do more than just reject me, but then his permanent smile widens, and every sharp tooth is exposed. I suddenly question if I made the wrong choice but it’s much too late for second guessing. He grabs ahold of my outstretched arm and drags me with him into a nearby alleyway. Before I can utter a word his long tongue slithers from his mouth, arching up into the air above me. I shiver underneath him, watching the slimy appendage writhe excitedly before he lowers his head swiftly and that slippery tongue plunges down my throat.
“Gllkkk! Nmmfff!” He holds onto both of my shoulders, keeping me perfectly still as his thick tongue explores my esophagus. Then a long, gooey tendril forms from his back and slides under my sweatpants before dragging them down. I really should be terrified. This guy is by all accounts a literal monster and we’re barely concealed from the public eye in this alleyway. His hands lower toward my ass and pry my cheeks apart, a thick glob of cum spilling out of my hole as it prepares itself for the main event. Meanwhile his tongue is doing much more than simply wriggling around in me. It’s sliding in and out at a rapid pace as he quite literally tongue fucks my throat. He then hoists me up by my ass and presses me into the brick wall behind me as two more slick tentacles slide his own shorts down. My eyes look down as his member is freed from its confines and if it weren’t for his tongue clogging my throat I would have let out a shocked gasp.
His cock is equine in nature, sporting a flared head and medial ring on top of being well over a foot long, but what really surprises me are the spines that run along the length of his shaft. Dull protruding barbs that look sincerely insidious. The rim of his flared head is covered in these barbs and I inwardly ponder if they might hurt or worse…spike my pleasure receptors off the chart. Turns out I don’t have long to find out and as his throbbing cock grows erect he lifts me a little higher, placing the tip against my winking hole. I try to protest. Not because I’m not eager to have his load in me, but the uneasiness of not knowing how this is going to feel is genuinely frightening. But with his tongue snaking its way in and out of my throat I can’t get a single word in. After a few more moments he starts pushing and my feet point outward as my hole gives me, spreading wide around his length as it splits me open. At first the barbs don’t seem to be adding a whole lot to the experience. Not to discount how incredible it feels to have his monster cock coring me out, but I expected them to make a radical difference. Then as he bottoms out he starts to drag his meat back out of me. It’s only now that I feel the difference those spines make and my whole body convulses as they dig into my smooth insides, trying to root him in place.
He slides in and out of me in slow, drawn out motions, letting me feel every tortuously satisfying inch. But soon enough he starts to lose patience and speeds up, drilling into me without remorse all while his tongue continues to plug my throat. I continue to gurgle out low moans around his tongue as he drills into me, squirming in his grasp as he does. More gooey tendrils sprout from his body to manhandle me into new positions. Spread eagle with my face pointed at the ground as he rails me from behind. Legs pointed at the sky as if I was in a sling. Pressed against his body as he forces me to ride him. There seems to be no end to the ever-changing ways he wants to fuck me. After what feels like hours of his relentless pounding, he wrenches his tongue from my mouth and lathers it against the side of my face leaving a trail of thick saliva.
“We’re gonna breed the fuck outta you!” I open my mouth to respond but the words catch in my throat when his spines abruptly jut outwards. They dig into my guts in a way that I feel should be painful but it’s so mind numbingly pleasurable that every muscle in my body is tensing up. Then comes my favorite part as his sludgy, searing hot cum begins pouring into me. It surges up through the absolute mess that’s already inside of me and after a couple of minutes I feel it bubbling up through my throat. My eyes go wide when I realize he’s about to cum right through me and I clamp my mouth shut as tightly as I can. My cheeks puff out as their combined loads fill my mouth and rather quickly the force behind my lips is too much to hold back. Viscous, slimy cum fountains from my open mouth and pours over my chin as the symbiote leans his head back. “Holy shit! You’re something else kid!”
His climax eventually reaches its end and I gulp down as much cum as I can to clear my airway. After several attempts and a small coughing fit I manage to do so, and he starts to pull himself out of me before setting me gently back on the ground. The most appalling thing is, even with literally every inch of my insides caked in thick nut sludge, I still want more. How could I possibly want any more than what I’ve already gotten? I shake my head trying to get a grip. Even as much as I’ve enjoyed these experiences and even with my heat doing most of the thinking I know that there needs to be some kind of limit.
The large symbiote reaches down to my sweatpants and pulls out my phone, a wicked smile on his face as he punches in his number. He then grabs his own shorts and pulls them on, sighing happily.
“Feel free to hit us up. Would love to see how much we can make you squeal with a bit more privacy and time on our hands.” I think to myself that I couldn’t agree more, but still out of breath and exhausted all I can manage is a feeble thumbs up. He chuckles and walks off as I pull my sweatpants back on and return to my journey back to my apartment. Luckily I’m only a block away and I manage to enter the building without much trouble. I take the elevator up to the third floor, thankful that none of my neighbors are around to see the state I’m in. A bloated, cum filled belly, wearing the clothes of a man I just met this afternoon while remnants of the seed that’s saturating my insides dribbles from my chin and down my legs.
The elevator doors open and I step into the hallway when I stop dead in my tracks. Standing at my door is Bill, the seedy stallion shop owner who set this path of my life into motion. Seeing him sets off a rage and uneasiness inside of me but worst yet…a hunger. Even though I should hate this man for what he’s done to me I can’t help my body intuitively reacting like a bitch in heat. Well I suppose not like one since I truly am one now thanks to him. I should hate him, but it takes every ounce of willpower in me to not go up to him and submit as fast as I can.
“I see you’ve been making use of the alterations I gave you.” I scowl and hurry towards the door, holding my breath so I don’t catch any of his scent and it ruins my resolve to ignore him. My key slides into the lock of the door and as I reach for the knob he beats me to it, letting himself inside.
“Hey! I didn’t s-say you could come in.” He simply ignores me and begins to peel off his shirt, stepping into the center of my living room. I go to say something else when he unzips his pants and pulls them down. No matter how hard I try no words come to mind and my eyes stay locked on his slowly unfurling manhood. I loathe him and yet…I can never escape the deep rooted desire to be taken by him. Truly and wholly. Not just bred by him, but owned by him. To be his bottom boi like he always intended.
His scent fills the apartment slowly and before long it hits me, making my mouth water, my hole twitch uncomfortably, my insides to itch. It’s not as strong or addictive as the orc’s but enticing all the same. Something about it is just…filthy. The stench of a wicked man who I both despise and revere. His muscles flex as he walks around, stretching his arms up over his head, revealing his musky pits that I want nothing more than to bury my face in. How many more loads can I possibly take today? But how could I refuse him? He turns to me and smiles.
“Oh don’t worry, I’m just making myself comfortable. You’ll have to get your fix from someone else for now.” I feel a strange twinge of…what is it…regret…disappointment? I tried to ignore him and avoid him as best I could but him telling me he’s not here to breed me suddenly makes me feel disappointed? He walks over to my couch and grabs one of the pillows before he abruptly begins to rub his sweaty balls on them. I freeze in place, dumbfounded by his actions. He notices my reaction and grins even wider.
“What are you…doing?” He doesn’t answer just yet, instead tossing the pillow onto the couch and grabbing another before he repeats the process.
“Just getting my scent on my boi’s things.” He hoists his leg up onto the top of the couch and starts sliding his cock and balls along the cushions as well. Once his sweat and scent are stuck to the fabric he stands up and starts walking to my bedroom. I follow along like a lost puppy, unable or more accurately unwilling to tell him to stop as he heads straight for my bed. He starts pulling pillows off my bed and rubbing them against his pits and his ballsack before doing the same to my sheets and blankets. I whimper quietly, trying my best to make sure he doesn’t hear. Just knowing that every time I go to sleep I’ll be smothered in his musky scent is pushing my mind into a lusty fog. I could always wash the sheets and pillowcases as soon as he leaves but I know I’m not going to. Whatever he may have done to me, he’s got a hold on me.
He returns to the living room and reaches down to his jeans, pulling a small vial out filled with a magenta-colored fluid. Oh this can’t be good. He steps closer and I finally find it in myself to take a step back. A strange symbol is painted on the front of the bottle, looking like a sort of heart shape but less angular.
“What is that?” He shakes the bottle a little and sets it down on the table next to me.
“This is your next modification.” He then turns around and starts to get dressed. My eyes follow him hungrily, wishing he wouldn’t cover his beefy body up with his clothes. God what is wrong with me? He slides his shoes back on and just like that, heads for the door.
“Wait! You’re…you’re just gonna leave?” I feel the need to pull him back, tear off his clothes and worship the stallion. Make him feel so good he has no choice but to stay and breed me full…or fuller than I already am.
“I told you. You’ll have to get your fix somewhere else for now. But once you take that potion you’d better come and see me. Trust me on that…you won’t want to be bred by anyone else until I’ve told you what it does.” I think to myself I have no intention of taking the potion anyways but can’t help wondering what it does. Maybe I can still convince him to stay and just let me blow him. No! He’s a creep. If it wasn’t for him you’d probably be breeding some willing bottom right now. I nod to myself and resist the urge to pull him back even as that annoying itch tells me otherwise. I open my mouth to tell him I’m not taking the potion but he’s already shut the door and left.
I stare at the door and pant, trying to calm myself down but my heat won’t let me. My skin still burns hot and I start to pace to keep my mind off the aching desires raging inside of me. I mindlessly wander until I accidentally bump into the table and the small potion bottle falls over onto the floor. I go to pick it up and inspect it for any damage but it seems to be fine. I look at the symbol a little more closely but can’t pinpoint what it is. Curiosity takes over and I uncork the bottle bringing it to my nose. I give it a few small sniffs and think to myself that it smells very sweet. It’s very enticing actually. So much so that I lower the bottle to my lips and very nearly swallow it down. I tilt the bottle a little before I realize what I’m about to do and hurriedly cork it. What is wrong with me? I find a drawer and stow it away inside, hopefully to sit there forever and be forgotten.
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The remaining two days of my heat I hit up several other people to satisfy my needs. A large bull beastman who holds my wrists down as he fucks me and I squirm underneath him. The same symbiote from the alleyway who takes his time seducing me, making me shake with every dirty line of dialogue he gives me. Another meeting with the orc, Zev who continues to promise he’ll make me a mother while trying to convince me to be his. More than just his. He wants me to be his and he to be mine. As well as this I manage to score myself a hookup with a human I used to top. He was rather shocked to find my new dating profile and took some pleasure in putting me on my back while filling me up.
When my heat finally dies out, I feel noticeably less guilty about it all. Instead, I smile softly at the memories of how good it felt. How fun it all was. Last month the end of my heat brought nothing but regret and hollowness but this time it’s different. So different that I briefly consider carrying on with this bit of fun even now that my heat has passed. It’s clear my life has been irrevocably altered. Why not appreciate the newfound joys of being taken?
I go back to work, profusely apologizing for calling out and promising that it won’t happen again even knowing my heat will return in a month's time. After another week of returning to normal I get a message from Zev. He wants to meet up tonight after I get off of work. My immediate reaction is to make up some kind of excuse. But he sends me a picture of his smiling, handsome face and I feel my resolve melting away. This man is doing something to me that I’m trying to fight off, but it’s so difficult when he makes my heart flutter among…other things. What’s so wrong with meeting him one more time? He’s the first decent guy I’ve met in a long time. Not to say many other men I’ve hooked up with haven’t been alright, but Zev actually makes me want to see him again and again. So much so that I want to follow that feeling as far as it might take me. I message him back and agree to meet for dinner.
After I clock out I head to the Metro and take a train downtown. I make my way to the restaurant he mentioned and gulp at the sight of it. A place called The Sea Roll. It looks incredibly modern with tall windows and a sort of minimalist style of architecture and décor. I’m only in a plain t-shirt and pair of black jeans and I stand at the main entrance kicking my feet at the ground feeling rather embarrassed.
“Looking as cute as ever.” I hear Zev’s baritone voice say behind me. I turn around abruptly and feel a smile creeping across my face even as I wonder if I should really be here.
“I feel a bit underdressed.” I look at the large orc wearing a light blue button up dress shirt and tight, black slacks. We hardly look like we’d be in the same room together. On top of being different species he looks much more high class than I do.
“I sprung it on you at the last second. Don’t worry, let’s just enjoy some dinner together.” His words soothe me almost as much as his large arm sliding around my shoulders while he guides me into the establishment. A human server guides us to a table and the two of us enjoy an exquisite meal. He clearly likes his sushi and Japanese style ribs as he orders plate after plate. He discusses his work which I learn is involved in a lucrative construction business that he worked his way up into the administrative level while his brother runs an adult club nearby called the Wild House. He notices my thoughts fogging up at the mention of the gay club that has a notorious reputation for being very…accommodating…to its guests. “Am I distracting you lil’ guy?”
“N-No…sorry was just lost in thought.” He grins and nudges his large foot against mine as I take a bite of my gyoza.
“Don’t get too lost in thought now. You’ll have plenty to think about tonight in my bed.” I blush brightly and look around as if someone might be offended by his comment. The rest of dinner he inquires about my work in chemical sales and my life in general. He seems genuinely interested in what I have to say and the two of us laugh and listen to one another in kind. By all accounts it’s one of the best dates I’ve been on in a long time.
Later that night I’m being pressed up against his dresser as his hands grope and roam all across my body. He kisses me more tenderly than before, but still with as much vigor as our first encounter. The orc strips me down and carries me to the bed where we affectionately explore each other’s bodies. It’s less the ravishing that I’m used to and more of a joining of two people. He takes me slowly…intimately. At least at first he does. After an hour or so of savoring each other gently he suddenly takes charge again, absolutely demolishing my hole in a way that gives me goosebumps and leaves a drooling, shaking mess.
I stay over at his place for the night, sleeping up against his hulking body, sighing happily as we fall asleep to the sound of each other’s heavy breaths. Before sleep takes me I think to myself that fighting these new proclivities of mine has been a waste of time. It hasn’t helped me be any happier or less hateful towards the one who changed me. And I can’t deny how much I love the way it feels to be taken by a larger male. Nor can I deny the growing soft spot I have for the orc that’s currently spooning me from behind. For the first time since this all began I can actually see a future for myself. And that future very well might include the man holding onto me right now.
The following week is normal by all respects with the exception of meeting Zev another two times. I feel like I’ve been smiling more over the past several days than I have in years. Even though this began with nothing but confusion and resentment I can’t deny that the changes the stallion brought on me have seemingly worked out rather well. So far every change Bill has done to me has made my sex life better than it ever was before. Perhaps…
And before I know it I’m pulling out the potion he left here the week before. It seems innocent enough but I’m not naïve. I know whatever is in this bottle will change me in some dramatic way and I really should just pour it down the toilet. But there’s this…pull towards drinking it that I can’t fully explain. My hands uncork the bottle as I mull over the decision to drink it, my eyes going back to the strange heart-like symbol on the bottle. What does this stuff do? The first change I ever had done to me made taking dick down my throat as good as any experience I’ve had topping someone…better even. And each subsequent change has only gotten better and better. Now just the idea of being dominated and filled makes me shake with longing.
As my mind drifts between thoughts of getting rid of the potion or actually taking it I notice a sweet, smooth sensation running down my throat. I come to and realize the bottle for the potion is at my lips and I have my head tilted back as it all flows into me. I immediately try to cough it back up, but it’s too late as the last drop slides down my throat into my stomach. I start to panic. My palms start to sweat. What did I just do? Yes the changes before have all been wonderful in the end but how could I possibly know if this one will be too. A few moments pass and then I feel it starting to work. My insides feel like they’re twisting and turning. I put a hand out to grip the side of the couch as it gets more intense, my guts feeling as if they’re rearranging themselves. Rather than slow down it seems to get worse, and I double over as the experience becomes quite uncomfortable. My body beads up with sweat and I wretch from the blinding pain. Then it suddenly stops and I’m left with my chest heaving for breath as I try to get myself back on my feet.
I take stock of myself, trying to pinpoint any change in my body that wasn’t there before. Unfortunately, it all feels completely the same, but I’m sure that something was altered. My experience with his potions and the agony I just felt tells me it was no dud, but then what is it that’s changed. I run to the bathroom and look in the mirror but all I see is myself, no major or minor changes of any kind. I have to know what his potion has done to me. What I’ve just done to myself. I gather myself and start to make my way to the one place I promised myself I’d never go again.
A few minutes later and I’m moving down the alleyway to the apothecary where I know Bill lies in wait for me. I take a deep breath and open the door to the shop, stepping inside and walking to the counter as casually as I can. He’s there in his chair, mixing several brightly colored solutions into a large beaker. When he looks up that same sly grin of his creeps across his face and he moves his latest concoction aside.
“So you took the potion eh?” I try to keep my face as neutral as possible, but the sheer dread stirring inside of me is plain as day.
“What did you do to me?” He furrows his brow and leans back into his chair.
“Funny…I don’t remember forcing that one down your throat. You did this to yourself this time.” I want to rebuttal but he’s right. I wasn’t in heat, and he didn’t pry open my mouth to pour it into me like before. I truly don’t know what came over me, but I did this to myself. Still…I need to know what the potion has done to my body.
“What did it do?!” I’m practically shaking with fear and anticipation as he leans forward.
“It gave you a fresh, fertile womb.”
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