The woods were deep and dark, a sullen world of subdued twilight and the slow creaks of wind

in branches. Many preferred to stay away from the labyrinthine corridors of its bowed and
gnarled trees, festooned with thick arachnid webs or lit in places with the ethereal light of
toadstools and mushrooms glowing like candles. Plenty had headed into the depths of the
woods, and would never been seen from again. Presumably lost in the endless patchwork of
near identical woods and trees that spread for hundreds of miles, or as some said, fell victim to
whatever strange and dark things resided under the bows. Stories of the roots and earth
sucking victims down, of spiders ensnaring in their webs and beasts prowling through the
undergrowth, abided in those who lived within sight of its looming edges and towering spires.
Such stories, Dempsey had taken pleasure in dismissing. Despite having plenty of run-ins with
the more esoteric and unusual products of reality himself, namely the trickster demigod that had
trapped the young man in the canine body in which he currently resided in, all at the end of a
one-night stand. Many would have thought that being transformed into an arctic wolf would have
taught him all that he needed to know in that such places associated with the strange and
ethereal might have a bit of bite to the legends that accompanied them. However as he slowly
padded over the twisting and jutting roots, his ears pricked to the whistle of the leaves, the same
thoughts of dismissal still ruled his mind. They had to all be making the stuff up, of course.
Besides, he was marking his way as he went along, be it with signs craved into trees with his
claws and teeth, or cairns and markers pointing back in the way in which he had came. And not
to mention he wasn’t planning to go any deeper than was necessary of course. Just deep
enough that he would have more than enough bragging rights to anyone who cared to listen.
Though he’d been unable to persuade anyone to accompany him, his strong dislike of being
alone had tempted him into calling it off, but he was stubborn enough to at least attempt it.

The temperature was growing cold as winter dawned, but as he hopped over fallen trees or
nosed his way through banks of rustling ferns, it didn’t bother him. He liked the snow and the
colder seasons. Before it had been a simple preference, but with his transformation into a new
feral form, it seemed the genes of his arctic body enjoyed the cold and the snow even more
keenly. Though, he imagined that it didn’t snow much here, what with the thick overhead canopy
blocking out any fall that would land upon the forest.
Gradually the surroundings began to change. The green leaves grew duller, losing the lushness.
The shadows grew larger and harder, making the tree’s seemingly blend together into a uniform
blur of greys, browns and blacks. Little things started to change. The quiet grew even thicker as
Dempsey started to feel a strange chill come over him. The branches looked more and more
like grasping fingers or hands, the knots in the trunks contorted like faces.
“Maybe its time to head off” he muttered to himself, staring up at the trees, not a trace of the sky
visible beyond. “I think I’ve seen enough”
The wolf turned about and started to pad about in the direction he came. At least he thought it
he did. He walked and walked but oddly enough after a while, he didn’t come across any of the
signs that he’d made for himself.
“Ah come on” Dempsey whined, looking about. They’d be obvious! Specifically made to look out
of place to attract his attention. “Maybe I was off by a few degrees” he muttered. “Didn’t turn
around fully” With this new theory he decided to adjust his course and headed in a new
direction, expecting that to at least lead him out of the dense trees.
Instead the forest seemed to only grow darker, soon growing so gloomy it seemed that it was
reaching dusk, yet he was sure that it had only been a few hours of walking. His lonely
predicament started to gnaw at him as the deathly silence of the woods grew increasingly
unbearable. The branches overhead started to be laden with thick white spider’s webs that
suggested nobody had come here in a very long while as well as adding to his worries. At every
crack of a branch of creak of a bough he’d turn his head and tense his ears, worried that
something may be watching him with hungry eyes.
“This was a mistake, this was a stupid mistake” he told himself, before bolting forwards up a hill,
hoping to get some glimpse through the trees. Nothing of the sort could be found. Just more
web-shrouded branches and the deep, still quiet that seemed to swallow everything.
“I need to get out” flashed through his mind and he burst into a run, four legs powering away as
he started to pant, hyperventilating as he raced forwards. The darkness was pressing in, the
branches almost reaching out for him. Swallowing him up like a tiny morsel in a huge pair of
jaws.
His paw hit a root and he tripped, yelling out as he tumbled over, rolling through a sticky web
and banging about on several knotted roots. Curses and whines sprouted from his jaws before
he heard something.
A howl?
His need for help, for company, trumped any concerns he may have had. Eyes wide, he started
to barrel through the dark, snapping through webs and branches until a paw being out through
an animal warren sent him tumbling yet again, crashing head over heels as he rolled down a
slope into a squishy bank of mushrooms.
“Owwww” he whined, pawing at his head, before the snapping of branches made him look up.

He saw them. Dark shapes in lupine form, staring down at him from perches atop fallen logs
and mossy mounds of rock and dirt. They were larger than him by some margin, the largest by
almost twice his size, their bodies thick with muscle and sinew beneath the black and brown
shaggy fur, their eyes glowing with yellowish light in the semi darkness.
Dempsey looked from side to side as he realised that they were surrounding him. Soft growls
issued from their lips as gradually one moved into a faint patch of light, allowing him to be
illuminated. A wolf, huge with shaggy fur and built like a tank.
“What do we have here?” it spoke, its voice male and gruff.
“Looks like someone has gotten themselves very, very lost” spoke another, its voice lighter,
more mocking.
“Why else would he be running around in circles?” snorted a third, in a sauve tone.
“I… I’m a bit lost” Dempsey agreed, shrinking back as the massive animals drew closer and
closer. There was four now, no, five. All with the same shaggy fur, some with faint stripes, others
with spots, other’s matte in shade.
“What a silly little wolf you are” tutted the closest, his body swollen with muscle, far larger than
Dempsey’s comparatively diminutive form.
“Look at him, he’s white as snowdrops. How could something as pathetic and tiny as that
survive?” spoke up another, moving around to encircle him from behind. Dempsey felt a snout
press into his haunches and laughed nervously.
“Hey guys, I’m just passing through and got a little lost, there’s no need to be like that, right?
Right?” the arctic wolf said nervously, shifting from foot to foot.
“Of course you’re lost. You’re no wolf, you’re no better than a runt cub” sniggered another.
“Hey! No need to make it all personal!”
“I’m surprised it even came out here. Look at all those silly runes! What are they? Tattoos?” A
danger snout prodded his side and he let loose a whine of discomfort.
“Well I used to be a human but this goddess-“
“I doubt you got all these scars properly. What were you even thinking in coming out here?
Some sort of feeble protest to show off your manhood?”
“No, I-“

“That’s probably it” declared one of the larger ones, peeking down with a sly grin. “Look at the
cock in this one. It’s tiny! It’s like a curled up little shoot!”
“Hey!” Dempsey yelped, shrinking back, his ear flattening against the sides of his head. A shiver
ran along his body at the humiliating comment, his cock in question twitching.
“Don’t try and protest” the wolf informed him, standing up onto a mossy mound with his forelegs.
“It’s a tiny little cock. Not a real man’s package” as if to prove his point, a huge wet member slid
from his sheath, flopping outwards with a wet “slck” noise.
Dempsey’a eyes were immediately drawn to the huge penis as it hung between the canine’s
hindquarters, the pointed tip shining like a spear point in the half darkness of the clearing, the
two hefty balls bouncing beneath it.
“We don’t get too many strangers wandering about down here” another growled, pawing at the
dirt as his own cock pushed outwards, surfacing from the sheath like a lipstick as the huge
beast licked its lips hungrily. “Especially ones so small, frail and juicy looking”
“I swear he’s half the size of us!” Another jumped down and pressed his larger brown body
against Dempsey’s smaller pale one. He barged against him and their thighs rubbed, both their
cocks aside each other for a second as the wolves around them snorted with laughter.
“Your barely a man! What kind of wolf would have a cock like yours?” Laughed one icily, pawing
at the Arctic wolf’s buttock. “A tiny pink cock for a tiny white wolf!”
“At least you didn’t cover your cock in silly runes” agreed another.
Dempsey hated to admit it, but despite the bruising of his ego, the mocking was starting to turn
him in, his smaller member twitching and flexing in the cool air. His face was flushed and his
ears burned with embarrassment as they continued to circle, pausing to compare penises
against his. They were certainly blessed with large girth themselves but he tried to cut through
the ribbing, raising his voice a little.
“Hehe, that’s all fun and stuff guys, but could one of you help me out of here? I’m pretty stuck as
it is and I’d be thankful if you could just hang with me to show me the way-“
“And let a pathetic little wolf like you just wander about the world outside? Really, I don’t get how
a runt like you even got this far”
“Now now guys, let’s just”
One of the darker furred ones, it’s maw scarred and beaten up moved to his rear. “We must pity
you little man; for you won’t get to know the experience of having a proper male’s meat” he
growled gruffly, as Dempsey suddenly smelt a spicy, musky scent. He cocked his head to see
the wolf leering behind him, it’s huge cock positively throbbing before it declared. “We can at
least let you know what they feel like!”
With that he mounted him. The weight of the much larger wolf was a sudden crushing pressure
on Dempsey’s pale back; before he felt something huge press against his puckered behind. A
loud howling roar split the air before the wolf thrust and pushed its massive meaty cock right up
into Dempsey’s tight ass, making the Arctic wolf yowl with the sudden surge of pleasure.
The other wolves whooped and cheered, urging their packmate on, their own cocks standing
bolt upright as Dempsey was pushed into the dirt. Rapid powerful thrusts smacked into him as
the wolf moaned and gasped like a whore; squirming in the dirt as he was mounted. The loud
smacking of the wolf’s fertile balls against the white cheeks of Dempsey’s butt filled the air with
each jerk of the hips, while he drooled and nipped at the smaller canine’s ears.
“How’s he feeling?” Chuckled another, kicking its lips as it ground its own fat cock against a
rock, trying to get itself off.
“Nice…… and…… tight” the Alpha hissed in between powerful thrusts. “I haven’t….. had….., a
fuck…… this good….. in a while”
Dempsey could only grit his teeth and feel his own cock throb as the slamming of the huge wolf
penis against his prostate stimulated him further, seed dripping from his own tip as he smelt the
powerful sexual musk and hot breath of the beast mounting him. It was shamefully pleasurable:
he’d never admit to being dominated in such a feral and unrestrained manner, fucked like a
common whore by such a powerful alpha.
“Look!” taunted one wolf. “He likes it! The little bitch likes it up the ass!” laughter exploded
around the group.
The sex seemed to drag on. At times the Alpha pouded harder, seemingly about to cum, but he
teased it, drawing himself out until he finally tipped his shaggy head back and howled into the
dead quiet, before his balls gurgled and he shot a full load of hot seed into Dempsey’s back
passage. Heat blossomed through his body and he felt his stomach bloat with the large quantity
of cum.
“Fuck….” Dempsey panted, face pressed into the dirt. He felt the massive cock slide from his
ass, before being wiped on his white buttock. “That was….fuck…. Good”
“Nice little fuck, you are” huffed the wolf, stepping away before jerking his head at the prine
Dempsey. “You’ll do”
“Do for what?”
He yelped as something pressed onto him anew, a large shape climbing onto his back. He
looked up to see that it was another wolf, the striped one, grinning from ear to ear.
“Next up” the wolf told him, before shoving his cock in, making Dempsey squeal once against as
his poor back passage was forced wide and he was fucked like a bitch.
This wolf was faster, his hips beating away into Dempsey’s rear end as he frantically fucked,
eager to sate his arousal. His cock sloshed into the heavy deposit of wolf seed already present
in the arctic wolf’s ass, wetly squelching as he picked up even more seed, sniffing and nuzzling
at the nape of Dempsey’s neck. The other wolves patiently waited as he gasped and grunted
with his lovemaking, slobbering in his eagerness. Some made comments, either making sly jabs
at the larger wolf or mocking statements about Dempsey as he was fucked into the earth.
Despite the slight tenderness from the first wolf, he still found the slamming against his prostate
immensely pleasurable, whining louder than any sex had made him do so before.
With another yowl, the wolf came inside him. The feeling of fullness increased and his gut
bloated further with more of the thick seed, but as the striped wolf pulled his cock away, another
wolf leapt up to take his place. They would fuck away, getting their cocks wet and balls emptied,
before another would replace them, eager to have his fun. Judging by their comments in how it
had been the first good sex they’d had in a very long time, they were extremely pent up and in
need of some proper release: that being right into Dempsey’s insides.
It seemed that the entire pack wanted to have a go with him, and by the time they’d finished
they had stuffed his insides so full of their hot baby batter that his stomach poofed outwards into
a round bulge as he lay there, dazed from the near constant barrage of fucking. He rolled onto
his back, wincing as he looked from his round stomach, up to the dark canopy of trees above
him.
“Fuck….. So uhhhhh, you guy’s aren’t gonna leave me right?” he asked weakly, looking about
the pack of grinning wolves that towered over him.
“Of course not” purred the striped one, grinning like a Hyena. “We’re not complete monsters”
“Someone as weak and womanly as you can’t be just left out here. The bobcats or the spiders
would make easy work of you” added another, making the whole pack chuckle.
“So…. you’re going to show me how I can get back home?” he asked, more hopefully.
The wolves exchanged looks.
“Not quite” growled one.
“There’s somewhere else we need to take you to first” spoke the Alpha, turning to the rest of his
pack.
One of the huge canines loped over to the exhausted Dempsey and picked him up by the scruff
of his neck. He whined in discomfort before he was draped over the back of another wolf, his
belly audibly sloshing with the spermy contents. Once he was slung, the wolf took off, padding
through the woods with Dempsey atop his back like cargo.
For how long they travelled, Dempsey wasn’t sure. The woods seemed vast but the wolves
seemed to be able to follow a scent, carefully clambering over the huge roots or slipping through
masses of twisting octopi-like vines. Huge toadstools as big as humans poked out of the
grounds in parts, while in others webs of an impossible size were spun across the trees.
Everything oozed a strange, dark atmosphere, of things left undetected for a very long time, an
energy of something powerful and mysterious soaking into every inch of this twilight world. It
seemed they took an age before they arrived at a house. An honest-to-god cottage, its walls
thick with ivy and worn with age.
“What… who built this?” Dempsey asked weakly as they carried him in through the doorway.
“Who knows” snorted the striped wolf. “We found it. It’s ours now. Keeps the big nasties out
while we sleep”
The interior was fill of soft dirt and dried leaves, the inners walls having collapsed to create one
large space for the massive predators to live in. Dempsey found himself carried over to the side
before being dropped off onto a bed of dry moss and ferns. He groaned and stretched, his poor
back passage still abused and tender.
“So” he piped up, after a few minutes of getting his strength back and watching the wolves go
about their buisness. “What exactly do you uh… want with me?”
“That will come later” the Alpha told him brashly. The wolves seemed to be uncovering things,
others heading outside to fetch something. “Before that, you must eat”
In the wolves started to file; carrying things in their mouths. The striped one came first and
dropped a large hunk of red in front of him. Dempsey looked it over, a large slab of dried meat,
preserved in some manner. He took a sniff. It smelled divine. Like a smoked charcuterie board
or something. He didn’t have to be asked, grabbing it in his front paws and starting to eat.
The flesh was quickly torn to shreds, and chewed up to line his stomach. It tasted as good as it
smelled. Perhaps venison? He didn’t really think too much of it, he was famished after the long
day’s walking and the intense fucking sesison had left him even hungrier so he chewed and
chomped. But once it was gone, he found another cut of meat in front of him.
“Eat” they ordered.
And so he did. Dempsey’s mouth worked furiously as he ate everything they brought to him. His
already cumflated belly began to balloon outwards, growing in step with his steadily filling
stomach. It pressed into his softer bed, pushing him upwards as they stuffed him. Not only with
meat, but with huge chunks of fungus and mushroom that tasked of a strange smokey flavour
as they stuffed it into his maw, or whole piles of fist sized wild onions who’s juices ran down his
chin as each one that passed down his throat was replaced by another and another and
another.
He was feeling so full. The pressure was building as more food was pushed down his throat.
When he tried to stop, feeling satisfied enough, the wolves would start to force feed him,
pushing the food into his throat and making him swallow as his girth started to push outwards on
either side of his frame. White fur stretched about his growing stomach as he felt himself
become as big as a basketball, then approach a yoga ball, lifting off the ground by way of his
own mass.
“Keep at it fatass”they mocked, nipping at his ears or pushing their snouts into his belly.
“Enjoying your dinner?”
“I bet he swallows cum quicker than those mushrooms”
“Of course. Look at him, the dumb welp is half starved as it is. No wonder he’s scoffing it all”
“Keep at it you fat little bitch”
Of course, he did so. Having no choice in the matter, he just had to lie there and eat whatever
they imposed on him. Mostly meats or natural food, though some had found chocolates and
camping foods that he added to the morass swilling about in his huge belly. Belches spilled fom
his lips before more meat was shoved in to replace it, while his belly gurgled in a thunderous
chorus.
Eventually the food tide ceased and Demspey almost passed out. He felt stuffed in the greatest
sense of the world. So vast and packed tightly that he feared if he breathed too deeply, he might
burst like a zit. His girth felt like it was over a metre of densely stuffed wolf fur, juddering and
quivering with exertion. Too big to move any more, on his own steam.
A footfall drew his attention and he looked up to see the Alpha standing over him, chuckling
deeply.
“Will… you…. Let me….. Go?” Dempsey panted,
“Of course not” the huge canine said smugly, leaning down to lick at Dempsey’s ear. “We have a
much better use for you here… safe and sound…. Right where we want you”
With the passage of time, Dempsey stayed within the cottage. The wolves came and went, the
pack always returning to sleep in and among Dempsey. He was always brought food, of various
different origins but ate heartily as his body started to expand and fatten, face growing plush
and limbs growing plump. The sedentary life soon turned to wolf’s frame obese, especially with
the vast quantity of woods that the pack could gather from the depths of the woods.. Of course,
his main contribution to this little group was sex- they used him when they needed release,
climbing over onto him and mounting him like the stallion does a mare. They’d nip and lick at his
ears, whispering into them as they called him their cow, their bitch, their little whore. His
buttocks soon became used to the slap of testicles against his cheeks and the throb of a cock
inside his behind, the act becoming one of pure pleasure in mating. Even the wolves seemed to
grow less antagonistic with him. He learned a few of their names, one by one, though their
ribbing at his oddly coloured fur and the runes upon his body still remained.
He thought back to the demigod he’d had the one night stand with, back when he was still in an
anthropomorphic shape. Had they known that this would happen? That he’d be lying in the
depths of the woods, in the hands of a pack of massive wild wolves, serving as their fat little
cumdump? He’d certainly not predicted it. As the days went by, he wondered what everyone
made of his vanishing. Had they looked for him? Or just written him off as another soul
consumed by the forest. Probably the latter, he thought, resignedly.
However, even with the large amounts of food that he was ingesting, Dempsey suddenly felt a
change. He felt, heavier. Hotter. His face flushed and a strange queasiness came over him as
he ate into a deer that his pack had brought him.
The Alpha, who he now knew as Blackear padded over, as huge and powerful as ever. He
sniffed at Dempsey who smiled back before the massive wolf turned to the smaller canine’s
belly. His snout prodded into it before he spoke with a sly smile.
“Your smell. It’s taken root”
“What has?” Dempsey asked, confused.
“Our seed” grinned Blackear. “Has taken root. You’re going to have a litter”

Pregnancy brought new changes. The feeling of fullness as a large litter developed in a womb
that he didn’t know he had. While his body had grown fat already, his belly grew by a
tremendous degree as the weeks turned to months, expanding with gusto into a large white orb
of packed pregnant flesh. Through his pale fur, thick nipples began to protrude as his body
adapted to properly feed his future cubs. Now he would lie upon his side, his massive belly
almost bigger than the the rest of his fat body by the size of his growing young.
Hormones flushed through him, and through the cravings he seeked fresh carnal desires. The
pack grew eager to sate them, penetrating him freely or offering a cock to suck upon. Some
even started to plesure him, slurping upon his nearly constantly erect cock or offering to
pleasure him with their wet tongues. They were fond of him now, loving. And he felt the same
way back. Though they continued to tease him somewhat about his girth, pregnancy or cock
size, there was a softness behind their jabs and their eyes.
The pregnancy progressed further as he continued to enlarge, his pack gathering fresh wads of
moss that they dried and packed around him as a soft bed for him to further expand out onto.
Milk started to ooze and leak from his teats, leading to both his pack drinking from his nipples to
laugh at the moans of stimulation, or further mockery of his demeaned, feminised condition.
Then he settled into a feeling of maternal pride and delight as he felt little kicks stirring through
the lining of his overstuffed uterus. The movements of his own little ones moving about within
his huge womb, his belly sometimes visibly moving an squirming as the wolf cubs kicked and
nuzzled. Their fathers crowded around him, eager to listen to the movements of their spawn or
to provide further aid and stimulation to the wolf that was carrying them.
More changes continued. His lips thickened with the changes in hormones, providing perfect
cock pads for the sloppy blowjobs that he provided for the pack. His teats partially formed into
small breasts along the line of his belly, further emasuculation of the once proud, male wolf.
“Nice tits” became an even more common call, but he cared not. He just wanted food and sex,
and the pack eagerly provided him with both in large quantities. Fuckings were daily, often twice
daily, as soon as a wolf would grow overcome with arousal, he’d mount Demspey and they two
would hump away until the arctic wolf’s behind was truly basted with stuffing, seed spraying out
from his fattened donut.
It was warm and it was pleasant inside the hut, though from the howls and strange noises that
Dempsey would often hear through the old walls, things moved about outside that were far from
ordinary but the old cottage provided a safe refuge that none could gain entry to.

A kick moved through his belly- a strong one. The pups inside him were certainly eager to get
out, their squirming growing impatient. He patted at his massive white stomach with a paw,
soothing them tenderly. The sensation of fullness, of being made so turgid that he felt like he
could pop, was one that he had grown used to over the months he had spent in the den. The
sheer vastness of sensation, now that he covered such a wide area, had been completely alien
to him at first but now was a constant part of his existence.
Movement drew his attention to see Ragtail, the striped wolf, amble over, another wide grin on
his face.
“How’s it doing big boy?” He asked, nuzzling along the belly before flopping down onto his
muscular stomach and finding one of Dempsey’s fattened nipples.
“They’re waking up in here. Maybe they want some dinner” he replied, smiling back at the more
rapscalious of the wolves.
“Hell, I do too” Ragtail sniggering before gently taking the nipple in his maw and squeezing, a
flow of warm milk coursing down his throat. A low moan emitted from Dempsey’s lips as his teat
flared with the warm pleasure of the stimulation, the sounds of Ragtail’s sucking and slurping
drifting through the air.

“Looks like someone got hungry before the Hunt” Blackear laughed, climbing onto the pile to
join them both. “We’ll be hearing his belly slosh for miles”
“He can’t catch anything anyway, it won’t matter” Dempsey snorted
“That is true” the Alpha agreed. “How do you feel?”
“Full… I think they’re close to coming out soon”
Blackear nodded, bending down to nuzzle his nose across the massive womb in a stroking
movement. “You look pretty big, I think you’re right” he gave the taunt gut a lick “We’ll take good
care of you and the cubs as they come out. You’ll be fine”
“I’m sure I will” Dempsey nodded before sighing. “I’m not sure if I’ll miss being this huge or if I’ll
be too busy enjoying being able to walk”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine” the Alpha reassured him, nipping at his ear before going to move around
the back. “Besides. Might not be long before we’re wanting puppies again”
He chuckled as he made his way to the bright white globes of Dempsey’s fat buttocks. The
Arctic wolf grinned as he heard him move, taking a deep breath as he felt himself be mounted,
the Alpha caressing him before pushing inside the mother of the pack’s pups.