Natalie left her friend's house later than she’d intended. The sky had turned a bruised purple, the wind picking up and whistling through the trees with the threat of a coming storm. Desperate to reach home before the clouds broke, she decided to take the shortcut through the old woods.
The path was well-worn, a perfect diagonal cut through the forest, but it always felt unnervingly quiet. Tonight, with the darkness pressing in and the leaves shivering in the wind, it felt downright predatory.
Natalie didn’t waste any time. She moved at a brisk pace, her sneakers crunching over dry twigs. Off in the distance, a pair of amber lights flickered in the shadows. She blinked, and they were gone. A moment later, she glanced back, and the lights were there again—only this time, they were much closer.
She paused for a second to tighten a loose lace, her heart hammering against her ribs. When she stood back up, she nearly choked on her own breath.
Standing directly in her path was a monstrous beast. It was towering—nearly eight feet tall—and covered in thick, dark fur. It stood on powerful hind legs, its torso packed with corded muscle. A long snout twitched as it tasted the air, and its wolf-grey eyes locked onto hers with terrifying intelligence.
At first, Natalie thought she was hallucinating. She told herself she needed to lay off the horror movies. But when the beast spoke, the deep, vibrating rumble in the air proved it was no dream.
"You are out late, little one," the creature growled, the sound vibrating in Natalie’s chest. "What are you doing?"
"I'm… I’m just trying to get home before the storm," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I don’t want to get caught out here. Who—or what—are you? Why are you stopping me?"
The beast took a slow, deliberate step forward. He leaned down, his snout hovering inches from her neck as he took a long, deep sniff. "My pack is in need of new blood," he growled, a dark sound that sent a different kind of shiver down her spine. "And you… you are ripe and ready for such a deed."
Natalie’s head spun. "Ripe? What are you talking about? What does that have to do with me?"
"You are at the peak of your cycle," he growled, his eyes scanning her body with possessive intent. "A perfect specimen to add to our lineage. To strengthen our DNA."
"DNA? Cycle?" Natalie’s eyes went wide as the pieces clicked together. "Wait… are you saying you want to breed me? How would that even work? You’re… you're a werewolf. You aren't even human!"
"I am a Werewolf, little one. But I carry human DNA. It would work much like it does with your boyfriends—the only difference is that you would be one hundred percent, positively bred by the time I am finished with you."
Natalie stared up at the massive creature, her mind reeling. "So you want to have sex with me? Right here? And you want me to carry your… baby? How long does that even take?"
"In ninety days from today, you would deliver the child in this very spot. My pack would take the offspring, and you would return to your life. In exchange, your body would undergo changes—refinements—that would make you a far superior human than the one you are now."
Natalie stood in stunned silence. The idea was insane, terrifying, and yet… there was a strange, dark pull to the way he looked at her. "I don’t know what to say," she whispered. "How would I even explain this? People are going to notice when I'm pregnant."
"You will be the only one who knows," the beast rumbled, his voice like grinding stones. "To the eyes of mere mortals, nothing will look different. You will see and feel your body change, you will watch your belly swell with my seed, but to the rest of the world, you will remain as you are now."
Natalie bit her lip, glancing around the darkening woods. The wind was whipping her hair across her face, and the first heavy drops of rain began to fall. "Um, okay. I guess I can help. I’m not sure I have much of a choice anyway."
"You do have a choice," he grumbled, though his grey eyes never left hers.
"How... how do we start?" she asked timidly.
"Just like your human males," he answered, his breath hot against the cold night air. "On your knees. Use your mouth."
Natalie slowly sank to her knees on the damp forest floor. She reached up with trembling fingers, her small hands disappearing as she cupped his massive, heavy balls. Almost immediately, his cock began to emerge from its dark sheath—a vivid, pulsing red.
It continued to grow, lengthening and thickening until the blunt, shiny tip was hovering right in front of her face. It was massive, far larger than anything she had ever seen, glowing with a primal heat in the shadows of the storm.
Leaning forward, Natalie opened her mouth and took him in. She began to work, her tongue swirling around the broad head as she focused on the task, the sheer scale of him filling her senses as the thunder finally cracked overhead.
Natalie’s eyes fluttered shut as she focused on the heat radiating from him. The sheer size of the beast's cock was overwhelming; it felt like trying to swallow a smooth, hot stone that pulsed with a life of its own. She used her hands to guide herself, her fingers digging into the thick fur of his thighs as she slid her mouth further down the bright red shaft.
She pushed herself to take more, testing her limits. Each time she slid deeper, the thick head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat, forcing her to stretch in ways she never thought possible. The slick, shiny texture made it easier to slide, but the girth was constant, filling her mouth until her cheeks were taut and her jaw ached.
The werewolf let out a low, vibrating purr of approval that rumbled through Natalie’s entire skull. He reached down, his large, clawed hands resting gently but firmly on the back of her head. He didn't force her, but his touch was a clear command to keep going.
"Yes, little one," he growled, the sound thick with mounting lust. "Take it all. Show me how well you can serve the pack."
Encouraged by his praise, Natalie picked up the pace. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive ridge of the head before plunging back down, taking him as deep as she could manage. The musk of the predator filled her nose—a scent of rain, pine, and raw masculine power. She lost track of time as she worked on him, the storm finally breaking above them and drenching her skin, making the friction even slicker.
He began to thrust his hips forward slightly, meeting her halfway. "You have a gift, Natalie," he murmured, using her name for the first time. "Your mouth is a treasure, but it is your womb I truly crave."
He reached down, his powerful grip hauling Natalie up from her knees. Her legs felt weak, the adrenaline and the cold rain making her shiver, but the heat radiating from the beast kept her anchored.
"The earth is too soft," he rumbled, guiding her toward an ancient, thick-trunked oak tree. "Support yourself here."
Natalie obeyed, leaning forward and planting her palms against the rough bark of the tree. The texture scratched at her skin, but it gave her the leverage she needed. She arched her back, her heart hammering against her ribs as she felt the massive werewolf move up behind her.
He was a wall of muscle, shielding her from the wind. He gripped her hips with hands that could have easily crushed her bones, but his touch was steady and possessive. Without another word, he dropped her shorts and thong, lined his massive, red cock up against her little asian slit.
The first push was slow, a deliberate stretching that made Natalie cry out into the dark forest. He didn't stop, burying his huge cock deep inside her pussy until he was bottomed out inside her. The sensation was overwhelming; he was so thick and long that he felt like he was filling her entire abdomen, claiming every inch of her insides.
Once he was fully inside of Natalie's body, he began to fuck her.
The pace was primal and unrelenting. With every powerful thrust, Natalie’s chest slammed against the tree, the sound of their bodies meeting lost in the roar of the wind and the crack of thunder. She gripped the bark until her knuckles turned white, her head tossed back as she took the full force of the werewolf’s drive.
"You are being claimed, Natalie," he growled into her ear, his teeth nipping at her shoulder. "Marked for the pack."
He hammered into her, his sheer weight and strength driving her into the tree. Natalie could feel her body stretching and yielding to him, her mind going hazy as the physical sensation of being bred by something so monstrous took over.
As the storm reached its peak, the werewolf’s movements became more desperate and primal. He gripped Natalie’s waist so tightly his claws left shallow marks in her hips, anchoring her as he drove into her with long, punishingly hard strokes.
She could feel his cock beginning to change inside her, swelling even larger as he hit his orgasm nears. The girth expanded, stretching her pussy to its absolute limit, making her feel as though she were being filled with molten lead. The friction against her walls was crazy tight, sending waves of intense, localized orgasm through her core.
Then, the beast’s head snapped back. He let out a deafening, soul-shaking howl that drowned out the thunder, his entire body convulsing with the force of each shot of semen being pumped inside of her body.
Natalie gasped, her eyes rolling back as she felt the surge. It wasn't a normal load; it was an obscene, hot flood of seed that seemed never-ending. She felt her womb stretch and pulse as he filled her to the brim, the sheer volume of his load making her stomach feel heavy and tight. He continued to pump his load inside her, his hips locked tight against her ass, ensuring that every drop of his powerful DNA stayed exactly where it was meant to be.
The feeling of his seed radiated through her, and for a moment, the world went white. She felt a strange, tingling sensation crawl up her spine—the first hint of the "superior" changes the beast had promised.
He stayed buried deep within her for a long minute, his heavy breathing the only sound beside the falling rain, marking her as the mother of his next generation.
Once the werewolf finished, he slowly withdrew, the massive weight of his cock sliding out and falling away from her body. Natalie felt a wave of relief as the physical pressure eased, but she remained heavy, her body still tightly packed with his seed. There was so much of it that her lower tummy was visibly distended, pushing out against the air as if she were already several months along.
As her senses slowly returned and the world stopped spinning, she stood upright and turned to face him. The beast reached out, his large, warm hand covering the curve of her belly.
"Soon," he rumbled, his grey eyes glowing with satisfaction. "The seed is taking hold. Your eggs will be fertilized by morning."
He gestured for her to get dressed. "Put your clothes on, little one. In ninety days, you will be summoned back to this very spot to deliver the child of the pack."
Without another word, he stepped back into the shadows, allowing her to continue her walk home. Natalie moved in a daze, her sneakers squelching in the mud, her mind struggling to process the heavy, sloshing sensation in her gut.
When she finally reached the safety of her house, she sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, her eyeliner was smudged, and her belly was still firm and rounded from the sheer volume he had pumped into her. Was this a dream? she wondered. But the physical ache and the way her body felt told her it was all too real.
She stepped into a steaming hot shower to wash away the rain and the forest grit, though she made sure to keep the beast's gift inside her. Once she was warm and dry, she crawled under her covers. The exhaustion was absolute; she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep almost the second her head hit the pillow.
The next morning, Natalie lingered in bed, the memories of the storm and the beast playing back like a fever dream. She sat up and reached for her glasses, sliding them onto the bridge of her nose—only to recoil. Everything was a distorted, nauseating blur.
She snatched them off of her face. Her vision was crystalline, sharper than it had ever been, even with her prescription. "Changes," she whispered, the werewolf's deep growl echoing in her mind.
Setting the glasses aside for the last time, she stood and walked toward the full-length mirror. She gasped at the reflection. Her body had been redefined overnight. Where her stomach had been soft, there were now hard, sculpted ripples of abdominal muscle. Her legs and arms were lean and powerful, her butt cheeks sat higher and firmer, and her back was etched with new strength. Even her hair seemed transformed—a thick, lustrous curtain of black that shimmered with an unnatural health.
She looked world-class, a perfect physical specimen.
Natalie reached out and traced the new, hard lines of her tummy. Underneath those newfound muscles, she felt a strange, humming warmth. She didn't look pregnant to the world, but as she pressed her palm against her lower abdomen, she could feel the truth. The seed had taken root. She was carrying something primal, something powerful, and she was already becoming more than human to accommodate it.
Over the next three months, Natalie lived a double life. To her friends and family, she looked like a fitness icon—her skin was glowing, her muscles were defined, and her energy seemed boundless. But when she stood in front of her bedroom mirror at night, she saw the truth.
To her eyes, her belly was no longer flat. It had ripened into a heavy, hard mound that stretched her new abdominal muscles to the limit. She could feel the "offspring" moving inside her—not with the gentle flutter of a human baby, but with a powerful, coordinated strength that made her nervous.
One afternoon, while Natalie was at a local park, a woman in her late forties approached her. The woman looked ordinary, but her eyes had a knowing, ancient depth. She stopped right in front of Natalie and looked directly at her midsection—the spot where, to everyone else, Natalie looked lean and fit.
"You're carrying a heavy load for a Pack, aren't you?" the woman whispered.
Natalie froze. "How… how can you see that?"
The woman smiled, reaching out to ghost her fingers near Natalie’s stomach. "Because I’ve carried for them three times. Once you’ve been a vessel, the veil stays lifted. You’re doing well, dear. You look strong." Before Natalie could ask more, the woman disappeared into the crowd, leaving Natalie with the realization that she wasn't as alone as she thought.
Then came the ninetieth night.
The air was electric, thick with the scent of ozone and wet earth. Natalie didn't need a clock or a calendar; she felt a literal pull in her gut, a magnetic summons vibrating through her very DNA. She dressed in a simple loose shirt and leggings and walked toward the forest shortcut.
As she entered the clearing, she found the eight-foot-tall beast waiting for her. Beside him stood three female werewolves. They didn't stand as tall as the male, but they were lithe, powerful, and their eyes glowed with a predatory maternal instinct.
The delivery happened with a speed and intensity that defied human biology. Supported by the ancient oak tree, Natalie felt her body open up. There was no clinical pain, only a massive, surging pressure as she brought the new life into the world. The females moved in immediately, their large, furred hands surprisingly gentle as they took the newborn. Without a sound, they turned and vanished into the deep shadows of the woods, the infant tucked safely against them.
The male werewolf stepped forward, his massive frame looming over her. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.
"You have done well, Natalie," he rumbled, his voice filled with a rare warmth. "The bloodline is stronger tonight because of you."
Natalie felt a strange hollow ache in her womb, but the "superior" strength in her limbs remained. The physical gifts were hers to keep.
"Go back to your world for now," the beast said, leaning down so his snout was inches from her ear. "I will be in touch. But know this—the woods are always open to you. If you ever find your human life too quiet, come back. For fun, for the hunt… or for whatever else you crave."
He turned and melted into the trees, leaving Natalie standing in the moonlight, forever changed and waiting for the next call.
