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It had a small porch at the front, with brown wooden chairs sitting beside one another while having small windows from top to bottom. It wasn't as decorative as the other houses in the surrounding area. It only had a small Santa sculpture sitting beside the porch steps. Though the family didn't seem to mind what they had up for the holiday season. The Andrews were pretty poor. They couldn't afford a whole lot for their children though they do often try to please them. \n\nThat Christmas, something changed their one son forever. Not knowing that one day his life would fulfill him flying through the stars of outer space. Fourteen-year-old Matt was smashing each button on his GameCube controller, moving the white analog stick forward, while tapping the green a button to use Fox's blaster. The living room walls were painted light-brown, with a single cushioned chair in the middle of the room, and a large rectangular grey tv sitting on top of a brown cabinet. There were small candles set on the carpeted floor, as Matt and his family often pray to god during the holidays by candlelight. His parents taught him and his brothers to always follow the light as god will protect them through the hard times. Matt never believed in god though he was brought into a religious family setting. He only cared about his imagination and fantasies that he would create in his room. Most of the time, Matt would build tiny aircraft models as he pretended that he was in the cockpit while soaring through the skies above. Once Fox got out of the giant airship, leaving behind the massive red and black ship as it is carried in space by its giant grey engines, along with a balcony underneath a grey bridge turning clockwise, three small black and red ships with white wings came flying towards his direction. \n\nIn a shocked voice, the anthropomorphic animal named Fox Mccloud turned towards the row of ships with his white mohawk shuffling through the sudden movement while his triangular ears pointed upwards. \"Star Wolf!\" As all three ships came roaring through their green engines slowly died down as the screen focused on each cockpit individually and introducing the members of Star Wolf. The first member that was shown was an anthropomorphic panther with his red and black ship painted with a red rose and a green stem containing thorns, while the panther wore a futuristic suit. He had a thick yellow collar, followed by purple sleeves, and a grey metallic plate over his upper body. The purple panther throws out a white-gloved hand brushing over a single strand of white fur moving up towards the side of his chin and settling underneath his yellow eyes as his tail swished in excitement. The panther introduced himself as Panther Caroso, as he had a deep, but a calming voice like a gentleman. He maneuvered his ship to the side allowing the second member to come into view. It was a green scaly lizard, with wide eyes on both sides of his head, while he sneered towards the camera. There was a line going between his face and connecting towards the tip of his head. He had small black nostrils along with a long mouth and yellow-brown markings covering over his head and underneath his eyes. He wore a purple suit with white linings and a belt strapped around his waistline. With a croaked voice, the figure introduced himself as Leon Powalski. \n\nAs the Lizard swerved his ship the camera zoomed towards the final member, as the leader of the group let out a menacing laugh. It was a grey wolf with a white mohawk between his triangular ears, and white muzzle. The wolf was adjusting his blue visor over his left eye allowing him to see his targets from a faraway distance, while he chuckled towards Fox Mccloud. He had a black plate over his blue suit with yellow spikes poking out of the sides. His sleeves were black and etched with two purple stripes etched above his black rubber gloves. Once the Wolf introduced himself as Wolf O'Donnel, Matt paused the game right on the villain's face and stared at him for a very long time. The young boy never cared much about anthropomorphic animals yet the wolf made him feel excited. Seeing those muscles tense underneath those black sleeves of his made Matt quite happy. He had a dumb grin on his face and could only stare into those red eyes of Wolf O'Donnel. Eventually, Matt shook his head at that moment as he tried to ignore looking deeper into the wolf's face. Besides, he was only a cool character. 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There were several levers, dials indicating the engine of the plane, and switches that engaged the planes features. It was slowing down even more as the planes landing gear smacked onto the ground and began to break while going down the long strip. The Light aircraft was vibrating towards the restricted force while the pilot was trying his best to keep the plane steady. Once the pilot kept the aircraft at a balanced pace it slowly entered inside of the hangar and stopped. The engine died down as the propeller ceased its spinning. For a moment it was quiet until the aircraft’s door opened downwards. What stepped out of the cockpit was a young handsome man in his late twenties. \n\nThe young man took his black helmet off and breathed in some fresh air. Matt stifled his short brown hair and walked deeper into the grey exterior of the hangar. He was on an aircraft carrier just like he always wanted as a kid. Though his idea dream job was a bit hard to handle. Apparently, Matt couldn’t fly a fighter jet just yet. Only the test vehicles that are given to those who are still considered in training. However, Matt has been a trainee for about a year. It has been a frustrating journey when he felt that he wasn’t getting anywhere. Embarrassingly enough, a few of the other flyers around the bay would often talk behind Matt’s back. Some would spread rumors of whether or not Matt would be able to take the job seriously. Walking towards the small office door in the back of the hangar, Matt couldn’t help but marvel at some of the jet planes. Grey, large, and with names etching on to their sides. One always caught the young man’s eye as he walked past it. The Fierce Beast. It had a black wolf on each side with a ferocious look in its red gleaming eyes. Matt easily imagined Wolf’s face instead of the black wolf as he would secretly gain a small boner in his black jumpsuit. Softly blushing, Matt gently rubbed his bulge a bit before stepping into the small office door. Automatically without fail, his boss swiveled his chair around and stared up at the young man. “Are we gonna have this talk again, Matt?”\n\nNodding his head in thought, Matt sat into the wooden chair and rest his arms on to the armrests. He took a small glance of the room itself. Decorative with jet plane posters placed over the light yellow walls as a few of them had motivational sayings. “Stay army strong,” One read with a picture of the American Flag as the background followed by a giant jet plane soaring in the air. Unfortunately, Matt didn’t felt so motivated at the moment while he placed his hands onto the wooden desk. His boss’s desk was littered with American flags and glass cases containing awards over the years. There was a green plaque in the middle reading out the words “General Charles.” His boss’s sir name. General Charles was a famous warfighter back in World War Two. He fought against fighter jets and was able to survive out of the thousands that perished. Nowadays, General Charles was older and balding out in a few places. General Charles had a bit of a rounded belly, though he had chiseled arms almost breaking through his green attire. Adjusting a few of his badges on his general suit, General Charles placed down his green visor and looked up at Matt with cold blue eyes. His stare could pierce a man as they beg for surrender. “Matt, I must admit you are the top of your class. You have done so much and you should be proud of that. But you just don’t got the guts, kid. I need a strong fighter for the job. You are just too soft for me, son. I’m sorry.”\n\nMatt could only sit quietly in his chair. Unable to move as General Charles slowly stood up and walked over to the young man. The older gentlemen just took out a small item and placed it in front of Matt as he stepped out the door. Sitting in silence, Matt could only hear the shuffling of footsteps as everyone in the hangar was done for the day. Taking their leave back into their dorms while getting ready for tomorrow. It was the hardest rejection that Matt ever had in his entire life. He came from a poor family and made it his dream to become a military pilot. To fight for what was right. Suddenly, all of that was taken away in just a few minutes. Silently sobbing to himself, the young man rubbed the sleeve of his jumpsuit over his eyes, eventually remember the small item General Charles placed on the desk. Sniffling, Matt looked down to see it was a black eyepatch. It was a bit of a shock, to say the least. “Did he knew?...” Matt swore he never told anyone about being a furry nor his love for Wolf O’Donnel. Yet, he could clearly tell the eyepatch belonged to the fictional character as he picked it up. Then there was another small item that fell out of the eyepatch. Matt managed to grab a hold of it and realized it was a key ignition to one of the jet planes. There was a small sticky note attached to the side as Matt read it out loud. “The Fierce beast… Wait, what?” \n\nDropping the keys onto the table, Matt quickly stood up and turned to see the jet plane sitting in the middle of the hangar. The young man’s heart was racing while he wasn’t able to process what was happening properly to himself. He walked into General Charles’s office, preparing to beg his way up to the top, got fired, and now was given the keys to his favorite jet of all time. Nothing seemed to make any sense at the moment for Matt’s case. It was all a big surprise at that point while he took a glance back at the keys in his hands. For some reason, Matt had the urge to go into the cockpit. He wasn’t sure why yet he knew deep down that was what he wanted. To be strong, fit, and ready for action. Maybe this is what General Charles meant, Matt thought. Don’t take no for an answer and continue moving on. Grabbing his helmet from the desk, Matt went out of the office and walked toward The Fierce Beast. Its wolf image gave the young man the welcome he needed. As if he was finally home. Gently opening the cockpit door, Matt took the eyepatch and decided to wear it over his face. Maybe to bring out that tough-guy persona as the black fabric rested on top of his left eyeball. As Matt sat into the cockpit, he took out a small hand mirror from one of the compartments and decided to take a look at himself. He looked somewhat cool though his frail face wasn’t much of a looker. “Wish I could have a big jawline like Wolf…”\n\nPlacing the hand mirror back into its compartment, Matt figured he should look over the console’s layout. The red pull levers, green buttons, grey switchboards, and so one made Matt even more excited than ever. He wrapped his hands over the black steering wheel, imagining how good it felt as his erection was coming back. What Matt didn’t notice was the cockpit door that was slowly closing on his side. Though Matt didn’t seem to care about anything else besides the fact that he was about to fly out of the hangar in an actual jet plane for once. The door clicked onto the locking mechanism while Matt turned the key into the ignition. He could hear the motors roaring into life as flames were igniting from the back of the plane. Matt pressed his foot onto the throttle, ignoring the fact that his black boots were squirming in that moment. The young man’s feet were somehow growing past their usual height of a size nine and heading up to a size fifteen. His nails were ripping out of the small material, emerging as white sharp claws while the rest of Matt’s feet were being consumed with grey fur. Matt grunted, shifting his now paw sized feet in order to press on the ignition with no problems. 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In truth, there was even red and white paint spreading across the wings, the back, and even the front window that Maft was looking out of expanded overhead. Looking up into the stars, Maft jerked himself off faster while a load of his cum was flying everywhere. It seemed like he couldn’t stop cumming as if his balls were building up extra amount of it in just a few seconds. Fortunately, Maft’s balls were now the size of cannonballs while the young man could feel his white pubic hair rubbing against the suit. Groaning very loudly, Maft’s ass was inflating at an incredible rate. His two bottoms were ballooning out of proportions. Both of them were splitting open the rest of the lower half of his suit, gasping once he felt a long bushy grey and white tail was bursting out from above his gorgeous ass. Maft was drooling like a dog, admiring his cock while it freed itself from the too-tight suit. It slapped onto his thin stomach, huffing at his foot long cock. He shifted it up and down some more, splashing the small puddle of cum below with his juicy sized paws, while Maft figured he should set the plane to autopilot. “Besides, you are my biggest worry as of right now.” \n\nBending forward, Moft began sucking his giant cock. He could feel its head around his tongue, quivering as more juices kept pouring out of him. “So good…” The young man mumbled, tasting his delicious self while the front of his suit was struggling to hold on much longer. Moft’s chest was widening with each slurp from his cock. His pectoral muscles were wrecking into the suit while milk could be seen dripping out of the material. He squeezed one of his hardened nipples and manage to spill milk onto the console. Moft could hear the console sputter and spark as the milk was slipping through the cracks. As the lights were flickering inside of the cockpit, Moft’s suit broke apart as his pecs bounced in the air like crazy. The young man felt like a dumb himbo. 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In a quiet location up in North America is a small town filled with individual white houses. Some had black roofs, brown, or red in that matter. Some of these houses were the size of mansions that sat on top of a giant hill overlooking the city down below while its street lights and its buildings gleamed during the night sky. The town itself was peaceful as some of the residents were walking down the street holding hands or walking alone. Christmas lights were decorative around the small town, some with giant inflatable Santas waving his hands to bypassers. Others were simple with colorful Christmas lights, covering the entire house itself. It was a pretty beautiful year for the season. Everyone already had their supper and Christmas parties all done for the year. It was a magical day before the new year came about. At the far end of town away from the city and facing towards the edge of the woods was a small white wooden house. It had a small porch at the front, with brown wooden chairs sitting beside one another while having small windows from top to bottom. It wasn't as decorative as the other houses in the surrounding area. It only had a small Santa sculpture sitting beside the porch steps. Though the family didn't seem to mind what they had up for the holiday season. The Andrews were pretty poor. They couldn't afford a whole lot for their children though they do often try to please them.
That Christmas, something changed their one son forever. Not knowing that one day his life would fulfill him flying through the stars of outer space. Fourteen-year-old Matt was smashing each button on his GameCube controller, moving the white analog stick forward, while tapping the green a button to use Fox's blaster. The living room walls were painted light-brown, with a single cushioned chair in the middle of the room, and a large rectangular grey tv sitting on top of a brown cabinet. There were small candles set on the carpeted floor, as Matt and his family often pray to god during the holidays by candlelight. His parents taught him and his brothers to always follow the light as god will protect them through the hard times. Matt never believed in god though he was brought into a religious family setting. He only cared about his imagination and fantasies that he would create in his room. Most of the time, Matt would build tiny aircraft models as he pretended that he was in the cockpit while soaring through the skies above. Once Fox got out of the giant airship, leaving behind the massive red and black ship as it is carried in space by its giant grey engines, along with a balcony underneath a grey bridge turning clockwise, three small black and red ships with white wings came flying towards his direction.
In a shocked voice, the anthropomorphic animal named Fox Mccloud turned towards the row of ships with his white mohawk shuffling through the sudden movement while his triangular ears pointed upwards. "Star Wolf!" As all three ships came roaring through their green engines slowly died down as the screen focused on each cockpit individually and introducing the members of Star Wolf. The first member that was shown was an anthropomorphic panther with his red and black ship painted with a red rose and a green stem containing thorns, while the panther wore a futuristic suit. He had a thick yellow collar, followed by purple sleeves, and a grey metallic plate over his upper body. The purple panther throws out a white-gloved hand brushing over a single strand of white fur moving up towards the side of his chin and settling underneath his yellow eyes as his tail swished in excitement. The panther introduced himself as Panther Caroso, as he had a deep, but a calming voice like a gentleman. He maneuvered his ship to the side allowing the second member to come into view. It was a green scaly lizard, with wide eyes on both sides of his head, while he sneered towards the camera. There was a line going between his face and connecting towards the tip of his head. He had small black nostrils along with a long mouth and yellow-brown markings covering over his head and underneath his eyes. He wore a purple suit with white linings and a belt strapped around his waistline. With a croaked voice, the figure introduced himself as Leon Powalski.
As the Lizard swerved his ship the camera zoomed towards the final member, as the leader of the group let out a menacing laugh. It was a grey wolf with a white mohawk between his triangular ears, and white muzzle. The wolf was adjusting his blue visor over his left eye allowing him to see his targets from a faraway distance, while he chuckled towards Fox Mccloud. He had a black plate over his blue suit with yellow spikes poking out of the sides. His sleeves were black and etched with two purple stripes etched above his black rubber gloves. Once the Wolf introduced himself as Wolf O'Donnel, Matt paused the game right on the villain's face and stared at him for a very long time. The young boy never cared much about anthropomorphic animals yet the wolf made him feel excited. Seeing those muscles tense underneath those black sleeves of his made Matt quite happy. He had a dumb grin on his face and could only stare into those red eyes of Wolf O'Donnel. Eventually, Matt shook his head at that moment as he tried to ignore looking deeper into the wolf's face. Besides, he was only a cool character. It wasn't like he thought Wolf O'Donnel was more than that, right? Matt unpaused the game and continued onward like nothing happened. Though one day the young boy will discover that his feelings went farther than he could have ever imagined...
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Present Day:
It was a pretty clear day with barely any clouds and a gorgeous blue sky. There was a loud humming sound overhead as a light aircraft was making its way downwards towards land. It had two wings on each side with a strip of blue paint going across from one end to the other. Its powerplant had a small gray propeller at the front spinning quite fast along with a point in the center. The end of the plane contained a fuselage that extended at the back and had three empennages attached. The cockpit had several small black windows that obstructed the view of who was flying the plane. Inside of the plane were consoles etched across the pilot. There were several levers, dials indicating the engine of the plane, and switches that engaged the planes features. It was slowing down even more as the planes landing gear smacked onto the ground and began to break while going down the long strip. The Light aircraft was vibrating towards the restricted force while the pilot was trying his best to keep the plane steady. Once the pilot kept the aircraft at a balanced pace it slowly entered inside of the hangar and stopped. The engine died down as the propeller ceased its spinning. For a moment it was quiet until the aircraft’s door opened downwards. What stepped out of the cockpit was a young handsome man in his late twenties.
The young man took his black helmet off and breathed in some fresh air. Matt stifled his short brown hair and walked deeper into the grey exterior of the hangar. He was on an aircraft carrier just like he always wanted as a kid. Though his idea dream job was a bit hard to handle. Apparently, Matt couldn’t fly a fighter jet just yet. Only the test vehicles that are given to those who are still considered in training. However, Matt has been a trainee for about a year. It has been a frustrating journey when he felt that he wasn’t getting anywhere. Embarrassingly enough, a few of the other flyers around the bay would often talk behind Matt’s back. Some would spread rumors of whether or not Matt would be able to take the job seriously. Walking towards the small office door in the back of the hangar, Matt couldn’t help but marvel at some of the jet planes. Grey, large, and with names etching on to their sides. One always caught the young man’s eye as he walked past it. The Fierce Beast. It had a black wolf on each side with a ferocious look in its red gleaming eyes. Matt easily imagined Wolf’s face instead of the black wolf as he would secretly gain a small boner in his black jumpsuit. Softly blushing, Matt gently rubbed his bulge a bit before stepping into the small office door. Automatically without fail, his boss swiveled his chair around and stared up at the young man. “Are we gonna have this talk again, Matt?”
Nodding his head in thought, Matt sat into the wooden chair and rest his arms on to the armrests. He took a small glance of the room itself. Decorative with jet plane posters placed over the light yellow walls as a few of them had motivational sayings. “Stay army strong,” One read with a picture of the American Flag as the background followed by a giant jet plane soaring in the air. Unfortunately, Matt didn’t felt so motivated at the moment while he placed his hands onto the wooden desk. His boss’s desk was littered with American flags and glass cases containing awards over the years. There was a green plaque in the middle reading out the words “General Charles.” His boss’s sir name. General Charles was a famous warfighter back in World War Two. He fought against fighter jets and was able to survive out of the thousands that perished. Nowadays, General Charles was older and balding out in a few places. General Charles had a bit of a rounded belly, though he had chiseled arms almost breaking through his green attire. Adjusting a few of his badges on his general suit, General Charles placed down his green visor and looked up at Matt with cold blue eyes. His stare could pierce a man as they beg for surrender. “Matt, I must admit you are the top of your class. You have done so much and you should be proud of that. But you just don’t got the guts, kid. I need a strong fighter for the job. You are just too soft for me, son. I’m sorry.”
Matt could only sit quietly in his chair. Unable to move as General Charles slowly stood up and walked over to the young man. The older gentlemen just took out a small item and placed it in front of Matt as he stepped out the door. Sitting in silence, Matt could only hear the shuffling of footsteps as everyone in the hangar was done for the day. Taking their leave back into their dorms while getting ready for tomorrow. It was the hardest rejection that Matt ever had in his entire life. He came from a poor family and made it his dream to become a military pilot. To fight for what was right. Suddenly, all of that was taken away in just a few minutes. Silently sobbing to himself, the young man rubbed the sleeve of his jumpsuit over his eyes, eventually remember the small item General Charles placed on the desk. Sniffling, Matt looked down to see it was a black eyepatch. It was a bit of a shock, to say the least. “Did he knew?...” Matt swore he never told anyone about being a furry nor his love for Wolf O’Donnel. Yet, he could clearly tell the eyepatch belonged to the fictional character as he picked it up. Then there was another small item that fell out of the eyepatch. Matt managed to grab a hold of it and realized it was a key ignition to one of the jet planes. There was a small sticky note attached to the side as Matt read it out loud. “The Fierce beast… Wait, what?”
Dropping the keys onto the table, Matt quickly stood up and turned to see the jet plane sitting in the middle of the hangar. The young man’s heart was racing while he wasn’t able to process what was happening properly to himself. He walked into General Charles’s office, preparing to beg his way up to the top, got fired, and now was given the keys to his favorite jet of all time. Nothing seemed to make any sense at the moment for Matt’s case. It was all a big surprise at that point while he took a glance back at the keys in his hands. For some reason, Matt had the urge to go into the cockpit. He wasn’t sure why yet he knew deep down that was what he wanted. To be strong, fit, and ready for action. Maybe this is what General Charles meant, Matt thought. Don’t take no for an answer and continue moving on. Grabbing his helmet from the desk, Matt went out of the office and walked toward The Fierce Beast. Its wolf image gave the young man the welcome he needed. As if he was finally home. Gently opening the cockpit door, Matt took the eyepatch and decided to wear it over his face. Maybe to bring out that tough-guy persona as the black fabric rested on top of his left eyeball. As Matt sat into the cockpit, he took out a small hand mirror from one of the compartments and decided to take a look at himself. He looked somewhat cool though his frail face wasn’t much of a looker. “Wish I could have a big jawline like Wolf…”
Placing the hand mirror back into its compartment, Matt figured he should look over the console’s layout. The red pull levers, green buttons, grey switchboards, and so one made Matt even more excited than ever. He wrapped his hands over the black steering wheel, imagining how good it felt as his erection was coming back. What Matt didn’t notice was the cockpit door that was slowly closing on his side. Though Matt didn’t seem to care about anything else besides the fact that he was about to fly out of the hangar in an actual jet plane for once. The door clicked onto the locking mechanism while Matt turned the key into the ignition. He could hear the motors roaring into life as flames were igniting from the back of the plane. Matt pressed his foot onto the throttle, ignoring the fact that his black boots were squirming in that moment. The young man’s feet were somehow growing past their usual height of a size nine and heading up to a size fifteen. His nails were ripping out of the small material, emerging as white sharp claws while the rest of Matt’s feet were being consumed with grey fur. Matt grunted, shifting his now paw sized feet in order to press on the ignition with no problems. Once the bottom of the console opened up a bit, allowing Matt’s paws some more room, he sighed in relief. “Thank god they made some of these jets big enough for me. Can’t imagine getting into those smaller jets though…”
Gaining more speed, Matt lifted the wheels back into the plane. Adjusting his steering wheel downwards in order to fly straight into the air, The Fierce Beast rose and flew out of the hangar. Matt was hooting over his successful launch, having a hard time believing that he was able to pull that off. Meanwhile, Matt’s cock was throbbing inside his suit. That giant slab of Matt’s meat was shuddering as the young man went higher and higher. The friction of his suit caused his cock to grow larger as it pulled against the material. Though it didn’t matter much as Matt’s legs were chiseling and bristling out of his leggings. Matt tried his best to stretch his legs out as best he could. Hearing the sound of his own clothing being destroyed beneath him felt good. Watching his grey fur bloom over his legs was making the young man hard and sweaty. Though Matt was having trouble remembering a few things. Like why did he decide to wear such tight clothing that morning? Did he just grab the only attire he could find in the closest or was it that he was ordered to? But if he was, then why? Matt accidentally brushes his hand against his erect cock as he saw a dribble of precum leaking out of the poor material. It caused Matt to shiver in his seat, as his mind was now begging for release. “So big…” Matt mumbled, using one of his hands to stroke his leaking cock while his other was still pulling down on the wheel.
Breaking through the atmosphere, Maft’s jet was changing shape. Its front broke into two points, the exterior transforming into a stronger metal, while The Fierce’s Beasts black logo spread over the rest of the ship. In truth, there was even red and white paint spreading across the wings, the back, and even the front window that Maft was looking out of expanded overhead. Looking up into the stars, Maft jerked himself off faster while a load of his cum was flying everywhere. It seemed like he couldn’t stop cumming as if his balls were building up extra amount of it in just a few seconds. Fortunately, Maft’s balls were now the size of cannonballs while the young man could feel his white pubic hair rubbing against the suit. Groaning very loudly, Maft’s ass was inflating at an incredible rate. His two bottoms were ballooning out of proportions. Both of them were splitting open the rest of the lower half of his suit, gasping once he felt a long bushy grey and white tail was bursting out from above his gorgeous ass. Maft was drooling like a dog, admiring his cock while it freed itself from the too-tight suit. It slapped onto his thin stomach, huffing at his foot long cock. He shifted it up and down some more, splashing the small puddle of cum below with his juicy sized paws, while Maft figured he should set the plane to autopilot. “Besides, you are my biggest worry as of right now.”
Bending forward, Moft began sucking his giant cock. He could feel its head around his tongue, quivering as more juices kept pouring out of him. “So good…” The young man mumbled, tasting his delicious self while the front of his suit was struggling to hold on much longer. Moft’s chest was widening with each slurp from his cock. His pectoral muscles were wrecking into the suit while milk could be seen dripping out of the material. He squeezed one of his hardened nipples and manage to spill milk onto the console. Moft could hear the console sputter and spark as the milk was slipping through the cracks. As the lights were flickering inside of the cockpit, Moft’s suit broke apart as his pecs bounced in the air like crazy. The young man felt like a dumb himbo. Though a smart one who knew how to pilot his spaceship… Wait a minute. Moft’s head was swimming with millions of questions. Spaceship? When did he get one of those? Maybe one of his team members… Huh? Team members? Moft felt so confused, thrashing his back onto the front window above him while his abdominal muscles were causing the young man to grow taller. His stomach cracked with each set of abs, with Moft having a harder time fitting into his cockpit. All he could do was look down and see his milk and cum covering up half of the small space that he no longer had any room for. He could only suck his cock while his white fur covered the front of his body along with the grey fur growing on his sides.
Woft was moaning within his containment. He was so huge that Woft felt like he was about to break the window of the cockpit and get sucked into space. The whole experience was becoming a sexy nightmare as his arms were bulging with biceps. Woft’s suit sleeves were peeling off of him, with his shoulder blades popping in place while his arms were thickening with growth. Woft accidentally smacked his right elbow onto the console, causing it to break down and turned autopilot off. Though Woft would have tried to turn autopilot back on it was no use. He was stuck in his own cockpit and might as well drown in his cum. Grey fur was going up to his arms, meanwhile, Woft’s hands were becoming massive. Both of them were forming more into paws than hands with his nails lengthening into white claws. “What the fuck… Who am I?” Woft gurgled in his cum, his brain erasing any remains of his old life entirely as his voice was shifting to a deep manly voice. His vocal cords were getting bigger, as Woft purposefully made noises only to hear himself some more. Everything was getting out of hand. Especially when Woft was heading into an asteroid field. His ship was starting to get damaged. It kept bashing to the sides of his ship as Woft had little to no hope at this point. He felt as if he failed his own mission. To become that tough guy that never gave up for any shit that was given to him… “Wait… Fuck it!”
The creature began to ram his body on to the glass, just shouting in anger and frustration. Since when the fuck did he ever gave up? Of course, he wouldn’t! He was the god damn leader after all! It made him angry just thinking about it. The Leader’s mouth stretched out into a strong muzzle, achieving a pretty impressive jawline while his teeth sharpened into fangs. He was at least enjoying the taste of himself though his whole cockpit was covered up by now. The Leader couldn’t see what was coming ahead as he howled and snarled. The changes were almost complete as the young man named Matt seemed like a distant memory. Now all that was left was a furious wolf in his place while his nose formed into a black snout. His cum had a strong scent as well as his armpit hair. All of the Leader’s senses were much stronger than the humans as his white fur covered over his face while tufts of grey fur were sticking out of his cheeks. He closed his eyes, as it was all becoming too much for the Leader. If only his team was with him. He should have ordered them to come along. Or maybe- Wait! His team! He remembered now! The Leader opened his now red eyes as his ears pointed and moved to the top of his head. All of his memories were coming back. He could recall his two teammates that were always on his side while his short brown hair combed into a white mohawk going down the back of his head. Yes… His name was- “Wolf O'Donnell!” Lighting himself a cigarette from the console, he flies off to find his teammates in the vastness of space.",
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