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These specimens are on-par intellectually with baseline anthro-cubs, capable of learning and adapting alongside their “fellow cubs”. Natural, wild behaviour is inhibited enough that werewolf cubs are capable of growing into the pre-teen stage before natural urges begin to express themselves.\n\n47 specimens shall be allocated to local orphanages, and pre-selected for all potential adoptive parents. Applications will be expedited and prerequisites for adoption removed if potential adoptive parents contain at least one female family member, with preference given to adoptive families with the most female members.\n\nPROJECT HOMEGROWN laboratories that synthesize chemical compound Y1F-EE6 will be receiving additional manpower and funding in the coming budget, in order to provide enough medication for all adoptive HOMEGROWN candidates.\n\nAddendum CAN-26: Candidate 26, named “Kenny” by his adoptive mother (Claire, Rabbit, 30) has begun showing signs of natural sexual expression, higher than predicted levels. Recovered sperm sample shows elevated sperm density, strength and amount. “Kenny” has begun showing significant dominance over male students at his school, getting into numerous fights where his superior strength keeps him as the “top dog”. “Kenny” has also been linked to two unsolved rapes in the local area, with DSU agents embedded in the local police department managing the case files. “Candy” doses will be subsequently increased - this candidate shows exceptional promise. Monitor for further behavioural changes.\n\n_________________________________________________________________________\n\nClaire sighed as she pulled her car into the school's parking lot, grabbing a space near the front door as she attempted to peer through the reception windows. She couldn’t see her son through them, which was probably for the better. She didn’t want him to notice her looking so disappointed.\n\nShe was a good mom - she knew that. Always putting on a happy, loving smile to Kenny any and every time they looked at each other. She really doted on him, caring for him just as much as she would her own flesh and blood - maybe even more. Her love for him was just as strong as it was for her biological daughter, Lucy. Maybe that was why she felt so upset right now - if she just considered Kenny as “someone else's kid”, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… but this was her son, so she had to take responsibility.\n\nClaire had received a call from the school just as her work shift was ending, and the stern voice of the school principal had informed her that her sweet, innocent boy had apparently ripped off one of his female classmates' panties after he’d pulled her into the bathroom. She’d run off in time, but naturally an act like that was hardly something the school would tolerate. Claire shook her head as she stepped out of the car, locking it behind her and slowly meandered up to the front door. She just couldn’t get her head around it.\n\nWhat had caused him to do that? Did he have some sort of issue with the girl? Kenny was only 12, just bordering on it too, meaning he was right around the age when puberty was gonna make a mess of his emotions… but could it really just be down to that? Maybe if his paws had wandered a little, she’d understand a little more - but to be so… violent? Ripping that poor girl's panties to shreds after forcing her into a private spot?\n\nClaire paused for a moment as she reached out for the door, gently pulling it open. There was one explanation she knew was the likely culprit, but it was one she wasn’t entirely comfortable with admitting. Kenny was some sort of wolf hybrid, whilst her and her daughter were rabbits. In short, they were prey animals, whilst Kenny was a predator. The thought had occurred to her once or twice over the past few years about whether that would be an issue, and so far… it hadn’t.\n\nBut if his puberty was making him a little more feral than he was used to, how could she help him grow through this stage effectively? She didn’t have much, or any if she was ultimately honest with herself, experience with predator species. She’d previously had a few as friends, but they drifted away from her… a few of her co-workers were predators, but she couldn’t really go up to them in the office and just ask how to help a young predator boy navigate his new feelings and emotions.\n\nIt was hard, because her own network sphere really wasn’t populated with any predators she could fall on for some help. Maybe that was her own fault - she’d always had a slight nervousness about them… but then, that was why she’d taken Kenny in too. To show herself, and her daughter, that there was nothing to be afraid of. And she’d done a good job, hadn’t she? He was happy, looked after, safe… and her daughter didn’t appear to be picking up the same fright for predators that her mother harbored. Hell, she’d invited a predator boy over a few times… and from the looks the two shared, Claire was pretty certain they were a “thing”. She didn’t hold ill-will towards Lucy for that, so why… why was it slightly different for Kenny?\n\nMaybe it was because he looked so similar to a werewolf?\n\nShe quickly shook that thought out of her head, like she’d done so many times prior. She really had to stop thinking that. Sure, all the news reports and documentaries and internet talk had given her more than enough information about werewolves than she could ever hope to forget about in a hundred lifetimes… but she shouldn’t project that onto Kenny. And besides, there wasn’t any werewolf activity for miles around - so how on earth would a werewolf pup end up in an orphanage?\n\nIt was a stupid thought, so she opened the front door and poked her head in, spying the receptionist and making her way to the desk. The receptionist was tapping on a computer, but looked up at Claire as she walked in - he was a handsome red fox, with very well preened fur and sporting some smart glasses. She’d seen him before but hadn’t yet committed his name to memory… but he didn’t seem to have that problem.\n\n“Oh, hello Claire - Kenny is in the principals office. Do you need me to take you?” he asked, tilting his head as his pawtips hovered over the keys. “Not if you’re busy, I know the way.” she answered back, giving a little glance at the computer monitor; though it was covered by that privacy-screen stuff.\n\nThe receptionist gave her a smile and a thumbs up, returning to tapping away as Claire moved on through the halls. Some students were still milling around, either walking to after-school clubs or moving to secondary exits that aimed towards their homes. The majority of the student base was off to the side of the school building, at the designated pick-up point. That was a slight relief, as Claire didn’t want to have too many eyes on her.\n\nArriving at the principals office, she gave a short, soft knock - before a voice called her in. She took a breath and entered, immediately spying Kenny sat on a swivel-chair opposite from the principal, who was also seated. They both looked up as she entered, and Kenny’s ears noticeably perked up. Even when he was in trouble, he was still excited to see his mom. Claire's heart melted a little at that, and whatever disappointment she had felt melted alongside it. Now, she just wanted to get him out of here.\n\nOne thing was odd though - in his paws was one of those orange candies that the adoption welfare worker brought with her. She’d given them to Claire a few months ago, stating that they should help assist Kenny’s development after Claire had confided her worry about being able to properly raise a predator species. Well, perhaps confided was a little too generous; she had been quizzed, and ended up sharing her worries at the time. Claire had thought they were a unique candy, but here the principal had apparently handed Kenny the same brand. Strange.\n\nAfter a quick discussion with the principal, whose eyes always unnerved Claire, she took Kenny back home. Her fur had prickled whilst in that room, but not because of Kenny or his actions today; she’d always felt that way every time she interacted with the principal. Something about his stare just set off some deep-rooted alarm bells in her mind. It was like he was mentally undressing her, either for sexual or… lethal reasons. It didn’t help that his fangs unfortunately protruded from his muzzle, a condition he couldn’t help of course.\n\nStill, she was glad to take Kenny’s paw and lead him back to the car, away from that stare. She didn’t need to help him in, he was a big boy now - very large for his age, actually. She wasn’t too sure how normal that was, but she’d never grown up around predator species so couldn’t really draw from any personal experience. He seemed healthy though, just large. Casting those thoughts aside, she hopped into the front seat and pulled out of the school parking lot, hitting the road without much traffic thankfully!\n\nThey’d only been driving a few minutes in an uncomfortable silence, Claire worrying about what to say before Kenny’s voice piped up from the back in a low voice: “I’m sorry mom… I know you’re mad at me, and I’m s-sorry…” he seemed to cut himself off, worried about how she’d react. Of course he’d worry - but Claire wasn’t like that. Not like other moms. She’d seen how they treated their cubs, yelling and screaming and slapping them around the ears. Even with something as serious as this, she wasn’t going to stoop to that level.\n\n“I know Kenny, I know you’re sorry. I’m not gonna shout at you or anything. But I am disappointed, okay? I didn’t raise you that way. Why’d you do that to that poor girl? Who even was it?” the words fell out of her mouth before her brain had a chance to check them, and she winced at her slightly too-hurt tone. But it was too late now. Kenny cleared his throat and mumbled something, realized that he wasn’t audible, and spoke up again: “Uhm, it was Connie, mom. The cheetah girl in my class.”\n\nClaire was aware of who he was talking about, she’d seen her around before. Striking a weird cross between a goth-girl and a nerdy-girl, she’d always gotten the feeling that Connie was a sweet and gentle girl. She’d certainly seen her shoved around a bit at the very least. And, in her own opinion, she was definitely a very attractive young girl who was growing faster than some of the others. It made sense why his budding puberty would make him act out on her.\n\n“I see. Thank you Kenny, we don’t have to talk about it fully just yet… but we’re gonna have to talk through your actions today, okay? You’re growing into a big man now, and there’s some things you need to learn…” she trailed off, clearing her throat, mind ablaze at trying to navigate this situation. She couldn’t blame Kenny for not knowing how to deal with whatever new emotions and feelings he was going through. But she’d hoped that he’d still have enough self-control not to act out on a girl like that. But then again, he was a predator species - maybe that was just something that happened? She wished now that she’d tried to make friends with some of the predator moms, as now would be a great time to ask for some advice.\n\nKenny made a little noise of affirmation, preferring to keep quiet and look out of the window as he dealt with all the strange sensations… and then suddenly, a loud gurgle filled the car. Very loud, in fact - like a stomach-noise, but more… feral. Claire's large bunny-ears twitched, her audio range a lot higher than most others, and she couldn’t stop a little smirk from erupting as she focused on the road, taking a turn.\n\n“Woah, someone's hungry, huh? Did that candy the principal gave you not fill you up? I’ll get you a snack when we get back, but you can’t have too much else you won’t feel hungry for dinner later!” she told him, giving a quick glance in the rear-view at him before her attention fixed back on the road. 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If she’d taken a moment to look at Kenny, she’d have realized that something was very, very wrong with him - specifically in his crotch, which was now protruding a very large package. Kenny’s eyes had locked onto his mothers ass as the pair walked into the house, a little string of drool slipping from his muzzle. Big bouncing wobbling breedable ass… all sorts of feelings were starting to flood through him now, and a strange energy was beginning to take hold of his limbs…\n\n“ELIZABETH!” Claire shouted up the stairs, hearing her daughter turn off her music and the squeak of her bed as she got up to her feet. “COMING!” came the reply, but before Claire could call out to her daughter again, her phone suddenly bleeped - a specific ringtone she’d set for important work-related matters. If it was coming now, after her shift had concluded and she’d gotten home… it had to be bad. Her fur felt cold as she fished out her phone and unlocked it, taking a quick scroll through the message - and all she needed to see were a few keywords: “URGENT, INJURY, DESPERATE” and, most importantly of all: “QUADRUPLE PAY.”\n\nJust as she finished reading that last word, Elizabeth appeared at the top of the stairs and started descending. Claire had to make a quick decision, and as much as it pained her to do so… this seemed important. “Elizabeth! Can you please look after Kenny for a little while? I just got an extremely important work call and I need to go back in. I’m so sorry to dump this on you but I need to go NOW. Order a pizza for you two, okay? I’m sorry!” she rattled off quickly before turning to Kenny and planting a quick, hurried smooch on the top of his head - not even looking at the rest of him as she started rushing out of the door, pausing only to call out a: “I’m sorry Kenny, I love you and I’ll be back soon!” before she was gone, into the car, and out of the driveway.\n\nLeaving just Kenny and Elizabeth together.\n\nElizabeth, who really preferred to go by “Liz” unless it was extremely important or a formal event, had just gotten to the bottom of the stairs. She was decked out in her usual attire for the past two or so years - a near fully black, goth vibe. A large pair of black, buckled boots, a duo of black and white striped thigh-highs that clung to her legs and thighs quite tightly, a cute little skirt that was really too small to be considered appropriate, and a cute crop top that clung to her breasts and left nothing to the imagination in terms of her size. Overall, it was an attire that really pushed the boundaries of “appropriate”, and was definitely in violation of her school dress code - but, she was happy with it. Claire hadn’t wanted to stifle her daughter like her mother had done to her, so tentatively approved her risky dress sense - and Liz’s school didn’t really bother enforcing the dress code if students at least wore some sort of clothing, and did their best to keep riskier styles away from the eyes of the occasional inspector.\n\nAt 16, Liz was old enough to look after herself, and definitely her little brother. Even if, at his younger age, he was taller and stronger than her. Kenny had always respected her as the older sister, even with his more powerful frame - but Liz had never tried to push her luck, knowing that her position “above” him was cordial. She didn’t mind having a younger brother, even if he was a predator species. She had plenty of predator friends, and was even dating one at the moment. Liz didn’t have the same sort of innate fright that their mother did, meaning she was able to be around Kenny just fine - and the two of them certainly had a close bond, even with the natural adoptive vs biological sibling divide.\n\nThe one thing that had been pissing Liz off a little lately was Kenny’s smell. Not a disgusting sweaty smell from going unwashed - but a thicker, more pungent scent that wafted from his nether regions, causing her body to react in an unpleasant way for a sibling relationship. It was why she’d been a little distant from him lately, because anytime she was close to him for an extended period, she always ended up leaving with her panties being a whole lot more sticky - something she really didn’t appreciate. Every time she thought of bringing it up to their mother she shot the idea down, convinced that their mother would already be doing something because surely she smelt the same thing…\n\nThat powerful odour that caused her womb to twitch a little was reaching her even as she descended the stairs, reaching a lot further than she was used to. Though, perhaps that was simply because of the… incident that had occurred today. Liz didn’t know the whole detail yet, but her mother had informed her that Kenny had an altercation with a girl today. When pressed if that meant he’d gotten into a fight, Claire had clarified that he hadn’t. That left only one conclusion for Liz to draw from.\n\n“Jeez Kenny, you gotta go take a shower! DId that girl really set you off-” she began to call out, before stopping dead in her tracks on the stairs. Her bunny whiskers twitched and her ears trembled as she stared at Kenny, now fully visible in the hallway. He was much different than usual; much more… scary. He was drooling for one, a thick sparkling strand dribbling off of his muzzle and onto the floor. Liz’s eyes followed that droplet down, and she gasped as she caught sight of his crotch - just before a loud ripping sound filled the hall.\n\nHis shorts fell away as his trembling, pulsating, throbbing canine cock finally sprung free from its cruel fabric prison, alongside some incredibly oversized fuzzy nutsacks that wobbled about as they settled into the fresh air - alongside a thick fresh cloud of powerful male canine musk. Kenny’s entire body trembled as his paws clenched into fists and relaxed, his heartbeat measurable with every throb of that incredibly powerful cock. A low growl was emanating from his muzzle, and his eyes shone with a powerful hunger…\n\nLiz was stunned. She didn’t dare to move, nor even breathe, as she stared at him. What… what had happened?! As she stared, she was sure his cock just trembled and grew - literally grew, right in front of her eyes. A thick globule of precum spurted from his tip and splattered onto the bottom step of the stairs, ejected almost a full four feet away from his cocktip. That broke the spell on her, and Liz took in a deep breath that tasted oddly euphoric - her legs trembled, and her brain started to feel a little foggy. But most of all, she was scared; scared of the little brother she knew. Scared at what had happened to him… and what he might do.\n\nShe suddenly realized just how alluring she was dressed, and her eyes jumped up from staring at Kenny’s cock to his eyes… eyes that had now locked on hers. “K-Kenny…?” she asked, voice trembling and sounding much too high-pitched for a gothy-like girl that she was. Too girly, in fact. Kenny stopped growling for just a moment, but that change was enough to cause Liz’s heart to flutter…\n\nBefore he launched himself up the stairs.\n\nTo her credit, Liz managed to spin around and rapidly climb the stairs herself. Bunnies were good at running, and generally had a good reaction speed - but that was nothing compared to Kenny’s superior predator genes… both natural, and artificial. Just as Liz reached the top step, a powerful blow on her shoulder caused her to go flying down the upstairs hall, crashing onto her belly and sliding across the floor.\n\nIt hurt, and Liz cried out, but she still tried to scramble to her feet. Her arm throbbed from a bruise she’d received upon landing, but that didn’t matter - what was important was just getting away, from those powerful pawsteps that pursued her, from the thick heavy wafting musk-clouds, from the powerful breathing that grew closer and closer-\n\nShe suddenly found herself moving along the floor, but not of her own accord - a hard grip had taken hold of her ankle and she was being dragged along! Liz felt sharp claws pressed against her skin, and she did her best to kick out - but that only caused the grip to tighten, causing her to yelp out in pain. Her hands tried to scrabble against the floor and find purchase, but it was too smooth. She soon found herself yanked into her bedroom, where Kenny… if he could still be considered Kenny, suddenly lifted her up from the floor and dangled her in the air by her leg.\n\nLiz froze up as she hung there, mind racing, taken aback by how strong Kenny suddenly became. What the absolute fuck had happened? Why was he doing this? She couldn’t wrap her head around it, but she was too full of panic to think straight anyway - she had to get out of his grasp, get away from him, anything! She suddenly tried wriggling once more, but his grip was iron - and with a sudden wind-up flourish, Kenny chucked her onto her bed with such force that she bounced off of the mattress and crashed to the floor on the other side of the bed.\n\nLiz’s head clanged against the wall and she cried out again, a paw instinctively rubbing against the impact zone as she tried getting to her feet again, before ducking back down as Kenny’s large frame pounced over the bed to grab at her once more. He managed to get an arm around her waist, and Liz found herself being yanked up into the air as claws sunk into her belly. She kicked out, but her strike missed, and then Kenny’s other arm was on her.\n\nIn less than a second, her view suddenly switched as she was spun upside down and slammed onto the mattress; thank goodness it was soft, otherwise that would have really, really hurt. All this time Kenny hadn’t uttered a single real word - instead, all he was making was some utterly terrifying animalistic noises. Grunts, snarls, and his constant huffing breath. But worst of all was an audible throbbing, mixing with the splash of a thick, sticky liquid splattering against the floor as he chased her. Liz had tried to block it from her mind, but now that she was pinned against the bed… she couldn’t get her eyes away from it, unless she closed them.\n\nKenny’s cock was absolutely massive, swelling up into a size Liz had never seen before - not on a normal person at least. She’s seen enough porn with enough well-endowed men… sure, predator species always had a large package to play with, and she was guilty of enjoying canine pornography for this reason… plus, the knot. She’d always wanted to play with a knot.\n\nWell, there was one now - five times as large, at a very basic guess, as the largest she’d seen online. The only time she’d ever heard mention of cocks this large were on… \n\nBut that couldn’t be true. Kenny wasn’t a-... he couldn’t be. She’d grown up with him for years, and he’d never shown any sort of tendencies or behaviour characteristic of…\n\nA werewolf.\n\nBut now he had suddenly switched, turning from a loving, gentle brother into… a horrible animal, seemingly hell bent on procreating with her if that dripping, throbbing cock was any indication. A cock that seemed to be pumping out incredibly thick, powerful wafts of musk that infested Liz’s mind, causing it to cloud up as her body unfortunately responded. She felt her thighs clench as her pussy twitched, sweet smelling nectar dribbling from her entrance into her panties…\n\nWhich suddenly were no longer there. Kenny’s muzzle dropped down and grasped the waistband of her panties in his fangs and he yanked with a force that almost lifted Liz from the bed, if the fabric didn’t break in time. It was a quick, swift yank that filled the air with the sound of ripping fabric - alongside a very satisfied growl. Liz couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything to get away, even as Kenny’s cock started moving closer, the tip lining up with her entrance, constantly drooling over-fertile egg-raiding precum onto the bed…\n\nShe couldn’t do anything except: “K-Kenny! Pp-p-please d-DON’T!!” She cried out in fear, followed by a shriek as Kenny’s cock rapidly shoved forward and invaded her virgin love-tunnel. Pain exploded from her crotch as that immense cock was shoved deep inside of her, all the way up to his knot in the very first thrust. Kenny, or whatever he was now, let out a howl of delight as his aching shaft finally sunk into its proper home. His massively oversized testicles gurgled in appreciation as their puppy-production hit overdrive, ropes of precum spurting out of his cocktip and plastering the insides of Liz’s poor defenceless womb.\n\nLiz herself couldn’t even form a single thought - all she was able to do was gasp as that impossibly oversized werewolf cock slammed into her, smooching her womb with a single thrust. That cute little bunny brain of hers had crashed, needing to reboot… but Kenny didn’t care to wait, his hips rapidly starting to pump back and forth as his cock stretched out the poor bunny. Liz could only squeal as he humped her like a complete feral animal… which to be fair, he was.\n\nKenny’s paws grasped the bed beneath them as he positioned his body to properly piston into Liz, utilizing all of his body weight combined with gravity to deliver crushing thrusts at an incredibly fast pace. It was a much too strong and hasteful pace to use on a defenceless virgin girl, but whatever part of Kenny’s mind was still cognizant didn’t care; all that mattered was to fuck. To breed. To release the incredible tension and painful swelling in his fat balls, which continually pulsed and throbbed with every passing moment. It seemed to be getting worse too! The more he fucked, the harder he had to thrust - his balls slamming against Liz’s limp body, filling the air with loud slapping over and over and over…\n\nAnd soon his growling would grow louder, filling the room with that reverberating sound as his paws grabbed at her body, pushing her down harder into the bed, squeezing her so tightly that his claws dug in. More and more and more he thrust, his hips no doubt leaving her bruised by the morning, before-\n\nPOP!\n\nA loud howl of delight erupted from Kenny’s drooling, feral maw as his knot suddenly slipped into Liz’s tight love-tunnel, rapidly swelling and causing her to scream from both the unfamiliar, surprised sensation - but also the intense pleasure mixing with pain that it brought. Her mind mimicked fireworks as all sorts of explosive, intense feelings flooded every synapse in her head, alongside all the nerves in her body. She was on fire, yet shivering and twitching from an incredible orgasm brought about by that knotting, alongside the pain from Kenny’s tight, claw-laden grip.\n\nCum began firing into Liz’s poor, defenceless womb as rope after rope of the thick, warm, sticky substance began plastering her internal walls. It kept going and going and going, Kenny’s cock pulsating and throbbing with every fresh load of warm werewolf semen that flooded that young girl's vulnerable puppy oven. His breath was ragged as those oversized nutsacks twitched and pulsed in tune with the puppy payload they fired, quintillions of uber-virile wolfsperm rapidly gangbanging poor Liz’s underdeveloped bunny-eggs, drowning them in a veritable ocean of wriggling love. Or “love”, considering Kenny was hardly in love with her… and more in love with breeding her, inseminating her, sowing her eggs to make her mother litter after litter of puppies.\n\nBecause he wasn’t just satisfied with a single round of puppymaking. Liz certainly thought that he’d be done, as her orgasm finally tapered off and let her brain slowly wade through the metaphorical musky mud. Thinking was hard, thoughts hurt… but she had enough base instinct to hope that this was the end.\n\nIt wasn’t.\n\nKenny’s grasp was like iron as he dragged Liz around like a ragdoll. It took a few minutes for his knot to stop pumping fresh seed into her, but once it did; Kenny cruelly yanked his knotted cock out of her bullied good girl zone, before roughly yanking her into a new position. Liz tried to protest, to move and wriggle - but a powerful paw slammed into the side of her head, causing her to immediately see stars. Her ears rang as she went limp, dazed and confused from the blow. Kenny didn’t care, his growls only grew louder as he flung Liz into a new position, aiming his cock once more at her exposed love tunnel… and slammed his way home.\n\nIt went on and on and on, position after position. Liz lost count, or wasn’t even sure if she was counting to begin with. Time lost its meaning fast, and all that really mattered was the incessant breeding she was going through. Her body wasn’t hers anymore - it was Kenny’s, a tool to be used, a toy to be enjoyed. Her brain was battered every which way from pleasure and pain, alongside her body too. Kenny’s paws scratched and punched and squeezed, his thrusts wild and feral. Scratches began to score her body alongside bruises from her brutal fuck-session, a few hints of blood seeping out of some of the deeper scratches.\n\nAll of her injuries were superficial, however. Like it was just part of a game, or just done for fun. The only exception to that was when Kenny’s paws closed around Liz’s throat, squeezing down hard as he slammed his hips into her, causing loud banging on the wall behind them. Slam slam slam, his thrusts could be heard throughout the entire house, but Liz wasn’t able to think about anything other than the fact she couldn’t breath. Kenny’s paws restricted the entirety of her airflow, and by that point her energy had vanished hours ago, so she couldn’t even lift up a paw to resist it.\n\nWhether it was due to Kenny growing bored, or thanks to some urge in him that identified the importance of keeping her alive, his grip broke before it was too late. Liz was left choking for air, her body trying to heave as much oxygen into her lungs as it could manage with that crushing weight of Kenny on top of her, or pinning her somewhere… her reality had snapped and shifted, unable to remain on a single focus point anymore.\n\nAnd the night kept dragging on… and on… and on. Fresh liquid puppies were continually deposited into her vulnerable bunny womb as she was left with no choice but to go limp and hope she could survive…\n\n_________________________________________________________________________\n\nContainment Communication - C26 - GO\n\nCandidate 26 has begun transformation, and has reached successful sexual maturity. 26’s adopted sister has been fortunate enough to be chosen as the first concubine, and no doubt has been repeatedly inseminated by the time this transmission is sent. I’m ordering the team to move in once the subject's adopted mother has returned, and… gotten to know him better. Please advise if CENTCOMM has differing plans - we’re counting on Semp-Lab’s formula to work here, otherwise we’ll be facing a potential containment breach in a populated space. Not that the egg-heads would pass up that opportunity… but I don’t feel like sitting at my desk doing paperwork for the next week.\n\n-Rapid Response Leader [REDACTED]\n\n_________________________________________________________________________\nClaire pulled into the driveway and let the car idle for a few seconds as she tried to relax into her seat. Ugh. What an absolute mess this day has been: First, Kenny… then a work emergency taking up all this time. She glanced at her watch just briefly, but it was enough for her to groan and close her eyes. It’d taken hours… she was meant to be home ages ago but the work just kept piling up. But thank god it was all done now, with a big bump in her pay too. That’d help out a lot, especially as Elizabeth was getting older and would need bigger financial support.\n\nClaire stretched out an arm and heard a pop in her shoulder, causing a nice relieving sensation. She could really go for a massage, honestly. A quick flash of sadness rippled across her as she remembered… him. He’d always given her massages when she asked. But she banished the thoughts from her mind, not wanting to reopen that wound for her to grieve over. Plus, she needed to apologise to the cubs.\n\nStepping out onto the driveway, locking the car with that satisfying beep, and striding up to the front door, Claire did secretly hope that the pair had kept a slice of pizza for her. She was hungry after that long shift, and although she could easily just grab some snacks from the kitchen, a fresh pizza was always nice. Even if it was cold!\n\nOpening up the door, Claire poked her head in to see if Elizabeth and Kenny were waiting - they weren’t. Stepping in and locking it behind her, she was briefly puzzled by the fact that they hadn’t greeted her, but then she heard some noises from upstairs. It was difficult to really place them, but they were loud and rhythmic - piquing her curiosity.\n\n“Liz? Kenny?” she called up the stairs, but the noises didn’t stop. The living room lights were off, so the two of them must both be up there in Liz’s room, but what on earth could they be doing? Suddenly, Claire’s nose registered a sweet scent that seemed to be filling the air in the house - a scent she was… struggling to place. She recognized it, but hadn’t smelt something like that for a very long time, though it was definitely… strong. Breathing in again, deeper this time-\n\nOh.\n\nShe began climbing the stairs before her brain even kicked in with the answer. She did know that smell, knew it from her university days from some of the predator guys who tried to hit on her. Now the sound was getting louder as she got closer and closer to the top of the stairs, before turning to see Elizabeth’s closed bedroom door… slap slap slap slap. Loud, rhythmic, and now very obviously wet. But…\n\nBut that couldn’t be right. Claire’s entire body was going cold as she reached out to open the door, letting it swing slowly open. “Kenn-EEEE?!” she suddenly squealed as he came into sight, a massive monstrosity of fur and muscle and-... cock! A gigantic bright red throbbing canine cock filled her vision as it slammed into her poor, limp daughter. Kenny’s entire body had changed, practically tripling in size and making him resemble a… that couldn't be right, but it really did look so similar. Kenny looked like… a werewolf.\n\n“W-wha…” Claire stuttered out before her entire body locked up, as Kenny’s head swivelled from staring down at Elizabeth’s unconscious body and instead locked onto Claire. His eyes. His eyes were so… feral. Animalistic. Blazing and glowing with a fire she’d never seen before, in anybody. That wasn’t her Kenny anymore. It was an animal.\n\nKenny suddenly leapt forward without seemingly any indication, crossing the room in less than a second as his newly massive paw grabbed around Claire’s neck and yanked her into the room. She couldn’t do a single thing about it, even her prey reflexes weren’t fast enough to register what had happened, or what was happening, as she was slammed into the bed and had an unknown limb of Kenny’s punch into her stomach. Claire gasped as the air was knocked out of her, keeping her compliant as she struggled to regain oxygen in her lungs whilst Kenny’s claws dug in deep to her neck. Too deep - a warm rush of red blood started trickling onto his fingers, but thankfully it stopped after a few seconds.\n\nClaire couldn’t speak, couldn’t scream no matter how desperately she wanted to. Trying to draw in a breath was nigh impossible, leaving her gasping as Kenny manhandled her like a piece of meat, lifting her up into the air and dangling her over his crotch. Claire’s eyes went wide as she suddenly saw that oversized werewolf meatslab poised over her crotch, confused for a moment what was going on, before Kenny reached down and grasped her pants and ripped through them with a combined yank and claw-tear.\n\nNow Claire managed to scream, but only for a moment as Kenny slammed her downwards onto his immensely powerful bunny-breaking wolfcock. Claire’s scream shattered into a million fragments of surprised shock, terrified screaming, and forced moaning. She wasn’t able to think before Kenny began humping away, drool dripping onto Claire’s ample bust as he did so. She was forced into a grunting mess as her body was utilized like a personal sex-toy, reducing her to a fleshlight for what was once her son, but now had turned into a massive breeding machine. His oversized fluffy nutsack continually slapped against her ass as he pounded her full-nelson style, causing poor Claire’s neurons to shiver and quiver inside her head, as they desperately attempted to figure out… anything.\n\nBut when you’ve got a bitch breaking werewolf cock bullying the ever loving fuck out of a fertile, tight, breedable fuckhole… thinking is the least of concerns. Right now Claire’s only got to worry about the imminent breeding she’s going to be enduring, as all those hours of practice with Liz only caused Kenny’s cum factories to step up production… both in quantity, and efficiency.\n\nIt only took a few minutes before that impressive knot was starting to force its way in, and Claire instinctively started trying to protest, as she felt her cunt stretching to accomodate that big canine breeder ball… before she let out a gasp, seeing stars as it suddenly popped in and started inflating fast. Bursts of powerful sperm started jettisoning from Kenny’s cock and rapidly filling up, then swelling and bloating Claire’s innocent, motherly womb. Tirades of marching wolfspunk began descending into her ovaries and hunting down every last egg they could find. She could feel it too, feel her womb and ovaries twitching as her eggs were devoured by over-virile and knock-up happy sperm…\n\nHer legs had gone limp, body drained of energy as Kenny continued to tap into whatever magical source that kept him going and going and going… as he suddenly yanked her up and off his knot, painfully so as it was forcibly extracted, and bodyslammed Claire onto the bed, which had been thoroughly soaked through with cum… and the entire bedframe broken from Liz’s ordeal.\n\nJust as Claire looked up into the big grinning maw of Kenny, those large fangs growing closer to her face, she heard the bedroom door slam open again. Before she was even able to turn her head, she heard numerous loud pops from the open doorway, and saw multiple darts hit Kenny’s side. His head swung to face whatever intrusion had been made to his private breeding space, but his body suddenly gave out and collapsed on top of Claire. She panicked for a brief moment, before she felt something slam into her thigh…\n\nAnd only a few seconds later, she was in that wonderfully peaceful darkness.\n\n_________________________________________________________________________\n\nFinal Action Report:\n\nCandidate 26 successfully repatriated.\nCAN-26 Breeding Stock 1 and 2 successfully acquired.\n\nWitnesses: None\nInjuries: None\nFatalities: None\nCovert Status: Intact\n\nMission Status: Success\n\nNotes: Semp-Lab formula subdued CAN-26 without issue. Recommended for further field usage.\n\nSigned: [REDACTED]\n\n_________________________________________________________________________\n\nClaire and Liz didn’t know what had happened, where they were, or why. All they knew was that for the past few days, they’d been taken… somewhere, for the express purpose of being sexually enslaved by a werewolf. By Kenny. He had… been turned into some sort of monster, almost every waking second he spent breeding his two puppy concubines. Claire and Liz struggled to remain cognizant throughout the few days of captivity they suffered, not through drugging or medical intervention (though what rations they were capable of eating that wasn’t thick werewolf spunk could easily have been laced…), but due to the sheer mind-melting pleasure the duo faced at every second. They didn’t even know if they got a reprieve when Kenny slept, because as far as the two of them were concerned… Kenny didn’t sleep. At all.\n\nBut now, they were finally removed from his immediate presence. Their bellies had grown swollen with powerful litters of puppies, their kicks and playfights inducing micro-orgasms to both girls. The gestation period had been even more incredible than Kenny’s growth - something that the lab-coats who surrounded them seemed particularly interested in. The girls were poked and prodded a little bit, before labour took over the priority. What was usually a painful and agonizing experience for women, was instead replaced by an IQ-reducing pleasure-fest of orgasmic delight. Both girls couldn’t stop their bodies and brains being flooded with so much orgasmic cocktail chemical-juice, so much so that the lab coats had to restrain their legs just to make sure they didn’t accidentally hurt one of the new prime specimens.\n\nClaire and Liz were only permitted a few minutes with their new puppies, enough for each puppy to have a decent drink from their swollen, milk-filled breasts before they were taken away… never to be seen again.\n\nBut they did see Kenny again, minutes after they’d been removed from the labour room. And he was more than willing to get some help replenishing his energy in the form of fresh-from-the-tap milk…\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "_________________________________________________________________________

Internal memo: [PROJECT HOMEGROWN]

Following the successful conversion of [REDACTED] school for werewolf reproduction testing, local DSU processing centers have made fantastic strides in genetic modification of male werewolf offspring. Multiple generations that utilize ARCHER gene-therapy have resulted in satisfactory improvements in all key areas - with the additional consequences of “domesticating” werewolf specimens. Team lead [REDACTED] has assured the project backers that domesticated werewolf specimens are fully controllable under DSU leadership and conditioning.

PROJECT HOMEGROWN has now been activated in the [REDACTED] area, using 5th generation domesticated werewolf specimens. These specimens are on-par intellectually with baseline anthro-cubs, capable of learning and adapting alongside their “fellow cubs”. Natural, wild behaviour is inhibited enough that werewolf cubs are capable of growing into the pre-teen stage before natural urges begin to express themselves.

47 specimens shall be allocated to local orphanages, and pre-selected for all potential adoptive parents. Applications will be expedited and prerequisites for adoption removed if potential adoptive parents contain at least one female family member, with preference given to adoptive families with the most female members.

PROJECT HOMEGROWN laboratories that synthesize chemical compound Y1F-EE6 will be receiving additional manpower and funding in the coming budget, in order to provide enough medication for all adoptive HOMEGROWN candidates.

Addendum CAN-26: Candidate 26, named “Kenny” by his adoptive mother (Claire, Rabbit, 30) has begun showing signs of natural sexual expression, higher than predicted levels. Recovered sperm sample shows elevated sperm density, strength and amount. “Kenny” has begun showing significant dominance over male students at his school, getting into numerous fights where his superior strength keeps him as the “top dog”. “Kenny” has also been linked to two unsolved rapes in the local area, with DSU agents embedded in the local police department managing the case files. “Candy” doses will be subsequently increased - this candidate shows exceptional promise. Monitor for further behavioural changes.

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Claire sighed as she pulled her car into the school's parking lot, grabbing a space near the front door as she attempted to peer through the reception windows. She couldn’t see her son through them, which was probably for the better. She didn’t want him to notice her looking so disappointed.

She was a good mom - she knew that. Always putting on a happy, loving smile to Kenny any and every time they looked at each other. She really doted on him, caring for him just as much as she would her own flesh and blood - maybe even more. Her love for him was just as strong as it was for her biological daughter, Lucy. Maybe that was why she felt so upset right now - if she just considered Kenny as “someone else's kid”, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… but this was her son, so she had to take responsibility.

Claire had received a call from the school just as her work shift was ending, and the stern voice of the school principal had informed her that her sweet, innocent boy had apparently ripped off one of his female classmates' panties after he’d pulled her into the bathroom. She’d run off in time, but naturally an act like that was hardly something the school would tolerate. Claire shook her head as she stepped out of the car, locking it behind her and slowly meandered up to the front door. She just couldn’t get her head around it.

What had caused him to do that? Did he have some sort of issue with the girl? Kenny was only 12, just bordering on it too, meaning he was right around the age when puberty was gonna make a mess of his emotions… but could it really just be down to that? Maybe if his paws had wandered a little, she’d understand a little more - but to be so… violent? Ripping that poor girl's panties to shreds after forcing her into a private spot?

Claire paused for a moment as she reached out for the door, gently pulling it open. There was one explanation she knew was the likely culprit, but it was one she wasn’t entirely comfortable with admitting. Kenny was some sort of wolf hybrid, whilst her and her daughter were rabbits. In short, they were prey animals, whilst Kenny was a predator. The thought had occurred to her once or twice over the past few years about whether that would be an issue, and so far… it hadn’t.

But if his puberty was making him a little more feral than he was used to, how could she help him grow through this stage effectively? She didn’t have much, or any if she was ultimately honest with herself, experience with predator species. She’d previously had a few as friends, but they drifted away from her… a few of her co-workers were predators, but she couldn’t really go up to them in the office and just ask how to help a young predator boy navigate his new feelings and emotions.

It was hard, because her own network sphere really wasn’t populated with any predators she could fall on for some help. Maybe that was her own fault - she’d always had a slight nervousness about them… but then, that was why she’d taken Kenny in too. To show herself, and her daughter, that there was nothing to be afraid of. And she’d done a good job, hadn’t she? He was happy, looked after, safe… and her daughter didn’t appear to be picking up the same fright for predators that her mother harbored. Hell, she’d invited a predator boy over a few times… and from the looks the two shared, Claire was pretty certain they were a “thing”. She didn’t hold ill-will towards Lucy for that, so why… why was it slightly different for Kenny?

Maybe it was because he looked so similar to a werewolf?

She quickly shook that thought out of her head, like she’d done so many times prior. She really had to stop thinking that. Sure, all the news reports and documentaries and internet talk had given her more than enough information about werewolves than she could ever hope to forget about in a hundred lifetimes… but she shouldn’t project that onto Kenny. And besides, there wasn’t any werewolf activity for miles around - so how on earth would a werewolf pup end up in an orphanage?

It was a stupid thought, so she opened the front door and poked her head in, spying the receptionist and making her way to the desk. The receptionist was tapping on a computer, but looked up at Claire as she walked in - he was a handsome red fox, with very well preened fur and sporting some smart glasses. She’d seen him before but hadn’t yet committed his name to memory… but he didn’t seem to have that problem.

“Oh, hello Claire - Kenny is in the principals office. Do you need me to take you?” he asked, tilting his head as his pawtips hovered over the keys. “Not if you’re busy, I know the way.” she answered back, giving a little glance at the computer monitor; though it was covered by that privacy-screen stuff.

The receptionist gave her a smile and a thumbs up, returning to tapping away as Claire moved on through the halls. Some students were still milling around, either walking to after-school clubs or moving to secondary exits that aimed towards their homes. The majority of the student base was off to the side of the school building, at the designated pick-up point. That was a slight relief, as Claire didn’t want to have too many eyes on her.

Arriving at the principals office, she gave a short, soft knock - before a voice called her in. She took a breath and entered, immediately spying Kenny sat on a swivel-chair opposite from the principal, who was also seated. They both looked up as she entered, and Kenny’s ears noticeably perked up. Even when he was in trouble, he was still excited to see his mom. Claire's heart melted a little at that, and whatever disappointment she had felt melted alongside it. Now, she just wanted to get him out of here.

One thing was odd though - in his paws was one of those orange candies that the adoption welfare worker brought with her. She’d given them to Claire a few months ago, stating that they should help assist Kenny’s development after Claire had confided her worry about being able to properly raise a predator species. Well, perhaps confided was a little too generous; she had been quizzed, and ended up sharing her worries at the time. Claire had thought they were a unique candy, but here the principal had apparently handed Kenny the same brand. Strange.

After a quick discussion with the principal, whose eyes always unnerved Claire, she took Kenny back home. Her fur had prickled whilst in that room, but not because of Kenny or his actions today; she’d always felt that way every time she interacted with the principal. Something about his stare just set off some deep-rooted alarm bells in her mind. It was like he was mentally undressing her, either for sexual or… lethal reasons. It didn’t help that his fangs unfortunately protruded from his muzzle, a condition he couldn’t help of course.

Still, she was glad to take Kenny’s paw and lead him back to the car, away from that stare. She didn’t need to help him in, he was a big boy now - very large for his age, actually. She wasn’t too sure how normal that was, but she’d never grown up around predator species so couldn’t really draw from any personal experience. He seemed healthy though, just large. Casting those thoughts aside, she hopped into the front seat and pulled out of the school parking lot, hitting the road without much traffic thankfully!

They’d only been driving a few minutes in an uncomfortable silence, Claire worrying about what to say before Kenny’s voice piped up from the back in a low voice: “I’m sorry mom… I know you’re mad at me, and I’m s-sorry…” he seemed to cut himself off, worried about how she’d react. Of course he’d worry - but Claire wasn’t like that. Not like other moms. She’d seen how they treated their cubs, yelling and screaming and slapping them around the ears. Even with something as serious as this, she wasn’t going to stoop to that level.

“I know Kenny, I know you’re sorry. I’m not gonna shout at you or anything. But I am disappointed, okay? I didn’t raise you that way. Why’d you do that to that poor girl? Who even was it?” the words fell out of her mouth before her brain had a chance to check them, and she winced at her slightly too-hurt tone. But it was too late now. Kenny cleared his throat and mumbled something, realized that he wasn’t audible, and spoke up again: “Uhm, it was Connie, mom. The cheetah girl in my class.”

Claire was aware of who he was talking about, she’d seen her around before. Striking a weird cross between a goth-girl and a nerdy-girl, she’d always gotten the feeling that Connie was a sweet and gentle girl. She’d certainly seen her shoved around a bit at the very least. And, in her own opinion, she was definitely a very attractive young girl who was growing faster than some of the others. It made sense why his budding puberty would make him act out on her.

“I see. Thank you Kenny, we don’t have to talk about it fully just yet… but we’re gonna have to talk through your actions today, okay? You’re growing into a big man now, and there’s some things you need to learn…” she trailed off, clearing her throat, mind ablaze at trying to navigate this situation. She couldn’t blame Kenny for not knowing how to deal with whatever new emotions and feelings he was going through. But she’d hoped that he’d still have enough self-control not to act out on a girl like that. But then again, he was a predator species - maybe that was just something that happened? She wished now that she’d tried to make friends with some of the predator moms, as now would be a great time to ask for some advice.

Kenny made a little noise of affirmation, preferring to keep quiet and look out of the window as he dealt with all the strange sensations… and then suddenly, a loud gurgle filled the car. Very loud, in fact - like a stomach-noise, but more… feral. Claire's large bunny-ears twitched, her audio range a lot higher than most others, and she couldn’t stop a little smirk from erupting as she focused on the road, taking a turn.

“Woah, someone's hungry, huh? Did that candy the principal gave you not fill you up? I’ll get you a snack when we get back, but you can’t have too much else you won’t feel hungry for dinner later!” she told him, giving a quick glance in the rear-view at him before her attention fixed back on the road. Kenny nodded with a small “Uhm, yeah!” as she pointed that out, but he wasn’t sure whether to tell her the truth…

That loud gurgling hadn’t come from his stomach. It had come from his fat, fluffy balls - which were already larger than one would expect for his age, but over the past hour or two when he’d been sitting in the principal's office eating his candy, they’d grown. Significantly, in fact, almost double the size than they’d been this morning. And from the tension and pressure he could feel in there, it didn’t seem like they’d stop…

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PROJECT HOMEGROWN: Intermediary Report

Report written by [REDACTED], transmitted at [REDACTED].

Subject CAN-26, referred to as “Kenny”, has reached Event Horizon. During today’s lunch hour, Kenny forcibly restrained and transported a female classmate into a private location (bathroom) and proceeded to rape her. Orgasm was achieved, and the victim impregnated. Cover story was disseminated to victims family, alongside Kenny’s mother, and natural school rumour took hold of the story to back up its authenticity. The female victim has been coerced into maintaining the story for now - recommended action is to retrieve her and place her in a breeding farm as soon as resources are available.

Kenny was administered multiple activator dosages, and effects were noted to have already taken hold before Kenny was repatriated by his mother. Potential growth rate likely to exceed model predictions.

I highly advise that a recovery team be stationed outside the subject's home as soon as possible, as it’s likely to get messy with regards to containment if the subject breaches the exclusion area. Project HOMEGROWN exceeded expectations, and should be considered a significant success even at this early stage. I will maintain cover role until instructed otherwise

-Agent [REDACTED]

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Claire gently swung the car into the driveway and turned off the engine, eyeing up the house as she did so. Elizabeth’s room light was on - as the days were turning colder, darkness kept creeping further and further into what used to be the “day”. At least she was home and not out with a friend, or… a “friend”. She felt a little flutter in her heart as she thought of that, but banished it away - she wasn’t going to repeat the same kinda stuff that her mother had done. Elizabeth was a good girl, a smart girl, so she knew that she’d be alright. Anyway, it was time to-

“Alright young man, let's get some food in you. I can still hear your stomach now!” she quipped, as another loud gurgle erupted from the backseat. Claire didn’t look back as she got out of the car, but did turn her head just for a moment to re-arm the cars security. If she’d taken a moment to look at Kenny, she’d have realized that something was very, very wrong with him - specifically in his crotch, which was now protruding a very large package. Kenny’s eyes had locked onto his mothers ass as the pair walked into the house, a little string of drool slipping from his muzzle. Big bouncing wobbling breedable ass… all sorts of feelings were starting to flood through him now, and a strange energy was beginning to take hold of his limbs…

“ELIZABETH!” Claire shouted up the stairs, hearing her daughter turn off her music and the squeak of her bed as she got up to  her feet. “COMING!” came the reply, but before Claire could call out to her daughter again, her phone suddenly bleeped - a specific ringtone she’d set for important work-related matters. If it was coming now, after her shift had concluded and she’d gotten home… it had to be bad. Her fur felt cold as she fished out her phone and unlocked it, taking a quick scroll through the message - and all she needed to see were a few keywords: “URGENT, INJURY, DESPERATE” and, most importantly of all: “QUADRUPLE PAY.”

Just as she finished reading that last word, Elizabeth appeared at the top of the stairs and started descending. Claire had to make a quick decision, and as much as it pained her to do so… this seemed important. “Elizabeth! Can you please look after Kenny for a little while? I just got an extremely important work call and I need to go back in. I’m so sorry to dump this on you but I need to go NOW. Order a pizza for you two, okay? I’m sorry!” she rattled off quickly before turning to Kenny and planting a quick, hurried smooch on the top of his head - not even looking at the rest of him as she started rushing out of the door, pausing only to call out a: “I’m sorry Kenny, I love you and I’ll be back soon!” before she was gone, into the car, and out of the driveway.

Leaving just Kenny and Elizabeth together.

Elizabeth, who really preferred to go by “Liz” unless it was extremely important or a formal event, had just gotten to the bottom of the stairs. She was decked out in her usual attire for the past two or so years - a near fully black, goth vibe. A large pair of black, buckled boots, a duo of black and white striped thigh-highs that clung to her legs and thighs quite tightly, a cute little skirt that was really too small to be considered appropriate, and a cute crop top that clung to her breasts and left nothing to the imagination in terms of her size. Overall, it was an attire that really pushed the boundaries of “appropriate”, and was definitely in violation of her school dress code - but, she was happy with it. Claire hadn’t wanted to stifle her daughter like her mother had done to her, so tentatively approved her risky dress sense - and Liz’s school didn’t really bother enforcing the dress code if students at least wore some sort of clothing, and did their best to keep riskier styles away from the eyes of the occasional inspector.

At 16, Liz was old enough to look after herself, and definitely her little brother. Even if, at his younger age, he was taller and stronger than her. Kenny had always respected her as the older sister, even with his more powerful frame - but Liz had never tried to push her luck, knowing that her position “above” him was cordial. She didn’t mind having a younger brother, even if he was a predator species. She had plenty of predator friends, and was even dating one at the moment. Liz didn’t have the same sort of innate fright that their mother did, meaning she was able to be around Kenny just fine - and the two of them certainly had a close bond, even with the natural adoptive vs biological sibling divide.

The one thing that had been pissing Liz off a little lately was Kenny’s smell. Not a disgusting sweaty smell from going unwashed - but a thicker, more pungent scent that wafted from his nether regions, causing her body to react in an unpleasant way for a sibling relationship. It was why she’d been a little distant from him lately, because anytime she was close to him for an extended period, she always ended up leaving with her panties being a whole lot more sticky - something she really didn’t appreciate. Every time she thought of bringing it up to their mother she shot the idea down, convinced that their mother would already be doing something because surely she smelt the same thing…

That powerful odour that caused her womb to twitch a little was reaching her even as she descended the stairs, reaching a lot further than she was used to. Though, perhaps that was simply because of the… incident that had occurred today. Liz didn’t know the whole detail yet, but her mother had informed her that Kenny had an altercation with a girl today. When pressed if that meant he’d gotten into a fight, Claire had clarified that he hadn’t. That left only one conclusion for Liz to draw from.

“Jeez Kenny, you gotta go take a shower! DId that girl really set you off-” she began to call out, before stopping dead in her tracks on the stairs. Her bunny whiskers twitched and her ears trembled as she stared at Kenny, now fully visible in the hallway. He was much different than usual; much more… scary. He was drooling for one, a thick sparkling strand dribbling off of his muzzle and onto the floor. Liz’s eyes followed that droplet down, and she gasped as she caught sight of his crotch - just before a loud ripping sound filled the hall.

His shorts fell away as his trembling, pulsating, throbbing canine cock finally sprung free from its cruel fabric prison, alongside some incredibly oversized fuzzy nutsacks that wobbled about as they settled into the fresh air - alongside a thick fresh cloud of powerful male canine musk. Kenny’s entire body trembled as his paws clenched into fists and relaxed, his heartbeat measurable with every throb of that incredibly powerful cock. A low growl was emanating from his muzzle, and his eyes shone with a powerful hunger…

Liz was stunned. She didn’t dare to move, nor even breathe, as she stared at him. What… what had happened?! As she stared, she was sure his cock just trembled and grew - literally grew, right in front of her eyes. A thick globule of precum spurted from his tip and splattered onto the bottom step of the stairs, ejected almost a full four feet away from his cocktip. That broke the spell on her, and Liz took in a deep breath that tasted oddly euphoric - her legs trembled, and her brain started to feel a little foggy. But most of all, she was scared; scared of the little brother she knew. Scared at what had happened to him… and what he might do.

She suddenly realized just how alluring she was dressed, and her eyes jumped up from staring at Kenny’s cock to his eyes… eyes that had now locked on hers. “K-Kenny…?” she asked, voice trembling and sounding much too high-pitched for a gothy-like girl that she was. Too girly, in fact. Kenny stopped growling for just a moment, but that change was enough to cause Liz’s heart to flutter…

Before he launched himself up the stairs.

To her credit, Liz managed to spin around and rapidly climb the stairs herself. Bunnies were good at running, and generally had a good reaction speed - but that was nothing compared to Kenny’s superior predator genes… both natural, and artificial. Just as Liz reached the top step, a powerful blow on her shoulder caused her to go flying down the upstairs hall, crashing onto her belly and sliding across the floor.

It hurt, and Liz cried out, but she still tried to scramble to her feet. Her arm throbbed from a bruise she’d received upon landing, but that didn’t matter - what was important was just getting away, from those powerful pawsteps that pursued her, from the thick heavy wafting musk-clouds, from the powerful breathing that grew closer and closer-

She suddenly found herself moving along the floor, but not of her own accord - a hard grip had taken hold of her ankle and she was being dragged along! Liz felt sharp claws pressed against her skin, and she did her best to kick out - but that only caused the grip to tighten, causing her to yelp out in pain. Her hands tried to scrabble against the floor and find purchase, but it was too smooth. She soon found herself yanked into her bedroom, where Kenny… if he could still be considered Kenny, suddenly lifted her up from the floor and dangled her in the air by her leg.

Liz froze up as she hung there, mind racing, taken aback by how strong Kenny suddenly became. What the absolute fuck had happened? Why was he doing this? She couldn’t wrap her head around it, but she was too full of panic to think straight anyway - she had to get out of his grasp, get away from him, anything! She suddenly tried wriggling once more, but his grip was iron - and with a sudden wind-up flourish, Kenny chucked her onto her bed with such force that she bounced off of the mattress and crashed to the floor on the other side of the bed.

Liz’s head clanged against the wall and she cried out again, a paw instinctively rubbing against the impact zone as she tried getting to her feet again, before ducking back down as Kenny’s large frame pounced over the bed to grab at her once more. He managed to get an arm around her waist, and Liz found herself being yanked up into the air as claws sunk into her belly. She kicked out, but her strike missed, and then Kenny’s other arm was on her.

In less than a second, her view suddenly switched as she was spun upside down and slammed onto the mattress; thank goodness it was soft, otherwise that would have really, really hurt. All this time Kenny hadn’t uttered a single real word - instead, all he was making was some utterly terrifying animalistic noises. Grunts, snarls, and his constant huffing breath. But worst of all was an audible throbbing, mixing with the splash of a thick, sticky liquid splattering against the floor as he chased her. Liz had tried to block it from her mind, but now that she was pinned against the bed… she couldn’t get her eyes away from it, unless she closed them.

Kenny’s cock was absolutely massive, swelling up into a size Liz had never seen before - not on a normal person at least. She’s seen enough porn with enough well-endowed men… sure, predator species always had a large package to play with, and she was guilty of enjoying canine pornography for this reason… plus, the knot. She’d always wanted to play with a knot.

Well, there was one now - five times as large, at a very basic guess, as the largest she’d seen online. The only time she’d ever heard mention of cocks this large were on…

But that couldn’t be true. Kenny wasn’t a-... he couldn’t be. She’d grown up with him for years, and he’d never shown any sort of tendencies or behaviour characteristic of…

A werewolf.

But now he had suddenly switched, turning from a loving, gentle brother into… a horrible animal, seemingly hell bent on procreating with her if that dripping, throbbing cock was any indication. A cock that seemed to be pumping out incredibly thick, powerful wafts of musk that infested Liz’s mind, causing it to cloud up as her body unfortunately responded. She felt her thighs clench as her pussy twitched, sweet smelling nectar dribbling from her entrance into her panties…

Which suddenly were no longer there. Kenny’s muzzle dropped down and grasped the waistband of her panties in his fangs and he yanked with a force that almost lifted Liz from the bed, if the fabric didn’t break in time. It was a quick, swift yank that filled the air with the sound of ripping fabric - alongside a very satisfied growl. Liz couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything to get away, even as Kenny’s cock started moving closer, the tip lining up with her entrance, constantly drooling over-fertile egg-raiding precum onto the bed…

She couldn’t do anything except: “K-Kenny! Pp-p-please d-DON’T!!” She cried out in fear, followed by a shriek as Kenny’s cock rapidly shoved forward and invaded her virgin love-tunnel. Pain exploded from her crotch as that immense cock was shoved deep inside of her, all the way up to his knot in the very first thrust. Kenny, or whatever he was now, let out a howl of delight as his aching shaft finally sunk into its proper home. His massively oversized testicles gurgled in appreciation as their puppy-production hit overdrive, ropes of precum spurting out of his cocktip and plastering the insides of Liz’s poor defenceless womb.

Liz herself couldn’t even form a single thought - all she was able to do was gasp as that impossibly oversized werewolf cock slammed into her, smooching her womb with a single thrust. That cute little bunny brain of hers had crashed, needing to reboot… but Kenny didn’t care to wait, his hips rapidly starting to pump back and forth as his cock stretched out the poor bunny. Liz could only squeal as he humped her like a complete feral animal… which to be fair, he was.

Kenny’s paws grasped the bed beneath them as he positioned his body to properly piston into Liz, utilizing all of his body weight combined with gravity to deliver crushing thrusts at an incredibly fast pace. It was a much too strong and hasteful pace to use on a defenceless virgin girl, but whatever part of Kenny’s mind was still cognizant didn’t care; all that mattered was to fuck. To breed. To release the incredible tension and painful swelling in his fat balls, which continually pulsed and throbbed with every passing moment. It seemed to be getting worse too! The more he fucked, the harder he had to thrust - his balls slamming against Liz’s limp body, filling the air with loud slapping over and over and over…

And soon his growling would grow louder, filling the room with that reverberating sound as his paws grabbed at her body, pushing her down harder into the bed, squeezing her so tightly that his claws dug in. More and more and more he thrust, his hips no doubt leaving her bruised by the morning, before-

POP!

A loud howl of delight erupted from Kenny’s drooling, feral maw as his knot suddenly slipped into Liz’s tight love-tunnel, rapidly swelling and causing her to scream from both the unfamiliar, surprised sensation - but also the intense pleasure mixing with pain that it brought. Her mind mimicked fireworks as all sorts of explosive, intense feelings flooded every synapse in her head, alongside all the nerves in her body. She was on fire, yet shivering and twitching from an incredible orgasm brought about by that knotting, alongside the pain from Kenny’s tight, claw-laden grip.

Cum began firing into Liz’s poor, defenceless womb as rope after rope of the thick, warm, sticky substance began plastering her internal walls. It kept going and going and going, Kenny’s cock pulsating and throbbing with every fresh load of warm werewolf semen that flooded that young girl's vulnerable puppy oven. His breath was ragged as those oversized nutsacks twitched and pulsed in tune with the puppy payload they fired, quintillions of uber-virile wolfsperm rapidly gangbanging poor Liz’s underdeveloped bunny-eggs, drowning them in a veritable ocean of wriggling love. Or “love”, considering Kenny was hardly in love with her… and more in love with breeding her, inseminating her, sowing her eggs to make her mother litter after litter of puppies.

Because he wasn’t just satisfied with a single round of puppymaking. Liz certainly thought that he’d be done, as her orgasm finally tapered off and let her brain slowly wade through the metaphorical musky mud. Thinking was hard, thoughts hurt… but she had enough base instinct to hope that this was the end.

It wasn’t.

Kenny’s grasp was like iron as he dragged Liz around like a ragdoll. It took a few minutes for his knot to stop pumping fresh seed into her, but once it did; Kenny cruelly yanked his knotted cock out of her bullied good girl zone, before roughly yanking her into a new position. Liz tried to protest, to move and wriggle - but a powerful paw slammed into the side of her head, causing her to immediately see stars. Her ears rang as she went limp, dazed and confused from the blow. Kenny didn’t care, his growls only grew louder as he flung Liz into a new position, aiming his cock once more at her exposed love tunnel… and slammed his way home.

It went on and on and on, position after position. Liz lost count, or wasn’t even sure if she was counting to begin with. Time lost its meaning fast, and all that really mattered was the incessant breeding she was going through. Her body wasn’t hers anymore - it was Kenny’s, a tool to be used, a toy to be enjoyed. Her brain was battered every which way from pleasure and pain, alongside her body too. Kenny’s paws scratched and punched and squeezed, his thrusts wild and feral. Scratches began to score her body alongside bruises from her brutal fuck-session, a few hints of blood seeping out of some of the deeper scratches.

All of her injuries were superficial, however. Like it was just part of a game, or just done for fun. The only exception to that was when Kenny’s paws closed around Liz’s throat, squeezing down hard as he slammed his hips into her, causing loud banging on the wall behind them. Slam slam slam, his thrusts could be heard throughout the entire house, but Liz wasn’t able to think about anything other than the fact she couldn’t breath. Kenny’s paws restricted the entirety of her airflow, and by that point her energy had vanished hours ago, so she couldn’t even lift up a paw to resist it.

Whether it was due to Kenny growing bored, or thanks to some urge in him that identified the importance of keeping her alive, his grip broke before it was too late. Liz was left choking for air, her body trying to heave as much oxygen into her lungs as it could manage with that crushing weight of Kenny on top of her, or pinning her somewhere… her reality had snapped and shifted, unable to remain on a single focus point anymore.

And the night kept dragging on… and on… and on. Fresh liquid puppies were continually deposited into her vulnerable bunny womb as she was left with no choice but to go limp and hope she could survive…

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Containment Communication - C26 - GO

Candidate 26 has begun transformation, and has reached successful sexual maturity. 26’s adopted sister has been fortunate enough to be chosen as the first concubine, and no doubt has been repeatedly inseminated by the time this transmission is sent. I’m ordering the team to move in once the subject's adopted mother has returned, and… gotten to know him better. Please advise if CENTCOMM has differing plans - we’re counting on Semp-Lab’s formula to work here, otherwise we’ll be facing a potential containment breach in a populated space. Not that the egg-heads would pass up that opportunity… but I don’t feel like sitting at my desk doing paperwork for the next week.

-Rapid Response Leader [REDACTED]

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Claire pulled into the driveway and let the car idle for a few seconds as she tried to relax into her seat. Ugh. What an absolute mess this day has been: First, Kenny… then a work emergency taking up all this time. She glanced at her watch just briefly, but it was enough for her to groan and close her eyes. It’d taken hours… she was meant to be home ages ago but the work just kept piling up. But thank god it was all done now, with a big bump in her pay too. That’d help out a lot, especially as Elizabeth was getting older and would need bigger financial support.

Claire stretched out an arm and heard a pop in her shoulder, causing a nice relieving sensation. She could really go for a massage, honestly. A quick flash of sadness rippled across her as she remembered… him. He’d always given her massages when she asked. But she banished the thoughts from her mind, not wanting to reopen that wound for her to grieve over. Plus, she needed to apologise to the cubs.

Stepping out onto the driveway, locking the car with that satisfying beep, and striding up to the front door, Claire did secretly hope that the pair had kept a slice of pizza for her. She was hungry after that long shift, and although she could easily just grab some snacks from the kitchen, a fresh pizza was always nice. Even if it was cold!

Opening up the door, Claire poked her head in to see if Elizabeth and Kenny were waiting - they weren’t. Stepping in and locking it behind her, she was briefly puzzled by the fact that they hadn’t greeted her, but then she heard some noises from upstairs. It was difficult to really place them, but they were loud and rhythmic - piquing her curiosity.

“Liz? Kenny?” she called up the stairs, but the noises didn’t stop. The living room lights were off, so the two of them must both be up there in Liz’s room, but what on earth could they be doing? Suddenly, Claire’s nose registered a sweet scent that seemed to be filling the air in the house - a scent she was… struggling to place. She recognized it, but hadn’t smelt something like that for a very long time, though it was definitely… strong. Breathing in again, deeper this time-

Oh.

She began climbing the stairs before her brain even kicked in with the answer. She did know that smell, knew it from her university days from some of the predator guys who tried to hit on her. Now the sound was getting louder as she got closer and closer to the top of the stairs, before turning to see Elizabeth’s closed bedroom door… slap slap slap slap. Loud, rhythmic, and now very obviously wet. But…

But that couldn’t be right. Claire’s entire body was going cold as she reached out to open the door, letting it swing slowly open. “Kenn-EEEE?!” she suddenly squealed as he came into sight, a massive monstrosity of fur and muscle and-... cock! A gigantic bright red throbbing canine cock filled her vision as it slammed into her poor, limp daughter. Kenny’s entire body had changed, practically tripling in size and making him resemble a… that couldn't be right, but it really did look so similar. Kenny looked like… a werewolf.

“W-wha…” Claire stuttered out before her entire body locked up, as Kenny’s head swivelled from staring down at Elizabeth’s unconscious body and instead locked onto Claire. His eyes. His eyes were so… feral. Animalistic. Blazing and glowing with a fire she’d never seen before, in anybody. That wasn’t her Kenny anymore. It was an animal.

Kenny suddenly leapt forward without seemingly any indication, crossing the room in less than a second as his newly massive paw grabbed around Claire’s neck and yanked her into the room. She couldn’t do a single thing about it, even her prey reflexes weren’t fast enough to register what had happened, or what was happening, as she was slammed into the bed and had an unknown limb of Kenny’s punch into her stomach. Claire gasped as the air was knocked out of her, keeping her compliant as she struggled to regain oxygen in her lungs whilst Kenny’s claws dug in deep to her neck. Too deep - a warm rush of red blood started trickling onto his fingers, but thankfully it stopped after a few seconds.

Claire couldn’t speak, couldn’t scream no matter how desperately she wanted to. Trying to draw in a breath was nigh impossible, leaving her gasping as Kenny manhandled her like a piece of meat, lifting her up into the air and dangling her over his crotch. Claire’s eyes went wide as she suddenly saw that oversized werewolf meatslab poised over her crotch, confused for a moment what was going on, before Kenny reached down and grasped her pants and ripped through them with a combined yank and claw-tear.

Now Claire managed to scream, but only for a moment as Kenny slammed her downwards onto his immensely powerful bunny-breaking wolfcock. Claire’s scream shattered into a million fragments of surprised shock, terrified screaming, and forced moaning. She wasn’t able to think before Kenny began humping away, drool dripping onto Claire’s ample bust as he did so. She was forced into a grunting mess as her body was utilized like a personal sex-toy, reducing her to a fleshlight for what was once her son, but now had turned into a massive breeding machine. His oversized fluffy nutsack continually slapped against her ass as he pounded her full-nelson style, causing poor Claire’s neurons to shiver and quiver inside her head, as they desperately attempted to figure out… anything.

But when you’ve got a bitch breaking werewolf cock bullying the ever loving fuck out of a fertile, tight, breedable fuckhole… thinking is the least of concerns. Right now Claire’s only got to worry about the imminent breeding she’s going to be enduring, as all those hours of practice with Liz only caused Kenny’s cum factories to step up production… both in quantity, and efficiency.

It only took a few minutes before that impressive knot was starting to force its way in, and Claire instinctively started trying to protest, as she felt her cunt stretching to accomodate that big canine breeder ball… before she let out a gasp, seeing stars as it suddenly popped in and started inflating fast. Bursts of powerful sperm started jettisoning from Kenny’s cock and rapidly filling up, then swelling and bloating Claire’s innocent, motherly womb. Tirades of marching wolfspunk began descending into her ovaries and hunting down every last egg they could find. She could feel it too, feel her womb and ovaries twitching as her eggs were devoured by over-virile and knock-up happy sperm…

Her legs had gone limp, body drained of energy as Kenny continued to tap into whatever magical source that kept him going and going and going… as he suddenly yanked her up and off his knot, painfully so as it was forcibly extracted, and bodyslammed Claire onto the bed, which had been thoroughly soaked through with cum… and the entire bedframe broken from Liz’s ordeal.

Just as Claire looked up into the big grinning maw of Kenny, those large fangs growing closer to her face, she heard the bedroom door slam open again. Before she was even able to turn her head, she heard numerous loud pops from the open doorway, and saw multiple darts hit Kenny’s side. His head swung to face whatever intrusion had been made to his private breeding space, but his body suddenly gave out and collapsed on top of Claire. She panicked for a brief moment, before she felt something slam into her thigh…

And only a few seconds later, she was in that wonderfully peaceful darkness.

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Final Action Report:

Candidate 26 successfully repatriated.
CAN-26 Breeding Stock 1 and 2 successfully acquired.

Witnesses: None
Injuries: None
Fatalities: None
Covert Status: Intact

Mission Status: Success

Notes: Semp-Lab formula subdued CAN-26 without issue. Recommended for further field usage.

Signed: [REDACTED]

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Claire and Liz didn’t know what had happened, where they were, or why. All they knew was that for the past few days, they’d been taken… somewhere, for the express purpose of being sexually enslaved by a werewolf. By Kenny. He had… been turned into some sort of monster, almost every waking second he spent breeding his two puppy concubines. Claire and Liz struggled to remain cognizant throughout the few days of captivity they suffered, not through drugging or medical intervention (though what rations they were capable of eating that wasn’t thick werewolf spunk could easily have been laced…), but due to the sheer mind-melting pleasure the duo faced at every second. They didn’t even know if they got a reprieve when Kenny slept, because as far as the two of them were concerned… Kenny didn’t sleep. At all.

But now, they were finally removed from his immediate presence. Their bellies had grown swollen with powerful litters of puppies, their kicks and playfights inducing micro-orgasms to both girls. The gestation period had been even more incredible than Kenny’s growth - something that the lab-coats who surrounded them seemed particularly interested in. The girls were poked and prodded a little bit, before labour took over the priority. What was usually a painful and agonizing experience for women, was instead replaced by an IQ-reducing pleasure-fest of orgasmic delight. Both girls couldn’t stop their bodies and brains being flooded with so much orgasmic cocktail chemical-juice, so much so that the lab coats had to restrain their legs just to make sure they didn’t accidentally hurt one of the new prime specimens.

Claire and Liz were only permitted a few minutes with their new puppies, enough for each puppy to have a decent drink from their swollen, milk-filled breasts before they were taken away… never to be seen again.

But they did see Kenny again, minutes after they’d been removed from the labour room. And he was more than willing to get some help replenishing his energy in the form of fresh-from-the-tap milk…
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