Thread: Project Delta {Place_holder_49 X Shik} *Done*

RE Project Delta Placeholder49 X Shik Marcel was disappointed to see his alpha leave, but concluded it couldn't be helped. Once he was alone, the shemale grew bored quickly, and the constant fire inside of him fueled his urges to fuck. With that lovely and fat canine shaft gone, Marcel decided to improvise. He gripped his melon-sized breasts with both hands, kneading them and playing with his hardened nipples. He worked hard, getting his fattened member erect without laying a finger on it. Soon, the slightest of pressure Marcel put on his own mammaries forced milk to dribble out. His mate had returned just as Marcel was reaching his climax. Sighing with relief, the shemale sprayed his seed across the cave walls. He didn't discover that experiment delta was home until the shemale was pushed over and mounted on the spot. His pleas echoed through the den for a punishment he was looking forward to. I'm sorry! I can't help it! I'm sorry, just knot me already! Marcel took it hard his tongue lolling out and eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came a second time, staining the fur below him with his own male juices. He remained in this state, mouth open as he dived on his mate's cock once it could finally be removed. I'll make you feel good. My mate has to feel good. I owe it to my mate. You want to take care of your mate too. His words were met with a growl as Marcel got the message to get back to work, furiously sucking on his master's dick as if it was a teat giving him milk. It was in a way. These incidents rarely happened again. Marcel usually liked to enjoy being caught for his mate to give him rough punishment. Pain and pleasure seemed indistinguishable thanks to the changes in his body. He would take it up the ass all the time and love it. Unfortunetly, these retroactive changes left Marcel nearly helpless in the wild, and would need a close eye at all times. While he wasn't receiving the drug that made him this way, the changes were permanent. The old Marcel was far gone now, and the new one wouldn't have things any other way. His belly didn't grow much larger than it had after that, as Marcel was nearing the end of his pregnancy. He was worried how they would be conceived, almost as worried how his cock was still growing. It was comparable to a large horse at this point, not as long, but thicker. One could easily see the gaping cumslit that would constantly ooze precum. It was nothing like the puny length that Marcel called his penis a month ago. The day of the birth, he was resting content with his mate close to him. An unfamiliar pressure suddenly made itself know in his stomach, a presence that was moving to the base of his cock. A-Alpha! Mate! It's time! The babies! The pups! Our pups! They're coming! He wasn't worried about his own health at the moment, only that he would birth these puppies in probably the most unconventional way possible. His biology was altered, twisted in a mockery of proper human genetics. A womb was made, but the mutated and altered genes improvised in choosing an exit. Marcel sat up, and laid his entire length in front of him. His breathing increased, and became heavy, going into a labor not unlike a normal human female. I'm scared. This is new. I want them to be safe. I don't know what else to do but push!