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Apr 2025 Flavor of the Month: Blue Moon!

The young man walked into the gym, his brow glistening from his jog, his cutoff shirt clinging to the patch of sweat between his pecs as he went from the sweltering summer heat to the temperature controlled reception area. He adjusted his sweat soaked hat on his head, turning the bill back as he didn't need the shade inside. The hat kept most of his hair out of his face during most of his workouts, and the discoloration of where sweat had left salt stains and worn the fabric down showed. It was falling apart, but still held proud to that head of thick hair.

He swaggered up to the receptionist, his jogging shorts clinging to his thighs and thick ass cheeks as he got to the front desk. There stood a stacked, blond haired gymnast. His hair was cropped up into a fro hawk and the sides were trimmed into some sort of layered design. His blue eyes were kind and his smile wolfish yet warm as he showed off his dazzling diamond teeth.

“Hey there chief," the receptionist said, puffing out his chest, his blue polo barely able to contain all the meat that man had on his chest. He lifted his hand and gave the newcomer a slick salute. “Don't believe I've seen you around these parts. What's your name?"

“Hey there, it's John," the newcomer mimicked the receptionist's salute, a bit of sweat flicking off his fingers as he did so. “I heard this place was a great gym from one of your regulars. Is that true…uh…Dylan?" John glanced at the golden name plate on the receptionist's breast. That meaty pec making the plate look like a thumb drive compared to the credit card sized piece of plastic it was.

“Best place this side of the city," Dylan lifted both arms and flexed. His sun kissed skin accented the healthy amount of blond forearm air, and the sleeves on his polo practically rolled up on their own as those double peaks forced themselves out. “Only for people serious about their body and gains lift here. Not that we turn people down often."

“Well, I'm looking for a new gym and Trent said this place is perfect for guys like me," John lifted his bicep and flexed it. He wasn't as large as the receptionist, but he wasn't lacking in the size department. Softball sized bulges of muscle formed on those biceps as he showed off. John moved at a slight angle, showing a peek of tasteful side pec and obliques and a nice, matted shrub of pit hair the same chocolate brown as the locks on his head. “Think I'm serious enough to join this place?"

“Damn, Trent does know how to pick 'um," Dylan nodded with an impressed, unthreatened smile. “Yeah, I think you'll fit right in here."

That's when Dylan did something odd. He sniffed the air. It was subtle at first, John almost didn't notice it, but once the blond haired stud got a whiff he closed his eyes and took a long, intake of breath through his nose, leaning forward as though called by the smell. He then let a hot breath out his mouth, his canines almost looking wet, his eyes almost glowing in the low light.

“Oh yeah, you'll do nicely," Dylan's grin was sly, his eyes half sheathed.

“Um…yeah?" John cocked a brow. “So…do I sign a contract or something."

“Don't worry man, I got you," Dylan's voice was deep and smooth as he turned around and reached up on the shelf behind him. John normally didn't care for guys that were bigger than him, but Fuck if that ass wasn't perfect. The dude had wide hips, his thick ass filling out his kaki shorts to near bursting. The buttons on his ass pockets looked like they were about to pop off. As Dylan reached up, he arched his back, those thick cheeks lifting and jiggling ever so slightly. How the hell did they stay up?! Those cheeks defied gravity! Someone was very serious on not skipping leg day.

Dylan grabbed a piece of paper and a clipboard. He brought it around and put it on the counter.

“Just fill out your name and info here and we can get you set up on your free day today," Dylan ended his comment with a click of a pen.

“Shure," John had a cocky grin on his lips, his emerald eyes half sheathed as he looked over the man before him. He was leaning on the table, pushing forward the clipboard, his back arched and a sly smile. John wasn't oblivious to body language. He nailed his fair share of bitches in college. So he knew when someone was flaunting their goods for more than just showing off.

“So," John continued, taking the clip board and pen. “How's the cruising situation in the showers?"

“So Trent already told you what kind of gym we are here?" Dylan smirked.

“He did," John nodded, scribbling his info onto the paper before signing it at the bottom and handing it back. Dylan grabbed it, but John didn't let go. The blond receptionist looked back up at John who gave the receptionist a quick wink.

Dylan's spine visibly shuddered as a blush formed on his cheeks. The clipboard slipped from John's fingers, his sweaty fingerprints marking the page and smearing the ink.

“So, showers in the back?" John asked.

“Y-Yeah," Dylan smiled and pulled out a keycard from under the desk and handed it over to John. “This is a day pass that'll get you inside for your free day."

“Thanks cutie," John nodded at him before swaggering past the desk and into the lockers.

Dylan watched him go, wanting to follow him in and show him how a real man can please him, but he knew the rules. He simply took a deep breath, only for the essence of man to waft up from the sign in sheet. He glanced down at it and his blue eyes went wide as he saw the added writing near John's number.

Call me when you're off your shift for a good time.

Dylan's thighs rubbed together, his cock hard in his shorts and his asshole flexing.

“Oh yeah, I think we've found our new Alpha," Dylan gave a lusty growl, his eyes glowing as his nails grew thicker and pointed into claws for a brief moment before they retraced back into him. “Calm down Dylan. You'll have your go, but first the gym."

***

John was very impressed with the gym's amenities. A steam room, a pool with a running track above it, and state of the art equipment. He mainly worked on his back and arms, and he got quite a few looks from the men around the gym. John knew he could be cocky sometimes, but he swore everyone at the gym was looking to smash.

From the big, seasoned body builders, to the joggers on the treadmills, they all kept sneaking glances, and oddly enough, whiffs of his body. He was used to peoples' eyes on him, but the sniffing was new. It didn't bother him, but rather stroked his ego in an odd way. He knew he was sweaty from pushing himself, but he didn't care. It was like he was giving off some alpha pheromone and everyone was ready to drop their panties for him.

“Hey there stranger," someone said beside the machine John was on.

“Oh, hey there Trent," John smirked, pulling his earbuds out and putting them in his pocket right away to not lose them. “Thanks for the recommendation. This place rocks."

Trent was a hot and cute thing. He had amber skin, long curly hair that bounced above his shoulders. His dark eyes were bright with enthusiasm, especially when he was sucking John's cock the other night.

“I told ya, you'll fit right in here," Trent smiled, leaning against the machine as John continued his reps. “So, how long have you been at it for?"

“Almost two hours. I'm rounding out my routine right now," John used the lat pulldown a few more times, the metal clanking softly with his controlled movements.

“Oh my…" Trent paused, his nose rising as he took a few little sniffs. John finished his set and let the bar go back into resting.

“You okay?" John cocked a brow.

“Oh…Oh yeah, better than okay," Trent came over and straddled Trent's lap, the larger male having to adjust a bit to the sudden shift in weight. Trent had a tight body, easily one sixty with a swimmer's build, but after a long work out, even that could feel like a lot of weight. “My god, it's stronger than before."

“What are you doin'," John gave a soft chuckle. “I mean, I don't mind if we have some fun, but right here on the gym floor?"

“Trust me, the staff doesn't give a shit," Trent seemed short of breath as he pressed his lips to John's, the muscled jock giving a surprised grunt, but then melting into the kiss. Trent said they were cool with open gay stuff in the gym, but he thought in the showers, not the actual floor.

“Holy shit," John gasped between kisses. Trent broke away to lick over John's sweaty neck, the salty prickle of ripe man filled his tongue and made his spine tingle.

“Oh yeah," Trent moaned. “You're prime Alpha material."

“Damn right baby," John gave a sexy growl, falling into the roleplay seamlessly. “I'm an Alpha and I'm going to plow that ass. Amazing as that blow job was, I'm ready to take that sweet hole of yours."

John's hands went down, slipping under the elastic of Trent's athletic shorts and rolling them down over his round ass cheeks.

Then a fluffy tail popped out.

“What?" John thought it was just one of those furry butt plug things at first, but once it started wagging, he had to blink to be sure he wasn't seeing things. He gripped Trent by the shoulders and forced him in front of him to see his face.

Trent's eyes had a golden ring around them, his face half contorted, his teeth slicing down into canine blades, his body covering in fur.

“Fucking hell!" John jumped back, pushing off Trent.

“Wait—" Trent tried to say, but he fell backwards and banged his head against a metal bar on the machine. He gave a little yip before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he flopped onto the mat floor, out cold.

Trent wasn't a human anymore, his body was covered in a dark brown, almost black, fur, his ears having turned to points and his clothes stretching over his augmented muscles.

“W-What the…how the…what?" John's head was spinning, but he didn't need to wait long before something shocked him into oblivion.

“Don't worry chief," A deep voice rumbled.

John turned to see a massive, seven foot tall, golden werewolf, his sapphire eyes ringed in gold.

John passed out.

***

John was laying on a couch in the gym's back office where Dylan and Trent were arguing.

“I couldn't help it," Trent hissed in harsh whispers. “The amount of potential on him was driving me wild."

“I get it man," Dylan had his big hands on the much shorter one's shoulders. “I almost jumped him in the lobby with how good he smelled. But that doesn't mean you get to just put the entire pack in jeopardy."

“I know," Trent rolled his eyes. “But we have to get someone to replace the Alpha of the pack soon. We're all going into heat and we need someone to step up or we're all going to be in deep shit."

“Still, no excuse for putting us all in danger," Dylan took his hands back and crossed them over his massive pecs. His polo was torn down the center, his shorts had exploded and he was left with his loose fitting, elastic worn jock hanging on his hips. “You need to learn to control yourself better. You've been here longer than the rest of us. Why do I have to be the responsible one?"

“The youngest usually is," Trent shrugged. “None of us Betas want to be in charge. Stresses us out to our core. We're built for taking orders, not giving them."

“Then how come an Omega like me is in charge?" Dylan tapped his bare foot on the floor, his shoes in tatters in the trash.

“Because us Betas know we can get away with telling you what to do. You know your place in the pack." Trent smiled and scratched under Dylan's chin.

“Yeah, well, it's getting old…" Dylan didn't move away from the scratching though, a pink blush gracing his cheeks.

“I doubt that," Trent murred. “Either way, I think the cat's out of the bag and we got to get John on board."

“I think I already am," John grunted.

The two turned to see John was sitting on the couch rubbing the back of his neck.

“How much of that did you hear?" Trent said through a nervous smile.

“Enough to know werewolves are real," John cracked his neck. “And that you're all little subs looking for an Alpha."

“Yeah," Dylan pushed his forefingers together. “I don't know what kind of job or career you have now, but…would you want to be the owner of our gym and pack? I know it's sudden, but…you're more than qualified. We've already got several pack members asking when they can take you for a spin."

“Really?" John cocked a brow. “I mean, I ain't a stranger to people wanting a piece of all this, but you guys really don't waste any time."

“We're already a few days into our heat cycle," Trent came over and sat on the armrest of the couch. “We're starting to get desperate."

“Well, with the way you were slobbing on my knob the night before, I think that makes a lot of sense." John chuckled. “So, let me get this straight. I'd become the Alpha of your pack, I get to own a kickass luxury gym, and the entire gym roster will be my bitches?"

“That's the short and skinny," Dylan nodded, sitting on the desk. “More or less anyone in the gym is yours who doesn't have a visitor pass. The Alpha can claim anyone, and we don't have any way of saying no. That being said, if you abuse your power, we can vote you out."

“And by vote, we mean that you can't command all of us at once," Trent crossed his arms. “You familiar with the Ides of March?"

“Yeah…so, I have to keep everyone happy," John leaned back on the couch, his arms resting on the back of it. “No sweat. Just like my frat back in the day. Keep everyone drunk, fed, and their dicks wet and everyone's gunna have a good time."

“Only you're going to be in the middle of pack heat," Dylan warned. “Anyone and everyone will want to jump your bone. You'll mainly be doing cardio for the next month straight."

“I mean, Trent can vouch for my stamina," John gestured to the amber beauty on the arm rest. “And I'm assuming I get a rockin' werewolf bod like yours too with some boosted stats, right?"

“I mean, sure, but I trained long and hard for the body I have now and…and…" Dylan was starting to trail off, his blush coming back in full force.

“Oh, stop trying to talk him out of it," Trent murred. “I think we've found our new Alpha. So, what do you say, big guy? Ready to join the pack?"

As Trent said that, his muscles flexed, his bones cracked, and his body burst from his clothes. It was jagged and smooth at the same time. His form shifted into a dark chocolate werewolf with golden eyes.

“Shit," John smirked and nodded. “That's hot as fuck. Yeah, I'm ready. How does this all go down?"

“Simple," Trent rumbled, his voice much deeper, his body like that of John's, having blown up in his transformation. “Give me your hand."

“Sure dude," John sat up and lifted his hand for Trent who took it into his massive mitt. His hand was larger than Johns, those claws vicious yet gentle. “What next? Gunna bite me?"

“You got it," Trent smiled, showing off his vicious canines used for ripping flesh from bone. “Don't worry. It's just a little nip and it'll start the transformation immediately. You ready?"

“Not like there's really any kind of preparation I can do for becoming a werewolf pack leader. Go on and do it man, let's get this show on the road!"

“You asked for it, just remember that," Trent had a mischievous gleam in his eyes before he gripped John's wrist almost painfully before bringing his fangs down onto John's hand. He bit down HARD, breaking through the skin and hitting bone.

John recoiled, his hand coming back to him as Trent immediately let go. The bite looked bad…for all of a few seconds. The flesh around the bite mark writhed and wriggled like worms as they stitched together. The exposed bone vanishing, the blood that welled up around his hand stemmed its flow until there was nothing but a bite shaped scar on his hand. The only indicator it had ever happened was the little nubs of pink scar tissue and the blood.

Then the bite mark pulsed painfully.

“Fucking hell!" John shouted.

“Yeah, buckle up buttercup," Trent chuckled. “The first transformation is a doozy."

“Your body is going to try and fight it like an infection," Dylan nodded. “Just don't resist and it'll be over quickly."

“For real—Son of a WHORE!" John screamed as the pulse from that bite rolled up his arm, his veins bulging against his skin as they burned. John had been bitten by a copper head before, but this was so much worse. It felt like his bones were melting, his meat was cooking, his blood was boiling! His hand turned beat red, swelling up to try and fight off the infection, but it spread like the wildfire it felt like. Up his arm and blooming into his lungs and face.

John gasped, his eyes bloodshot as his mouth hung open, drool dripping from his lips as that pain roared through him. He took haggard breathes and let out a few tempered screams, but he trusted the process. He leaned into the pain instead of pushing away from it. It helped, like the transformation appreciated a willing victim as it surged faster through his body. It washed through him, from one hand to the other, burning over his face and skull. His brain fried in his head, his teeth gritted and bubbled like they were about to fall out of his mouth, and he swore his spine was twisting itself in knots.

Then it reached every corner of his body and a deep pulse ran through him. A switch was flipped and the pain numbed. The removal of so much searing pain was euphoric. John chuckled, a giddy relief flowing over him. He went to look back at his scar, but his hand was twitching. The veins beneath his skin were pulsing hard and his arm hair was getting thicker. John smirked and flexed his hand. The transformation was explosive. His hand doubled in size, his claws slicing out of his fingertips so fast they bled. It didn't even feel bad. It felt like he was finaly breaking out of his old skin and into his own body.

The flesh on his palm grew dark, his claws black as night as pads formed on his fingers and palm. His forearm was next, the muscle bubbling and bone cracking before nearly doubling in size and length. Then it was that softball bicep's turn. John had a wicked grin on his face as he lifted his arm and flexed. His bicep grew beat red before cracking and pushing up. His bicep becoming a powerful and imposing double peak that rose above his head.

John chuckled maniacally, his voice dropping deeper as the change swelled his delts and lats, his neck lashing more muscle onto his chin as it became more square. The duo of werewolves got glimpses of what Johns human form would look like, but they were quickly augmented into their alpha's werewolf perfection. John's chuckling was cut off by a snarl as his nose darkened and became more blunt. His face elongated, his jaw snapping and reforming, his brow pushing back as his emerald eyes glowed with golden light. His ratty, sweat soaked hat fell off his head as his thick mane of hair billowed out longer, thicker into a powerful mane. His teeth snapped and cracked, splitting into canines ready for the hunt.

John's pecs pushed forward, first one and then the other, the fibers writhing beneath his skin before shunting out into two massive pillows that put Dylan's pec's to shame. Those massive power tits shoved his shirt up turning it into a crop top, his belly button exposed as his abs and obliques crunched deeper, then expanded outward into a solid core. His Adonis belt went from love trenches to absolute cum gutters that plunged down into his athletic shorts. The light happy trail that lead to a peek at his pubes grew thicker, weaving out into thick fur that softened out the crazy definition of his muscles like he was in a permanent dirty bulk. His spine elongated as his brown fur rolled over his back, lats spread out of his cutoff like meaty wings, his other arm flexing and shifting from his original human form and bursting into a powerful beastly appendage, a healthy amount of musky pit hair filling those cavernous muscle pits.

Johns muzzle cracked into shape, his fangs and tusks pushing past his thick lips to give him a more beastly look. A dark grin played on his muzzle as he felt the power of his transformation traveling down into his legs. His powerful teardrop thighs doubling in size in the matter of seconds. His ass cheeks split the back of his shorts, his thick fluffy tail sprouting out from behind him. His calves flexed and his shoes exploded open. Laces popping and fabric tearing as his feet expanded, the dark claws on his toes shredding through the pathetic garments.

Then, the claim to John's Alphahood came in. He could feel his prostate swell, flexing as the pleasure welled up in his dick. He gave a snarling growl as the bulge in his shorts throbbed, twitching larger, thicker. First the nuts sloshed forward, each one rolling from healthy eggs to oranges.

“Fuck, I want to see this," John gripped what was left of his shorts and tore them off, his jock snapping away to reveal his ten inch cock had grown and changed in shape. His foreskin had rolled back, his cock forming a deep red as it throbbed longer, thicker, more virile. Musk visibly steamed off that alpha dick, his knot bulging up his foreskin as it formed a fuzzy sheath. His pubes rolled down his nuts forming a thick fuzzy sack with a thick tuft down the center.

“Looks a little small—" Trent started, but, then that twelve inch dick lurched forward. It gorged itself on blood, thickening, throbbing to a foot and a half of glorious dog dick. “Oh, now we're talking!"

As if to show off, it flexed again, lurching forward and becoming a solid, two foot long fuck rod. Those nuts rolled forward, the sack hanging low with a duo of veiny melons that throbbed with their virility. John stood up to his full imposing eight foot tall height and felt a new power welling up inside of him. It wasn't just the strength, his now body, or his enhanced senses. It was the connection with his pack. He felt himself rise to become an Alpha. It was indisputable, undeniable that he was the leader of the pack. He knew each and every one of his pack members in an instant. Where they were and what they were doing. If he focused hard, he could hear their thoughts.

They were all burning for his seed.

“Fuck…" John rumbled, steam rolling from his maw. Speaking with his muzzle was different, but not difficult. His voice had a more deep and gravely tone to it. He hadn't smoked a day in his life, but fuck if he wasn't a deep, rumbling daddy baritone now.

“Holy shit," both Trent and Dylan were on their knees, their bodies transformed into their werewolf forms.

“Oh god, it's glorious," John breathed out, his mind racing with the thoughts of his pack as they learned his name, his place in their hierarchy. The top, he was on top. But then something caught his nose. He sniffed and turned to the two pups on their knees before him. “Shit, you two already slick for your Alpha?" John gave them a sly look as he licked his thumb, the claw sliding along his new, long tongue.

“D-Dripping," Dylan moaned, huffing, his nose filled with the overwhelming musk that was steaming off the absolute alpha before them. The golden werewolf's thick ass defied gravity and all meaning of size. Those monstrous medicine balls were parted, the pucker of that wolf dripping with his bitch slick. He was an Omega after all, he was heavily susceptible to the influence of his Alpha betters. He huffed, little desperate wines coming out of each little pant.

Trent wasn't doing much better, his heat plummeting his higher brain functions down into Omega territory. Added with the musk of such a potent male, he was as helpless as any Omega slut out there to John's demanding miasma.

“Fuck," John breathed, his cock throbbing and shooting a thick rope of pre. His prostate was made for breeding and propelling seed deep into bitches. Even the small twitches of his cock gave off back shot caliber streams of his essence. Even his pre was milky with seed, the clear liquid marred with bits of milky strands. “Bend over the desk Dylan."

The blond wolf barked excitedly while Trent wined. Dylan quickly complied, leaning his massive pecs on that table and spreading his ass cheeks. His massive cock swung between his thighs, beating the desk as it throbbed. His pucker was leaking natural lube, his heat pheromones combatting the steam room thick miasma of John's dominance pheromones.

“Don't worry little pup," John rumbled as he lumbered over to slap his massive cock between those glorious globes of muscle ass. “You have a job too. Suck my nuts while I put a litter in your friend here."

Trent squealed and shuffled forward between his Alpha's massive thighs, finding those massive melon sized orbs and gently messaging them. He had tasted the previous batch of swimmers before John's transformation, so he was sated for now, but he wouldn't leave that gym without his heat being doused.

“Fuck, you're fucking ripe, aren't you," John rumbled as he slid his dick back and forth between those buns. Those thick cheeks almost made John's breeder dick look normal sized.

Almost.

John rode his hips back and forth, his cock shooting the occasional stream of milky pre over Dylan's back like some perverse candle wax.

“You ready to be your Alpha's first bitch," John rumbled, his cock throbbing like mad. It felt like he just completed a yearlong run at No-Nut-November and he was ready to bust his brats into a nice warm hole.

“Yes! Yes my Alpha! Breed me Please! I want your puppies!" Dylan yipped, his hips grinding back, his claws digging into the table, his muscle tits pressed against it, his nipples already leaking milk in anticipation of his litter.

“Who could say no to a plea like that," John rolled his hips back, his tapered tip sliding down between those cheeks until he found his mark. He pushed forward, that hole giving no resistance. “Fuck you're a little slut with a hole that can take me."

“S-Slutty…Omega….bitch…" Dylan moaned as that cock slid into him. As it rolled forward it hit his prostate and he screamed, his dick throbbing and banging against the front of the desk as his asshole clamped down on that dick, milking it and slurping on that shaft.

“Holy FUCK YES!" John barked, his toes curling, claws digging into the tile floor. “Oh fuck! You got that gorilla grip bussy!" John dug his claws into Dylan's hips, not caring that he felt a trickle of blood well up on them before he slammed forward. His hips smacked against Dylan's thick cheeks. Those massive muscle slabs rippling with the force of John's thrust.

Then John got his first taste of his knot being messaged. The double softball sized bulb shlorped right into the slutty Omega's back door, but was instantly wrapped in clenching sexy silk.

“Oh FUCK! FUCK YEAH BITCH MILK THAT KNOT YOU FUCKING SLUT!" John slammed his hips forward and back, that asshole strong enough to keep him inside for a few thrusts until he popped back out. “Don't you DARE keep your Alpha's not outside of your whore hole! You got that skank!"

“Yes! Alpha!" Dylan screamed, pounding his fist against the table as that knot was forced back into him. The force of that massive bulb pressing against his prostate forced his balls to bounce and his dick to spew.

“Squirtin' already?" John chuckled, his hips thrusting hard, wanting to seat his knot, but he could feel it swelling already. He pulled back out, popping his knot in and out of that hole over and over. “Shit, guess a slut like you can't help but get knot fucked, huh."

Rivulets of Dylan's bitch slick rolled down John's nuts, matting the pubic fur and accenting the thick veins that coursed with the virility of a true Alpha. Trent was on his knees, messaging those nuts, sucking at them, tracing lines over the veins of those musky orbs as Dylan's bitch slick soaked them. John already had Dylan squirting, his cock spewing his seed on the ground as his asshole gushed on that cock.

“Fuck you can't help but gush on me, can you," John snarled, his hips smacking faster, his knot plopping in and out, shlorking into that hole and popping out with a spray of the Omegas whore juice. “You want this, I can feel how fucking wet you are. How you fucking milk my cock, how you want me to tie you nice and deep and drench your fucking guts with my pups! Beg for it! I want to hear you beg me to dump my pups inside you!"

“Yes Alpha! Breed me! Knock me up! The pack will care for your pups, your scores of puppies. We will provide anything you need, anything you desire! Just Fuck Us FUUUUUULLLL!"

“First thing I'm going to do in MY gym is start a prenatal class," John snarled, his hips smacking faster, his knot only barely coming out of that hole as he smacked away. “Make all you bitches get nice and big with my pups! You'll work out to keep yourselves nice and tight for me, all to attract my seed!"

Trent moaned, his own ass a slick mess as he rolled his tongue up the backside of that sack, his tongue lulling over that swollen and muscular taint. He could feel that prostate flexing as he made out with it. That powerful muscle squelching and propelling that seed tainted pre deep into Dylan's guts. He could already be pregnant for all they knew, but fuck if their new alpha wasn't thorough. He wasn't going to stop until he was sure that Dylan was going to bloat with his pups.

“Fuck, I'm getting close," John snarled. “You ready for my easy nut, bitch!"

“Yes! Breed me! I want puppies! I want YOUR puppies Alpha! TIE ME!"

“Fuck! Here it comes!" John snarled, his hips moving faster, his balls bouncing against Trent's face as he tried to worship them. John felt his cock grow harder, his knot swelling even larger until it locked behind Dylan's asshole. That ring of muscle clamped down and Dylan couldn't hold it back. He howled in praise. The musty Omega's ass gushed, squirting streams of his bitch slick and stink all over his Alpha's balls.

“That's right! You're Mine! This fucking gym is MINE! This FUCKING Pack is MINE! You're All MINE!" John snarled, his hips smacking harder, faster, his knot seating deeper and deeper until it was right against Dylan's throbbing prostate. John felt his orgasm crash into him like a truck. It was like a switch was flipped and he couldn't hold back anymore. His balls drew up before bouncing. Trent was making out with that prostate until it flexed so hard he felt himself get pulled up against it. That musle snapped into action, propelling seed deep into Dylan, his guts gargling as John threw his head back in a triumphant howl that shook the ceiling tiles.

All the werewolves at the gym howled in unison, a chorus of joy at having found their new Alpha and him siring his first litter.

Glorping jets squelched and gargled deep in Dylan's guts, his powerful core rounding out as that knot forced more and more of those pups right where nature intended.

“That's right!" John broke his howl as he thrusted through his orgasm, milking every last drop of his pleasure form his knot. “THAT'S FUCKING RIGHT! TAKE MY FUCKKING PUPS! KNOW YOUR PLACE OMEGA TRASH!"

Dylan moaned in pleasure, his belly pushing down on the desk and sloshing forward as he looked several months pregnant already. John's orgasm lasted for nearly five minutes, and normally he would be allowed to enjoy the tie with any of his pack, but he had a responsibility. He gripped Dylan's thighs and pulled back, his knot blooming with potent, nearly paralyzing pleasure, until he forced himself out. His cock sloshed out with a thick glob of his nut, his dick glazed in his own pup batter.

“Okay Trent," John reached down and pulled the smaller werewolf out from between his ass cheeks, the mutt marked with his Alpha's musk. “Your turn."

John threw him on the couch and bent his legs back. He was screaming in seconds as he plunged his dick home.

***

John swaggered into the gym, his ratty hat on his thick main of hair, the seven foot tall body builder wore an outrageously oversized shirt that looked almost too big for him and a pair of black athletic shorts. He was a beast, hairy, and a young DILF in the making. He had more growing to do, but he was the prime alpha of the gym in more ways than one.

He glanced over at the new dance studio that was added on. It was currently hosting a prenatal classes, a dozen men with massive bellies all working on their exercises.

“Speaking of massive bellies," John went up to the counter, Dylan, the blond body builder, had his massive tits hooked up to a milking machine. Those monstrous milkers had grown swollen, his tits constantly leaking milk that they were selling for protein shakes in the gym. The guy was sitting down, his belly hanging over his lap and forcing his thighs apart. “That's the only kind of man spreading I like to see in my gym."

“Welcome back Alpha," Dylan smirked. “You look well rested."

“Well after that heat cycle, I needed a break," John smirked. “Constant sex is nice, but I was exhausted."

“Don't worry, it only happens once a year," Dylan paused and craned his neck to see around John where a few new muscle jocks were standing. “Who are they?"

“I was on vacation, but I'm always an Alpha," John shrugged. “Found a few guys that I wanted to add to the pack. Make it grow larger. Maybe help open a few new locations."

“Looking to expand already?" Dylan asked. Johns response was to come closer, his massive hand coming to rub over Dylan's massive baby belly and feel his pups kicking inside.

“Oh yeah, I think we're nearly ready to go nationwide."

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