Pull off Pan's cock just long enough to tell her you can feel the potion reaching your cunt — you're ready.

Pan's Underground Chamber, Pandora's Box Costume Shop, at 12:06 AM on a full moon night, approximately 3 years after October 31st, 2024

I wrench my mouth off Pan's cock with a wet, obscene pop — strings of saliva stretching between my swollen lips and her glistening shafthead — and gasp for air. My jaw aches pleasantly, still elastic from the potion, and I can feel it now: the warmth spreading lower, pooling between my legs, making my pussy feel different — softer, more yielding, like wet silk stretched over warm honey.

"Mistress," I pant, my voice wrecked and raw. "I can feel it — the potion — it's reaching my cunt. I'm ready. Please — tell him to give me the knot —"

Pan's amber eyes flash with something between pride and hunger. She glances down at where Fenris's massive shaft is still buried halfway inside me, his swollen knot pressing against my entrance like a battering ram held at bay.

"Hear that, Fenris?" Pan purrs, stroking her transformed cock — still that monstrous fourteen-inch replica of his, knot pulsing at the base. "She's ready for both of us."

Fenris snarls — a sound that shakes the chamber — and his claws dig into my thighs hard enough to draw thin lines of blood. "About fucking time."

He pulls back until only his cockhead remains inside me, and I whimper at the emptiness. Then he slams forward — all fourteen inches — and his knot breaches my entrance.

The sensation is indescribable. My pussy stretches around that massive bulge like it was made of warm taffy — the potion doing its work, making my walls impossibly elastic, yielding without tearing. The knot pushes past my entrance with a wet, guttural squelch and then I'm locked — sealed around him, his cock buried to the absolute root, his knot swelling even larger inside me until I can feel it pressing against every wall simultaneously.

I scream. Not from pain — from fullness. From the impossible, transcendent sensation of being stretched to my absolute limit and held there, pinned, trapped, owned.

"Good girl," Fenris growls, his hips jerking as his cock begins to pulse. "Taking the whole knot like a perfect breeding bitch. Now hold still — I'm gonna fill you until you burst."

He cums. Not in ropes — in torrents. His cock erupts inside my sealed pussy with a force that makes my belly visibly distend. Gallon after gallon of scalding werewolf seed floods my womb, the knot preventing a single drop from escaping. My stomach swells — rounding, expanding, growing taut and heavy as he pumps more and more cum into my helpless body.

And then Pan is there — her transformed cock pressing against my lips again. "Open wide, kitten. I want to knot your throat at the same time."

I open my mouth. She pushes in — all fourteen inches sliding down my elastic throat until her knot bumps my stretched lips. She grips my cat ears and forces forward, and her knot pops past my teeth with the same wet sound Fenris's made below. I'm double-knotted now — sealed at both ends, trapped between two massive shafts, my belly swelling with cum from below while my throat bulges around the knot locked above.

Pan begins to cum. Her cock pulses in my throat and I feel it — hot, thick, voluminous — flooding directly into my stomach. Gallons of it. My belly expands further, round and drum-tight, cum filling me from both ends simultaneously.

"Good thing I gave you that elasticity potion," Pan groans, her fingers tight in my hair, her hips grinding as she pumps load after load into my stomach. "Otherwise you might have popped already, kitten. Fenris alone produces enough cum to fill a bathtub."

Fenris laughs — a rumbling bark — his hips still jerking as he continues flooding my womb. "She's taking it though. Look at that belly. She's gonna look pregnant with triplets by the time we're done."

My vision whites out. The fullness is beyond comprehension — my entire body a vessel, a container, stretched and filled from both ends while cum pours into me in impossible quantities. My belly rounds outward, taut and heavy, pressing against Fenris's furred abdomen. I can feel it sloshing inside me — hot, thick, endless.