Dusti slowly come to her senses. First she only notices a supreme bloating all across her body, but especially in her stomach and chest, and an oddly comforting suckling sensation throughout her abdomen. After a few moments she flutters her eyes open and is completely aghast at what she sees.
A large gray dingy cell. A conspicuous mirror placed right in front of her to give her a somber view of her current plight. It was no nightmare she dreampt up, Ty did turn her into a broodbitch! She tries to struggle, but thick iron chains restraining her keep her in a permanent doggy style position, showing off her ass to all that can see. Speaking of her body, she was no longer a slutty Husky, but a broody direwolf, matching her captor and brother, complete with grey-black fur and saber like canines. But instead of looking intimidating, she looked downright domestic. Her body was even more voluptuous than she remembered, like some sort of bitch who popped out a new baby every month on the regular. She remembered she use to have some waist to speak of, but now her massive thighs and ass seem to give her a squat waist mimicking the Venus of Willendorf. And this leads further up to her massive breasts with dinner plate sized black areolas and good 2 inch nips. They were so heavy on her petite shoulders that they sagged pendulously down, almost touching the ground. In fact, they probably would have if not for that large pregnancy that would more accurately be likened to a 50 pound sandbag. It hung heavy and low. Supporting her on the ground, pulsing slightly in response to Dusti’s increasingly rapid breathing.
Her body as a whole seemed to be covered in dried cum and sexual fluids, her face that of a whores after a particularly violent gamgbang, but none of that even register once she noticed the gaggle of cute little Direwolf puppies competing for a spot at her Tits. Roughly chewing and bawling on the raw orifice for a healthy dose of milky substance. Her first thought was terror at how she could feed them all with only two breasts, but then an even greater terror of realizing they were hers welled up in her more rational faculties.
“I-I’m not some baby factory, I’m a man I I can’t go along with this!”
She struggled in her chains, trying to get away from and refusing reality, but to no avail. The little unwanted spawns continued to latch onto her udders and treat her like the cow she now is but refuses to admit.
The struggling and audible sobbing drew the attention of a guard. A clawed hand roughly forces her muzzle up, and she sees an oddly familiar muscular male Direwolf with glutinous eyes and a wry smile. He wasn’t Ty, but his familiarity put her at unease.
“Well well well, look who’s awake”
The mostly nude guard, simply armed with a helmet a baton and a barely concealing loincloth pets the disturbed female with an almost loving paw along her head. Treating her almost like a common dog.
“Who-who are you?” Dusti manages to squeak out.
The wolf puts on a playfully hurt tone “Oh, I am hurt that you would forget your own flesh and blood. Don’t you remember how I cared for you for oh so long...”
Dusti’s Eyes go wide. The wolf goes in for a seemingly endearing and familial hug, expressing real joy and filial affection. However, this genuine display of tenderness is then somewhat perverted with a decidedly lewd squeeze of one of her expansive breasts. Causing the pups underneath to scramble against to reassert their dominance over the food dispenser.
Whispering into her ears “Mom”
Completely speechless, the wolf that is supposedly her son takes the initiative. “Welcome to the living world my most respected mother” he gives a mock bow like this is some sort of demented performance.
“Welcome to Ty’s Factorium, the most respected and successful breeding guild in all the kindoms! I'm Vex by the by, your friendly neighborhood slaver!”
He stretches out his arms to draw the milk matron’s attention to her surroundings. She was so absorbed in her own predicament, that she didn’t notice the others around her. Various fantasy and non fantasy creatures around her seemed to be in a similar state to hers. Chained, bound, pregnant and leaking milk. Most were not nearly as thoroughly gravid and fecund as her, but their lot was much the same. From her restrained position she could see a human, an orc , an elf, a anthro feline, an anthro equine, an anthro reptilian, a gryphon, and even an ordinary cow! Each in various stages of pregnancy and bliss. Around them were guards who largely seemed to be at least half wolf and half something else. Probably direct descendants of Ty to ensure loyalty. They all seem amused at Dusti’s sudden waking.
Dusti looks back at her son and Gulps. Dreading what will happen next.