Forced Age Regression Furry 소설 & 이야기

I am on the larger side, a size 16 with all the accompanying soft flesh and voluptuous curves one expects of a plus-sized girl. Fergal huffs a bit as if to sarcastically say, “oh please.” I hesitate only a moment before I swing my leg up and over his back and gently grasp his hairy fur as he begins to walk away from camp, carrying me further into the forest.

My arm twisted violently as the bones inside me broke, reformed, and lengthened in slow, torturous movement. I gasped, choking on the pain, my body curling and stretching into a new form. My skin rippled, then split, as silver fur pushed through, shimmering unnaturally bright in the firelight. I shook uncontrollably, every breath a war I barely won. My body cracked again, and I screamed into the dirt, unable to hold back. The fire roared, the warriors watching this in horrified silence as I finally settled my weight on four paws, panting heavily, silver fur bustling, as new instincts roared awake inside. The agony vanished, swept away in a cold, blinding power of the Lunaris bloodline.

"How come she isn't an active member?" "She's technically still a part of the pack, but active members actively defend our territory. At a certain age, you retire and only shift for pleasure." "So everyone at Norwood House now is—" "Active members," she finishes. "Yeah." Liam says, "Our oldest active member is turning thirty." "And you start at sixteen?" "You start defending at eighteen. It takes newbies a little to get used to their wolves and to learn to fight shifted." "So when Harvey is around thirty, he'll retire?"

Reid said with a smirk. Suddenly, Reid's body began to contort and twist, his limbs elongating and morphing into grotesque proportions. His skin itched and rippled, grey fur bursting forth in thick, coarse strands that covered his massive frame. His face distorted, nose flattening into a snout, teeth sharpening into razor-sharp fangs. Eyes glowing yellow, Reid's transformation accelerated, his muscles bulging like corded steel. He grew, towering over the battlefield, a monstrous behemoth cloaked in grey fur. His roar shook the earth, a deafening bellow that sent tremors through the ground. The air reeked of wet fur and primal fury as Reid's transformation completed, unveiling a terrifying cr

Seth kept playing while I tried to connect to my mate again, but he was still ignoring me, that's it, tonight he can sleep on the sofa, we need to be in this together. An omega, a white wolf, are age regressors, they are little, and they'd act younger than their age just like babies, and we're his daddies, we're the ones who take care of him. Babying him, feeding him, keeping him warm and healthy, and keeping him in line when needed, babies do misbehave and have to have rules along with punishment and rewards, it's not an easy job, but it's one we're looking for.

After they've retired to their room, Farell starts to voice out his curiosity. "Do you really believe that old man?" He asked. He called the Alpha an old man because looking at him, he was over three hundred years old and that was if he had not been removed from his age. Before a werewolf could age and bring out white hair, he would have been over two hundred years. Not to talk of his wrinkled body. Lucius smiled at Farell. "Why do you think we are here?" He asked. Farell looked at him for a while before he suddenly gave a knowing expression.

34 - Finn We are a tangle of fur and fangs. The stench of this rogue is enough to make me want to gag, but I continue to bite at him. He’s fast but sloppy. His claws don’t hit their mark because he’s fighting angry, not controlled. His wolf rears back and mine lunges to the side and whips around to grab his flank. He rips at the muscle and we are rewarded with a howl as he hits the ground and tries to limp away. There’s no way my wolf is standing for that. He jumps on his back and bites at his throat again and again, until he finally collapses.

“I would meet Noura first before her parents. As for the Merging, it's no big issue. My father is also okay with the idea.” Finn and Gerald took off their clothes and tied them to the side of the carriages. Afterwards, they leaped forward, bones crushing, breaking. Their teeth turned into fangs, and their body changed into dark, hairy fur. Two legs became four with nails protruding — long, sharp. “If you must go to the Red Fang pack, then you must know this is the end of your slave-master era,” Blaise said beside me as Finn and Gerald positioned themselves to take the carriage rails.

“His fur’s a little knotted, especially under his belly.” “Please,” Leo said. I instinctively reached out for Oliver, but Leo pushed my hands back. “All the children here are under the age of five,” Leo explained. “You see, all babies are born with their wolves, but their bodies aren’t strong enough to shift until around the age of one. Because they’re so little, their minds can’t control their wolves, so they just sort of shift randomly back and forth between wolf and human. It’s all very unpredictable at this age.”

It’s not just authority—it’s dominance, something primal and undeniable. Even I feel the pull of it, and I am her mate. Gregor’s body freezes mid-spasm, his half-shifted form twitching like he’s caught between two worlds. His wolf’s instincts falter, crumbling under the weight of her command. Slowly, the monstrous features start to recede. His claws shrink back into bloodied fingers, his half-formed snout shortens, and the fur along his arms disappears in patches. It’s not smooth or clean; the retraction is painful, messy, and leaves him even weaker than before.