Pym: I sit here in this cage. Waiting, trying to figure out how to escape. I’ve been here for at least 6 months. All I wanted was to fuck a few demons and move on to the next race. No instead I got caught and instead of doing the fucking I’m the one getting fucked. I mean it’s fine. My body always adjusts to what they like and want. Curse those cultists. I mean I can’t really complain, at least I won’t die a virgin. But to fuck everything for the rest of my life? That’s a little intense fucking every race. I mean I got a lot already but for some reason I want them all. I think that’s cultist tampering. Always wanting to fuck, always putting these alterations to the test. And the fighting abilities are off the wall. So, I was supposed to be a super soldier who can gain the abilities of the enemy by fucking them. So I get the speed and strength and endurance of the enemy. And most of the racial abilities. The worst thing was the ant juice, that shit is nasty no matter how many ways you doctor it up. But I can harden my body to that of stone and I can lift 20 times my body weight. All the good but still human except now I release a pheromone to seduce any race that I try to fuck. That’s definitely magic tampering. Then there was a ruckus. I felt my pussy shrink. That means the Demon King is dead. Since he’s been fucking me on the regular my body was adjusted to him locked in. Stuck in this form. I’d be happy to get back to a male form. No more cock shoved down my throat. You would think I could protect myself, but this cage is messing with my powers. I got to escape then. Lord beholds what do I see a wolf then my inspect kicks in.

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Pym: “Oh you’re not just a wolf, but a dire wolf. And a female at that. Come here little Nymeria let daddy Pym have a taste.”

Pym it let out a howl I could feel the pheromones kicking in I will have this wolf. Then he appeared and changed my whole life. Never again will I ever be captured.