A thunderous boom erupts, Daryl lets out a roar of surprise while Walt whirls around on his haunches.
In retrospect, Walt would later write it off to an active disengagement with biology and physics. It wasn't that he was a dull knife in the drawer; he may act the part of a country boy, but he wasn't stupid. It was that some things led him to actively turn off his logical reasoning. For instance, when he, Tim and the others grew some years back, using tainted fluids recombined with JJ's genes, they had voracious appetites. In contrast, whatever was in Albert's Better-U powder seemed to be able to supply the energy and nourishment for growth without a massive increase in caloric intake. Secondly, seeing Gabe and Yuri grow to obscene sizes and proportions raised its own set of questions. In their hyper states, Gabe and Yuri's bones had to be as hard as titanium to support such musculature, their muscles greatly enhanced to provide for their new-found strength, and perhaps most obviously to a guy whose friends best measured their dicks in feet (they all stuck to imperial units), how these two giants managed to support giant nuts and bolts without them snapping off, or at least passing out during erections, was something that mystified Walt, but he had no interest in researching.
Suspending logic for biological principles was one thing. But if you have a massive amount of fluid being ejected from a comparatively small tube at a high rate of speed into the atmosphere, it's going to make some noise. Such was the case with Yuri's earth-shattering orgasm.
No, really. Walt would reassure himself on future occasions as he played the event out in his mind (substituting a massive Tim in for Yuri while whacking off furiously), that with each bathtub-sized load that pumped its way out Yuri's cock, rocketing dozens of meters out, it came down with enough force to scour the asphalt when it collided the road's surface at certain angles, leaving the street pockmocked with cummy divots. Yet when the wolf let go for a moment and his pelvic muscles tilted his cock back up, the spritz would fly up until gravity had its way, and the milky volleys landed harmlessly on his head-fur without so much as the alpha-wolf batting an eye. If anything, Yuri reveled in it, letting out a howl deep enough and strong enough to crack the windows of the nearest building, and rattle all the other remaining glass fixtures on the street.
Physics also dictated that cojones the size of his would be capable of making a lot of seed. And he had an orgasm that would put the common man's to shame. Yuri leaned back into a kneeling position (hardly capable with his packed calves and perfectly-contoured glutes), squeezing those enormous testicles between his splayed-out thighs, and with his barely-mobile right arm, he started tweaking his right nipple, cooing as he thumbed the flesh with his claw. This only seem to make the flow more intense, it was like being shot out of a high-powered hose. The street was covered in wolf spooge, the gooey semen snapped branches off of trees, crashed through the windshield of a van, and coated benches, trash cans...even the part of Gabe facing Yuri. If Walt, Daryl and Daryl's clueless partner had been in the spray angle, they surely would have been knocked right off their feet.
Walt plugs his nose as Yuri starts coming off his climax, the whole block reeks of fresh wolf seed...and a little something else. Walt turns around and sees the bodybuilder-sized seal has absolutely creamed himself, Wyatt must have been packing to make that much of a mess on his work pants. Daryl can't help but face palm. "I should have been a bricklayer." Maybe it's just the heavy scent of sex in the air, but Walt can see that even Daryl's a little aroused, to say nothing of his own raging erection. As soon as all of this is done, he's jerking off three...no, five times.
Yuri gives a winded chuckle as he surveys this mess. "Aw, fuck yeah! Number one fucking alpha wolf right here, bitches! Dominated this shit!" Walt rolls his eyes. Pup, please. Y'all wanna see dominatin', you should see Tim when he's feelin' cocky.
Meanwhile, your face is slowly but steadily mending itself, bones re-welding, the bridge of your nose straightening and your muzzle returning to its feline handsomeness. The spirit in you was beside itself in anger, and for once, you're joining it. You can hear the alien voice in your head. That little fucker! Soon, once we finish healing, we'll exact vengeance. Shall we rip his throat out, or fuck him first?
"I wanna fuck him. Look at that ass. Look. At. That. Ass. He's probably the last thing I can adequately fit this cock into, I want to make him squeal like the little omega bitch he really is." The spirit cackles in agreement. It's still hard to believe that you're having this conversation with yourself.
I'm gonna pin his arms and smash his head into the dirt. snap his tail right at the base.
"I told you, let me get my cock warm first, then you can break this tail."
You're going too easy on him.
"We'll snap his neck when we're done, you can have all the blood you want."
That's better. Time to grow, darling.
You seem to have embraced the new you. You can feel your body start to expand once again, subtly at first, your muscles tight with the burgeoning mass. You'll destroy Yuri, Walt and the rest, this city will be ruins, the first step to your glorious deification.
You hear the slamming of a car door in the distance. "Wes! Oh my God, what the hell happened here! What is this gunk! Is that a giant cat and wolf! Where's Gabe!? Gabe! Gabriel, it's Steph, where are you?!"
You hear your obnoxious cousin's voice. "Walter! Where's Gabe?"
Suddenly, your stomach starts to ball up. Stephanie. You agreed to do this for her, right? The chance to have a child?
"No! You did this to become a God! Mightier than any before, the ruler and destroyer of all worlds!" The spirit roars back furiously.
Stephanie cries out shrilly, you can sense her footsteps from the frenzied way she plods up the flooded street. "Ugh, he's not picking up his phone! Gabe! Can you hear me! Gabriel! Please!"
Wes speaks up again. "Steph, hold up, it's not safe-"
You hear a sounds of a struggle, followed by a deep yelp and a splash. "Stay out of way Wes! Gabe, where are you!"
You hear another pair of feet sloshing in the cum-flood. "Hang on, I need to inject this into the cat thing!"
Daryl moans. "I'm supposed to be checking for an active shooter! I have a woman passed out over here! What am I supposed to radio back to base Walter!"
"What!? Oh my God!" Well, if she wasn't flipping out before, she's definitely freaking now.
Your mind's racing. Yuri, in his super-alpha-whamodyne mood, might take out some of his remnant anger on Steph. Not to mention Walt's ever-present threat to kill her. She's in danger.
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