Your eyes slowly open, before you painfully shut them as light shines on you. As you adjust to the brightness, you try to figure out where you are: you have no memory of who you were, or how you got here. You make an attempt to move your arms, but you're strapped to the wall. Looking down, you see what you are: a naked wolf, with a sheath and balls, your entire body covered in grey fur.
But as you observe, the objects at your feet are...tiny? Like toys, little forklifts, crates, ladders, and various tables covered in tools too small for you to make out. Then it hits you like a brick: the hunger. Your stomach growls, hurting with emptiness. It's obvious you need something to eat.
You look to the left of you, and notice something: a tiny glass window right at the height of your face. And...you might be going crazy...there's tiny people inside! They chatter to one another, seemingly in a panic. You try honing your canine senses in on their conversation.
"It wasn't supposed to wake up! And the general isn't here! We could be discharged or worse for tampering with the test subject!!" "Relax, the thing will go back to sleep before everyone comes back in the morning." "How do you know that?! It could easily do something awful to EVERYONE!!"
You don't know what they're talking about exactly, but what you do know is that you're tired of these shackles. You struggle hard, grunting as the metal breaks under your mighty strength, and you are finally free, stepping on the tiny objects below you.
You turn your attention to the glass, from which you can hear more panicking. In a second, you punch right through it, shattering it to pieces. Your giant furry hand searches the tiny room, picking up three tiny people: two humans and one fur, all shaking in your glory.
As you look at them, trembling in your wake, you are reminded of your hunger, as though a little voice were telling you: "do it". As though it was natural to you, you raise them up to your maw, opening the cavern wide and dropping them right onto your tongue, your jaw shutting with a snap. They panic on your tongue, only making you enjoy their exotic taste that seems all too familiar. You move them around your mouth, all the while rubbing your balls just a little. You enjoy this.
Soon though, they lose their taste, and you tilt your head back, putting a hand on your throat as you feel the bulge of their tiny bodies slide down. It felt amazing. You need more.
You look around, realizing the entire wall is a door. Reaching into the tiny room, you push all the buttons haphazardly with a giant finger, and somehow the door opens. The world is revealed to you, ready for the taking...
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