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Growing Pangs 2 Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Peable

A soft sound filled the apartment, the sound of breath coming in and out of nostrils fast and hard. It was a pattern that almost any male would recognize and have long since grown accustomed to, and Peable was no exception. His hand worked up and down his red, pointed shaft, fast and hard. His violet eyes stared at the screen and he panted hard, milky pre leaking from his achingly hard shaft. The English bull terrier was on the couch, sweat pants around his ankles, working his rod with all his might. He had a black nose, a black splotch around his right eye and a black left ear. He was also enormous at seven feet tall and several hundred pounds of muscle. The emerald green handkerchief around his neck almost seemed too small compared to the rest of him, but his mind couldn't have been father from fashion at the moment.

While most males fapped to porn, Peable was focused on the nature special, on a special about child birth and rearing. It was the latest in a bizarre change of events ion his life, but the bull terrier was far from a state to be able to sort through any of it rationally. A few months prior he had been a mere four feet tall, straight as an arrow and happy living with his best friend Bama, a fox that happened to be gay. After he was slipped an experimental drug, Peable grew to his current size... and found his roommate irresistible. They had started to go out, dating seriously, finding everything about one another amazing... but somewhere around the back of Peable's mind, things weren't quite sorted.

He loved Bama completely, but he had been an alpha dog. He was gay now, but he still wanted puppies. He didn't just want puppies, he needed them, he craved them so bad he was able to masturbate to the idea of being a father... Whatever had changed in him, his old self was at war with his new self and he wouldn't be satisfied until he'd begotten a littler of puppies, but two gay men couldn't have biological offspring, at least not in the conventional sense. Peable had considered adopting, but it wasn't the same... He wanted more, he needed more... so he'd started looking into things, and at long last he found a solution. Now his fantasies weren't just dreams, they were possibilities he could achieve if he tried hard enough... and he was going to try hard enough.

The door eased open as Bama returned, wearing a white button up shirt under his silver vest and his royal purple keffiyeh. He'd been in meetings all day regarding an advancement in his position, and a grin crossed his muzzle. He turned to give Peable the good news, but seeing the big dog's pulsating shaft, he started to murmur and lick his lips, feeling the irresistible pleasure rising in him once more. Peable fumbled for the remote, turning off the special, hoping not to tip his hand before the appointed time. Peable turned, his shaft leaking steadily, the pre running down toward his puffy, furry sheath.

"Hey." Peable said, his voice as sexy as Bama could have imagined. Bama nearly swooned, moving to unbutton his vest and pull it off, though his claws just couldn't seem to find the buttons. Peable couldn't wait any longer. He lunged off the couch, lifted Bama's tail and used his own, blunter claws to cut through the back of his pants. Bama's eyes went wide as he felt his furry cheeks parted and his depths filled by his boyfriend's member. Bama shivered in delight. He hadn't even been able to get undressed.

"Did you miss me?" Bama asked, panting.

"More than you could know. I need to be in you." Peable growled. He clutched Bama's furry hips, holding and steadying him like a sex toy before he thrust in deeper, sliding back and forth, dreaming of Bama with a pussy... male in every other way, but capable of giving him puppies. How he longed for that possibility.

Bama moaned out, unable to speak. He'd been intending to tell Peable all about his good news about time off before his promotion, but Peable had been insatiable. He just had to take it. Bama felt his ass splayed wide by his boyfriend's big member. He reached down and unzipped his pants, running his paw all over his furry cream colored sheath, teasing the dripping slit at the end before his member began to emerge. Bama stroked and squeezed it, moaning happily, his back arching as Peable came down over him, pinning him in a cage of meat and flesh.

Peable thrust wildly, having become very well suited to being the big dog he now was. His furry balls swung and slapped the fox's ass, making the fox blink and shudder. Bama couldn't believe how big and dense Peable's balls were, they truly were something magnificent. He groaned, his claws digging into the floor as he swayed. He had to let go of his own cock just to keep himself standing upright with the force of his lover. Their three foot size difference truly made things interesting.

Peable's tongue hung out of his mouth as he gazed at the fox beneath him, imagining a wet, gushy pussy... his boyfriend would be so hot like that, full of his sperm... then his puppies, his belly rounded with child. Peable clenched his eyes shut, wishing that was the case so much. He lifted his head and let out a howl, and as he did, the base of his shaft swelled up, locking off Bama's ass so no sperm could get out... and then he came. Thick jets of cum went pulsing into Bama's ass.

Bama shivered, moaning hard before his cock exploded with seed without even being touched, hosing down the wood floor all over. Bama was lost in lust, but a tiny practical spot in his brain was glad they had switched to wood floors. They were so much easier to clean up. Moments passed and Peable kept pumping. Bama moaned, feeling his lower body filled full. Peable wasn't just bigger, he was more potent and far more fertile. It was an amazing adjustment, but Bama was glad they hadn't both been dosed with the experimental drug; they wouldn't have been able to do anything but fuck.

When Bama started to feel his stomach distend from all the cum, he collapsed limply onto the floor. Peable slowly lowered before adjusting onto his side at the last moment, dragging Bama with him. The English bull terrier pulled the fox up tight against his chest and closed his eyes, sighing happily as he passed out. Bama snuggled against Peable for a long moment before he heard the regular, steady breathing and an odd thought crossed his mind.

"Peable, you didn't fall asleep, did you?" Bama asked, pausing, "Peable?" he added after a moment before he sighed. He was lying with a hole in his work pants, covered in sperm, held up to the chest of a giant dog like a stuffed animal... Then he wondered why that wasn't a delightful thought and curled up against Peable, letting his mind drift off into an afterglow induced sleep.

****

Bama's eyes flitted about gently as he started returning to consciousness, smacking his lips gently, feeling confused. He was lying on the bed in the bedroom, Peable had moved him while he was sleeping... and there was a strange, gummy taste clinging to his teeth. He licked them clean and licked his lips a bit, wondering what he had eaten that tasted like wintergreen, chalk, and a dash of cinnamon. He opened his eyes more fully and looked up at Peable... who was standing above him with a grin on his muzzle. Bama suddenly felt a little more concerned and sat up slowly.

"Peable, what's going on?" Bama asked.

"Well, you know how you gave me that growth serum without telling me?" Peable asked. Bama froze, feeling a sense of surprise cross over his face.

"Peable, did you give me the growth serum?!" Bama asked. Peable shook his head.

"No, of course not." He replied. Bama sighed in relief, at least until Peable spoke again, "This was something new." He replied. Bama hesitated.

"B...but... Peable, what's... What's it for? I mean, I thought things were going well...." Bama said. Peable moved to kneel on the bed, reaching out to rub Bama's leg, leaning in for a kiss. Despite his confusion and surprise, Bama met Peable's lips and the two exchanged a kiss before Peable leaned back with a reassuring smile.

"Things were going great, for the most part. I love you, completely, and that will never change... And being such a big dog is pretty neat, but us big dogs... we have needs. It might not be entirely rational ... but I figured since you remade me into what you desired, I could do the same. I want... puppies Bama; I want you and me to have kids." Peable said.

"PUPPIES?!" Bama asked in shock, his fox eyes wide, "Oh my god, you're making me a woman... a lady fox... a foxy lady. I'm going to have to figure out new clothes, lingerie... maid outfits." Bama murmured. Peable laughed.

"No, you aren't becoming a lady... at least not most of you... just a very... important part." Peable said, reaching down to trail his fingers over around Bama's balls... Bama shivered softly, feeling the touch far more acutely... especially as his sack shrunk, the flesh growing tighter to his body, then growing flush. He gasped softly, feeling the balls lift up deep into his body, tingling, creating a path behind them... and then his entire shaft began to grow numb, feeling as if it was going flaccid, then beyond flaccid.

Bama looked up at Peable wordlessly with great fear. Peable merely leaned in and kissed Bama reassuringly, holding the fox in his arms. Bama twitched gently, taking in short breaths as his manhood continued to shrink and diminish, but the flesh wasn't just disappearing. It was reconfiguring. With his balls gone and his shaft shrinking, a seam started to form between his legs, dripping with soft juices. The more his shaft shrank, the more the seam opened up into a long fleshy passage, one that felt... entirely too empty.

"Peable..." Bama whimpered in shock, gasping gently, his toes curling. His new vagina pushed apart from itself, making the gap more formidable as his cervix formed and his cock head shrunk down into a slightly over-large, engorged clit. Behind the cervix, Bama's new womb matured and filled with thick spongy tissue, radiating heat and moisture as his testicles became ovaries. His plethora of sperm began to congeal, losing their tails, the DNA shifting to the other side of the spectrum, forming a clutch of eggs.

Bama suddenly went limp in Peable's arms, feeling so very different than he had before. He was still the same fox; he wanted the same things out of life... But he had lost what made him essentially male, and instead he had a gift and a curse... the gift of creating life and the curse of the maintenance cycle it took to do such a thing. Bama looked up at Peable, feeling vulnerable and empty... but he knew Peable wouldn't leave him; this was what Peable wanted, what would bring them together even more. He buried his face in Peable's chest and soon felt his boyfriend's reassuring paws stroking his head, at least one of the paws. For a long moment he wondered where the other was, at least until a lightning bolt shot through his brand new organ.

Peable gently stroked Bama's clit with the paw pad of his thumb, massaging it. Bama moaned hard, feeling more and more fluid collecting between his legs. He had to figure out to use everything... He clenched and felt a new muscle group close, then release. He tried again and again, strengthening the muscles, looking up at Peable with a little less shock. Actually, it was kind of... fun. Bama grinned wider and Peable was reassured enough to take the next step. He moved his second finger over and bean sliding it into Bama.

Bama gasped sharply, his entire body going stuff. It was as if a second ass was being invaded, but this one was wider and used to being invaded... it even provided its own lubricant. Bama dug at the sheets, wide eyed. Peable grinned, sliding his finger back and forth before drawing it out, lifting his finger to suck it clean. Bama shuddered, starting to whimper. He wasn't sure why at first, but then he realized it was the gaping void in him, the emptiness. It had been bad after the formation of his pussy, but without the finger it was even more unbearable.

"Peable, please... Fill me, I need you." Bama whimpered. Peable grinned.

"You want me to fill you full of my baby maker?" Peable whispered. Bama nodded, panting harder, groaning. He spread his legs wider and wider, looking down at himself in wonder. It just seemed so different, so empty... No wonder women tried so hard to get men. Bama moaned louder, pulling at Peable, eyes wide. Peable grinned, moving to lay Bama back, guiding his shaft up and down along the entrance with a grin.

"Peable..." Bama moaned, feeling so very conflicted. He had loved being the gay fox he was, being so chic and loveable, so independent and yet cuddly, being so business and yet having a plush stuffed English bull terrier like Peable. He didn't want to lose any of that, but at the same time... it was like the serum was changing him to his very core. He wanted to give in, wanted to be filled, wanted Peable to take his new vagina for all it was worth. He panted softly, looking up at Peable. Peable gazed back with his deep violet eyes as always...

"I've been looking forward to this for a while." Peable growled happily before he maneuvered his hips and let his shaft angle up with Bama. Peable licked his lips before he gave one easy thrust. His thick shaft slid into Bama, spearing him wide. Bama called out, clawing at the bed more, panting hard. It was a rough adjustment, but so good... more than he could have imagined. Having Peable in him was better than not just having a void, he wasn't hollow anymore, he was two people inside of him. Bama moaned, shuddering, his muscles tensing. This caused a fluttering around Peable's member, spurring him on even more.

The big dog pulled back and thrust again, getting even deeper, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth as his eyes glazed with lust. Everything he had hoped for was at hand. Bama was his bitch, the bitch he was going to knock up. It felt so right to fill him, to be working toward the inevitable fate that they would share. It truly was amazing how much had changed. Peable hadn't been sure about having puppies when he was straight, but now that he was gay it was the only thing on his mind. He put a large paw onto Bama's chest, stroking his chest fur while the other dug into the fox's hip. Peable pulled back and forth, picking up the pace.

Bama moaned, feeling the shaft fill him, stretch him, reach deeper and deeper. Peable seemed to get deeper with each thrust, but then the fox felt a new sensation... the head of Peable's member slamming into his cervix. The barrier was tight, restricted, virgin... Peable grunted softly, grinding harder, trying to massage it open. Bama squirmed and writhed in surprise as the sensation, feeling the pointed tip of his boyfriend's member trying to get through. Eventually the terrier had to give up on the finesse and went back to thrusting in and out, sliding almost all the way out before colliding in again. Bama felt like Peable was using a battering ram on him, and it felt so good.

Sensing Bama getting more into it, Peable began to grind his hips, rubbing his fur against the sensitive clit of the fox. Bama howled a bit at that, feeling the last vestiges of what had been his cock sending more familiar sensations to him... but if anything, they were stronger. Bama moaned sharply, pushing back, grinding, clenching his pussy around Peable, trying to milk his boyfriend. Peable became wilder and more dominant as the sex went on, the two going nuts with lust. Peable was starting to think of nothing but pleasure and puppies and Bama was fantasizing about copious amounts of cum filling him from every orifice, a gay cunt boy's dream.

Before long the bed was lurching and shaking, sliding away from the wall, hoping along the room. They'd no doubt get complaints from their neighbors, but for the moment it was worth it. Peable jack hammered Bama's pussy and Bama responded like the ocean, writhing and tossing itself against a large shoreline. Both moaned, both massaged each other, their hands roaming more and more by the moment. Their muzzles came together and they kissed, their tongues tangling. Peable kept moaning into the kisses, feeling how much Bama's pussy was pulling on his shaft.

Bama grunted and writhed, feeling his anatomy ripen even more, as if everything was falling into place. As much as he could feel, though, he hadn't realize how fertile he had been before, or how much that translated as a cunt boy. A soft shudder moved through his lower body as several eggs were released, floating down through his tubes toward his womb... a womb that had been guarded by a quickly weakening cervix. Like a pillager trying to breach a castle wall, Peable kept at it... before finally the cervix relaxed and opened up. Peable grunted as his huge, hot, red canine prick slid deep into Bama's womb. The two collapsed against each other in surprise, panting and holding each other... but Peable's body knew what to do.

Without moving, Peable's knot began to grow and expand, swelling on either side of his shaft, inflating. Soon Bama felt the pressure, then the pressure grew. The knot wedged against the walls of his pussy and kept growing, stretching the walls out, forming a complete barrier. Bama tried to move, but he was completely anchored on Peable. There was no escape, now ay for the cock to remove. It was Peable's sword and he was the stone. The two were locked together. Bama slowly grinned before he clenched down, using his passage to massage Peable's rod. Peable tilted his head back and let out a resounding howl, and then they both felt it.

Peable's shaft throbbed and pulsed before a thick jet of doggie sperm shot up into Bama's womb, then another... and another. The fluids coated the rich, fertile walls, pooled in his womb and the sperm went in search of eggs. Peable kept cumming, over and over again, more and more. Bama's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he grunted and moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Bama was lost in the lust too, beyond words. He basked in it all, the two responding to a symphony of sensations.

Deep in Bama, perhaps deeper than either could know, there was a flash of life... then another, then another, and finally a fourth. Four eggs hardened, fertilized, drifting down towards where they would be anchored and start to grow. Peable had accomplished his objective, and Bama had started out on a new phase of life. It would be glorious... And the two couldn't have been happier. Peable's orgasm subsided but his knot did not. He slowly rolled over onto his back, lifting Bama up onto him, all of their juices locked in tightly. Bama sighed happily, cuddling up against Peable's chest. Peable stroked his boyfriend's hair, gazing at him with love before he let out a wistful sigh and closed his eyes. Bama nuzzled his chest with his nose before passing out as well.

****

The doors to the office building opened and Bama emerged with a fairly quick step, trying to get some fresh air. The doors shut behind him and the fox turned, sitting down on the edge of a fountain, looking at his reflection. He replayed the last few minutes of the meeting in his mind, trying to figure out what had happened. They had ordered lunch, started into the presentations... and then the food had arrived. Bama had been starving and had dug into his barbecue ribs, but as soon as the food hit his tongue, his stomach had started into revolt. The one bite he had and his entire breakfast had started backing up his throat. He'd barely got out in time to stop from throwing up, though his stomach was still not doing well.

Bama turned, looking at his reflection, letting his mind wander. From the outside he looked as he always did... He was short and adorable, sexy and alluring, smart and cunning... His business suit went well with the purple cloth around his neck... But he wasn't the same fox, he'd changed. He was a cunt boy now, and some part of him wanted to declare that proudly to the world... Bama needed a change, he needed some freedom, he needed... to be fucked. Bama blushed beneath his fur at that thought, reaching down to gently touch his groin. He knew Peable wouldn't be home for several hours, but the need was growing. His pussy was staring to drip in anticipation.

The fox stood up and started walking, leaving the office complex, moving out onto the sidewalk. The wind blew against his fur and his nose twitched, picking up smells he never thought he would have detected before. He tried to push it out of his mind, looking up along the street, spotting the dandelion yellow sign he had been hoping to see, the sign declaring 'Adult Shop'. Bama wasn't sure why, but it was starting to feel like shopping would be the solution to his current woes. The fox picked up the pace, eagerly moving toward the store.

****

The door to the apartment opened up as Peable returned, dropping his keys in the wooden bowl. Before he'd even gotten the door shut, his ears quirked. There was a strange sound in the apartment, a buzzing. Peable's ears quirked and he shut the door, turning, moving toward the bedroom. He eased the door open and his jaw dropped. Bama was standing near the end of the bed, wearing nothing but his keffiyeh and a black leather kilt... but his paw was sticking up under the kilt, holding a vibrating turquoise canine shaped sex toy.

Bama heard the door and turned, his face lost in an expression of sexual need and relief at seeing Peable. The sex toy was discarded at once, dropping to the floor, strings of sexual goo connecting them. Bama rushed over and leapt at Peable. Peable grabbed Bama in surprise, then his eyes widened as Bama, started rubbing his pussy allover his groin, soaking his crotch with fluids. The wet spot spread quickly over his pants. Bama looked at Peable as if to say something before he kissed him desperately. Peable moaned, returning the kiss, his tail wagging above the waist band of his pants. Bama broke the kiss suddenly.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, please!" Bama moaned. Peable growled happily.

"I'll fuck you as many times as you want." Peable said. Bama shuddered, his head tipping back as an orgasm ripped through him. Hot, slick juices flowed down Peable's groin, soaking his pants even further. Peable reached down and opened his fly, fishing out his sheath, a sheath that was quickly producing his cock. Peable lifted Bama's kilt, finding the ease of access remarkable. Peable felt so strange fucking Bama so fully clothed... In fact, it was fantastic, so lovely... and Bama was so wet already.

A thick, loud squelching noise filled the room as the two mated, Peable's cock pushing Bama's first orgasm around... and both could feel that Bama was building right back toward another orgasm already. Peable bounced Bama on him as Bama wrapped his legs around his mate's waist, the two lost in absolute delight and bliss. They rammed hard, bounced hard and kissed passionately. Peable ground, Bama clenched, the two went at it fast and hard... and soon Peable started ramming against Bama's cervix. Bama shuddered at that, licking Peable's face.

The English bull terrier tried to get through the cervix, ramming it over and over again, but something was different... The cervix was tighter than usual, thicker, spongier and tighter. Peable was surprised, grinding against Bama, trying to find any weakness... but he couldn't, and then slowly it dawned on him. If the cervix was truly sealed, then Bama.... Was... pregnant. Peable's eyes widened and his head tipped back and he howled, his shaft unleashing his flood. Bama joined into the howl, shuddering as he joined in, his flood pouring around Peable. Peable's knot hadn't yet fully formed, and a flood of juices washed down his legs, filling the air with musk. Peable stumbled with Bama on his lap before he spun around and landed on his ass, having Bama on his lap.

"You're pregnant..." Peable whispered.

"I'm what?" Bama asked.

"I mean, I think you are..." Peable whispered. Bama paused, thinking about it.

"You're right... I mean, that would explain lunch... Pregnant women can't stand barbecue, their bodies treat it like poison... so maybe I'm that way too." Bama said. Peable grinned.

"What about the kilt?" Peable smirked. Bama smirked.

"Well, I'm entitled to a spending spree, you knocked me up." Bama said. Peable grinned with pride.

"I knocked you up." Peable replied, leaning Bama back, kissing him deeply. The two embraced, their arms wrapping around each other as they made out and celebrated their good fortune.

****

While the sexual frenzy between the two had continued unabated over the next several days, Peable and Bama had started into a new phase of their relationship. They had been friends, then they had been lovers, now they were mates, truly and completely. Peable and Bama walked through the park, embracing the evening air. The sky had filled with pink and purple clouds, cherry blossoms filled the air and the grass was thick and lush. Bama sighed happily as he felt the grass beneath his paw pads, but what comforted him even more was the firm hand around his, and the eye candy walking next to him.

Peable strutted through the park, holding Bama's hand, looking like the happiest dog on the block. At seven feet tall, Peable towered over everyone... but he wasn't just a bean pole either. His black shirt hugged his thick pecs and tight abs. His biceps and triceps bulged large enough to make muscle builders jealous, and his ass was like two halves of a globe, jiggling along. Bama had always been happy to be dwarfed by Peable, but now Peable was his very strong, very capable mate.

"I have a surprise for you." Peable said after a moment. Bama grinned a bit.

"You sly terrier, a romantic sunset walk in the park and then a surprise?" Bama asked. Peable grinned, leaning over to kiss his fox boy's head, feeling a surge rush to his cock. There was something awfully strange and wonderful about being gay, and having a pregnant boyfriend. It was against the very structure of nature, and so much better for it. Peable said little and the two kept walking, though as they crossed the last ridge, Bama saw a sign he wasn't used to... A sign showing an ice cream cone with six different colored scoops on it, but most provocative of all was the name.

"Cravings Creamery?" Bama asked, an eyebrow rising.

"It's an ice cream parlor that specializes in unusual flavors for pregnant people." Peable said. Bama's eyes widened and he nearly let out bark of surprise. He turned, grinned, and leaned up on his tip toes to kiss Peable. Peable leaned down and tilted his head, their muzzles interlocking and their tongues caressing. They kissed for a long moment before Bama pulled back.

"You are so romantic, you know that?" Bama whispered. Peable grinned.

"I know it." He replied, putting his arm around Bama's shoulders. The two carefully crossed the street and moved into the sop. It was cool, but that just gave them an excuse to hold each other. Bama moved along the row, amazed by what he saw... Peanut butter and pickles, ketchup and chocolate, caramel fudge and bacon. Normally the combinations would have disgusted him, but there was something about it all that seemed so... right, so delicious. Bama moaned, starting to drool more.

"Wow, you are such a cute couple..." came a soft voice from behind the counter. Bama looked up to see a lion man behind the counter. He had sandy blond fur and a brown mane that hung down to his chest like a huge beard, but his stomach was bloated and rounded, sticking out from under his shirt. Peable grinned gently.

"How far along are you Leo?" Peable asked. The lion rubbed his belly softly.

"About seven months... The boy toy and I are expecting almost any time." Leo said.

"He's a lucky man." Peable grinned.

"So am I." Leo murmured happily. Bama grinned, looking at Peable.

"Will I be sexy when my belly gets that big?" Bama asked. Peable growled in delight.

"Just as sexy." Peable said before kissing his fox possessively. Bama sighed happily, leaning into Peable with all of his affection.

****

Bama had tried to be good when it came to the food budget, but things were slipping as the weeks progressed. He sat on the couch, his legs splayed, his kilt leaving nothing to the imagination. He ran a spoon through the tub of marshmallow pickle brittle and stuffed his face with it, murmuring gently as he watched the specials on orphaned chimpanzees on the television. Every so many bites, he reached down to rub the slight bulge on his stomach, trying to reassure his babies that they wouldn't have to suffer the same fate. He dipped in for another bite, but his spoon ran around cardboard. He looked into the pint before sighing. He'd emptied another one. He licked the spoon clean and set both things aside, turning his head to look into the kitchen.

Peable was standing in the kitchen, putting together a big salad with shredded chicken. Bama was more sensitive to smells than usual, but he was growing puppies inside of him and needed to keep his meat levels up. The salad seemed to be a good compromise between the two extremes. Peable carried the big bowl out of the kitchen and moved to sit down next to Peable. Bama leaned over and gave his boyfriend a lick on the cheek as they settled down together. Peable grinned, moving to rub Bama's shoulder.

"You're so good to me..." Bama said. Peable chuckled.

"No better than you deserve." Peable replied. Bama sniffed a little.

"Maybe better than I deserve, I mean... I changed you without... Without permission, what if you were going to make puppies with some girl out there and I robbed you of that?" he asked, his eyes glistening before tears leaked out. Peable grimaced before he pulled Bama to him, rubbing his head.

"Calm down Bama, it's all perfect... I love you, you love me, we're having puppies. We don't need to worry about what if's... This is just the hormones talking, you're fine, I'm fine, our puppies will be smart and beautiful." Peable whispered. Bama snuggled against Peable before giving out a shuddering sigh.

"I talked to my boss about paternity leave... They were a bit hesitant because there isn't a legal precedent, but the company has some P.R. problems and they think it could be good for business, so if I don't mind being a poster boy for the cause, I get all the benefits and stuff." Bama whispered.

"That's not bad; maybe we'll get a reality show out of it." Peable smirked.

"They can call it Growing Pangs, of paw and puppies." Bama smirked. Peable rolled his eyes before laughing.

"That's a terrible name." he smirked. Bama smirked at that before reaching over to rub Peable's stomach happily, the two very much in love.

****

A soft breeze picked up as the doors to the health clinic opened, the hot air from outside getting in before Peable and Bama were fully inside. Bama sighed with relief to be out of the heat, enjoying the air conditioning... though all in all, he liked everything about the clinic. The walls were covered with dark wood panels; the carpets were utilitarian but nice. Tall, narrow windows overlooked thick beds of ivy, tall oak trees and a creek beyond that passed under the road. There was nice furniture and there were always families about. Peable walked with Bama, both looking a bit more formally dressed than usual. Peable had a button up silk shirt and black slacks, looking a bit more official for the important events of the day. Bama, however, was wearing a nice loose pair of sweat pants and a light Hawaiian print shirt. Given the reason they were there, ease of opening was more important than fashion. As the two passed, a young boy looked up, his kangaroo ears quirking. He looked at Bama and smiled, his eyes sparkling before he turned to look at his parents.

"Can I have babies when I'm a big boy?" he asked eagerly. The parents looked at each other before looking back at their young son.

"If that's what you want, but you have years to decide." The mother said, "Now play with your blocks Joey." She said. The boy gave Bama another smile before he went back to building towers. Bama smirked, walking with Peable before they reached the desk.

Peable signed in and filled out the dorms, and before they had expected, they were being shown through the halls to the back room. The nurse helped Bama get settled on a chair before moving to get the doctor. Peable found a chair and sat down, a bit unsure of everything. Bama smirked, reaching over to take his mate's hand.

"It'll be fine." Bama said. Peable smirked.

"I know it will be, this is just... a big day." He said. Bama smirked.

"What, you didn't figure out when you were a kid that one day you and your boyfriend would go get an ultrasound?" Bama smirked. Peable stuck out his tongue, the two chuckling before the doctor appeared in the doorway. His large owl eyes sparkled gold in the light and his beak quivered a bit.

"Ah, Bama, how are you doing? Have you felt the little tykes kick yet?" the doctor asked, moving over.

"Not yet, but I've felt them getting adjusted..." Bama said. The doctor hooted a bit.

"That's perfectly normal, especially with mixed breeds." The owl said, moving to sit down. The equipment was turned on, gloves were slipped on and the gel was withdrawn. The owl turned to Bama, "Please unbutton your shirt." He instructed. Bama nodded, quickly opening up his clothing, pulling it back to reveal his rounded white belly. The owl squirted the gel on and massaged it into the fur before he brought over the ultrasound wand.

The screen turned black before getting vague white images back. At first it was like a cloudy nebula, but the image slowly resolved as forms appeared on it... Forms that caused Peable and Bama to gasp in delight. They saw tiny muzzles, tiny ears, short, curved tails and very large paws. Peable moaned softly, looking in at awe.

"Oh they're adorable..." Peable whispered.

"Oh doctor, thank you so much for showing us this..." Bama whispered. The doctor chuckled softly.

"You may not be thanking me before too long." The owl replied, "As you are well aware, your mate is a very large male... He has passed much of this onto your children; I don't think you'll be able to go to full term." The doctor said. Bama hesitated.

"So they will be premature?" Bama asked. The owl shrugged.

"Yes and no... They look very healthy; they may get everything they need in time to be born. It's just going to be a shorter period." The owl replied.

"As long as they are healthy..." Bama said. The owl nodded.

"Oh yes, two bucking sons, inverted male, and one double gifted." The doctor said. Bama and Peable both froze at that.

"What?" Peable whispered. The owl flustered his feathers a bit, moving the wand around.

"These two, that you see on the left, are clearly male... While it is hard to tell on here, this puppy seems to have both the internal and external organs... and the last puppy only has internal. Since... you are both male, or were born that way, the genes you passed on are... different than normal. In every since of the word, your children will come to represent you, a combination of your qualities." The doctor said. Bama turned to look at Peable in surprise, not sure what to expect. Peable seemed to be processing it for a long moment before he grinned.

"Our boys will be the most popular puppies on the school yard." Peable grinned. Bama sighed in relief before he grabbed Peable's head and kissed him deeply, feeling so relieved. As they kissed, the owl moved to clean up Bama's belly, collecting the lubricant and cleaning his fur before he put the equipment away and started to print out the ultrasound scans.

Bama and Peable were in another world, embracing each other fully, so very much in love. Bama's paws caressed Peable's stomach, then groin, finding a particularly large bulge there. Bama grinned, knowing what had happened. Peable's alpha male drive had kicked back into high gear learning that he had sired four very sexy sons, regardless of their specific anatomy. Bama couldn't wait to get home, he knew that some fun would be awaiting them, and there would be a lot more sounds that night than just ultrasounds.

****

Peable panted softly, his paw flying up and down his shaft, his legs spread, his shoulders pressed against the headboard of the bed. He had been working his shaft off for a few minutes already, edging back and keeping his orgasm at bay the whole time. His chest rose and fell with the lusty actions, but his eyes were boring through the wall to the bathroom on the other side of it.

"Just come out, Bama!" Peable said.

"No, I'm huge. I'm a whale." Bama protested.

"No, I'm huge, and you like me that way. What you are is pregnant. Come out here!" Peable demanded again.

"What if I pop?" Bama asked.

"It won't be the first time..." Peable murmured before he grinned, "The Doctor said sex could help bring on labor." He called out at full volume. There was a hesitation and then the door opened. Peable watched eagerly as he saw that furry white belly emerge, surrounded on the sides and back by copper red fur and black and white fuzz elsewhere. Bama was still almost half as tall as Peable, but his belly was at least the same size. Four huge puppies were maturing inside of him, on the verge of being born. Bama waddled from foot to foot, the weight so much to bear. Peable hopped off of the bed and moved to help Bama up onto the bed, getting him comfortable.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Bama asked, "I know I'm not very attractive." He said. Peable rolled his eyes.

"Stop talking like a girl, it's just the hormones. You are sexy, you are fertility incarnate. I love you completely. The big question is are you ready for this?" Peable asked. Bama considered for a moment before he nodded gently.

"Yes, yes I am. I've been so horny for you." Bama admitted.

"And I have been for you too." He replied. The huge bull terrier moved his already hard cock to Bama's groin, aligned their anatomy and began pushing in. Bama moaned, his back arching, the two writhing deeply.

Peable started to slide in and out, faster and steadier, keeping his acceleration steady. He was being more respectful and gentle than usual. Bama felt loved, but also a little left out. He tried to lift his hips to make it easier, but the weight of his belly pulled him down. Bama moaned, loving the feeling of the cock inside him. He clenched a bit, but he knew he had to find other ways of pleasuring his mate. Bama's paws reached up to squeeze and caress Peable's nipples, then his pecs, then a massage of the abs. Slowly, Bama began expanding his exploration of the body outwards, petting Peable's fur. Peable grunted in delight, moving to nuzzle Bama's neck.

Peable's nose sniffed and rooted at the fur, inhaling the musk and spice, his lips parting to lick the flesh. Peable loved Bama with all of his being and the feeling was mutual. The two exchanged their affections, working close and tight. Peable started to bump against the tight cervix, feeling the differences even to the first night he had learned Bama was pregnant. They had been on such a wild rollercoaster ever since. It had been a lot of shopping, a lot of publicity, a lot of classes... but at last they both felt ready, and it wasn't a moment too soon with the advanced stages of the pregnancy. Bama was likely to go at any time, and nothing was going to hold him back. The bags were packed, the car was ready, and Peable even had an app on his phone that would inform the doctors of the impending pregnancy if they got within a certain radius of the maternity ward and didn't turn it off.

Still, those things were on the back of their minds. After months of getting ready for their pregnancy, they were ready. Bama and Peable both were going to make perfectly fine fathers, and they knew it. All that was left was the reassurement that only a physical ac could provide. Their bodies caressed and rubbed, ground and linked. It was the sort of exchange two could share only if they were completely in live. Peable shuddered, feeling a particularly strong bond with Bama. He felt his knot swell a bit, but he pulled back so it swelled outside his mate. The last thing they needed to do was to trigger birth and then block the passage... But the movement, the swelling, it was all too much for the bull terrier. Peable moaned as his cock started to gush, spraying hot seed against the very sensitive cervix... a cervix that felt the cue. Bama suddenly gasped, his back arching... and then Peable felt it, the first contraction. Bama looked up at Peable with wide eyes.

"It's time..." he whispered.

"It's time." Peable said, his heart racing.

****

Bama moved out of the bedroom, wearing a specially fitted robe they had purchased two weeks earlier. It was comfortable, and best of all it was easy. As Bama moved toward the door, Peable ran around the apartment like a chicken with his head cut off. He had his pants on backwards, his shirt on inside out and his shoes were nowhere to be seen... but he had the paternity kit, he had his wallet, he had almost everything he needed... until he started circling, practically chasing his tail.

"Where are my keys?" Peable murmured, "My keys, how could I forget my keys?!" he asked in shock.

"Dear, relax. They are in the bowl by the door, where they always are." Bama said. Peable rushed to the bowl, withdrew them and sighed with relief.

"Thank you so much." He whispered. Bama chuckled, opening the door.

"Someone had to be the sensible one." He replied. Peable and Bama moved out into the hall, barely locking up before they headed down the hall. It was time.

****

What had started as a wonderful instinct and urge had quickly devolved into something far different: reality. Peable stood by Bama's bedside, dressed in pale blue scrubs, holding the paw of his lover as he bore down. The fox was drenched with sweat, panting, muttering, growling, barking and yipping. Bama hadn't experienced anything else like it before, both a mix of pain and pleasure, though he had told Peable in no uncertain terms that HE could carry the next batch of puppies. Peable grunted as Bama squeezed his massive hand, managing to squeeze it tighter than anything Peable had experienced.

"You are almost there, just a few more pushes... just one more puppy to go." The doctor said, reassuring Bama. Bama closed his eyes, bore down and pushed, whimpering, his claws flexing before his push ended and he panted desperately. He barely had a moment to catch his breath before another contraction hit; he bore down... and then came yet another muzzle from his depths. The owl reached down and withdrew the child, cutting the umbilical cord, handing the puppy off. Bama moaned before collapsing limp against the bed.

"You did it! You're all done!" Peable said, leaning down to kiss Bama before licking his head all over, slurping his fur. Bama sighed I relief, vaguely feeling the doctor cleaning him up down there before he was let loose of the stirrups. Bama took slow, deep breaths, recovering from everything... at least until they heard a batch of whimpering puppies, the sounds growing louder as the nurses returned. Peable gently sat on the edge of Bama's bed, his purple eyes widening.

The first puppy was wrapped in bright blue swaddling cloths. The nurse lowered the puppy onto Bama's lap and he cuddled the baby close, looking down, whimpering in delight. The puppy looked just like an English bull terrier, except that instead of Peable's black eye spot, the circle was red... and his ears were much fluffier. Next came a baby in a pink cloth, a little baby fox... except that a lot more of its fur was white. Peable accepted the second puppy, holding him close, looking up as a third was brought, this one in a blue set of cloths. Inside was a puppy that looked far more of a blend between the two. His muzzle was wide like Peable's, but his cheeks were rounded like Bama's. His eyes opened to reveal the deepest emerald green eyes any of them had ever seen before the baby whimpered and wriggled. And, at long last came a baby in purple cloths.

Bama moved the first child over to make room for the fourth, cuddling him close, gazing down. Another mix of the two, the fourth puppy had a fox muzzle and terrier ears, but his violet eyes were deeply inquisitive. He looked around his surroundings curiously before looking up at Bama and Peable before his tiny finger sized muzzle parted and he started to pant happily. Bama could feel his tiny tail trying desperately to wriggle inside of the cloth.

"They're so amazing..." Bama whimpered happily.

"And they're ours, all ours." Peable grinned, moving to kiss Bama. The two exchanged their loving embrace with full desire, their arms carefully cuddling their children to their chest. They had done it, they had made a family.

****

To say that life had returned to normal for Peable and Bama would have been a lie. The months following the birth had been anything but normal. They had also been anything but bad. Bama had made arrangements with his employers to work from home where he could keep an eye on his sons and not trust some stranger with them, while Peable worked hard to be the provider. The puppies were growing by leaps and bounds, and if their paw size was any indicator, they were going to be as large as their father.

The spare room had been turned into a half nursery, half office. The floor was littered with bottles and a specially purchased garbage can housed the excess flood of diapers. Still, Bama had gotten through his work quote for the day and all four puppies had been fed their bottles. He bounced them gently on his lap, gazing down at them with such love. Every apart of them had been conceived in love and raised with adulation. A shadow fell across the door as Peable appeared. Bama looked up with a grin.

"I didn't hear you get home." Bama admitted.

"I didn't want to wake anyone if they were sleeping." Peable replied.

"Anyone, or just the pups?" Bama smirked.

"Anyone, you deserve sleep just as much as our baby boys." Peable said, moving over, kissing his boyfriend gently.

"Well... aren't you the romantic." Bama smirked. Peable grinned a bit at that before he lowered to one knee slowly, reaching into his pocket. Bama was confused at first, but as Peable drew out a small red velvet box, he gasped. Peable eased open the box and revealed the ring inside. It had been custom designed with white and red gold side by side before the metal swapped around at the top, creating a frame for a paw shaped white diamond cut.

"Bama, I know I should have asked this sooner, but will you be my husband? Will you marry me? Will you grow old with me?" Peable asked. Bama sniffled before he nodded.

"Oh yes, yes!" he said, moving to kiss Peable, carefully keeping the babies balanced. Peable held onto Bama with one arm and the puppies with the other, kissing his mate, love filling his heart.

After some time, Peable slipped the ring onto Bama's finger and made sure it was secure before he helped Bama up, taking two of the babies. With each male holding two, they made their way back to the bedroom and climbed into the bed, making a protective barrier with their bodies as their sons were laid out on the mattress between them. Their tails wagged above their diapers as they cuddled into a puppy pile, feeling safe and secure... just as their fathers did.

Peable and Bama scooted a bit closer, feeling their sons against their stomachs. They leaned in to kiss each other, basking in their mutual love, reflecting on everything that had happened. For Peable, it seemed as if his life had been on a crazy ride to this inevitable point. He knew it might have been the serum, but his days as a straight man seemed so unfulfilled, so incomplete... Then by chance he'd befriended a gay man with the hots for him and the knowledge to make him gay... but it hadn't been enough.

By the same trick, he'd made Bama gay... but from that point on, they'd shared only the truth and love. Peable relived every sunset walk, every bowl of Craving Ice Cream, every movie, every laugh, every awkward potty break... and he knew his life was only going to get better. Peable kissed Bama deeper, their lips rubbing and their tongues tangling. Bama returned the kiss with such affection, one of his paws reaching to rub Peable's hip up and down as he relived everything himself.

It was still amusing to imagine Peable as the four foot tall terrier he'd been, but he'd made such a very handsome, very reliable seven foot mate. No matter what form Peable was in, he'd always been a friend, then more. Bama was glad that Peable was in such true love with him, it made it all seem worthwhile. He'd risked it all to change his friend into his lover, but he'd gotten more than he bargained for... And the more he thought about it, the more that child birth seemed like a fair trade... and getting to that point was certainly enjoyable, to say the least.

Bama grinned, kissing Peable more, moving to tweak his partner's nipples. Peable smirked at that, his ears quirking. Bama was already getting playful... That was a very good sign for things to come, a very good sign indeed. Peable broke the kiss and moved to lick and suck Bama's neck and Bama returned the favor, the two playing about all while their sons slept away, dozing peacefully, unaware just how much love awaited them in their future.