A Proper Bitch
Author: Tobias Foxx
Title: A Proper Bitch
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: A husband helps his wife to explore and embrace her deepest fantasy.
Keywords: MMF, best/F, rape, nc, reluc, preg, inc, medical, xform
A Proper Bitch
I was forty-three at the time this story took place. I am happily, healthily male.
My hair is brown, mostly. There are a few shoots of grey, mostly around the temple. My
wife used to tell me it made me look "distinguished", but I knew she was just stroking my
ego. I am getting older, and I know it. She is too, but I would never say that to her face.
She is the most wonderful, beautiful female in the world, and she is my bitch.
Let me go back a bit. I met my wife when I was already into my thirties. I had
just started up my own practice and was still struggling to make ends meet. I'm a trained,
and well trained at that, plastic surgeon. I was mentored by the greatest of the great, the
best plastic surgeon in the world, my very own uncle. It is rumored he once put back
together a woman who had suffered third degree burns over her entire body, and no one
could even tell that such a tragedy had ever befallen her. To say that he is good at what
he does would be like comparing a novice metalworker to Hephaestus. To say that, after
his tutelage, I am good at what I do would be quite an understatement.
Anyways, I was struggling and had just come under a malpractice suit for a burst
implant. The idiot woman should have known that getting hit in the chest with a baseball
bat was not a good idea at the best of times, but do the lawyers care? Well, one did. She
was a one-time client of mine: a nose job to fix an old break from childhood. I tossed in
a few extra tweaks for free, just because she was such a nice girl. She was young
(twenty-something), brunette, bespectacled, and cute in a mousey sort of way. As it
turned out, she had just graduated from Harvard law and joined up with a cozy little firm.
She decided to give me a hand once she heard of my plight. She said it was the least she
could do after my amazing job.
She took my case, and what's more she won it. The judge ended up making a
ruling in my favor, in fact. That dumb bimbo had to pay me for the time lost during the
trial, pay my legal expenses, and then still came back to me and paid for me to fix her
now-lopsided breasts. I was absolutely amazed at the fire contained in that mousey little
lawyer of mine. Absolutely amazed. I asked her out to diner. She accepted. A year
later, we were married. Ten and a half happy years we had together, and the trial gave
me more publicity than I could ever have dreamed of. She became a partner in her firm,
making cases that drew in millions, even billions. I made at least as much as she per
client, working the hottest celebs in Hollywood in the most discrete of manners.
Of course, no one goes through ten years of marriage, especially people in high-
pressure careers like ours, without working through a few kinks, particularly in the
bedroom. I found out, about five years in, that to make my wife squeal like a little
schoolgirl, all I had to do was be a little forceful. Well, not forceful per se... but
Dominant. This strong, intelligent, attractive female who faced down the biggest sharks
in her business on a regular basis loved being treated like a little sex toy and nothing
more. I was never really a Master kind of guy, nor cruel in any way, so it never went
very far. I'd tell her what I wanted and she would do it, a little light bondage every now
and then. Sometimes, when I was feeling particularly horny, I'd take her when she
walked in the door, strip her naked right there with the door still hanging open, and fuck
her until I came. I made sure she came at least twice before I did, but I know she would
have come regardless if I thought about it or not. I was just the considerate type.
One particular fantasy that she had always wanted but never tried was to be raped.
It's understandable why she would never attempt nor tempt such a thing. A horrific
experience at the best of times, soul shattering at the worst. The twist was, she wanted to
be raped by, of all things, a dog. It was a dream she had, when she was fourteen and just
coming into herself and her sexuality. She only spoke of it once or twice during our
marriage, but she spoke so passionately about it that it made a deep impression. I even
tried a bit of puppy role-play with her, just to see if I could draw out a bit of her inner
bitch. I found it more comical than arousing, however, even though she gave me the
wildest sex of my life the few times we did that.
Anyways, the dream was this. She had just been in a car crash and was out in the
woods all alone, stumbling around, trying to find help. She kept hearing something
behind her and would turn and see an enormous mastiff, sniffing at her, growling slightly.
She turned to run but fell suddenly to all fours. Looking back at herself, she found that
her legs had become those of a canine, complete with paws, a tail hanging over her rump.
She could smell the male behind her as it slowly approached. She tried to run away, but
she was unused to running in such a way and her legs became tangled. She fell, landing
with her chest against the ground, nose buried in the loam, rump lifted to the sky.
The male wasted no more time. His forepaws wrapped around her waist. His
hips bucked against hers, and she could feel the tip of his shaft as it bumped against her
rear, smearing his pre across her furless skin. She struggled to rise, but his teeth clamped
about her neck, a deep growl rumbling in his chest. She froze, fearful of what he would
do. And at that moment, he found his mark, driving his shaft into her dry pussy. He was
massive, bigger than anything she had ever had inside of her before. She could feel his
tip slamming against her cervix as he drove into her, and he wasn't even hilted. She
screamed and wept, her voice coming out in howls and yelps, like the bitch she had
become. He cared not one whit for her complaints.
He fucked her as only a dog can: brutal, hammering strokes coming at a pace she
couldn't begin to measure. He seemed to grow thicker with each thrust, his cock
swelling to stretch her raw, sore walls to the limit, his copious pre barely lubricating his
swift, harsh strokes. Her cries were relegated to a low, pained whine as his cock grew
even more, battering her cervix, weakening the barrier to her womb as the base of his
shaft began to thicken. She could feel his knot battering against her vulva. She tried to
escape once more, but only received a bite to the neck for her trouble. He licked at the
blood that dribbled from the wounds.
He paused momentarily, and she gave a sigh, hoping it was over, but it wasn't,
not by far. His hindquarters shifted, drawing his rump closer against her, the velvet fur of
his stomach rubbing against her back. His haunches tensed and he began again, his
bulbous shaft driving even deeper. His strokes were short and slow now, forcing his
pointed tip against the barrier to her innermost sanctum, slamming against it, intending to
pierce it come hell or high water. She screamed as he forced himself into her bleeding
tunnel, drawing out only half way before powering in again. She could feel blood
dripping down her legs from her torn walls.
Then pain, like no other ever before and his knot battering at the entrance of her
stretched tunnel. He had broken into her womb. His pace sped up once more, jack
hammering into her baby-maker. With a last, powerful thrust, he slammed his softball-
sized knot into her, tying with his new bitch, locking them together as he tore her
entrance and ravaged her womb. He continued to thrust, pulling against her as his knot
began to swell even more within the burning confines of her abused pussy. She screamed
as she came, suddenly, without warning, her entire body spasming around that rock hard
shaft of dog meat.
That seemed to be his cue. She felt him spurting his boiling seed directly into her
womb, filling her to the brim. After a few moments of continued thrusting, he
dismounted, turning to stand butt to butt with her in the traditional position. She
remained as she was, her plump breasts pressed against the scratching leaf litter, ass held
high by the dick locked inside her cunt. She could do nothing but whimper as
aftershocks of pure pleasure jolted through her body with each pump of his seed into her
unwilling body. After an endless time, his knot eventually deflated, allowing him to pull
free. It tore her further, despite the earlier stretching, a torrent of spunk and blood
flooding down her legs.
She collapsed. As she faded into unconsciousness, she felt his tongue lapping at
the mess on her backside. She awoke to bright sunlight. Looking down at herself, she
saw that she still had the form of a furless bitch. And her stomach... Her stomach was...
swollen? She ran a paw-hand over it, feeling the row of nipples that lined her taught
tummy. That bastard mutt had raped and impregnated her. And she had loved every
second of it... And that was how the dream ended.
Needless to say, I found this incredibly erotic. Still, it did not seem something
safe to try, and it was physically impossible for a dog to impregnate a human. So over
the course of ten years of wild sex, nothing like that was ever done. But that was about to
change. Our ten-year anniversary was coming up, six months away. I had planned
something special beyond anything else we'd ever done. It had taken three years of
planning to get everything ready, but I had done it. Things between us would never be
the same again. During those three years, I turned the basement of our two-story home
into a second operating theater, complete with everything I would need. I called in favors
from the two people I would need most for this to work.
One was a tattoo artist/amateur pornographer. The other was a veterinarian I had
known back in med school. The tattoo artist, who I'll call Dave, was the one who had
spawned my plan in the fist place. He had come into me with his girlfriend. He wanted
her turned into a cat girl, like in animes. He had already tattooed her entire body in a
lovely fur pattern. All he needed were a few physical improvements. The girl was
willing and healthy, so I agreed. Luckily, skeletal reconstruction and muscular
restructuring are two of my specialties, so it was little problem to do what he wanted.
She needed a muzzle, barely protruding from her face, nice big kitty cat ears, a tail, and a
bit of manipulation to her feet. All but the tail I could do with relative simplicity. The
last was a special addition designed by said artist himself. It consisted essentially of a
long, flexible cable, with wires that attached to the spine and muscles of the lower back to
manipulate the false limb in the same manner that a real animal would do so. When I
finished, a very cute, very sexy young woman was turned into an extremely sexy,
lithesome little sex kitten.
The vet, who I'll call Robert, was the one I needed most though. If push came to
shove, I could always get the tattooing done later, but there were things I needed trained
medical hands for. He was the easiest to convince, however. They say friends help you
move, but only real friends help you move bodies. I fell into that last category. We had
kept into contact ever since we parted ways after med school and he was more than
willing to finally pay off his debt. He even helped me with the planning and acquiring a
few special items I would need. Luckily, he also owned a large ranch out in the country
and several large dogs, including a male mastiff. He even helped me move my home
surgery over to his ranch and set everything up. It was perfect.
Six months from our anniversary, everything was prepared. I told her to take the
time off. Six months just for us. She could do it perfectly fine, being a partner. If they
needed anything, she could telecommute. I had no problems taking the time off either.
As I said, we were both rather successful and had no need for anything. She readily
agreed, considering the importance of this event. I told her we would take a trip across
the country; just wander wherever our hearts led, with a first stop at an old friend's ranch.
That first stop, of course, was actually our only stop, but I didn't let her in on that little
secret. I called ahead to Robert to make sure everything was prepped and all my samples
were still fresh and healthy. We would need the extra mammary glands I had grown, the
muscle grafts, and the tongue extension if it were all to work properly. The skin grafts
were mostly for emergency use, in case the tattooing went badly, but I wanted them fresh,
just in case. Everything was fine, and so off we went.
It took most of a day to reach the ranch. As we neared it, I slipped my wife a bit
of anesthetic in her drink, to knock her out. She was out cold by the time we pulled up.
Robert helped me shuffle her out to the barn and set things up. I started right away,
putting her on an anesthetic drip to keep her out. The hardest part were the legs, of
course. Her legs had to be almost completely reconfigured. Thighs shortened, calves cut
almost in half, big toe removed entirely, heel extended upwards, requiring all those pesky
foot bones to be lengthened as well. It was an exhaustive surgery, taking until past noon
the next day, but once it was done, I was very pleased with the results. She would have
to stay off of them for a few weeks to let them heal, but that wouldn't be a problem. I
was well stocked up on various drugs to ensure she was unaware of what had transpired
until we were ready for the show. I even went so far as to insert hard rubber pads beneath
the skin of her remaining toes and the ball of her foot. It would allow her to more
comfortably and safely walk on bare feet, especially after the skin calloused over it.
For the sake of simplicity, I also did her hands, removing a knuckle from each
finger and putting hard plastic claws on the ends, as well as inserting pads on fingers and
palm. The part I loathed most was having to remove her beautiful breasts. Double Ds, so
plump and utterly suckable. I could nibble them for days and never get tired. In fact, I
had a few times, leaving bite marks that remained for weeks afterwards. Unfortunately,
for the illusion to be complete, those lovely sacks of flesh had to go. It was with much
regret that I lopped them off, removing her mammary glands as well. It is little known
fact that all mammals have milk lines that run down the entire front of their bodies,
humans included, even males. So, her breasts weren't truly gone, just moved. I used the
fat and flesh from her breasts to help make eight new ones, implanting her old
mammaries and six new ones that I had grown. I took great pains to ensure that each was
exactly the same size and that each nipple was firmly placed in the exact center of each
one. I wanted her to be perfect.
Last came her head and face. I would miss her beautiful face almost as much as
those plump tits, but... Bone grafts helped elongate her face, giving her a proper muzzle.
Electrolysis took care of removing all of her hair. Skin grafts were used to give her long,
floppy ears. I fiddled with the muscles a bit to give her some control over them after
rerouting her aural canal a bit further up on her skull. Her tongue was extended, and a
dark pad was added under her nose at the end of her snout. I went so far as to implant
fake whiskers as well. The muscle tissue I had grown was used to give her control over
her new canine muzzle, so she could work it like she had her human face after a bit of
relearning the musculature. Finally, I implanted her tail. It was tricky work, getting the
musculature and alignment correct, but I'd already had practice with the tattooist's
girlfriend.
After three days of heavy sedation, she was done. I moved her over to
hallucinogens, both to make her more receptive and to ensure she was unaware of what
was going on. The tattoo artist, who I'll call James, arrived two days later, after she had
been given some time to heal up. It took him two days to give her a full body tattoo,
covering every square inch of her luscious form with black, brown, and white, turning her
into a spotted pit bull, including her sensitive areolas and her juicy little pussy. I wanted
her to look as real as possible, just in case anyone saw her. If anyone got a good enough
look to realize she was a very odd looking dog, we had concocted a story of animal abuse
and rescue to soothe them. Unless someone came right up to her, they would never know
she hadn't started life as a bitch.
I kept her quiet and out of things for a month before checking to make sure things
were healing nicely and tightening up her tendons, adding in a few wires where
necessary, to make sure she could never stand upright again, and could only move in
ways that normal dogs could. She was an avid yoga practitioner and could quite easily
lick herself out, so I wasn't worried in the slightest about flexibility. Two more months
with hypnotics, making her live like a dog while she was completely unaware of herself,
fucking her daily in every hole and sharing her with my two accomplices, and it was the
big day. It was an amazing thrill, knowing that I would finally be fulfilling my wife's
deepest, darkest fantasy.
I took her off the drugs a few days prior and gave her cleaners, to ensure that her
mind was clear and her body sound. She had been preconditioned to remember having
been in a wreck whilst on the way to the ranch, and so a few simple key words were
enough to put her out and set the wheels spinning. We wrecked the car a few miles south
of the farm, out in the forest, and left her lying naked and doggish nearby. We made sure
to rub her down with fluids from his bitch in heat, coating her both inside and out, to
ensure she smelled right for his dogs. I made sure to inject her womb with the canine
eggs we had harvested as well. We released the dogs a mile further towards the ranch.
Wireless video cameras had been set up all throughout the forest. We would have front
row seats for my wife's rape and impregnation.
I had no idea where I was when I woke up. I was groggy, woozy. I hurt all over.
As bright sunlight filtered past my closed eyes, I recalled the screech of tires, the crash. I
jolted awake, lifting myself up on my hands and looked around. I saw the car, twisted
around a tree, both doors hanging open. I must have crawled from the car. I called for
my husband, or tried. I bit my tongue and the sounds that came out all wrong. I suddenly
realized that my face seemed to be very wrong. My nose grew out to hide most of the
lower half of my vision, and was tinted a brown that was impossible even with a dark tan.
I raised my hand to touch it and, with dawning horror, realized that something was
VERY wrong here. My hand... my hand was not a hand. My fingers were too short, and
my thumb was nearly non-existent. Hard pads covered the tips of my fingers and my
palm, and hard, canine nails protruded where my fingernails should have been. And my
hand was white, a pure, pristine white that years without sun could not achieve. The
white turned to brown about half way up my forearm, along the outside at least, trailing
up to cover my shoulders and flow down my back. The white continued up along the
inside to cover my chest and stomach. My breasts! My breasts were gone! Instead I
had... eight... EIGHT?!? eight nipples along my stomach topping small mounds. And
my legs... My panic was nearly fully fledged when I saw my legs, and I truly realized
what I was. I was a bitch. A female dog. My tail was tucked between those animal legs.
I could feel it quivering against my pussy lips.
That was when I noticed the smell that seemed to pervade the area. It was musky,
strong, almost like wet dog, but... I knew it was something else. It was the smell of a
bitch in heat. The baying I heard from the surrounding forest only confirmed my fears. I
tried to stand, forgetting that I was a bitch, and fell flat on my face, my legs unable to
work the way I was used to. I took a moment to collect and calm myself. I was stark
naked and alone in a forest with no clue where I was nor how I had gotten there... and I
looked and smelled like a bitch in heat. The panic rose inside me again. There was a
tremendous crashing in the underbrush and a pair of enormous dogs appeared, tails
wagging happily as they looked at me. I stood on all fours and attempted to run. I knew
what would happen next. Unfortunately, just like in my nightmare, after running only a
short distance, my legs tangled, and I fell flat on my face, chest scraped by the sticks and
twigs that littered the ground.
I whimpered as I felt a cold nose sniffing at my rump and attempted to stand,
earning myself a growl and a nip. I jumped as those sharp teeth pinched the skin of my
rear but otherwise was still, face buried in the earthy-smelling loam, ass in the air, legs
spread, tail high, just like a good bitch, presenting myself for my canine rapists. The first
nose was joined by a second, both concentrating their investigation on my exposed slit.
Long, agile, canine tongues flicked out, battling each other for a taste of me juicy cunt.
They pulled back as battling turned to fighting. I took the opportunity to dart away as
they scuffled. Unfortunately, they decided that preventing my escape was more
important than deciding who had first dibs on mating their new bitch. I felt claws on my
back after only a few paces, a weight crashing down on me. I fell once more, face in the
dirt as paws hugged my hips, a hard canine cock jerking against my rump, splattering my
cheeks with pre.
My prayers that he would not find my entrance were short lived. That pointed
canine cock speared into my entrance, spreading me painfully wide. I felt him shift on
my back, bringing himself closer, the velvet fur of his stomach rubbing almost erotically
across my rear. And then he began again. He slammed forward, and I felt something tear
inside of me before a sudden spurt of pain jolted through me. My hymen? I had a
hymen? He had torn straight through it and slammed into my cervix. He jack hammered
into me, wasting no time in breeding his bitch. I grunted and whimpered with each
pounding thrust, feeling him swell further within me, my walls already sore from the
friction tearing as his shaft reached mythical proportions. It felt like he had to be bigger
than my forearm, and about as long. I could not even feel the sack I knew must be
swinging between his legs, his large balls heavy with seed to impregnate me. But I did
feel a thickness forming at the base of his shaft as he raped me, and I began to cry.
My sobs turned to a scream as he gave a violent thrust, finally breaking through
my cervix, hilting himself, that thickness at his base tearing my entrance as it slammed
home, his balls swinging to smack against my clit. I could feel blood leaking down my
legs as he moved forward once more. He ripped himself free, eliciting another scream,
then slammed home once more, resuming his pistoning into my innermost sanctum, his
pre spurting to coat the walls of my womb and ready it for the torrent of seed that would
soon follow. I felt his knot growing wider as he forced it in and tore it loose, his balls
continuing to slap against my clit with each thrust, shooting sharp spikes of pleasure
through me. Eventually it grew too large to fit and simply banged against my torn
entrance until he gave another violent thrust into me. I screamed again as I came,
clenching tight around him, milking that doggy dick for all it was worth. I did not even
care when he bit my neck, feeling the first shot of canine seed hit the back of my uterus.
He stayed on my back for a while, holding my neck, growling as he spurted into
me. It seemed an eternity before he released me, licking up the blood that seeped form
my neck, and turned to stand ass to ass. His thick knot kept him tied to me, his seed
slowly filling my womb. I lay there panting and moaning for perhaps an hour before he
pulled free, nearly cumming again each time he pulled against me, his knot stretching my
cunt lips wide, pressing hard against my g-spot, pulling my entire body back a few inches
before he relented. His cock came free with a loud slurp, letting a gush of doggy cum
and my own blood run down my inner thighs. Trembling, I tried to stand only to be
forced back against the ground. I had forgotten about the second dog.
He was no less gigantic than his friend, nor any gentler, though his knot grew
more swiftly. I was forced to endure my second rape, his knot ripping in and out of my
torn hole, the first dog moving around to stand sideways in front of me. He looked down
and growled, his still erect shaft hanging free in front of my face, covered in our mingled
fluids and my blood. I knew what he wanted, and lifted myself enough to bring my face
level with it. It was hard to maneuver my new muzzle and long tongue, but I learned
quickly, and soon was sucking him off like a pro. I felt his knot grow once more as he
turned and mounted my face, fucking into my throat with pure abandon. I gagged and
choked as that massive shaft, only slightly smaller than I had estimated, pounding my
esophagus. His claws dug into my shoulders as his partner dug into my hips, his knot
growing too large to escape the tight grasp of my cunt. They came almost
simultaneously, filling me from both ends, sparking my own orgasm, nearly drowning in
doggy cum as the first knotted inside my muzzle, stretching my lips wide around that
enormous knot.
The second dog did not dismount me as the first had, simply continued humping
against me, fucking me even as he came. I panted and moaned around the cock in my
mouth as I waited for both their knots to go down. After half an hour or so, they had both
relaxed enough to pull away. The dog in my mouth growled as my jaw cramped, causing
my sharp teeth to graze his shaft. I received another nip for that, and then they both stood
over me. I wondered what was going on until they both raised a leg, angling those angry
red monsters at me. I closed my eyes and covered my muzzle when they released twin
streams of pungent urine, coating me from nose to tail tip in their scent, marking me as
their bitch. Once they were done, they forcibly rolled me onto my back and battled once
more to lick the blood and cum from my poor abused cunny. I was completely
humiliated by the third orgasm that ripped through me. It was only as I came down that I
noticed the two men standing nearby. It was my husband and the friend we had been
coming to visit. I could only whimper as they came over to kneel by me.
"Looks like your boys found a playmate," my husband observed, reaching down
to rub my stomach. I quivered as his hands brushed over the eight tender, sensitive
nipples found there, tweaking and pinching each one. "Wonder who her owner is."
Robert reached towards my throat and I heard a soft jingle. "Her tag just says her
name is Karen."
"Karen, huh?" I moaned when my husband's hand ventured further downwards,
rubbing over my sore, sodden mound, a finger slipping inside me to be gripped tight by
my torn walls. "Looks like this bitch is in heat and wants more. You wanna do the
honors?"
I let out a pleading whimper, but Robert simply stood and dropped his trousers
before shifting to kneel between my legs, rubbing his erect cock against my tenderized
slit. He rammed in, just as hard and brutal as his dogs, only more so because his thrusts
were slower. He hammered into me, pulling back to just the tip before slamming home
once more, smashing the brutalized lips of my cunt. I moaned and squirmed beneath
him, cumming on his cock before he was even half done. He leaned down over me,
supporting himself on his hands as he bit my throat, raping me harder. I could feel
myself tearing anew, bleeding on him, just like a bitch would, showing him my
willingness and pleasure by squeezing his shaft inside of me, whining as it withdrew only
to drive home once more. I came twice more before he came inside of me, his seed
mixing with that of the dogs.
My husband was next. He forced me back onto all fours, holding tight to the
collar I had only just realized was around my neck, twisting to choke me when I tried to
lower my forequarters, arms trembling to support me as he raped me from behind. I
came again and again, more orgasms than I had ever experienced in so short a time in my
entire life. I really was a bitch in heat, prime for rutting. My cunt clenched tight around
him each time, milking his cock, urging him to spill his seed inside of me, to impregnate
me, to make puppies in my womb. He pulled back hard on the collar as he came inside
of me, choking me, forcing my head back as far as my neck would allow just to get a
breath. I came harder than ever before, stars filling my vision.
I must have passed out, because the two were talking about me when I came to
again. I could barely understand what they were saying, and when they noticed me
moving, they stopped. My husband knelt by my head, cupping my cheeks and rubbing
his hand over my head.
"Well, Karen," he told me. "You're one lucky bitch, because I've decided to
adopt you. You'll stay here with Robert and his boys for a while until I can get my house
all fixed up for you, but then you'll come home with me. Doesn't that sound nice?"
After a brief hesitation, I pushed my tongue from my muzzle to lick his cheek and
hand. He patted me again the clicked a leash onto my collar and moved off, tugging at
the leash. I stood on shaky legs. My cunt was on fire and every step burned. I knew I
was no longer bleeding, but it felt like I had been through a week of hard-core rough sex
instead of just a few hours. I was on the verge of collapse when we finally reached the
ranch, though I had gotten almost used to walking on all fours. It seemed almost natural,
like I had been meant for it. They put me in the kennel with Robert's other dogs for the
night. I did not get a single wink of sleep, raped repeatedly by every single one of the
twelve males. The female on the other side of the fence whined and whimpered the
entire time. I was not sure if she felt sorry for me or was just jealous that I was getting so
much cock and she was getting none.
My husband left me there for a week. After the first two days, I cannot honestly
say that it was rape any more. The dogs were vicious and brutal, they bit me and
scratched, they tore me open each time they knotted me, and they cared not one whit for
my pleasure. A few times, I didn't even come, but by the end of the day I had passed out
at least a few times during all the fucking from cumming so hard, one dog replacing the
other without my even knowing. By the third day, I was presenting myself willingly,
even trying out new positions. It was hard to ride them in my new body, but I managed
both cowgirl and reverse, slamming myself down onto those rock hard cocks. I even
took a few up my ass, but only for one day. I was so sore afterwards, and my ass hole
refused to close properly for almost a full day, that I decided not to do it again.
When my husband came back for me, I leapt up to lick at his face and hands,
greeting him like a proper bitch, despite being tied ass to ass with the biggest of the dogs,
his massive knot tugging at my cunt lips and making me cum as I danced on my hind
legs. It was with regret that I was led from the kennel. The boys howled and barked as I
was led away, and I barked back, promising them I would return soon. Robert gave me a
checkup, then a bunch of shots, including one directly into my cunt that he said would
tighten me back up and help me heal. He had my husband fill out a bunch of paperwork,
and they shook hands at the end. Robert congratulated my husband on adopting such a
beautiful bitch but warned him that I was not spayed and may be pregnant after being in
heat and stuck with his boys for so long. He had not had the heart to take from such a
beautiful girl the joy that every bitch should receive: having puppies.
My husband... no, my Master, let me sit in the passenger seat of his new SUV as
he drove us home. I rested my head in his lap, and he petted me the whole way. The
house was much different than I remembered. Our backyard had a fifteen-foot high
privacy fence, and the inside had been essentially childproofed, catches on the doors well
above my new reach and locks on the cabinets that my clumsy paws could not work. I
had a doggy mattress at the foot of Master's bed, which I happily lay on. Before he let
me sleep though, he pulled me onto the bed, tied my paws spread wide, and took me hard
and fast until he was exhausted. It was just like I had always wanted from him. I did not
even cum, I was so sore from the last week of doggy fucks, but I did not care. Master
loved me, and I knew it, even as he shoved me off the bed onto my mattress.
I did not realize I was pregnant until I missed my period. Master fucked me
almost every day and so I thought it was him that had knocked me up. Only the speed
with which my stomach grew made me think otherwise. Master took me to Robert for a
checkup, and he told us I was pregnant with a fine, healthy litter of puppies. I was
overwhelmed, but I knew Master must have planned this, just as he had planned my
transformation. The breasts along my stomach swelled with milk as the second month
drew to a close, and Master took to milking me every night to help relieve the pressure,
bottling it by the quart. I am not sure what he did with it after that, but I think he sold it
to a health food store that we used to frequent. I saw a delivery boy carrying away a case
one time. He saw me and waved, but I barked at him and he scurried off. He thought I
really was just a pregnant bitch.
Near the end of the third month, my water broke. Master rushed me over to
Robert's ranch. The labor was surprisingly short and easy, but then again, my cervix and
cunt were designed to birth humans and puppies were so much smaller. Seven healthy
little boys and girls nestled against my stomach, suckling from my teats, and I simply
glowed with motherly affection. I heard Master and Robert talking about breeding me
with the boys. I could not help but wag my tail at the thought. It would be completely
humiliating and degrading, forced to be a breeding bitch for my own children, but I knew
I would love ever second of it. I only hoped they gave my girls the same pleasure.
Robert decided to keep four of the seven, leaving Master with two males and a bitch, one
boy for both of his girls.
Our vacation time was about over by then, and he had me call into the office. I
told them I had been in an accident during our vacation and would no longer be able to
work. They let me work from home as a consultant, with a salary bonus even. A few
wanted to come by, and some did, but Master made sure to answer the door, and I made
sure to hide in the bedroom until they left. Our life went on as though it had never been
any different. Master continued his practice. I worked for my law firm from home. And
each night, I would be fucked until I passed out by Master and my sons, and sometimes
Master would fuck my daughter and let my boys have me, and sometimes Master would
have me while my sons took my daughter. After a time, Master even took me to get real fur
instead of only having tatoos all over. It was a wonderful life, and my beautiful boys
gave me several more litters before Master decided he wanted to breed me himself. My
beautiful human daughter grew up, never knowing the family dog was her mother until
she reached her teens, though I could see some of my own predilections within her as I
watched her grow.
To be continued...?
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