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Dog Day Afternoon - CHAPTER 6
By Beverly Taff
Thus our lives continued for the next month. Billy regularly serving me
and guarding me as our puppies grew within me. It was the start of the
second month that I really began to show!
At first I felt the odd tiny twitch inside me then eventually there
seemed to be a whole football match going on. I started to give little
gasps at odd times then sagged with delight, as the whole litter seemed
to rearrange themselves and send my belly into paroxysms of delight.
Billy would often sense my excitement and nuzzle my belly protectively.
Eventually, I started to show and Jack finally noticed. One quiet late
afternoon as the club was quiet and the restaurants had closed he
joined me behind the bar. I was stretching to change the drink
dispensers and he reached supportively to steady my. His hand brushed
against my tummy and he nodded knowingly.
"You're pregnant aren't you?"
I Gasped nervously and turned to face him as I nodded resignedly.
"I thought so. You're forgetting that I'm a doctor and I've been a
father twice myself. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
"No," I replied softly.
"Well why didn't you tell me? You're a partner in the club now. You can
take maternity leave if you wish. How far gone are you?"
I swallowed nervously. 'How could I tell him I was only one month gone
and only another month or so to go?' I asked myself. Cautiously I
replied. "I'm about half way."
"Mm, yes. About five months I should say. Do you want me to check you
over?"
Now came the crunch.
"No. Not yet, there are no complications."
Then Jack gasped as he remembered.
"Oh my God! But, you're a transsexual! You can't have babies; - can
you?" he added as uncertainty crossed his mind.
I nodded nervously as I replied.
"Well- Yes, sort of."
"What d'you mean!"
"It's a private thing. It's nothing to do with you. It's all about the
experiments in Africa."
He sensed I was reluctant and studied my concernedly.
"Don't you want to talk about it?"
"Not really," I replied, "I lied just now. There are some
complications." His expression softened as he spoke softly.
"It's best to talk. Troubles shared, are troubles halved. I can help
you, you know that."
"I can't. I just can't talk about it. Not now anyway."
He reached towards me and gave me a hug as he whispered.
"I won't talk to anybody about it. I know what it means to be betrayed.
Just look at me. Before I met my wife, my life as a tranny was hell. I
know all about betrayal and ridicule. This club- it's my salvation as
well as my business. Where would I be without this -and you?"
I knew Jack was right. His club -our club now shone like a beacon of
sanctuary to all that found their lives unbearable. I knew Jack to be
the very soul of discretion but this- this pregnancy of mine. How could
I tell anybody about it? Worse still how could I explain that I wanted
to have my pups. I would be certified insane and put away immediately.
How could anybody understand how I reconciled my transexualism with the
wonder of bringing forth life? I wanted to share that one essential
wonder with all natural mothers. Yes! I wanted my pups and I wanted to
know what motherhood was about. I decided to keep my counsel.
"Not now Jack. It's all too much at the moment. I'll tell you if
there's any problems, but for now, just let it lie. Don't tell anybody
I'm pregnant. Yes- there are complications; complications that you'll
never understand."
Jack's shoulders sagged slightly. He was a loving understanding gentle
man who was always prepared to help. God knows! Thousands of agonised,
sexually dysphoric souls had passed through his club-cum-clinic since
it had opened. Now his most trusted business partner was not prepared
to share her problems. Reluctantly he turned to leave with one last
word
"Well, when you need my help, and you will love; don't hesitate. Until
then take it easy. I don't want you miscarrying. When you're too far
gone to work, take some leave- as much as you like."
"Thanks Jack," I smiled as his heels clicked away down the corridor to
his office.
A few weeks later I was indeed 'too far gone to work'. Several times,
Jack had expressed his concerns and shook his head in confusion as he
watched my bump growing daily. I realised now that I was carrying a lot
of puppies. If I lay on the bed whilst they moved, my belly seemed to
ripple like a bag of grubs. I decided it was time to tell Jack. He was
getting really worried. He watched my bump growing with what, to his
human medical perceptions, seemed like alarming speed.
"Do you think it may be cancer or something? I really wish you'd let me
check you over," he asked me several times.
"No," I tried to reassure him. "There are just a few complications
resulting from the experimental implants."
I was slowly trying to prepare him for the shocking truth by vaguely
alluding to the experimental nature of my treatment. It was getting
more difficult though. My bump was growing enormously and everybody in
the club kept asking. It was no longer a secret. If ever the time to
'drop out' and disappear was needed, it was now!
I chose my moment as close to my time as I could. There could be no
going back on parturition now. The puppies were too far gone.
Cautiously I prepared the ground over the last weeks of pregnancy. One
afternoon, when things were really quiet, I invited Jack into my
apartment. He knew immediately that it was something important because
my apartment was sacrosanct.
Nobody but nobody was ever invited into my inner sanctum. It was my
secret secure place, the only place I could feel really safe. It was a
hangover from my childhood abuse in care. As Jack stepped cautiously
through the door, Billy let out a low warning growl.
"Quiet Billy!" I ordered.
Billy stopped growling but he moved closer to protect me - and his
investment! Jack looked at Billy and grinned as he extended a cautious
hand to stroke him. In the club, Billy was everybody's pet but here in
my apartment Jack knew it was different. Billy guarded me, and me
alone! As he approached the magnificent beast, Billy stood to place
himself between Jack and me. Jack grinned knowingly.
"He's definitely your dog isn't he?"
I nodded agreement and stroked Billy gently to reassure him that Jack
meant no harm. Billy relaxed and wagged his tail slightly as Jack
finally managed to touch the beautifully soft, shiny, black and tawny
coat. That broke the ice and in seconds Jack was giving Billy an
affectionate hug as he always did down in the club. With the
formalities over, Jack turned seriously to me as he asked softly.
"What is it love?" he asked concernedly.
"I think it's time that you knew the truth," I replied, "about this
bump."
I patted my massively swollen belly and flopped exhaustedly on the bed.
Billy settled beside me on the bed as Jack studied my lump.
"Is there something wrong with the baby then?"
"Not really. It's just that things are a bit different."
"What d'you mean?"
I took his hand and placed it on my bump. Within seconds the puppies
responded to the pressure. They all started to flip and kick in all
directions.
Jacks eyes widened with surprise and he whipped his hands away.
"My God! What's going on in there? It must be a multiple."
"Probably more than that," I replied softly.
"Have you been for a scan?" he asked.
"No. It's normal with puppies."
He looked puzzled for a few moments before the penny dropped and he
stared at me in shock.
"What! D'you mean you're having pu -?"
I nodded again as his jaw worked soundlessly with shock. Eventually he
found his voice again.
"But, but how? I mean -, it's not possible. You're a human!"
"Only parts of me Jack. It's the treatment in Africa. My girly parts
are pure Alsatian, pure bitch, to put it politely."
"Oh my God!" gasped Jack as he pulled his hand away. "You mean your
carrying puppies in there?"
I nodded again and his eyes fell on Billy.
"I suppose there's no need to ask who the father is."
I nodded again and Jack wagged his head in disbelief. Fortunately, Jack
was a very understanding, compassionate and tolerant man. The success
of the club was proof of that. Since his clinic had opened, he had
encountered the whole ambit of sexual dysphoria. Mine was just one more
to add to the file. He dragged up a chair and looked into my eyes. What
he saw convinced him.
"It's not just zoorotisism is it? You really want these babies don't
you?"
I nodded again as tears filled my eyes. Gently he took me hand as Billy
whined and rested his head on my tummy. He stroked Billy's head with
his other hand as the enormity of the situation began to fade and the
practical issued began to occupy him.
"You'll want to keep it secret then?"
"Of course," I sobbed.
"So you'll have to take leave of the club until this is all finished."
"I could have them here. Nobody ever comes up here, nobody would know."
"For how long?" pressed Jack?
"Well the pups are due in a couple of days."
"Shit! There's not much time!"
"There's not much to do. You could say I have gone away for tests and
when I come back declare that the pregnancy was false. It was a benign
ovarian cist or something, -a side effect of the drugs."
"Hmm, that sounds plausible," he agreed. "O.K. then we'll give it a go.
We'll go shopping this evening and get all the necessaries. Baby feed
bottles and stuff."
"We won't need those I confessed."
"Why?" He asked.
By way of an answer, I raised my maternity smock and flipped down the
waistband of my panties to reveal my eight swollen bitch nipples
already showing signs of lactation. As Jacks eyes widened in shock.
Billy sensed the tension and rose to protect me. Jack studied the
picture and grinned as he addressed Billy.
"Don't worry dad. I'm not going to hurt your investment."
Then he turned to me again.
"Is this why he's always been by your side lately?"
"Yes I whispered as I ruffled Billy's neck and he gently nosed my
exposed nipples. His wet tongue tickled me and I twitched self-
consciously. Jacks eyes widened questioningly.
"Are they erotic as well?"
I nodded embarrassedly as I tugged down the hem of my smock to preserve
what little modesty I could.
"My God Beverly, I could write a whole book about you."
"But you're not going to," I begged fearfully.
"Oh no. If there's one thing I've learned since I opened the clinic,
it's patient confidentiality."
I sagged with relief and Jack rose to leave. Billy looked up
expectantly and wagged his tail. My relief had somehow transmitted
itself his 'extra-sensory' awareness. Dog's seemed to have this thing,
or at least, my Billy did. As he reached the door Jack turned to me
again.
"Just promise me one thing Beverly."
"Go on," I replied cautiously.
"Make this the first and last litter. If I felt one puppy in there, I
must have felt a dozen. That's probably why you're so big."
I swallowed nervously.
`Hell! A dozen puppies! I only had eight bitch tits, - and two more
girly ones. Would they be enough? I asked myself.'
"Just take lots of rest and I'll do your shopping," were Jacks' last
words as he slipped away.
End of Chapter 7
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