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Dog Day Afternoon - Chapter 8
By Beverly Taff
The last few days of my pregnancy passed quietly. Jack checked upon me
regularly and was tickled pink to learn about Billy's hygienic toilet
habits.
"You mean he actually flushes the pan as well?" he chuckled.
"Absolutely. No more dirt or disease in this flat. The place is as
clean as a whistle." I added.
"Yes, now you mention it, it is. But you always were a stickler for
cleanliness. This place is like a pin in paper. There's no loose hair
or anything. You keep him spotless and I noticed the other day that the
back lawn was looking cleaner. Have you taught him anything else
besides the toilet? If he washes the dishes as well, I could put him on
the staff"
"Behave yourself!" I giggled. "I - Oooh! Aahh!"
Suddenly I felt a strange twist in my lower belly and turned to Jack.
"Aah. I think this is it. You shouldn't have made me laugh!"
"You are probably having a contraction. Get on the bed," ordered Jack.
I did not need ordering! I was already swaying towards it. I flopped
down and Jack quickly went into action as his medical knowledge clicked
into gear. He knew all there was to know about human childbirth and he
had prepared for any eventuality he could foresee. We both knew however
that there could be serious complications and Jacks concern was
apparent in his eyes. He prepared my bed with a large waterproof sheet
then extra sheets and towels.
"Get undressed please, and let me have a look at you," he requested.
Another contraction beset me and I grunted as I tried to undo my loose
pregnancy smock.
"Here, d'you want me to help?"
"Yes please," I croaked as the pain eased."
"How far apart are they?" he asked.
"Heck I don't know. That was only the second one. It's less than a
minute. You should know, you're the bloody doctor!"
Jack ignored my outburst. I was behaving like any pregnant woman
wanting to blame the nearest male for the pain.
Quickly he stripped me and placed a sheet over me to assuage my modesty
then he returned to the business end. I let out another squeal as third
contraction overtook me and suddenly a large tawny head appeared at my
side. Jack gulped nervously and blanched as Billy's eyes glowed.
"Can't you get rid of him or something?"
"Why?" I responded. "They are his puppies."
"He doesn't look very happy."
I stroked Billy and reassured him that Jack meant no harm. Eventually,
my partner's tail started to wag. Jack shook his head and smiled
stupidly.
"O.K. He seems happy but I don't think he'll be much help. It's a vet
we'll need if anything goes wrong. What do I know? I'm only the
doctor!"
"You can treat the woman part of me," I panted, "the bitch part will
just have to run its course. Ooww! There goes another contraction. Get
on with it!" I gasped.
Jack shrugged his shoulders and his head disappeared under the sheet
between my thighs. I felt his hands checking my secret places then I
felt a sudden urge to push.
"Ooohh! I think I'm starting!" I gasped again.
Jacks voice was slightly muffled under the sheet but I made out the
gist of it.
"You have started, there's one arrived already. Heck! That was quick.
Did you feel much pain?"
"I. - No, nothing, nothing at all. Bit of stretching, that's all. It's
the contractions that hurt not the bearing down."
"Well that's good. The actual parturition should be easy. You were
right about the puppies being small. There's no strain on your pelvis
or cervix."
There was a slight whimper from under the sheet and Billy let out an
anxious bark as he went to investigate the strange noise.
"Get away you big lummox!" scolded Jack.
I peered down my swollen belly to see two heads bobbing about under the
sheet. Then Jack spoke again.
"OK then, you lick it clean."
"What's going on?" I demanded.
"It's this stupid dog, he's got his nose right in the way and he's
licking the first pup clean.
"That will stimulate it. He must know instinctively. Licking the pups
stimulates them to suckle. I read that in the veterinary manuals. Take
the sheet off so that I can see."
Jack's head emerged with a grin as he held up the tiny newborn.
"It's a girl."
"How do you know? I was declared a boy when I was born!"
"Yes, well, there's no knowing really is there?" He grinned.
I didn't have time to reply as the urge to push returned.
"Ooohh I'm pushing again. Lookout!"
Jack pulled back the sheet and placed the first puppy in my arms. It
was still damp but not blood stained. Billy had already cleaned it up.
I gave it to Billy to sniff again and he deftly gripped the tiny mite
in his jaws.
"What are you doing?" I giggled.
"He seems to know better than us. Let him have it." Observed Jack as he
held up the second arrival.
I released the first puppy and Billy gently deposited it on my belly.
The tiny bundle immediately attached itself to one of my bitch nipples
and started to suck eagerly. Billy sniffed it then took the second one
from Jacks hands and started to lick that one clean. The second puppy
had difficulty staying on my rounded belly and Jack studied me
thoughtfully.
"Can you roll over onto your side?"
"Why?" I gasped as the third push started.
"The pups will be able to access your tits better. They want to suckle
as soon as they are able. That is as soon as Billy has cleaned them."
I made a wry expression as I pictured myself producing a litter of pups
exactly like a bitch but I realized Jack was making sense. As if to
prove his point, the second pup scrabbled painfully with his sharp
little claws and dug into my belly to get a grip as he struggled to
remain attached to my bitch tits.
"Ouch!" I squeaked as I supported the tiny mite. Lying on my side meant
I saw less of the pups actually emerging but those little claws already
hurt!
With Jacks help, I reluctantly rotated and brought up my thighs to
present my nether regions sideways. Jack and Billy now attended to my
business end with me utterly unable to see what was happening. I now
felt somewhat detached from the proceedings and I began to feel like
some sort of breeding machine. I felt just like a queen bee or more
similarly, a termite queen, utterly detached from the production end as
nurse ants busied themselves with my nether parts.
The process then started to accelerate and within an hour I had
produced thirteen pups. Billy had gently placed each one in the curve
of my belly until the last one was delivered. Jack now told me had had
to be sure my business end was empty. I felt totally humiliated as he
probed deep within my most intimate center with a scope to check that
nothing remained. I had to confess however that he was gentle and
tactful.
Eventually he declared me empty and stood to gape mesmerised at the
site of me lying naked with thirteen greedy puppies squabbling to feed
off my ten tits. Billy had simply settled on the bed behind me with his
magnificent head resting on my waist as his deep brown eyes surveyed
the result of our lovemaking. I savoured Billy's thick warm coat
keeping my back warm.
With the situation stabilized, I caught Jacks bemused expression.
"What are you so uptight about?" I snapped.
"Nothing. I- It's just- well thirteen. Heck! Oh never mind. Is there
anything you want?"
"A cup of something would go nicely."
Jack returned top the kitchen and returned grinning with a mug of
sweet, milky tea and some biscuits. Once again he studied the picture
of me with thirteen pups squabbling over my tits.
"I just don't know what to say. How do you feel now? You seem to have
had an easy time. The pups being much smaller than a human infant, I
mean."
I rose up on my elbow and took the proffered mug. Then we studied the
suckling pups together in thoughtful silence. Eventually Jack spoke
again.
"Are you cold? Normally, I'd offer you another sheet to cover you once
the mess and blood is cleared away. But with those puppies so busy, I'm
not sure what to do about your modesty. Do you feel cold?"
"No," I replied. "Billy is keeping me warm."
The truth was, I was enjoying Billy's thick soft silky coat pressed
against me as the pups wriggled and squabbled to reach my milk.
Fortunately they had no teeth so they could not pull or bite my
sensitive nipples. Jack studied the scramble as each puppy in turn was
pushed off a nipple by another, hungrier sibling.
"This is chaotic. You'll have to identify them properly to make sure
each one gets a fair share of milk. Proper little mummy now aren't you?
You realise you're going to have to pull your panties right down every
time your babies need feeding. I'd like to give you one last check
though. I'm not being salacious or anything, it's just that things are
so unusual, I want to be sure."
I crimsoned self consciously as I realized I was necessarily still
naked but jack was right. He was being extra careful. I lay back one
more time feeling hopelessly exposed but Jack respectfully averted his
eyes as he probed and tested gently whilst simultaneously cleaning up.
Somehow he managed to assuage my modesty whilst simultaneously washing
my private parts and inspecting my pussy for any damage. His bedside
manner was an excellent one. Even when his expert fingers went gently
exploring my most intimate depths, I somehow managed to feel relaxed
and unthreatened.
Next he slid the soiled waterproof rubber sheets from under my
provocative butt and removed the whole lot to the laundry room whilst
leaving me lying on the remaining linen sheets that had been placed
underneath. He had planned well and I settled comfortably on what was
once again a clean comfortable bed. He left me to carry on suckling my
babies whilst he busied himself in the kitchen until the puppies were
all fed.
Fortunately I had plenty of milk. My human bulk ensured ample supplies
even for thirteen little babies. Eventually the puppies were satiated
and I gently lifted myself clear from the contented sleeping bundle
gathered in the curve of my body. For a few moments I was loath to
leave the warmth of Billy's thick coat but there were things to do.
Reluctantly I sat up and swung my legs over the sleeping puppies to sit
on the edge of the bed. My bump had shrunk appreciably but it was still
swollen. I fingered the collapsed balloon appearance of my belly and
frowned as I contemplated the amount of work it would take to bring me
back into shape.
Billy's ears pricked up inquisitively as I padded softly to my lingerie
drawer. As I bent over to open the drawer, he pushed his inquisitive
nose into my cunt and licked it gently but he did not mount me. It was
obvious that I was giving off different scents because he behaved
impeccably. Instead, he cautiously sniffed my bitch nipples and his
cold damp nose sent a tingle through my loins. I squeaked with
surprised delight and gasped as my knees sagged. Billy wagged his tail
knowingly. My squeak alerted Jack and he called from the kitchen.
"Are you OK?"
"Oh! Yes, I'm getting dressed. Just wait a moment."
As I selected my panties and bra, Billy made the usual fuss of sniffing
them and declaring them to have the right scent. He was becoming a
right big fusspot. Finally I was dressed and gave Jack a shout. He
knocked courteously on the door then paused as I repeated myself.
"It's all right. Come in."
He entered with a large tray of food and I suddenly realized I was
hungry. I smiled gratefully and thanked him as we sat on the bed and
dined off the tray.
Jack had already concluded that Billy shared my food and he set out the
same portions in Billy's bowl on the bedroom floor. After eating we
started to examine the puppies for distinctive markings. The problem
was, they were all Alsatians and there was very little difference
between them.
"How am I going to tell them apart?" I asked. "They all look the same.
I won't know which ones have been fed."
"You'll have to distinguish them by sex and coloured collars," observed
Jack thoughtfully. "I bought six pink & six blue collars in
anticipation of the litter size but I couldn't forecast the gender
split. There are nine girls and four boys. I'll take some of the
collars back and change them. The pet shop said I could."
I nodded my head in agreement. Jack's idea was sensible. I supposed
that in the natural state, a proper bitch would have some way of
knowing which ones were fed. Alternatively perhaps, she just let the
weakest die. I was determined to succeed with all my babies. It was
strange how I thought of them as my babies and not just puppies. I was
obviously bonding with them from the very first moment. I deemed it to
have stemmed from my huge affection for Billy. Jack glanced at the
puppies and smiled.
"They all seem to be healthy, but you'll have to let a vet check them
out."
"How can I do that? I squawked. "The vet will want to see the mother!"
"Don't worry," soothed Jack. "There's a member of the club who owes me
several favours, you know her. Betty."
Betty was one of the lesbian pair of joggers who had helped me in the
park. I did not know she was a vet.
"Betty!" I gasped. "But she's one of my friends!"
"Yes. She's also a vet. You should show more of an interest in your
friends Beverly. I suppose you tend to be defensive and introspective
because of your childhood, but there really are some decent trustworthy
people out there. Not everybody's a rapist or a brute!"
I pulled a face as I was reluctantly forced to admit Jack was right. I
had been treated pretty well by the regular club members who knew me.
They all knew I wanted nothing to do with relationships. I just did not
trust anybody. Jack had been the first person I had ever begun to trust
and that had taken months to evolve. The occasional pratt in the bar
had tried to approach me during the daytime sessions but they had
received a quiet word of advice from Harry the regular bouncer.
"She's not interested love. Don't waste your time."
Nearly every time, they had taken Harry's quiet `advice'. They would
have been fools not to. Harry was gay, built like a tank and an ex
Green Beret!
Jack carried on talking.
"Betty owes me several favours. She had a rough time when she first
came out as a lesbian. Her life reads like a parallel to my own. Her
father threw her out of the family vetinary practice and she had to
make her own way. I helped her open a little small animal practice a
couple of blocks away and she's doing very well now. There are plenty
of gays who like animals and you know how quickly the village is
expanding. You should get out more Beverly. You've been hiding yourself
away in this club too much. You've got a life now. Try and put you're
childhood memories to one side."
I gave a wan nervous smile. I was reluctant to let any more people know
about my condition. It was bad enough that Jack knew.
"Is she discreet?" I asked softly.
"Yes. Absolutely. She's even treated animals that been abused by their
owners and worked hard to repair the damage whilst not reporting the
owners. She gives them what for though if the animals are damaged or
hurt. She runs a clinic with a psychiatrist friend of mine to help
people stop abusing their pets. She's liked & trusted by the village
community. She's always very helpful if anybody in the club has a
problem with their pet.
She often gives advice for free at the bar and only charges if she
actually has to treat a pet. You know how popular she is in the club.
It was her that found Billy for us."
I was about to scream that I didn't need to see any psychiatrists. God
knows! I'd had enough of bloody psychiatrists in care! But his mention
of Betty's involvement with Billy's arrival sealed it for me. Anybody
who had anything to do with Billy's entrance in my life, had to be good
news. I finally nodded my head in agreement.
"Good. I'll phone her right away," said Jack.
I was shocked at the speed of Betty's response. I had only just cleared
away all the evidence and made the puppies comfortable in their new
huge basket when there was a knock on the door.
I answered the door with the chains still secured and made sure Betty
was alone before I let her in. Betty glanced knowingly at the plethora
of security devices and smiled sympathetically.
"Still worried after Jack's shooting are you?"
"That and some," I replied cautiously.
"OK then, where are these puppies?"
I showed her to the big basket and she stepped forward to investigate
Billy. She had assumed he was the mother because he was curled up
around the puppies like any nursing bitch might have. Billy stood up
defensively and Betty stepped back in surprise as she spotted his
genitalia.
"Oh! I thought he was the mother. That's unusual to see the sire
attending. Where is the mother?"
I thought Jack might have explained things but he had obviously kept
his mouth shut. I silently thanked him for that. I wanted to control my
own life and make my own explanations. Betty's relaxed and easy manner
was proof enough she knew nothing. Cautiously I broached the subject.
"The eh mother is taking a break right now, can you see her later?"
"Well I'd like to see her with her pups and give her the once over,
where is she?"
"I uhhm, can you be discreet?" I asked.
"Always. Surely, Jack's explained about me. I don't go telling tales.
Just tell me the mother's OK isn't she? I won't leave unless I'm sure
the mother's OK."
It was obvious that Betty's concern was entirely for the mother of the
puppies. She studied the puppies and looked again at me.
"That's a big litter. If the mother is small or young, she may need
help with rearing them. I'd like to see her."
"Well, I uhhm- I'm not sure how to tell you this."
I hesitated nervously and Betty became suspicious.
"Try me."
"Well the- the mother is doing fine, it's just that- well things are a
bit screwed."
"And," pressed Betty.
"Well, you're uhhm- you're actually talking to the mother."
Betty's eyes narrowed uncomprehendingly for few moments then I tensed
as I saw the slow glow of dawning pierce her puzzled expression.
Betty's voice took a harder edge as she tried to wrap her mind around
what she was suspecting.
"What are you trying to tell me?"
"The mother," I mumbled nervously, "you're looking at her. It's- it's
me!"
There! It was out. My body sagged with nervous exhaustion and relief.
It was now up to Betty.
The silence grew deafening as the blood from my racing heart crashed in
my ears. I stared first at the puppies then at the floor as I waited
for the blast of disgusted rage. Billy seemed to sense my fear and
stood up to guard me as he whined inquisitively. His behaviour finally
shook Betty out of her shocked silence.
"You're bullshitting me! Where is she, - the mother?"
I grew a little bolder. Betty still did not seem to grasp it. For an
intelligent woman she seemed peculiarly dense.
"I'm not bullshitting! I tell you, I'm the mother. I'll prove it here,
watch!"
My fear gave way to defiance and Billy caught my mood. He growled then
barked at Betty as I tugged down the waistband of my skirt and panties.
Betty's eyes fell on my bitch nipples and they widened with shock as I
squeezed one to eject a tiny squirt of milk across the spare room.
Billy snapped eagerly at the flying white droplets and Betty finally
got the message.
"My God! What the hell's been going on?" she croaked dryly.
"The pups! They're mine!" I snapped once again with defiance hardening
my voice. "All thirteen of them. They're all mine! I conceived them, I
carried them, I bore them and I damned well intend to suckle them!"
Betty fell silent again as she watched Billy eagerly licking the
droplets off the opposite wall. Then her eyes bored into mine as she
recognized my honesty.
"You mean you intend going on with this?"
"Yes! Why not? Nobody else needs to know. I can rear them here then
find them good homes. You just tell me if they are healthy and give
them their shots and stuff. I'll pay you for your trouble, - and your
silence, if I must. They'll be well looked after and well fed. I've got
plenty of milk. If there's one thing they'll be, it's well fed," I
finished bitterly. Her expression softened a bit and she slumped into
the large armchair that had become Billy's second favourite spot. (Our
bed being his most favourite.) Billy turned to study her and padded
over to rest his huge head in her lap as he stared dolefully into her
eyes. Another light brightened in Betty's brain.
"My God. Is Billy the father?"
"Yes. Why d'you think he's so gentle with them? He can smell his genes
in them, just like a lion can when he takes over a pride."
"You mean- you mean- you've had sex with him?"
"Yes."
"But how. I mean, how did you cross-fertilise. I mean these look like
purebred Alsatians. How-"
Betty finished lamely as she unconsciously stroked Billy's head.
"I'll get some coffee and tell you," I replied, to ease the tension.
So saying, I left Betty kneeling on the floor examining the puppies
while Billy sniffed and fidgeted beside her. When I returned, Betty was
finally checking the last one and she sprang easily to her feet.
"Well they all seem OK. They look like dogs, they behave like dogs and
their father's a dog. I'll bring the shots tomorrow morning. Can you
guarantee that they are dogs?"
"Sit down and I'll explain," I answered softly.
Thus I spent the following hour describing my transexualism, my surgery
and the past year of my life. I finished by carrying the puppy basket
to my bedroom and suckling each puppy in turn. Betty gaped in amazement
as she examined my body and watched Billy being oh so protective.
Eventually she let a slow smile soften her censorious attitude and she
settled down on the bed beside me.
"So you're all female now," she whispered softly.
I wasn't sure if I was being seduced but it made no matter. Billy
seemed to sense Betty's interest and he growled softly. Betty tensed
for a moment then invited Billy to join us.
End of Chapter 8
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