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Hot Doggie, Chapter Five - By: Beverly Taff
List of characters.
Sandra: Our Shemale heroine who becomes magically conjoined
doggie style;
Elizabeth: Sandra's limbless patient;
Marjorie & Jennifer: (Marge & Jenny,), two other patients who lost their
legs in a car accident. They also become magically
conjoined and end up sharing the same torso whilst
growing new legs.
Octavia: The owner-manager of the care home where Sandra worked
and the other three lived as residents before becoming
conjoined.
Jean: Elizabeth's erstwhile family lawyer who successfully
fought for Elizabeth's emancipation in the family
courts.
Rosemary: Jean's legal partner and medical specialist.
Chapter Five
Octavia decided to make preparations at the home before introducing us
as two pairs of conjoined twins. In truth there was little preparation
she could make. The sudden appearance of the twins would cause
consternation amongst the other residents but being as they were mostly
suffering from learning difficulties Octavia hoped that they would not
be too seriously affected or indeed, frightened by the appearance of the
old familiar residents in a new conformation. The bigger problem was the
other staff.
'How would they take to the new circumstances?' thought Octavia
nervously. Octavia's plan was to allow Sandra and Elizabeth to appear as
they often did with Elizabeth apparently resting in the old harness
sling whilst Sandra carried her around. Then, hopefully, at some
opportune moment, the pair could dump the harness sling and the staff
would simply have to take it or leave it. As for the ensuing publicity,
'well' thought Octavia, 'that was already out in the public field, and
it would only be a matter of hours before the press located the pairs of
twins.'
Thus it was, that Sandra and Elizabeth appeared in the common lounge
area where the other residents were passing the day. Several of the
higher-grade residents were happy to see them again and the pair carried
on as they normally did, sharing their time and making tea to while away
the ennui.
Then, as one of the residents had a call of nature, Sandra offered to
assist the morning staff. Grateful for the help the morning nurse
suggested that Sandra set Elizabeth down so that she could help further.
"I'm afraid I can't do that," declared Sandra.
"Why not?" asked the nurse who had not seen the morning's news item
because of her shift rota.
"Sit down and we'll show you," interrupted Elizabeth.
The nurse watched curiously as Sandra loosened the harness and revealed
all.
"Oh my Go -! Your -, you're stuck! You're stuck together!"
"The word is conjoined," finished Elizabeth, "we've become conjoined."
Fortunately the nurse was of the phlegmatic, unflappable type and she
only hesitated momentarily before asking to check the pair out further.
"There's not much to see," cautioned Sandra, "what you see here is more
or less what you'd see if we were naked."
"Yes, she was the first to find out," replied Elizabeth.
"Yes that figures. Is she happy for you to stay on?"
"Yes" said Sandra, "she reckons it's the best place for us, somewhere
for us to get away from prurient interest. I can still help out as a
nurse, and now Elizabeth can help as well."
The nurse paused thoughtfully before asking.
"How does Elizabeth help? How does that work?"
"Look," gestured Elizabeth as she moved their arms around, "I can use
our arms when Sandra wants a rest. We can share control of everything."
"Bloody hell! I'll not ask what else you share."
"No, best not," finished Sandra. "Now d'you want help with this patient?
She must be bursting by now."
"Ooh! Hell yes! You knocked me sideways with this stuff. I forgot!"
Thus it was that the morning nurses and other staff learned of
developments as she quickly spread the word amongst the other staff.
Fortunately, all the staff had held Sandra in huge affection. She had
worked as the night nurse come general factotum so it was an easy
emotional step to be sympathetic and supportive of her newfound
condition. They were also hugely pleased to see that the termagenous
Elizabeth had changed her curmudgeonly nature and softened her
frustrated anger. It was obvious to everybody on the staff that for
Elizabeth at least, the inexplicable conjoinment had been a huge
benefit.
Once Sandra and Elizabeth had broken the 'Ice', Octavia felt confident
about the next step. Marge and Jenny were introduced to the staff and
residents where they explained their conjunction until the whole
circumstance had been accepted. By the afternoon, the situation in the
home had calmed down but outside the gates, the paparazzi were now
gathering ominously
For that first morning, everybody in the home tried to ignore the crowd
of news-hounds; fortunately, fairly large grounds surrounded the home
and it was difficult for the invasive telescopic lenses to get a clear
shot through the windows. It puzzled the conjoined pairs that the
paparazzi should want yet more pictures after Marge and Jenny had posed
so co-operatively outside the legal chambers in London. It seemed that
their appetite for the salacious was never ending.
Later that day, Octavia braved the publicity storm and went out to
purchase the Papers. She was hounded all the way but simply declared
that there would be a later interview set up by medical and legal
authorities and any questions could be put then.
Once Octavia returned we discussed the forthcoming press event and we
laid down the limits of the questions. There were of course to be no
rude, or personal or salacious inquiries about our personal and sexual
relationships.
"They'll make it up anyway," declared the hard-bitten Susan, who had
seen plenty of her famous modeling colleagues hounded through the gutter
press.
"Yeah, and then some," finished Jenny who had endured similar invasions
of privacy during her previous modeling career.
This observation depressed us and it was not improved when the afternoon
staff described the scrum they had to brave as they tried to get to
work. Fortunately, Octavia had forewarned all the afternoon staff by
telephone and the police were forced to attend as the staff found their
rout to work blocked. They wanted to force their way through in their
cars but the police had to check identities with Octavia before they
could enter the gates. All except poor little Rosemary a trainee student
nurse, who arrived on her bicycle and had to beg assistance from the
police to get through. This even angered us and we resolved to get the
press meeting over and done with ASAP.
Two days later it was all set up and we spent a wearisome morning
answering most questions whilst fending off the inevitable prurient,
salacious stuff. Within a week, the furore had died a natural death. Our
conjoinment had become the usual 'nine-day-wonder' and we were
eventually able to pursue fairly normal lives. There were the inevitable
stares and gasps when we visited town but we deliberately made frequent
visits so that the regular townsfolk got to know us as local
celebrities. The best fun was when innocent little children approached
out of pure curiosity and asked us the most unexpected questions. We
invariably tried to make time to stop and smile for them then answer
their questions. It was important that we were not portrayed or
perceived as monsters. After a few months, just about everybody in the
town had met us and they became protective of us if strangers proved too
nosey or offensive.
Visits elsewhere proved a little more onerous but even then, the
national publicity had eased the way forward for us.
We decided to remain living at Octavia's home. It was handy for town and
enjoyed a pleasant aspect. We were lucky to purchase the adjoining house
and we incorporated this into the complex where it enabled us to improve
our privacy whilst permitting us to share in the supportive facilities.
This support proved ideal when the next development occurred a few
months later.
Our intimacy and vigorous libidos inevitably produced what sex had
always
One morning, as Elizabeth and I shared our toilet she spoke to me
softly.
"Are we late with our period?"
I fell silent for a moment and checked back. Elizabeth had always been
deadly regular to within a few hours and this regularity had carried
through after our conjoinment. I had become as intimately knowledgeable
as Elizabeth about our shared functions. We fell silent as Elizabeth
felt me tense nervously.
"You don't think we -, we're -?" I gasped nervously.
"H- how?" I swallowed nervously.
"A pregnancy test. How else dummy?" giggled Elizabeth.
"But, we cant. What will happen if we just go into a chemist and ask for
-?"
I fell silent as a concerned frown crossed Elizabeth's brow. After a
brief hesitation she suggested Octavia. "That might work," I conceded.
"It'll have to. Come on, lets get dressed."
Within minutes we were in Octavia's office explaining.
"OK, I'll get one today. What will you do if you are pregnant?"
We both hesitated. The idea of becoming pregnant had slightly knocked us
askew. I waited for Elizabeth to answer but she was taking her cue from
me. Octavia studied our faces.
"You're not sure are you?"
"Could it be, you know, like us or like Marge and Jenny?" asked
Elizabeth nervously.
"I don't know. Only a scan would confirm that later on. D'you want to go
and chat about it?"
We both nodded and left while Elizabeth amended her shopping list. As we
returned to our house we met Marge and Jenny crossing the lawn.
"Morning both," they chorused.
We nodded nervously and motioned them to join us in the house across the
grounds. They immediately sensed our mood as we returned across the
lawns.
"What's wrong?" asked Marge.
"We think we might be pregnant," declared Elizabeth.
After a pregnant pause the conjoined models squealed with unabashed
delight.
"Oh no! So do we!"
It was our turn to be shocked and delighted but we just gaped in stunned
silence.
"Well! Aren't you pleased?" demanded Jenny.
"Hell, yes!" I gasped as the message sank in.
Elizabeth and I were about to become a mother and a father. The
complexities raced through my brain as I felt a flush of pride wash
through my and Elizabeth's body.
"When's it due?" asked Elizabeth.
"We don't know. We just missed our period and we were going to ask
Octavia to go down to the chemists and get us a pregnancy test," replied
Marge.
"Snap!" I giggled, "That's just were we've been. You'll just catch her
if you hurry."
Elizabeth and I watched as we savoured Marge and Jenny's delicious bum
bouncing across the lawn to Octavia's office. As we made some coffee,
they returned breathless.
"She's going now. She'll be back before lunch. Have you felt any nausea
or stuff yet?" asked Jenny.
"It's a bit early for morning sickness just yet," replied Elizabeth,
"don't remind us of what's to come."
"We may not get it," I cautioned, "It doesn't always affect us."
Marge grinned provocatively at me.
"What would you know, you're a boy."
"She's not! Well; not totally anyway," countered Elizabeth, "we share
everything."
"Yeah. Lucky you," sighed Jenny."
"But we also share with you," I added.
Marge smiled and then looked thoughtful.
"Will your testosterone from your balls affect your pregnancy test?"
"Oooh, I hadn't thought of that. We'll just have to wait and see."
"It's going to be difficult having sex when our bumps grow," observed
Elizabeth.
"But it'll be nice when we're breast feeding," giggled Jenny.
"Mmmm," sighed Marge, "Think of all these breasts and all that milk.
It'll be like a dairy around here."
As we drank our coffees, Elizabeth arrived to take us into town. We
finished up and left quickly in our haste to determine our state. By
noon, we were certain. We were all pregnant.
"So what's to be done?" asked Elizabeth.
"See the doctors. Jean and Rosemary can fix that up," replied Elizabeth.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. We don't want any compulsory terminations do
we?" observed Elizabeth.
"They can't do that! -Can they?" wondered Jenny nervously.
"God knows what they'll try. But I think it's best that Rosemary checks
us out to see that there aren't likely to be any complications because
of our conjoinments."
By that evening, Elizabeth had arranged the appointments and the
following week, we were relieved to learn that the doctors thought our
pelvic arrangements should enable us to carry a baby to full term. There
was some small concern about how Elizabeth's spine had curved backwards
to attach into mine above the sacrum, but the size of the actual pelvic
basin had somehow been inexplicably expanded slightly during the magic
of our conjoinment. We concluded that the old wizard certainly knew his
stuff when he cast his spells.
With this last hurdle cleared, we settled down to enjoy our early
pregnancies as best we could before our bumps became uncomfortable.
I had to confess that our hormones certainly altered our moods. We began
to act and feel like a pair of contented cows as our bodies prepared us
for motherhood. For the first trimester there was no discomfort and
nothing to show for our efforts. To our relief and delight, we learned
that we were both carrying twins but tests seemed to show that none of
them were conjoined.
"There's plenty of room in your wombs for two and I cannot detect any
complications," declared Rosemary as she returned with the specialists
and the scan results. "Tests seem to indicate that Sandra's testosterone
is not crossing your placenta so your babies should be normal. Your
twins seem to be both girls whilst Marge and Jenny's seem to be one of
each."
We exchanged relieved hugs and returned home to settle down to the
anticipated event. Naturally, everybody at the home was both excited and
worried, but happily, our bumps grew and there proved to be no
complications. Measurements and tests indicated that we should be able
to deliver normally. Finally the time came and we entered the specially
prepared unit as prearranged.
"You'll have to prepare yourselves for a lot of investigation and
testing," warned Rosemary, "the specialists are still concerned about
the delivery and I've had to fight tooth and nail to allow you to
attempt natural births. Fortunately the scans show the twins to be
slightly smaller than a single full term baby and that should make
delivery slightly easier."
We nodded our heads with the requisite degree of appreciation and
settled down to await events.
"Now you'll see what we women have to go through," smirked Marge as
Elizabeth and I struggled to get our bump up onto the bed.
"Huh! So will you," replied Elizabeth, "that's not a beer pot under your
maternity frock either."
Marge's smile evaporated as she realised her faux pas. Jenny sighed
impatiently at her twin's crass behaviour and she wagged her head
wearily.
"Honestly Marge, you can be so dumb sometimes. D'you think it's going to
be any easier for us?"
"Yeah," I grinned, "don't forget, our hips are slightly wider than your
slender model shape."
"Well don't get too cocky," riposted Jenny, "our hips are still slightly
wider because of our lateral conjoinment."
That night, Marge and Jenny went into labour and I cringed as they both
cursed my name for causing them such pain. In the small hours, they
produced a boy William and then a girl Charlotte and as the dawn broke,
they were fast asleep recovering from their efforts.
That same dawn, Liz and I went into labour. For me the pain was doubly
unbearable because I wanted to curse and scream at the bastard who had
put me through the pain. The paradox was not lost on Elizabeth who was
free to curse and scream whilst she simultaneously realised that I was
sharing every single birth pain. Eventually, at eleven we were finally
delivered of a beautiful pair of identical daughters.
We named them Octavia after our friend and employer and Katrina after
Elizabeth's mother. By late afternoon we all four were propped up in our
beds and savouring the delightful sensations as our children took from
our breasts what was rightfully theirs.
To our mutual shock and delighted embarrassment, Elizabeth and I
realised that breast-feeding tickled our nipples and made us both horny.
Sadly our vagina was too sore to accept our cock and he was forced to
frot frustratedly inside the silky front panel of our knickers.
Elizabeth giggled as the silky sensations tantalized our cock.
"I can see how little boys become trannies," she giggled.
"Don't talk like that in front of our babies!" I scolded as I
desperately resisted the urge to 'hump' into our shared silky panties.
Elizabeth naturally felt the same urge but she felt no guilt or
inhibitions about relieving herself. Even while the twins where at my
breasts, she brazenly took control of our hips and secretly humped away
under the blankets so that Marge and Jenny wouldn't notice from across
the private ward.
Despite my inhibitions, it was just too good a feeling and I released
control of our hips to my uninhibited partner who eagerly brought us to
a delightful orgasm. This brought us another surprise for as our orgasm
rocked through our bodies, the milk flow suddenly surged from all our
nipples and our daughters grunted with satisfaction at the extra
rations. Their chortles of delight and the sudden unexpected spurting of
milk from Elizabeth's breasts immediately alerted Jenny and Marge to
strange happenings.
"What are you two doing now?" giggled Jenny knowingly.
"Too much milk," declared Elizabeth defensively.
"Huh! To much sex!" observed Marge. "D'you think I can't recognise all
that business under the blankets as you two horny rabbits get going
again. Don't you ever stop!"
"Lizzy and I fell into an embarrassed silence, whilst I concentrated on
feeding our new twin daughters."
Eventually Marge and Jenny ran 'dry' for they only had three breasts to
share between their twins. They looked enviously at Lizzy who were now
sharing the nurturing of our girls.
"Have you still got plenty?" asked Jenny.
"Too much I think," replied Liz, "Though Sandra's tits feel empty."
"Gosh! Can you really feel each others milk and stuff?" gasped Jenny
enviously.
"Yes," I grinned, "Lizzy's still got lots of milk because I can feel the
pressure." So saying I gently expressed Lizzy's right nipple and a jet
of milk escaped as Lizzy gasped erotically."
"Can you give some to Billy, he's still hungry," asked Marge.
"Huh, typical man," scoffed Elizabeth, "Never satisfied until all the
food is gone."
"Well you're his father and you should provide for him so give him some
of your milk," riposted Jenny.
"Hold on! I'm not his father! Sandra is his father."
"What are you trying to tell me you weren't there and you didn't enjoy
it?"
Elizabeth crimsoned slightly for we all knew she had enjoyed the
conception of William and Charlotte every bit as much as the conception
of Octavia and Katrina.
"Huh, I suppose a lawyer might argue that one but I don't think I can.
Truth to tell, I did enjoy it as much as Sandra. Perhaps Sandra might
like to be the first father to suckle her own children though."
"Well Charlotte and Katrina took all my milk before you had them. So
you'll have to feed Billy," I grinned. "If you feel your more of a
mother then a father go ahead and feed him."
At this we all fell about giggling. Yes indeed, Billy was a very lucky
boy to have all his mothers and his father feed him at their breasts.
Marge and Jenny joined us in our large bed and we happily swapped baby
Katrina for baby William then put him to Liz's breasts. When Octavia
returned at four o'clock, she found all eight of us sleeping blissfully.
At seven Marge and Jenny's parents visited us. After all it was still
their absolute right to see their new grandchildren. They were a bit
shocked to find us all in the same king-sized bed but after all we were
intimate partners and we had decided to share the babies out amongst us.
Fortunately the grandparents had reconciled themselves to the freakish
circumstances and it was good to see their relieved smiles when they
were told that all four babies were perfectly formed.
Naturally we were also relieved at the babies acceptance by their
grandparents for it meant there would be at least some semblance of
normality in their lives. All four babies now had four real or adoptive
grandparents to indulge them namely Marge and Jenny's parents.
Elizabeth's parents were of course dead and mine had disowned me since
my teenaged years because of my transvestism.
We were also pleased to learn that the grandparents were considering
moving to live nearer us. Both Marge and Jenny had been only daughters
so the grandparents were keen to live near their only grandchildren.
We of course, were now living permanently next door to the disable
person's home and were slowly becoming accepted in our local community.
We often helped voluntarily in the home for the disabled are far more
sympathetic to other apparently disabled people. In truth however,
neither Marge and Jenny nor Lizzy and I consider ourselves disabled for
its real fun sharing bodies and feelings. A pleasure shared is a
pleasure doubled whilst a pain shared is a pain halved.
Whenever in town, we always visit the wizard's shop even though others
can never seem to find it. We paid him for the necklaces long ago but
naturally, we always thank him for his wonderful gift and we always
share a pot of tea or coffee.
To the readers on Doctor Mercurious's site.
I hoped you enjoyed this story. Don't let my titles scare you. I rarely
write about violence or ugly stuff. I have lots of other work posted on
the Fictionmania Site, please visit my stories by visiting the Author
page.
Mare's Tales is a transvestite conjoinment story about girls and boy-
girls at a special 'school'. They lose their legs when their school bus
collides with a train. Then they undergo marvelous new surgery to become
centaur mares and stallions to recover their locomotion.
Happy reading, Beverly Taff.
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