Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 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 highpressure 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 softballsized 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...?