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Archive name: maryjoe.txt
Authors name: Dragonfly (address withheld)
Story title : Mary and Joe

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Mary and Joe
by Dragonfly (address withheld)

***

This isn't your usual woman and dog story. (F/beast, 
fantasy, preg)

***

She was throwing up again. There she sat, on the 
bathroom floor, for the third time in as many days, 
wondering what could be wrong. She was so tired - 
worshipping the porcelain god at three in the morning 
every night could do that to a person - and now Mary 
was tired enough for her mind to wander as she debated 
whether to flush or just wait for another heave.

She was lonely as well as sick. How she wished Rob 
could come back to her at a time like this! But no, he 
really was a crumb, and after Mary caught him with 
another woman, well, that was that. There was no going 
back now. And after all, it was almost five years ago 
that she dumped him... or did they dump each other? Who 
knew now. Now all she had was that stray dog, Joe, and 
he sure knew how to keep her warm all those lonely 
nights.

Her mind wandered further, remembering how she had 
found the poor thing in a rainstorm a few months ago, 
how strong and friendly he was, how intelligent and 
eager to please her. Mary reflected on her first time 
making love to the furry, muscular black lab, how he 
had almost seemed human in his concern for her 
pleasure. She was scared at first, afraid of what she 
was about to do, but once his wonderful, hot penis was 
inside her, she knew she had never felt anything so 
wonderful in her life. 

She remembered how it felt then when she first felt his 
knot expand inside her, realizing only then how it was 
that two dogs became stuck together, and now felt her 
crotch begin to quiver and moisten at the mere thought 
of Joe's amazing penis.

But she felt a cramping at that, and had another wave 
of nausea, one that mercifully did not make her throw 
up again. For some reason it entered her mind then that 
this must be what pregnancy was like. As she idly 
looked down the hallway and spotted Joe lying there, he 
raised his head almost as if called, thumped his tail 
on the linoleum a few times, looked at her intently, 
then seemed to fall asleep again. Suddenly she had a 
disturbing thought.

"Jesus... " she said aloud, "I missed my period two 
weeks ago!"

A cold wave went through Mary's body then, and Joe, 
hearing her voice, got up from his spot in the hall and 
lay down beside his mistress. She scarcely noticed, so 
pressing were her thoughts - she tried to reason with 
herself. She could not be pregnant, simply because she 
had had no male partners except Joe in at least the 
last year. It must be stress and food poisoning. It had 
to be something like that. Maybe she was raped in the 
night? 

Impossible, she laughed, that would tend to wake a 
person up. Well if it keeps up, Mary mused, I'll have 
to see a doctor about it. She got up, flushed, and had 
some ginger-ale before trying to grab a few winks. 
Gratefully, Mary worked at home and didn't have to 
worry about nosy co-workers or getting to some office 
at 9:00 sharp. She'd damn well get up at noon, the way 
she felt.

* * *

A week passed, and the nausea seemed to lessen 
somewhat, but she was still getting sick at the drop of 
a hat, at all times of the day. She tried to do the 
dishes, and the smell of them made her glad she was so 
close to a sink. 

Unfortunately, at about this time, she became flooded 
with work (it doesn't rain, it pours), and was unable 
to make an appointment to see someone about her nausea. 
She simply dealt with it by eating a lot of saltines 
and drinking ginger ale and mint tea.

Another week passed, and Mary again missed her period. 
Her breasts were also becoming quite tender, and as the 
scheduled date of her flow came and went without any 
flow, she knew something was really wrong.

"Well, Joe," she said that evening, "what do you 
suppose is going on with me, eh?" She flopped down on 
the sofa and he was next to her in an instant, licking 
her belly very attentively. She looked down curiously 
at him, then unconsciously unbuttoned her jeans.

"God, these are getting so tight. Am I gaining weight?"

She looked at Joe, still licking her belly where it was 
exposed, and realized that yes, indeed, it looked as 
though she was getting fatter. She got up, went to the 
bathroom and stepped on the scale and found she had 
gained 12 pounds since she'd checked last, which was... 
two weeks ago... when she'd gained three pounds.

Shaking, Mary undressed and looked down at her naked 
torso. Yes, she was larger in the gut... but it seemed 
lower than the fat she'd seen on other women. She 
pushed on the small bulge and was surprised to find 
that it was firm instead of "pinchable" cellulite.

"Oh... my... God... I think I'm... But that's not 
possible..." her voice trailed off.

Joe was with her in the bathroom then, gave Mary's 
belly a few more licks where she had just been pushing, 
and then looked up at her with intelligent eyes filled 
with love. He sighed once, then sat down on the floor.

It hit her like a ton of bricks. The only male sex 
partner she'd had in the last year...

"... J... Joe?"

He was up in an instant, eager to please her.

"How I wish you could talk, my lover. I wish I knew the 
truth instead of these fantasies I keep coming up with 
to explain the impossible... But for some reason I 
don't think it's impossible any more."

As if in answer, Joe licked her belly and breasts, 
tenderly, lovingly.

* * *

Two more weeks passed, and it was becoming obvious that 
Mary was indeed pregnant. She knew from the books she'd 
checked out from the library that about five months was 
supposed to go by before she got visibly bigger, but 
now after about five weeks (she guessed) she looked 
like the pictures of someone who was a little over five 
months pregnant. She could feel little movements inside 
her, and wondered constantly what could be in there... 
whether it was human or... what? The idea was actually 
beginning to excite and please her, and thinking about 
what sort of life could be inside her womb often made 
her clit and pussy lips tingle and pulse.

She was just about to get in the shower about a week 
later, and she stood in front of the mirror admiring 
her enlarging belly. Joe was next to her as always - he 
had almost become her Siamese twin these last few weeks 
- and looked up at her with a satisfied expression. She 
stroked the shape of herself, felt a few movements from 
inside, and then noticed them...

Peering into the mirror, it almost looked as if she had 
a strange rash, or perhaps a bad case of ringworm. But 
as she touched the area under her breasts, and felt the 
four smooth, sensitive spots, she knew it wasn't either 
of those things.

"Well now, what could this be?"

The spots were perfectly lined up, one pair about three 
inches under her firm, pink breasts, and the other 
matched pair about three inches below that, about five 
inches apart on either side. And they were so 
sensitive! She gained some pleasure in stroking them, 
marveling at the look of them and how they tingled when 
she caressed them. Feeling a familiar moisture between 
her legs, and spreading them slightly so that Joe could 
take full advantage of his tongue (and so could she), 
they both got into the shower.

It only took another week before the spots were changed 
enough to be something more recognizable. A look in her 
anatomy book confirmed it. All mammals, even males, 
have milk lines running the length of their abdomen - 
she was apparently developing four more breasts. The 
shock wasn't as great this time, and the nausea was 
completely gone... Mary was getting almost used to 
these bizarre changes to her body, and to her psyche. 
What in the world could happen next?

"You know, my love, I almost don't care if I turn into 
a werewolf," Mary laughed one day. "I feel so... 
strange, but it feels so good." Taking Joe's head in 
her hands, she addressed his deep, brown eyes, "I'm not 
sure, but I think I'm looking forward to whatever 
changes come next."

Joe happily looked into her eyes. He gently climbed 
onto the sofa with her and laid his head on her 
pregnant belly. It was a hot July day, and she was 
sitting naked on the couch as usual in that sort of 
weather, legs spread wide to radiate as much heat as 
possible. She looked down at herself, admiring her 
advancing pregnancy, and running her hands up and down 
her three pairs of nipples. The four new ones were 
smaller than her original pair, but they were every bit 
as sensitive and practically begged to be suckled.

As if in compliance, Joe began to slowly, gently lick 
her belly, concentrating on the soft, pink nipples. 
Mary let out a small moan as they began to harden, all 
six of them at once, and she laid back to stretch out 
on the full length of the sofa. She had heard that 
other women were able to orgasm with nipple stimulation 
alone, and before it hadn't seemed possible, but now 
with six delicious sources of stimulation, it only took 
about four minutes of licking, pinching, and caressing 
before her pussy started contracting with the joy of it 
all.

She wished she could make love to Joe again, but was 
afraid to hurt the... whatever it was... inside her. 
Mary had heard somewhere that it could hurt the baby to 
have sex late in pregnancy, and since she had no idea 
how advanced she was (let alone what was inside her), 
she regretfully had to satisfy Joe with only her mouth 
and hands. But he seemed to understand, like any 
sensitive lover.

* * *

At 10 weeks, Mary had become quite large. As large, to 
her figuring, as a woman in her eighth month of 
pregnancy. She had difficulty getting up from the sofa, 
relied on delivery services for her groceries and 
restaurant meals, and could no longer see her feet. Joe 
helped as he could, allowing her to pull herself up 
with his tail, even though she sometimes lost her 
balance and yanked on him hard.

"Well, something's got to give soon! I can't imagine 
getting any bigger... Whatever is inside me will kill 
me if it can't get out through my little hole."

She was a little worried about this fact, but as she 
mused on it the next day, she concentrated on the 
little bumps and thumps coming from within her belly. 
Just what was in there? How big was it? She felt a 
wiggle from under her left side, a kick from the right, 
and a slow turn from the middle. Could there be... more 
than one thing? Suddenly she was thunderstruck.

"Of course! I'm such an idiot! There's more than one! 
That's why I'm so big and why I've grown the extra 
breasts I suppose... "

Saying it out loud gave her a bit of a thrill, and she 
noticed then that her main, original breasts were 
bigger than ever and seemed to be leaking a bit of 
liquid. Could that be milk? She was sprawled on the 
bed, the sofa too difficult to get up from now, and 
propped up her head with a pillow. 

She gave her uppermost breasts a little squeeze, and a 
bit more of the clear fluid came out. She checked the 
next pair, noticed for the first time that they were 
larger than ever as well, and they seeped a little 
liquid. The same for the last pair - six heavy, milk-
filled breasts in all. Mary stood up to look in the 
mirror.

Admiring herself again, as she had a few weeks ago, she 
took great pleasure in rubbing her hands up and down 
her breast- and creature-filled belly, now cupping this 
pair of moist breasts, now pinching the nipples of that 
pair. So many delights to play with! And underneath it 
all, the moving, swollen, pregnant belly. Mary then 
spread her arms wide, the better to look at her 
strange, changed form. She loved what she had become, 
and she bent over as best she could to stroke Joe's 
head, her many swollen nipples brushing against his 
warm, furry head.

* * *

Two more weeks passed, and she was really beginning to 
get concerned. More than one or not, whatever was in 
there had made her positively enormous. Bigger even 
than the photo in the book of the woman with twins, 
Mary could scarcely move. Her back and knees were 
beginning to protest severely, and the six milk-filled 
breasts had to be pushed and squeezed and suckled to 
release the pressure (although the task was definitely 
not an unpleasurable one, and Joe helped as best he 
could).

It was then she felt the first pang - she lay on the 
bed, as usual, the window open to the moon and stars 
and the cool breeze. The cramp rippled across her 
belly, and her vagina began to tingle.

"Joe? JOE? Where are you? I think it's time... "

The black dog was with her in an instant, and another 
cramp caught her by surprise, making her open her eyes 
wide and reflexively catch her breath. With her hands 
on her immense belly, she rolled around to an upright 
position, and just got to her knees on the floor as a 
stream of liquid came out from between her legs. 
Another contraction, then another, and she could feel 
something at the back of her vagina. It didn't feel too 
large, as far as she could tell, so Mary managed to 
relax a little and get to the business at hand. 
Crouching on her knees, using the side of the bed for 
support, she gave birth without much pain at all, 
because it was indeed smaller
than a human child.

Picking it up from the towels she had placed next to 
her bed in preparation, she gazed into the face of the 
child she had made with Joe - a wriggling, blind, brown 
puppy. Staring in amazement at this being that had come 
from her womb, she almost didn't feel the next 
contraction. But the second one hit, and she hastily 
put the tiny form down for Joe to lick clean. 

Another puppy, about 10 inches long like the first, 
issued forth from her, and still she could feel 
movement inside her. Another was born, and another, 
until finally in the space of a half hour, she had five 
snuffling, wriggling dogs on the ground between her 
legs. A sixth had come, but it was stillborn. Joe 
carried it out of the room slowly, respectfully, taking 
it out into the yard for burial.

Mary was almost disappointed - yes, they were very 
large for normal puppies, but you would think that they 
could at least have some human features like their 
mother. But who could say what was to come, she thought 
to herself, as she settled back onto some blankets. She 
lovingly placed the puppies on her much smaller 
stomach, and waited as they each found a nipple of 
their own. 

Mary immediately had a feeling of intense pleasure, 
partly from the release of the pressure from her 
swollen breasts, and partly from the stimulation of all 
those strange and overwhelming nipples lining her 
stomach. Satisfied, with a warm, tired feeling, she 
fell asleep with all her children contentedly nursing 
on their mother's breasts.

* * *

The next few weeks were heaven to Mary - she often lay 
on the living room floor, happily covered with 
squirming, licking, suckling puppies, feeding them the 
milk of her breasts. They were growing so fast, as fast 
as they had grown in her womb, and within only three 
weeks they were weaned from the disappointed woman. She 
missed their feedings, but knew they had to move on to 
other foods (especially as their teeth developed).

A couple of weeks after they were weaned, the four new 
breasts shrank to about two inches in width, and her 
original breasts began to return to their original size 
as the milk faded. Another week, and the wondrous 
changes were almost gone, but she would have four fully 
sensitive, extra nipples lining her belly to delight 
her for the rest of her life. And there was only the 
slightest bump underneath - not enough to be detected 
under a heavy shirt when in public. But who needed to 
go out when there was a wonderful family of dogs to be 
taken care of in the house?

When her sons (and they were all sons) seemed almost 
fully grown, yet still lanky as a yearling, Joe began 
taking them outside. He would walk with his mistress 
through the park, the two of them proud as can be with 
the five young dogs eagerly following behind. They were 
only a couple of months old, but they were definitely 
maturing quickly. It was when she found the firstborn, 
Paul, humping on top of one of his brothers, that she 
became concerned for their future.

"Well," said Mary when the boys were six months old, 
addressing the small crowd of dogs, "I'm pretty sure 
you can understand me well enough, and I also know 
you're pretty much grown up already. But I can't keep 
six dogs here forever - the food bills are mounting up, 
and the yard is a mess. So what's it to be, boys?" The 
last was said with a sad tremor in her voice.

Joe looked at his brood, and gave what seemed to be a 
wizened nod toward the boys. One by one, the furry 
brown and black youths shimmered, then shifted, then 
changed. In place of Mary's five sons now stood... her 
five sons. They seemed, to all appearances, to be 
normal young men about 15 years old. There they stood, 
naked in the living room, with their sad brown eyes all 
on their beloved mother. Mary's mouth gaped open, shut, 
and then sighed a little as she understood a bit more 
of her story.

"Yes, we are as you see us," said Paul, "we are both 
human and canine. We can shift... and we don't even 
need a full moon," he said, cracking a beautiful smile. 
His teeth were white and human, except for the slightly 
larger canines. He was hairy, too, but not 
unrealistically so for a human man. In short, Paul and 
his brothers were very intelligent, attractive young 
men, eager to thoroughly explore the world around them.

* * *

Paul lived with his brothers for several years, renting 
an apartment near his parents, Mary and Joe. They 
visited each other often, but as the time passed, the 
family started growing apart a little. Mark was offered 
a veterinary job in another state, and Matt, the runt, 
got a fine position with a busy law office which kept 
him to 60 hour weeks or more. But it was when he met 
Evelyn that Paul decided to break from the "pack". 

She was so perfect for him... not too tall, cascades of 
lustrous dark hair, great sense of humor, given to 
sexual jokes and experimentation... it was time for him 
to find a mate.

Evelyn was very responsive to Paul's needs, and 
obviously enjoyed his sex play as much as he did. But 
for some reason he would only please her with his 
tongue and fingers, and insisted on making love in the 
dark. One evening in her apartment, she was 
particularly insistent, however.

"Please, Paul... what's the matter with me that you 
don't want to fuck me? I'm so, so hungry for it - you 
know that!" She was beginning to grasp his ass with her 
legs in an attempt to force his slick, dripping penis 
into her. "Please! Give it to me! I'm ready!"

He sensed that it was now or never for them, and 
slowly, deliciously, slid his hot dick into her 
throbbing pussy as he moaned with the ecstasy of it.

"Oh! Yes! How HOT you are!" she shouted in his ear. 
"And how big! Oh, my God!"

He couldn't hold back any longer. Paul began to thrust 
in and out, and his body grew slightly more hairy, but 
neither of them seemed to notice this change.

"Oh, God, this is the BEST!"

Evelyn was arching up to meet him now, clawing at his 
back with her fingernails. She started to go over the 
top, reaching her climax, and in reflex her strong 
pussy muscles began squeezing his hard, long penis. He 
came at that moment as well, shooting huge amounts of 
hot cum deep within his lover. Then he began to swell.

"Ungh! Oh my god, Paul! It's so much and so hot! I'm 
burning up!" She clasped him tightly with her legs as 
she spasmed on the bed. "Are you actually getting 
bigger or is it my imagination?"

It was not her imagination.

At the base of Paul's penis was the reason he'd been so 
reluctant to fuck Evelyn before - like every canine, he 
had a knot. And now it was inside her pussy, getting 
larger every second. Before she realized what had 
happened (she was distracted by her ongoing orgasms), 
they were stuck together.

"Paul," Evelyn was gasping now, "what's happening? It 
feels so, so incredibly good! You've filled me up, my 
wonderful lover!"

He smiled now, pausing to nibble her silky, pulsing 
neck, and whispered the situation into her ear. He 
shifted and thrust a bit, for emphasis, and when it was 
clear to her that they were indeed quite stuck 
together, she smiled and tightened up her vaginal 
muscles in a welcoming embrace.

"I have one more surprise for you, my adventurous 
lover," said Paul, then he shifted to his dog form to 
the delight of Evelyn (and her stuck pussy). She threw 
her head back on the pillow and laughed from joy.

"Oh, my God, Paul, I've always wanted to get fucked by 
a dog!"

In happy and relieved response, he stayed canine just 
to please her until the loosening knot finally released 
them, then he shifted back to his human form. He 
wondered how all his brothers' girlfriends would take 
this bit of news. And how many nephews he would have 
some day.

"Evelyn," said the handsome young man as he got dressed 
a few minutes later, "it's time for you to meet my 
parents."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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