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Pregnant with Pups 2: A Caring Mom
by Leigh (bitchboy4jessica@yahoo.com)

***

Marcie finds her babies a delight, and sets about the 
job of being a good mommy. (f/beast)

***

Marcie walked stiffly out to the barn after she 
finished her meager breakfast of toast and milk (she 
still wasn't feeling quite "up to snuff"). 

She was also still a little in shock that this thing 
could have really happened! 

Sure enough, though, back in the corner of the barn she 
remembered from the night before, there was a pile of 
damp towels wrapped loosely around her litter of three 
mewling puppies! Her babies! 

Marcie saw her dad had set a nurser bottle on a stool 
nearby, and that it was almost empty. "Maybe I should 
go back to the kitchen and warm up some more milk," she 
thought. 

First, though, she sat gingerly down next to the pups 
and watched them struggling blindly in the towel bed. 

Two were almost pure black, like Roscoe, but one was a 
mottled black and rust, not unlike her own auburn hair! 
Gently, she picked that special puppy up, and cradled 
it to her chest. 

"Oh, god!" she thought, "I can't believe what I'm 
seeing! This little girl is MY baby, or puppy, or 
something! How is this possible?" 

As she snuggled the baby bitch, it started to root 
against her nightshirt and make those precious mewling 
sounds. 

"There, there," she comforted. As she held the pup, she 
felt an odd, heavy sensation in her breasts, and saw 
her nightshirt becoming damp in two growing circles 
over her nipples. 

"Oh my god," she whispered to herself, "I'm making 
milk!" 

Sure enough, her little four-legged "daughter" began to 
struggle toward the damp spots, sniffing and licking 
hungrily. 

"Could this possibly work?" she questioned as she 
glanced carefully around the barn to make certain her 
dad or mom weren't anywhere they might discover what 
was about to happen. Snuggling down furtively in the 
darker part of the corner, she lifted her nightshirt, 
which revealed her brown nipples slowly oozing a thin, 
honey-colored liquid. 

She nervously lifted the puppy to her full breast and 
the little bitch immediately clamped her hungry little 
sucking mouth over Marcie's teat, and started to nurse. 
Hard! 

Waves of sensation began to wash over Marcie as the pup 
nursed, and she could feel her insides warming and 
contracting. "Mmmmm," she purred, "this is so weird!" 

Her pup made little slurping, sucking sounds as it 
happily fed, and Marcie bent down to pick up one of her 
two remaining "children." 

"Here you go, little guy," she murmured, "here's the 
real thing." The little male quickly caught on, and 
started suckling hungrily. 

Marcie sat quietly, feeling an odd warmth sweep through 
her loins as she cradled the two puppies to her breasts 
tenderly, her arms beneath her boobs, each tiny head 
latched on to a large brown nipple. 

At first their sucking was somewhat painful, but before 
long she seemed to get used to it, and even found it 
pleasurable. She knew it was weird, but she couldn't 
help cooing to her babies! She felt like a perfect 
mother. 

As she sat feeding her brood, Roscoe walked into the 
barn slowly, apparently not sure of what had transpired 
himself. He sniffed the remaining pup, still crawling 
fitfully through the towel bed toward Marcie, and then 
sniffed the two she held to her bosom, then sniffed 
between her legs. Seeming satisfied with things, he lay 
down beside her, and gave a big doggy sigh. 

"Sorry boy, I'm a mom now! No more fun for a while!" 
Marcie couldn't quite imagine sex right now, anyway, 
what with her aching abdomen, but the nursing puppies 
sure felt nice, chomping away at her nipples. 

She noticed her little girl was slowing down, getting 
sleepy, and gently tucked her back into the towels, and 
picked up the remaining animal, another little boy. 
Soon it was feeding enthusiastically. 

Marcie felt amazingly contented, and noticed the 
tension at her breasts was subsiding as the milk was 
drained by her strange babies.

Gradually the second pup slowed his suckling, and 
Marcie laid him next to his sister, then the third, 
when he'd had his fill.

Her breasts were noticeably flatter, and while her 
nipples were a bit sore, her overall feeling was of 
drowsy ecstasy. 

"I'm really a mom!" she thought, "A very weird mom, but 
a mom!" She could feel the love for her babies welling 
up in her like a lump in her throat.

Tenderly, she covered the puppies with one of the drier 
towels, scooped them into her arms and started back to 
the house. 

"Marcie, are planning what I'm thinking you are?" her 
mom chided as the girl carefully wedged in the kitchen 
door with her precious load. 

Marcie froze! "uh, well.." she stammered. 

"Oh silly," her mom grinned, "you can take your puppies 
to your room to take care of them, but you have to put 
down papers and make sure you keep them clean!" 

A wave of relief washed over Marcie, and she relaxed. 
"Sure, mom! Of course I'll make sure they don't mess 
things up." 

"Oh, god," she thought as she started toward the 
stairs, "for a minute there.... phew!" 

"Be sure to warm the milk up for them a little before 
you feed them," her mom advised, turning back to her 
dishes. 

"No problem, I'll make sure it's nice and warm, mom," 
she replied. "It will be all warm," she mused to 
herself, with sly smile. 

Roscoe trailing behind her, Marcie climbed the stairs 
to her room, lay a towel in the middle of her bed and 
laid her babies down to sleep contentedly while she 
looked for a bed of their own. 

"Here we go," she thought as she pulled the box from 
her skates out of the back of her closet, "this should 
be a good fit." 

She dusted the box off carefully, and lined it with a 
fresh towel from the bathroom. She set it just below 
her pillow in the middle of her bed, and had begun to 
transfer the pups to it, when she found her hand sticky 
with a smelly goop from one of her "boys." 

"Pee-eww!" she gasped, then wadded up some tissues and 
set to work cleaning up her litter. "This is going to 
be more work than I thought." When she finished 
cleaning the babies, and placing them lovingly in their 
box home, she headed downstairs for a bite to eat. 

Marcie prepared her own snack, since her parents were 
working outside in the warm afternoon, and surprised 
herself at how hungry she'd become since her meager 
breakfast!

Finishing her leftover roast beef sandwich, half-bag of 
pretzels and large glass of milk, she cleaned the 
kitchen and felt a drowsy satisfaction settle over her 
tired body. 

She climbed the stairs slowly with heavy legs, spread a 
thick towel on her bed, locked her bedroom door, then 
lay down to nap. 

Before she dozed off she took her strange children out 
of their box and cuddled them to her chest under her 
sleep shirt. 

Some time later Marcie was awakened by an unfamiliar 
sensation, one of both pressure and pulling, at her 
chest. Groggily, she started to sit up, then stopped 
when a sharp tug at her left breast convinced her to 
look before she leaped. 

Coming fully awake, she recognized the whimpering 
squeaks of the puppies, her puppies, her BABIES, she 
reminded herself. She pulled her shirt up to her neck 
and had to laugh when she saw one of the boys had 
latched on to her breast, and was holding on for dear 
life, pulling it as he slid across her belly. 

"Easy, squirt," she cooed, "I'll help, don't stretch 
'em all out!" 

She arranged some of her extra pillows around her to 
make a platform, and set the little boy on it to her 
side, still suckling strongly at her boob. 

As he sucked, her right nipple began to slowly leak 
milk, but she quickly remedied that situation by taking 
the other boy and settling him on the pillow at her 
right side, where he rooted around and soon discovered 
his lunch, and began to nurse contentedly, massaging 
her breast with his paws while he sucked.

Her little girl was sniffing and squeaking, trying 
blindly to find the source of nourishment, so Marcie 
lifted her squirming form onto her chest in the valley 
between her now enlarged tits, and stroked her, cooing 
softly. 

"There, sweety, hold on, you'll get some milk soon!" 
she whispered. This was going to take some planning! 

Warmed by the tiny hot mouths sucking away at her 
nipples, Marcie examined her brood closely, and saw 
that the boy at her right nip had a light patch of thin 
hair on his belly, where the other was more uniformly 
black.

"Okay," she announced, " you're Patch, and you're 
Midnight." She looked at the little girl, marvelling at 
the brownish patches that reflected her own hair color.

"Well, we can't call you Marcie, or Marcie Jr., that'd 
be a dead giveaway," she reasoned. "How about Rusty? 
Yes, that sounds nice!" 

She cuddled Rusty to her face, then, noticing that 
Midnight had begun to slow down his suckling, carefully 
removed him from her breast, and settled Rusty in to 
get some food. The little bitch wasted no time, 
grabbing the still-wet nipple and sucking like a little 
vacuum.

Marcie lay back, her babies snuggled close to her, and 
dozed off again.

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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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