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Pregnant with Pups 2: A Caring Mom
by Leigh (bitchboy4jessica@yahoo.com)
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Marcie finds her babies a delight, and sets about the
job of being a good mommy. (f/beast)
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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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