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Becoming a Bitch
By Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A 17 year old girl describes the events in which she 
became a bitch for a German Shepherd dog. (M/F-teen, F-
teen/beast, inc, preg, fantasy)

***

My name is Trish, and I'm a dog. Ok, I'm not a dog, but 
I consider myself one. Let me tell you about this.

First, I'm 17 years old; I live with just my dad and my 
mate. Our house is pretty high up in a forest covered 
mountain, and we have a huge yard and a nice big house. 
My mom died when I was little, so I grew up with just 
my dad.

When I was 15 years old, I found some stuff on the 
internet. I had been checking my email, and saw a site 
I didn't recognize in our favorites. I clicked on it, 
and found a site that almost disgusted me to throwing 
up. It was a bunch of girls, spreading their legs for 
dogs and horses and the like.

That night, I had nightmares galore. The images of the 
thick animal cum streaming into those girls' mouths, 
the giant horse cock splitting those girls in half, the 
dogs getting stuck to the girls. I knew my dad was 
looking at those pictures, and I couldn't believe it. 
Why would he want to see girls having sex with animals?

The next day was my last day of school. I woke up and 
left, not talking to my dad at all. I said goodbye, and 
went to the short day at school. I'd worn my swimsuit 
so I could go to the pool afterwards. I had a good time 
and met a boy I really liked, and I ended up forgetting 
all about what I'd seen the night before. 

We lay in a private spot and made out for a little, and 
he slipped a finger past my swimsuit and into my virgin 
hole. I told him I didn't want to go further than that, 
because I had some values of keeping my virginity and 
such for the right guy. But I promised that I'd give 
him the chance to be that guy.

I left the pool around three in the afternoon and 
walked halfway up the mountain like I usually did, 
which was good exercise. I got home and thought I saw 
something in the backyard, but I couldn't be sure.

I walked into the house and noticed a difference right 
when I got in. In the living room were two dog cages, 
two pairs of bowls, two leashes, two collars, and some 
dog food and treats. I knew my birthday wasn't coming 
up until school started again, so I wondered what the 
occasion was. My grades hadn't been bad, but B's and a 
C were hardly a reason to celebrate, I thought.

"Daddy, what is all this dog stuff for?"

"Come in the backyard hunny," he yelled.

I dropped my backpack and the clothing I'd carried and 
went to the backyard in just my swimsuit. When I got 
back there, a huge German Shepherd was in a metal pen 
that was almost seven feet high and closed all around 
with a cement bottom. The yard was all fenced in, with 
a gate at the back.

"What's all this Daddy?"

"Well hunny, I've decided to get you a dog. I figured 
you deserved one."

I smiled. "That's so nice of you daddy. Uh, where's the 
other dog?"

He looked at me with a confused look. "What other dog?"

"There's two sets of everything in the house."

"Oh. I'm getting the other one tomorrow."

I shrugged. "So, what's his name?"

"Rex," he said. "He's all yours."

"Thanks Daddy," I said, hugging him. "I love you."

"I love you too Trish."

***

I played with Rex and had a lot of fun with him for the 
rest of the day, and finally locked him in his pen 
outside before I went to bed. I got a water bottle from 
the fridge before heading to bed, just like I did every 
night. I went up to bed, stripped down and put on new 
panties and the giant t-shirt I wore every night. I 
took a small drink of water, laid down, and went to 
sleep.

I dreamt a lot that night, something about all the 
stuff that was in the living room. I dreamt of what 
kinds of dog my dad was going to get me the next day. I 
must've slept pretty well, but I got kind of cold in 
the middle of the night, and pulled my fur blanket over 
against my naked body, and went back to sleep.

I woke up the next morning, stretched, and got up off 
my cold bed. Then I realized something. I didn't have a 
cold bed, and also remembered that I didn't have a fur 
blanket. I rubbed my eyes and opened them fully to the 
morning sunshine beating down on me through the trees.

"Morning Rex, high Angel."

I knew my nickname was angel, that's what my dad always 
called me. But Rex? Who was Rex? Oh yeah.

I looked over my surroundings, and found out where I 
was, why I was cold, and why I had a fur blanket.

I was in the outside cage, with Rex stretching next to 
me as he woke up. I'd been laying in the large doghouse 
with him for some time in the night. I looked over 
myself, and found that my t-shirt and panties had both 
been removed.

"Hungry guys," my dad asked.

"Daddy, what's going on?"

"On all fours Angel," he said.

I looked at him, confused. I searched for another dog 
in the cage. There was none.

"Now please," he said, standing at the door of the 
cage.

A memory suddenly flashed in my mind. It was of the 
computer, the site, the dogs and the girls. I'd 
forgotten all about it until now. I knew what was going 
on. I knew what I was in for, and I didn't like it at 
all.

"Daddy, no! Let me out now."

"SIT, NOW!"

Of course, I didn't. I wasn't going to be like one of 
those girls on the site. No way, no how.

"Angel, if you don't sit right now, you're getting 
punished."

I folded my arms and turned away.

"Fine then, no food for you this morning."

I heard a door open, but not the cage door. It was a 
small door for a food bowl to be slipped through. Rex 
got up and eagerly walked over to start eating. I 
looked over and saw another bowl full of dog food in my 
dad's hands.

"I'll take you both for a walk after breakfast," he 
said, going back into the house.

After Rex ate breakfast, my dad came out and looked in.

"So, ready for a walk?"

I sat down and crossed my arms.

"Fine then. If you go to the bathroom in that cage, 
you'll get a beating you'll never forget."

I shrugged, and my dad opened the cage, put a leash on 
Rex's collar, and then locked the cage again (with a 
key, of course, so I couldn't get out.

I sat there for a while, waiting for them to come back. 
I kept thinking that if I kept this up, my dad would 
give in, or maybe show me it was all a joke. But nearly 
an hour and a half passed, and neither Rex nor my dad 
came back. I started getting hungry, and I had to go to 
the bathroom pretty badly. After two and a half hours, 
I felt like my bladder was going to explode, and my 
stomach was eating itself.

"Hello Angel," my dad said, coming from around the 
house, leading Rex. "Hungry?"

I nodded, standing on all fours. Now I knew my dad was 
serious, and I figured I'd better get used to this, 
because my dad was not going to stop this. He smiled, 
and opened the cage door, leashed me, and led me into 
the yard. He didn't get far before I squatted down and 
unleashed what seemed like a flood of urine. I had to 
go so bad; it felt like I was spraying it out 
forcefully. And it hurt too.

After I was done, my dad brought me inside, put Rex in 
his cage, and brought out my full food bowl. Dog food, 
of course. I looked up at my dad, hoping that he was 
just kidding about this part, at least.

He nodded at the food, and I proceeded to eat it, since 
I was so hungry at that point, I'd take anything. I ate 
the food hungrily, and not soon after, I had to go to 
the bathroom again. My dad realized this, let me out, 
and I squatted down in the middle of the yard, facing 
my dad. I pushed out my feces, and let it dump in the 
grass. It felt so wrong, but I knew I had to get used 
to it.

After that, my dad let Rex out and we played around in 
the yard while my dad cleaned our messes up. He let us 
back in, and we lay down and slept while my dad watched 
TV. I woke up, finding myself next to Rex, curled up 
against his stomach.

"So Angel, hunny. You're going to be a good dog?"

I nodded.

"Good girl," he said, taking a dog biscuit out of his 
pocket and tossing it to me. I caught it and ate it, 
trying to savor the taste. Bacon, not bad.

During the rest of that day, I realized how good a 
dog's life really was. Sure, you slept in a cage, 
outside in the cold, and ate disgusting dog food. But, 
you got fed, watered, could go to the bathroom in full 
view of someone, and sleep all day if you wanted to. 
Overall, the day made me realize how good a dog's life 
really was. So far.

***

One day the following week I woke up next to Rex, 
cuddled up to his belly in the outside doghouse. When I 
woke up, so did he. Since I could make nowhere near as 
much noise as Rex, he barked and managed to wake up my 
dad, who had apparently slept in. He came out, fed us, 
let us go to the bathroom, and then penned us back up 
to go to work. He put a bigger water bowl in the pen, 
and then drove off.

Rex and I, to say the least, didn't do much. Until 
around two, that is. In the afternoon, Rex decided to 
get up and walk around a bit, sniffing around. I had no 
idea what for, but obviously he could smell something 
that I couldn't, being a human and all. He continued 
sniffing for quite some time before coming back to me. 
He nudged me, and I stood up.

At first I thought maybe some kind of animal was in our 
doghouse. Then I knew what he smelled. Apparently, Rex 
could tell when I was in heat, or most likely to 
conceive a baby. Well, he figured it out by smell, and 
I could tell he was in the mood by his long, red, slimy 
five inch dog cock.

Since I'd been stripped of my ability to talk (through 
a few punishments), I simply whimpered. He licked my 
virgin hole lightly with his tongue, which felt 
incredible. Obviously, dogs knew what they were doing, 
although I highly doubted that they normally did this 
to bitches. It hit me then that that's what I was. I 
was the bitch to be mated with Rex.

That's exactly what Rex intended as well. He licked me 
a few more time, and I braced myself when he stopped. 
He mounted up, scratching my sides. He leaned forward, 
trying to slip his red penis into my hole, so, 
carefully; I reached back and pushed it up a little, 
knowing what I was getting myself into.

He slipped in. Quick. My hymen tore on the first push, 
and my cavity went from tight to dog-cock size in less 
than a second. I whimpered and cried a little from the 
pain, but it was clear to me that Rex was not intent on 
hurting me, just mating. He leaned forward more and 
licked my cheek for reassurance. He was a father 
figure, and a suitable mate for any lucky… well, bitch.

For the next fifteen minutes, I could almost say we 
were making love. He pumped himself in and out of me, 
keeping a steady, but slightly fast pace. Every push in 
was pleasurable due to the knob at the base of his 
penis hitting my clit. Every pull back was equally as 
pleasurable, hitting every nerve in my newly opened 
vagina.

Then it started. The final part of the mating. Rex's 
knot began to grow, and it grew big. So big, in fact, 
that it felt twice the thickness of his cock. And it 
was stuck in me. But, Rex managed to continue humping 
me, despite the limited area he had to move in. 

Finally, he plunged his cock deep into my pussy and 
stopped. I felt the cock throb, and his thick semen 
began filling my womb. And I mean my womb. Bypassed 
vagina, cervix and all. I was sure it would shoot right 
up my tubes and hit an egg without problem. His cock 
kept pumping out more and more, until, after a minute, 
he stopped.

But, due to his thick knot, we were stuck. My dad came 
home a few minutes later and found Rex laying on top of 
me, both of us stomach down. Rex was letting his knot 
subside, and I was lying there, still receiving tiny 
orgasms every attempt Rex made to pull out of me. I 
could feel the thick goop holding his seed dripping out 
of me, and was surprised he still couldn't get out.

My dad came into the cage to pet us, but Rex growled to 
protect his new bitch. Me. My dad backed off until five 
minutes later, when Rex finally was able to pull out 
and walk away from me. I felt a few globs of semen slip 
out of me onto the cement, but stood up and walked over 
to my dad.

"Good girl Angel. Good boy Rex," he said as Rex cleaned 
himself off.

I walked into my dog house and laid down, letting Rex's 
cum swim up into my womb, trying to find an egg (or 
eggs, I wasn't sure yet) to fertilize.

Nearly two weeks later, I missed my period. Even after 
another week, it still hadn't shown up. Rex and I had 
continued fucking since our first time. Rex, however, 
found a new personality in me after I became pregnant. 
I even noticed it after a while. I growled at him 
whenever he tried to mount me, and even turned around 
and bit his nose once. I was being protective of the 
baby (or babies) growing inside of me. I was still 
unsure of how they would turn out, as human, dog, or 
some mix. I didn't even know how long they'd be in me.

***

A few months passed, and one night, I felt it. I was 
sleeping next to Rex when my uterus told me it was 
time. At this point, I knew there was going to be more 
than one baby. How I'd gotten so many was unknown to 
me, but it was going to be at least three. I nuzzled 
Rex awake, and then pushed him out of the doghouse. He 
knew what was going on, and lay down at the door to the 
pen. I quickly arranged our blanket to be suitable for 
my birthing, and then lay down against the wall.

It was painful as the first baby breeched my cervix and 
came through my vaginal canal. After only two pushes, 
the first puppy came out. And that it was: a puppy. 
German shepherd and all. I was happy, because I hadn't 
wanted some freaky human/dog mix.

I forgot all about that problem as the second puppy 
began its journey through my cervix. It too found its 
way out in two pushes. So did the next three. The sixth 
puppy only needed one push, followed by an additional 
push to get out the extra blood, tissue, and fluids in 
my womb. I began cleaning them off using the towel, and 
then scooched them over to my tits, where two latched 
on with their tiny teeth. It hurt, but I was trying to 
make sure all six got something out of me.

After an hour of my six children competing for my 
filled tits, they settled down and curled up next to 
me. Rex stood at the door, but I growled to let him 
know he wasn't welcome in. He understood, sat down, and 
stared at his and my creations. Then he turned, lay 
down, and guarded the dog house for the rest of the 
night.

When morning came, my dad came out and found out not to 
mess with my puppies. I growled, and when he smacked my 
nose, I bit him. He went to smack me again, and Rex's 
teeth made a bigger mark than mine had. My dad left me 
and my puppies alone for a while. After a week of 
keeping my eyes on Rex at all times, I finally allowed 
him to watch the puppies if I was eating or going to 
the bathroom. He was a great father, just as he had 
seemed so when he impregnated me.

***

A few more months went by, and finally my puppies were 
old enough to get sold. I'd had so little time with 
them, it seemed, but they were ready to be on their 
own. My dad let me keep one, and Rex and I chose our 
littlest (which was also the last one I'd birthed). 

My dad named him Laser, since he was so fast. I could 
care less, because he was "My Little One" to me. After 
the puppies were sold (which was heartbreaking for me, 
since I couldn't watch it), Rex, Laser, and I had our 
time running around and playing.

Since then, I've had three more litters with Rex 
(fifteen puppies in all). I never kept anymore, since I 
already had Laser and Rex trying to contend for my 
womb. I never let Laser do me, however, because I 
considered him a son over anything else.

I will more than likely add another story in time.

***

Archivist's Note: Because this is an anonymous author 
the archive will be unable to honor requests for 
further chapters unless they are supplied by this 
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