From: stasya@qnet.com (stasya)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
Subject: Mary and Joe (F/dog preg fantasy werewolf)
Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 22:44:42 GMT

			    Mary and Joe
				  by
			      Dragonfly

	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 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. Greatfully, 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.<BR>

	"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.<BR>

	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 contendedly
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 canid 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."