The Bitch
By JayneM.
It’s as if I was in a sexual fog. My body wanted me to shed the robe and step outside completely naked into the cold night. He would be waiting there. I decided to try clearing my head and went into the master bath. I dropped the robe and looked at my naked body in the full-length mirror. I had gained weight. I could tell. My hips were wider, and my ass was bigger and fuller. My belly was no longer flat. I had not shaved my pussy for six months, and it was now full and thick. It didn’t hide my pussy lips, though. They were bare and swollen, a deep red color hanging down low. My clit was swollen, too, and I knew what these signs meant. I was in heat.
My body was ready to breed. I could tell something was different this time. I could feel it. I moved my hands down to my lower belly and pressed. It’s hard to explain, but I knew something was different. My pussy felt like it was on fire, and I looked down and saw it had been dripping fluid—it had prepared itself for breeding. I reached and picked up my full breasts to find they were very swollen, with veins noticeable beneath the skin. My nipples were dark. Much darker than normal. Another clue to my state of heat. I pinched both large nipples, and a few drops of milk were expressed. Another sign.
I stood there looking in the mirror, and before I knew it, I was standing outside on my porch. Still trying to figure out how I got there, but I decided it was time, and I wasn’t going back inside. I took a few steps out into the grass. I was barefoot and naked, and it was freezing. I ignored the discomfort and put one foot in front of the other. I had a big backyard and property, but I was soon well away from the house. I could see the small building in the distance. It was cold, but I was committed now. He would be waiting.
I had made this trip before, but never when it was this cold. Being naked didn’t help, but I felt it was necessary. I didn’t want him to be distracted and find my taste and scent easier. I had not showered in a week and knew I smelled very natural. It would not take him long to figure out his opportunity with this Bitch.
It was a two-room kennel. Big because he was a big dog. A Great Dane/Mastiff mix. Well over 200 lbs. There was a dim light on in the front room. I could tell the heater I had installed was running in the back room. I stepped into the kennel, shivering. I stepped through the opening into the back room. His huge bulk was lying down, and he was asleep. I carefully moved around him and laid down to snuggle and get warm. I loved the warm, furry body pressed against my nakedness. I knew my scent was potent, and he would take notice soon.
I was finally getting warm when I felt him stir. He leaned his big head back and licked my arm, draped over his body. I could tell he was sniffing the air and knew it was me. I was his mate. He slowly stood up and stretched. I was lying on my back with my legs open wide. He moved around until his head was lower, and he started to sniff and lick with purpose. He has always loved my scent and taste, but tonight was different. Our primal instincts were telling us tonight was special.
I tried to position myself to make it easy for him. I finally felt his snout touch my core. He took some big sniffs, then his huge hot tongue came out, and he sucked my swollen, puffy lips into his mouth. He mouthed them, even chewed my meaty pussy. He began to lick me from my asshole to my clit. I loved when he did this and was soon lost in the feeling. I knew the fluid was flowing out of my pussy in preparation, and he was lapping it up. It got to be overwhelming; my body convulsed on its own, and I shot a stream of fluid out as I came.
I was shaking some and trying to recover when I felt his big head pushing into my hips. He did it again, this time harder, telling me to get up. I leaned up and looked at him. His bright red cock was coming out of its sheath. He was ready and wanted me to get into the position on my hands and knees, doggie style. I rolled over and got up in position, and there was no turning back now. This was going to happen.
I was being very submissive to him. He was in charge. I could tell he was worked up. I was in position, and he moved around me. I had built this kennel specifically for this and ensured we had room to maneuver. In my position, my big, heavy breasts were hanging down very low. After a couple of sniffs, he started to lick them. His big, wet tongue ran across my swollen nipples. I guess he tried to get one in his mouth to suck on. I let him do what he wanted. He let go of my nipples and moved around directly behind me. My big ass was presenting itself to him. I could feel that my pussy lips were swollen and puffy and sticking out. A couple of more sniffs and licks of them and a pause. I could hear him panting. Then it happened.
He jumped on my back, almost knocking my breath out. I went down onto my elbows, and my nipples roughly rubbed the floor. I could feel the tip of his cock poke once, then twice, and the third time, it went inside me. He started to fuck me hard, shoving deeper and deeper. This usually took a while because I was tight, and he was huge. He was progressing, and I felt him grabbing me around my waist. I think he even growled some.
My pussy was not built to take a cock of his size. I could stretch widthwise, but his length could cause issues. I felt the tip of him hit bottom inside me, and he still had lots to go, including the knot. It helped that I was in heat because it meant my cervix would be more pliable and less firm. I felt his tip push directly into my cervix. I felt it start to stretch open more.
I knew he would aggressively shove it in once he felt he could go deeper inside me. This was always an amazing feeling when it happened. I felt myself open up deep inside me. It wasn’t painful, but I had no control over it. When the entire tip of his cock had breached my cervix, I felt his knot start to try and get in me.
At this point, I just held on and let him take me. There was nothing I could do about it. Did it hurt? Yes, at certain points. His knot was huge, and it took some effort to get me to stretch enough to take it. I always was amazed I did it. The tip of his cock was well past my cervical opening. I’m not sure how far, but it was deep in my uterus. I could see it moving in my belly; it had never done that before. He stretched my opening, which burned when the knot was suddenly sucked inside me. I let out a little yelp from the surprise.
We both stayed perfectly still. His knot continued to swell, and I waited. It was getting huge inside me. His cock was now sealed inside his mate so he could breed her. Suddenly, I felt a warmth start to spread deep inside me. It was up in my uterus but also much deeper. His cock was pulsing, and he was cumming inside me. His potent sperm was seeking out its goal. I loved this and knew I was his Mate.
He turned to the side, causing his forelegs to slide off my back. He soon turned completely around but was no less stuck inside me. His sperm pulsed deeper inside me, and we both let it happen. The timing of this was perfect. He wanted nothing more than to breed his Mate. My body had surrendered to him and was ripe. I had been in heat before, but not like this. It seemed like he was depositing a gallon of sperm deep inside me. My belly was swollen from it. As the pulses his cock was making started to slow down, I mentally prepared myself for what was to happen.
Getting his knot out of me could be a huge challenge. If it shrank enough with the effort, it would come out. It all depended on how patient he would be. He had stopped ejaculating, so he probably would start trying to pull out. He leaned forward. It wasn’t a tug, but he was testing things. We were firmly tied. I tried using a soothing voice to keep him calm. To me, this was close to giving birth. I pushed out using the same muscles. After about 30 minutes, I felt like we were making a little progress.
I reached back and could feel the lips of my pussy. They had stretched apart, and it seemed that his knot was starting to crown. It has a rough texture, and that doesn’t help. I bore down and pushed hard. I hope he was glad I put up with this. One more time, with him pulling and me pushing, his knot slowly coming out of me. He was panting, and I was breathing hard. I could feel his cock start to come out of my cervix. That was a tight fit. Once that was clear, his entire wet cock slid out of me. I fell forward and grabbed my sore pussy.
I had dozed off. When I woke up, I saw I was alone in the kennel. He must be outside for now. I stood up and took stock of things. I felt like I had been through an extreme workout, but I felt good overall. I did realize that I needed to pee badly. I carefully stepped out of the kennel onto the cold grass. I had no idea what time it was, but it was still dark. I started walking over to ‘My Spot.’ I had selected an area about twenty yards from the kennel near the fence line to do my business. He had his spot.
Walking, I noticed how much my tits would swing and their weight. They had received a workout during my breeding. He had sucked on my nipples and even chewed on them. My nipples rubbed on the kennel floor when he tried to get inside me. I really couldn’t see well, but I felt my nipples. They were swollen and very puffy. I also noticed as I walked how swollen my pussy lips were. I could feel them hanging down. He had stretched them.
I reached my spot and got down on my hands and knees. I stuck my ass in the air and relaxed. My flow started, and a strong stream arched out, landing about three feet behind me. It felt good, but I was cold. It seemed to go on for I long time. I needed to go. I finally finished. I shook my ass back and forth to try and dry it. Of course, there was nothing to wipe with. He would lick me later. I stood up and turned to walk back. He was standing about 10 feet in front of me, watching.
I decided to do a little test. Instead of returning to the kennel, I turned and took a couple of steps to head back to the house. I took maybe three steps, and I heard him. It was an unmistakable, low, deep growl. I froze in place. It was his way of telling me we were not done yet. I was his mate, and I was expected to serve him. I was still in season, even though he had bred me once he wasn’t finished. I turned back to the kennel, and he followed me. I wondered how long he would keep me until he was satisfied that my breeding was successful.
I kept track of the days and had been down there for five days. We mated at least twice a day, sometimes three times. I was getting worn out. Suppose you are wondering about my eating or drinking. It’s pretty simple. He has an automatic water bowl that refills on its own. All I have to do is bend down and lap as much as I want out of it.
Regarding food, I changed his dog food about a year ago. It’s all-natural, and I have it specially made. It’s meat and vegetables. There are hard chunks and soft ones, and I usually eat the soft ones. It sounds gross, but it’s alright, especially if nothing else exists.
The lighter color pieces taste like chicken, and the darker ones like beef or pork. I pick them out of his feeder, and it gets me by. The only side effect is it makes me poop. I usually have to go a couple of times a day, and my poop is different than human poop. It’s like dog poop. There is a difference in consistency and smell. When I get the urge, I walk down to my special spot.
I get on all fours and push it out. If you looked at a pile of his poop and one of mine, you couldn’t tell the difference other than size. He eats a lot, so he poops a lot. Of course, I have nothing to wipe with, but it usually comes out in fairly firm small clumps. If I shake my ass in his face, he will lick it.
One of the most amusing things I experience is when the Dog Poop Yard Service comes by to do their thing. It’s expensive, but things would get out of hand if I didn’t use them. They come twice a week and will walk the yard looking for poop piles to remove. They will look everywhere, but they know my dog’s special spot and the one I use. Of course, they have no idea they are picking up my poop. They think there are two dogs. I have often been outside completely naked in the kennel when the guy has come by.
He has never looked in while I am watching him. He will walk around the kennel looking for piles. He had nearly caught me several times when I was out in the open. Luckily, I heard his truck. One time I had just finished pooping and heard him. I barely got into the kennel before he saw me. I watched him pick up my fresh pile and smiled.
The sixth day came, and it looked like he had finally decided I was sufficiently bred and would leave me alone. I was glad, but I did enjoy being his Bitch for a week. We bonded from this experience. There was no doubt we were Mates, and he owned my pussy and womb. I was his. I slowly walked back to the house. It was early morning, but the sun was up. It was still cold, and I, of course, was still naked. I made it to the porch and opened the back door. The lights were on as I stepped into the den. Sitting there looking at me was my Son.
I just looked back at him. I was too tired to do anything else. He had seen me naked many times. But not like this. We had been lovers before I started with my dog. I hadn’t had sex with him in almost a year.
He looked me up and down and said, “Where have you been?”
I said, “Down in the kennel with my dog.”
He said, “For how long? You are a mess.”
I said, “About a week, I guess.”
He laughed and said, “Why so long?”
Without thinking, I just said, “I was in Season.”
He said, “Season?”
I said, Heat. I was in heat.”
He said, “You mean you were fertile, and the dog could tell?”
I said, “Yes, he could tell, and he would not let me leave until he was finished with me.”
My Son was still looking at my naked body and said, “Is that dog cum in your pussy hair?”
I looked down to do a quick inspection. My full bush was matted in clumps from excess dog cum. It was also dried on my inner thighs.
I said, “Yes, that’s what that is.”
His eyes moved up a little higher. I knew where he was looking and put my hand on my lower belly. It was still significantly swollen and protruding. His look told me he knew why but didn’t say anything.
Then he said, “What is up with your tits?”
I looked down at them and said, ‘What do you mean?”
He said, “ Well, first, they are much bigger than normal. Look how heavy they are. They almost hang down to your waist. Plus, the veins in them are popping out. It looks like they are about to explode. But the strangest things are your nipples. I have never seen them like that. They don’t even look human.”
I looked down at my breasts. I picked them up to examine them. He was right. They were swollen and heavy. My nipples were so puffy they looked like little domes. They were very dark and bumpy.
I just said, “Well, they got a real workout.”
He laughed.
I said, “Look, I am going to bathe, so please be quiet.”
I saw him sniff the air, and he said, “Good because you stink. I can smell you over here. You smell like a dog.”
I shook my head and started walking to my bedroom and master bath. Soon, I was soaking in the scented water.
*****
It took me a long time in the bath to get clean. I had dog cum caked everywhere. I was a mess. It did feel good to soak in the hot water. I was sore. I finally got out of the tub. I took a shower to get a final rinse. I toweled off and checked myself in the mirror. I looked like I had been in a car wreck. Lots of scrapes and bruises. My tits were the worse. Very swollen and veiny. I moved my hands down over myself, feeling along the way. I got to my lower belly. Not only was it visibly swollen it felt puffy and big. I had been repeatedly bred for almost a week and knew I was full of his sperm.
I dressed in loose clothes and just wanted to eat some good food and go to bed. I ignored my son, and he left me alone. As the week went on, things got back to normal. My body slowly recovered from the breeding. Things were less swollen, but it would take some time to heal fully. I would mate again, but just not now. I thought about it and realized I had not been with a human male in months—only my dog.
One morning, I woke up and went into the kitchen to make coffee. I was checking emails when suddenly I felt queasy. Luckily, I made it to the bathroom and threw up. I hoped I wasn’t coming down with something. The next morning, about the same time, it happened again. I considered calling the doctor but decided to wait. I looked at my phone and the calendar. I am usually very aware of the timing of things, but I had missed something for some reason. I was late. My period should have started days ago. I tried to rationalize things.
Maybe the recent rough sex with my dog had just messed my cycle up. I kept thinking that, but I had severe morning sickness over the next few days. My boobs hurt. I decided to go to the drugstore and get a couple of tests. I was very nervous, but I had to find out. The next morning, before my first pee, I opened a test and entered the bathroom. I followed the instructions and placed the tip into my pee stream. I set it on the counter and waited.
Enough time had gone by, and I got the courage to look. Time froze. I couldn’t believe it. It was positive. I was pregnant. I sat on the floor, not knowing what to do. All kinds of things ran through my head, and I got emotional and started crying. I remembered that I had bought two tests. I used the second one just to make sure. The results were the same: PREGNANT.
There was one more test to try. It was the test of nature. It was a cool morning, but I went outside anyway. I called my dog over. He came running, probably expecting food or sex. I was wearing a short nightie with nothing on underneath. I pulled it off so I was naked, and I bent over. He came over and stuck his nose into my pussy. He could smell my scent easily. He took a couple of licks. I waited for him to mount, but he backed away and walked off. He knew. He could tell I was pregnant and should be left alone.
I picked up my nightie and just walked back into the house. The weight of my tits causes them to swing back and forth. My son saw me and said, “Dog not interested in some pussy today?” I looked at him and just shook my head. How am I going to explain this? I would have to tell him soon. I returned to my room and lay on the bed, trying to make sense of this.
Somehow, I was pregnant. I had no doubt now. I had not been with a human male in some time, so the only possibility was that my dog was the Father. He had bred me. Nature had found a way. I knew I had to see a doctor. There was no way I could go to my regular gyno. I needed a sonogram, and the only person I knew that made sense was a vet. I had confided with him about my sexual activities with my dog a while back. He was cool about it and said he would keep things in confidence. I decided to call him.
I called him and cried the entire time, asking for his help. He said the best thing was for me to come to his office after hours to have some privacy to do the exam. I thanked him, and we made plans to meet the next evening. I got to his office just before it closed and texted him I was there. He said to wait until he was sure we would be alone. Finally, my car was the only one there, and he texted me to come to the back door. I had a big coat on with the hood pulled up. He let me in, and we went to an exam room. He said it would probably be easier if I got undressed. I expected that and quickly shed layers until I was fully naked. I wasn’t embarrassed, and neither was he.
He had me sit on an exam table. The first thing he looked at was my large breasts. After some measurements and manipulation, he pulled on one nipple and squeezed it. A few drops of milk came out. He did the same thing to the other one with the same result. He had me lay back on the exam table and start a full pelvic exam. He used a speculum to open my hairy pussy up. He had a headlamp on and looked deep inside me. He swabbed my cervix after poking at it some. He removed the speculum and let me close my legs. He then gently felt my lower belly, asking me if it hurt. It didn’t, but I could tell it was swollen.
It was time to do the sonogram. He wheeled the machine close to the exam table I was on. He turned the screen to see it, but I couldn’t. He squirted that cold, slick gel onto the skin of my lower belly. Turing the machine on, he told me to relax and lean back. I closed my eyes and did that. He placed the reading head on my skin and moved it around with slight pressure. All of a sudden, I could hear rapid heartbeats. I opened my eyes because this was now real. He kept going back and forth and up and down, getting a full set of images. I guess he was satisfied, but he had not said a thing. He cleaned my naked belly up and told me to get dressed. He left to give me some privacy to do that.
When I was finished, I called out to him, and he asked me to join him in his office. We sat in some comfortable chairs. He smiled at me but looked concerned. The first thing he said was that I was definitely pregnant. He then asked me what I wanted to do about it. I thought momentarily and knew he meant I could easily end the pregnancy.
I looked at him and said, “I want to let nature take its course. Whatever that is.”
He smiled and said, “OK. Do you want to see the Ultrasound?”
Excited, I said, “Yes, of course.”
He had a big flat screen in his office. He used a remote to turn it on and went through a menu until he found the right one. There it was. He started explaining things in a fairly clinical manner. We were looking at the inside of my uterus. Some small shapes were filling it.
“Each shape,” he said, “…is a puppy. It’s not very big yet, but that would happen fast. You can see their little hearts beating.”
I tried to count but gave up. I just said, “How many?”
“At least six, but there could be some hiding I couldn’t see.” He said, “Your dog’s breed averages seven to nine but could reach twelve. They were going to get big fast. Gestation was only sixty-five days. Your uterus will be maxed out as it wasn’t built for this. We just would have to keep close tabs on my progress.”
I asked him, “Do you think I could make it and give birth?”
“Nothing is certain,” he said. “But things looked good right now. Your breasts will undergo some changes, which looks like that has already started. Bigger and fatter with darker and longer nipples. Your body will prepare itself to nurse the litter.”
I stared at the pics on the screen for some time. I asked, “Where should I have the puppies? Not in a traditional hospital, of course.”
He said, “Depending on what time of day you go into labor, you can have them here in my clinic, or if I prepared a room at home, it would be…private. It probably will be a messy birth. But I promise to help you get through it. The puppies will be a good size and will take effort to push out. You will get tired. There’s a chance that if I can’t do it, an emergency C-section will have to be done.”
We made plans for me to start weekly visits for progress checks.
***
A few weeks passed, and he was right; I was getting big fast. My belly was much bigger, and my tits were enormous. I know my son had noticed even though I only wore loose clothes. One day, I was in the kitchen, and he walked in and stood there. I turned and looked at him and asked him what he was doing. He came right out and asked me if I was pregnant. I was expecting it, but hearing it was still shocking, knowing he noticed. All I said was Yes.
He didn’t ask me anything else. I am sure he suspected the dog had something to do with my condition. I stayed inside the house because I didn’t want to run into a friend and have to explain. A normal dog’s gestation was only sixty-five days, so this would happen quickly. I stayed in touch with the vet and saw him often. He was worried about my uterus growing so fast and being able to hold all these puppies. They were getting huge. My nipples had changed too. They were as thick as my thumb and very long. They had started to drip milk to get ready to nurse. I was worried about having just two and the puppies fighting over them.
The time had flown by. I had one week to go. I wanted it over, but I was very nervous. The puppies were constantly moving around. They were going to be big ones because their Daddy is big. My body was a wreck. I had gotten so big so fast. My belly was huge, and I could barely walk. I shuffled around. I wondered if my tits would ever be the same. They were swollen and bloated and constantly leaked now. I was leaking through every top I owned. I needed some nursing pads, but I didn’t have any. I decided it would be OK to run to the store quickly.
I wore a big maternity dress that was more like a tent. The bra I wore was the last one that came close to fitting and was a stretch. I only wore it. After all, I could stuff tissue in it because I was leaking so badly. My tits were overflowing in it, and it felt like the straps would break any minute.
I could park close, and after struggling to get out of my car, I started to shuffle into the store. I made it to the aisle where the nursing pads were. I noticed a few stares. One nosey woman asked me when I was due, and I said any day. She asked if it was more than one. I just nodded.
As I turned to pay, I noticed a growing wet spot on my dress. The broken tissues were soaked through. I hurried to go pay. I was next in line when I felt something. I put my hand on my huge belly and felt it again. It was a strong cramp. I realized today was my due date. I had miscalculated. As the clerk rang my purchase up, I felt another strong cramp followed by a gush of fluid from my pussy.
My water had broken.
.
There was so much. I made a real mess in that store. I just turned and left. I got to my car and was basically wet from head to toe. I got in and called the vet. He calmed me down. He said I should drive to his office since I was already out. When I got there, the cramping had really become intense. I was definitely in labor and felt like I needed to push. The vet helped me inside and helped me get undressed.
He knew what was happening and got me on a table. A big cramp hit, and he told me to push. I could feel the puppy move down and start to emerge from my vagina. It was way bigger than I expected. I cried out, pushing as hard as I could, and it slowly came out. I had just given birth to my first puppy. He cleaned it with a towel and brought it to my huge, bloated breast. It found my nipple but was having trouble getting it in its mouth. Finally, it sucked it in enough to get the milk flowing and suckled.
I had actually done it. I had a live puppy nursing from my breast—my puppy that I had just given birth to. I tried to relax, but then another cramp hit. I still had work to do. He told me to push, and I did. This one was bigger. It took more effort to get it out. Soon, it was cleaned off and suckling from my other breast.
Over the next three hours, I pushed out six puppies. I was worn out. My pussy was a wreck and was very sore. He had to put some of my pups with a surrogate female to nurse. I only had two nipples, which were too big for some of them. I thought I was done, but he looked at the sonogram and said I had more. Oh my God, how many was I carrying? He told me to focus on the next one and bear down and push.
Over the next couple of hours, I pushed three more puppies out. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. I was exhausted. I begged him to tell me that was all. I had nine new babies. He held my hand and told me just to relax.
The End.
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