Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2003 09:31:04 +0100
From: Beverly Taff
Subject: Dog Day Afternoon  Chapter 12

     After thirty minutes of shared pleasure, Billy
seemed finally to be ready to release me.     I felt his
knot start to soften and shrink and gently I started to
ease myself off his delightful toy.     I noticed Molly's
eyes widen with anticipation as her lips parted slightly
and the tiniest part of her tongue gave her inner
feelings away.    I took pleasure in prolonging her inner
tensions.
     "It will be some time yet, I think, before he turns
his attentions to you.    I might as well try on those
other body-shapers you made and perhaps I can have a mug
of that coffee you made earlier."
     Molly's eyes drooped with disappointment as she
watched Billy settle on the settee and close his eyes.
She did not realise that her favourite dog had already
been well served during the morning by three of his four
'bitches'.   Billy's eyes drooped sleepily.
     "Huh!   Just look at him.    He's just like all the
rest of them," she pouted moodily.
     "Oh be fair.   He's worked hard this morning, hasn't
he girls?"
     Betty and Jacky both nodded enthusiastically as they
sorted through Molly's creations and chose a body-shaper
for me.
     I turned to Molly sympathetically.
     "Give him a bit of time.   He'll soon be ready for
you.   I think he'd like some steak or something.  Is
there anything here for him?"
     "No.   This is only a boutique.  I don't live here.
My House is out of town."
     "That's a pity," I replied as I slipped into the
beautiful pale blue body shaper.    "You'll have to wait
until we get back to Betty and Jacky's apartment."
     Molly frowned as I yanked at the shoulder straps and
tried to locate my bitch tits correctly.   Her
corsetiere's eyes showed displeasure at my antics.
     "That's not how you do it.    You'll stretch it all
out of shape.   Look, just ease it up to the waist and
arrange the lower cuplets around your bitch nipples.
Then just ease the bodice up your chest and feed your
girly breasts into the cups.
     I realised she was right.  The tiny little cuplets
were neatly framed within the diamond shaped satiny front
panel but this was snagging at my sensitive bitch tits.
I eased the top down again and made my bitch tits
comfortable in each little cuplet before rolling the
bodice up my chest and gently pouring my milk-laden girly
breasts into the comfortable support.     Molly bent down
and gave the whole garment a few gentle tugs as she
fussed with my bitch tits then stood up and gazed
appreciatively upon her creation.
     "How does that feel?"   She asked.
     I bent my body experimentally and the soft satiny
little cuplets remained in place whilst gently cupping my
bitch tits with no rubbing or discomfort.    I smiled
with satisfaction and gently lowered my fingers to the
tiny bumps of satin.     As I circled my fingers over the
bumps a delightful sensation transmitted my motions to my
bitch tits but it did not send disabling shafts of lust
to my core.   The soft satiny supports were just perfect.
They were enough to be pleasantly comfortable without too
much titillation.    I then tested my girly breasts and
savoured the sensuous but reassuring support.    They
were supremely comfortable yet clearly strong enough to
provide all the support for my heavy suckling breasts.
I looked over my breasts and admired Molly's handiwork.
Not only did the cups support my swollen breasts, but
also there were two distinct little cuplets similar to my
bitch tit cuplets, providing additional comfort and
protection for my sensitive milk-laden nipples.    I had
all the support and protection I would need from 'joggers
nipple'.       Molly obviously knew her job.    As a
final test I did some hard 'running on the spot' but the
body shaper behaved perfectly.    It was just perfect for
my active life.
     "These will be perfect for jogging," I mused.
     "But no good for nursing," observed Betty as she and
Jacky returned with some coffee and chocolate biscuits.
     "Oh that's all taken care of," added Molly.   "The
pink ones are for erotic sessions, the blue ones are
athletic body shapers but these white ones are for
mothering.    Look, they have special individual nursing
cups at top and bottom for all ten of your nipples.
You'll be able to suckle from all your nipples simply by
slipping these tiny Velcro tabs."
     So saying, she gave one of the crescent shaped tabs
on one of the bitch cuplets a gentle tug and the satiny
cup dropped down to reveal Molly's finger pushing through
exactly like one of my bitch tits.    My eyes widened
with admiration.
     "Crikey!   That's brilliant.   Can I try one now?"
     "I wouldn't let you leave if you hadn't." Replied
Molly.
     So once again I changed Body shapers and savoured
the gentle support before experimenting with the flip
down panels.   They worked perfectly and I decided to
remain wearing the white one.     Having satisfied myself
with my new adapted lingerie, I slid back into my leotard
and tights to try my usual exercises.
     "Yep!   These are perfect.   I've got to hand it to
you Molly.   You really know your stuff.   Come on, let's
get back to Betty's and give Billy some sustenance.
     Molly's eyes glittered with pleasure as we gathered
up all the body shapers and some other stuff then left
for Betty's house.    On the way over, we stopped by at a
hypermarket to finish the shopping, paying particular
attention to Billy's steak.
     Betty's apartment was above her vetinary surgery in
a huge old rambling house.     Out back she had one of
the only gardens and back yards in that particular block.
In the old days, the area had been the main freighting
and shipping district for the city.   Years ago, the
railroad had closed and the district had fallen into
disrepair.   Until recently, most of the freight offices
and warehouses had been derelict but now they were
gradually being refurbished as the gay village expanded.
     The old house that served as Betty's practice was a
bit of an anachronism in that it had stood since before
the arrival of the railway in the nineteenth century.
The mature trees around it were evidence of its age and
permanence.       It still had the old pailing fence and
front porch out front, whilst out back there was still
the large garden.
This garden and yard meant Betty and Jacky could have
barbeques in perfect privacy.              Betty had made
the garden 'animal escape proof' and in so doing, she had
also made it secure.     A high external fence and a
thick border of shrubs and fruit trees gave the garden
additional seclusion and privacy.       Now that the
neighbourhood was picking up, Betty's place had become a
very desirable property.   She was also famous for her
barbecues.
     We swept through her back gate and slipped in via
the privacy of her back door.    Once inside Molly
disappeared immediately but Betty delayed Billy whilst he
wolfed down a huge piece of steak.  He was obviously
hungry and looked up after demolishing the treat.
Ruefully Betty raided her fridge and took out another
huge slice.
     "I was saving that for tomorrows dinner, it's a good
job we stocked up at the hypermarket."
     "Where's Molly?"  I asked.
     "She's probably in the spare room.     Billy will
find her."    Smiled Jacky knowingly.
     We all grinned and settled down to savour our coffee
and more biscuits.
     "I could get fat living like this," I declared.
     "No Hope Bev," said Jacky, "eight o'clock sharp
tomorrow, we'll be round to take you jogging."
     "Make it nine," I replied.    "I've got the babies
to feed first.   Being a mum takes time."
     Betty nodded as she turned to face Billy who had
returned from the kitchen after finishing the steak.
She held out a chocolate biscuit and Billy nibbled it
appreciatively.    Then he demolished several more
biscuits before Betty ruffled his thick ruff and
whispered softly.
     "Where's Molly boy?"
     Billy woofed softly and crossed to me, his alpha
bitch.
     "Go to it boy!"     I encouraged.
     He wagged his tail then span around and padded
eagerly down the corridor.  He stopped by a door, sniffed
it, then gave a short low whine and gently tugged down
the door handle with his teeth.   The last we saw was his
thick tail disappearing into the spare bedroom.    As I
stared down the empty corridor I reflected on the comedy
of the situation.   Billy's behaviour was exactly like a
predatory man's.
     'Males were all the same,' I grinned to myself.
     "They'll be gone for a while," smirked Jacky.
     "And I'll have to be going too," I replied, "it's
nearly lunch time and my babies need feeding."
     "I'll run you over and then you can come back here."
Offered Jacky.
     "There's no need.  It's only a couple of blocks.
The exercise will do me good."   If I eat any more of
those biscuits, I won't be able to walk."
     "OK, but I'd still like to come over.    I like
watching you feed those little darlings<" admitted Jacky.
     "OK," offered Betty.    "You two go.    I'll get a
barbecue going for a late lunch.   Be back between three
and four then we'll have a lazy Sunday afternoon."
     Jacky collected a huge shoulder bag of vetinary
stuff and we left Betty rigging the barbecue.    Gently
we trotted slowly past the couple of blocks back to the
club to test my new lingerie.   I felt no discomfort or
undue excitement and I declared the garment successful.
     In my flat Jacky prepared the puppies whilst I
slipped off my leotard and tights then unfastened the
nursing cups.   Jacky smiled enviously then offered up
each little girl baby to my nipples.
     "I wish I could do this."   She sighed enviously
     "What!"   I gasped, " Give birth to these?"
     "Sort of.   It must be nice to feel all those
nipples being tantalised."
     I squirmed as she attached the babies.    It was a
nice sensation, especially whilst the little darlings
were still toothless.     Jacky fingered my two remaining
girly breasts and I sagged with pleasure, as she tasted
the glistening droplet on her finger.
     "We were just in time, look, you're beginning to
leak."
     "I know.   That's why I came home silly.    D'you
think I can't feel my tits swelling?"
     "Mmmmm.   It must still be nice though.  All those
nipples and all that sensation."
     I lay on my side and Jackie attached the last little
girl puppy to my human breast.    Then she lay facing me
and waited hopefully.    I realised she was hoping for an
invite to replace Billy's function, the relief of my
spare girl tit when my milk started to let down.
     "OK then," I whispered, "just be as gentle as he
is."
     Jacky needed no further encouragement and
immediately settled at my remaining girly breast.
     "Leave some for the boy's," I cautioned.
     Jacky's educated lips soon sent shivers down my body
and her knowing fingers were soon exploring my other
source.
     "Aahh!   Don't get me going!"   I squeaked.   "If I
start to thrash around, I could hurt the babies."
     Reluctantly, she stopped fingering me and settled
down to stroke each puppy individually.    Soon, the
girls little bellies were full.     One after the other
they relinquished their grip on my tits then curled up in
the warmth of my body.    As each girl finished, Jacky
brought a boy for second sitting and I explained how they
had to be rotated to ensure each nipple got roughly the
same load.
     "You have to be a flipping mathematician," she
giggled.
     I smiled as she finally reattached her own lips to
my breasts and drained my girly tits dry.
     "Do I have to wash these babies now?"   She asked.
     "No.   Billy does that.   Fortunately I'm spared the
grubby bits.   When they are older though, I will get
them used to the shower and the toilet."
     "We could start now.   I'll go and get some tissues
and stuff."
     So saying, Jacky opened the giant shoulder bag she
had brought and produced a rubber sheet, rubber gloves
and a large box of tissues.   Then she gently cleaned
each puppy whilst encouraging it to evacuate its body.
I watched fascinated as she then prepared some warm water
and produced a special pet shampoo to wash them.
     "This doesn't sting their eyes," she observed. "They
will soon grow to enjoy it."
     I watched as she expertly finished each puppy then
placed them in a novel little drying cabinet.    It was
obvious that the puppies enjoyed the treat as they
stretched out in the little cubicles and lay blissfully
contented as the warm air fluffed up their coats.
     "This is a present from Betty and I.     It holds
six at a time.       If you want, I'll come over each day
to help.   I'll get a bigger one as the pups grow."
     I joined in the baby washing and we soon had all my
babies washed.    Once they were all sleeping warm and
contented in their basket, Jacky and I indulged our own
pleasures for a while.     After pleasuring each other,
we sauntered back to Betty's house.
     When we got back, Billy and Molly greeted us
enthusiastically at the door and welcomed us into the
garden.    Billy sniffed me suspiciously and I had to let
him check me over before convincing himself that no other
dog had been near.      He had no objections to me living
my human life or sharing my body with his other bitches,
but it was woe betide me if he smelt another dog upon me.
I slipped into the bathroom and let him check my nipples
and bitch cunt.   Eventually he satisfied himself that
the unusual smell on my body was a combination of his
children, Jacky's juices and the new pet shampoo.
The pet shampoo seemed to baffle him and he growled
suspiciously.      I had to get a bottle of the shampoo
from Betty's surgery to convince him it was not a threat.
Nevertheless, he stuck close to me for the rest of the
afternoon as we barbecued in the garden.
Eventually the evening chill sent us inside.
     It was once inside that Molly finally learned of
Billy's stamina and prowess.        He domineered us and
literally herded us like sheep into Betty's bedroom and
onto the huge four-poster bed.     We had little choice
as we submitted to his will and he serviced his whole
pack of bitches.    Strangely, despite our explaining
Billy's missionary skills to Molly, she still preferred
doing it doggy style.    Billy readily obliged.