Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2001 04:20:19 -0000
From: Beverly Taff
Subject: Dog Day Afternoon  Chapter 8

     The last few days of my pregnancy passed
quietly.    Jack checked upon me regularly and
was tickled pink to learn about Billy's hygienic
toilet habits.
     "You mean he actually flushes the pan as
well?" he chuckled.
     "Absolutely.     No more dirt or disease in
this flat.    The place is as clean as a
whistle."  I added.
     "Yes, now you mention it, it is.    But you
always were a stickler for cleanliness.   This
place is like a pin in paper.     There's no
loose hair or anything.    You keep him spotless
and I noticed the other day that the back lawn
was looking cleaner.  Have you taught him
anything else besides the toilet?     If he
washes the dishes as well, I could put him on
the staff"
     "Behave yourself!"  I giggled.         I -
Oooh!   Aahh!"
     Suddenly I felt a strange twist in my lower
belly and turned to Jack.
     "Aah.  I think this is it.   You shouldn't
have made me laugh!"
     "You are probably having a contraction.
Get on the bed," ordered Jack.
     I did not need ordering!      I was already
swaying towards it.    I flopped down and Jack
quickly went into action as his medical
knowledge clicked into gear.   He knew all there
was to know about human childbirth and he had
prepared for any eventuality he could foresee.
We both knew however that there could be serious
complications and Jacks concern was apparent in
his eyes.    He prepared my bed with a large
waterproof sheet then extra sheets and towels.
     "Get undressed please, and let me have a
look at you," he requested.
     Another contraction beset me and I grunted
as I tried to undo my loose pregnancy smock.
     "Here, d'you want me to help?"
     "Yes please," I croaked as the pain eased."
     "How far apart are they?"   He asked.
     "Heck I don't know.  That was only the
second one.   It's less than a minute.    You
should know, you're the bloody doctor!"
     Jack ignored my outburst.    I was behaving
like any pregnant woman wanting to blame the
nearest male for the pain.
     Quickly he stripped me and placed a sheet
over me to assuage my modesty then he returned
to the business end.       I let out another
squeal as third contraction overtook me and
suddenly a large tawny head appeared at my side.
Jack gulped nervously and blanched as Billy's
eyes glowed.
     "Can't you get rid of him or something?"
     "Why?" I responded.   "They are his
puppies."
     "He doesn't look very happy."
     I stroked Billy and reassured him that Jack
meant no harm. Eventually, my partner's tail
started to wag.        Jack shook his head and
smiled stupidly.
      "O.K.   He seems happy but I don't think
he'll be much help.      It's a vet we'll need
if anything goes wrong.   What do I know?  I'm
only the doctor!"
     "You can treat the woman part of me," I
panted, "the bitch part will just have to run
its course.    Ooww!   There goes another
contraction. Get on with it!"  I gasped.
     Jack shrugged his shoulders and his head
disappeared under the sheet between my thighs.
I felt his hands checking my secret places then
I felt a sudden urge to push.
     "Ooohh!   I think I'm starting!"  I gasped
again.
     Jacks voice was slightly muffled under the
sheet but I made out the gist of it.
     "You have started, there's one arrived
already.   Heck!   That was quick.        Did
you feel much pain?"
     "I. - No, nothing, nothing at all.   Bit of
stretching, that's all.   It's the contractions
that hurt not the bearing down."
     "Well that's good.  The actual parturition
should be easy.   You were right about the
puppies being small.   There's no strain on your
pelvis or cervix."
     There was a slight whimper from under the
sheet and Billy let out an anxious bark as he
went to investigate the strange noise.
     "Get away you big lummox!" scolded Jack.
     I peered down my swollen belly to see two
heads bobbing about under the sheet.   Then Jack
spoke again.
     "OK then, you lick it clean."
     "What's going on?" I demanded.

     "It's this stupid dog, he's got his nose
right in the way and he's licking the first pup
clean.
     "That will stimulate it.   He must know
instinctively.   Licking the pups stimulates
them to suckle.   I read that in the vetinary
manuals.   Take the sheet off so that I can
see."
     Jack's head emerged with a grin as he held
up the tiny newborn.
     "It's a girl."
     "How do you know?    I was declared a boy
when I was born!"
     "Yes, well, there's no knowing really is
there?"    He grinned.
     I didn't have time to reply as the urge to
push returned.
     "Ooohh I'm pushing again.  Lookout!"
     Jack pulled back the sheet and placed the
first puppy in my arms.    It was still damp but
not blood stained.       Billy had already
cleaned it up.   I gave it to Billy to sniff
again and he deftly gripped the tiny mite in his
jaws.
     "What are you doing?"  I giggled.
     "He seems to know better than us.  Let him
have it."   Observed Jack as he held up the
second arrival.
     I released the first puppy and Billy gently
deposited it on my belly.   The tiny bundle
immediately attached itself to one of my bitch
nipples and started to suck eagerly.   Billy
sniffed it then took the second one from Jacks
hands and started to lick that one clean.   The
second puppy had difficulty staying on my
rounded belly and Jack studied me thoughtfully.
     "Can you roll over onto your side?"
     "Why?"  I gasped as the third push started.
     "The pups will be able to access your tits
better.   They want to suckle as soon as they
are able.   That is as soon as Billy has cleaned
them."
     I made a wry expression as I pictured
myself producing a litter of pups exactly like a
bitch but I realized Jack was making sense.   As
if to prove his point, the second pup scrabbled
painfully with his sharp little claws and dug
into my belly to get a grip as he struggled to
remain attached to my bitch tits.
     "Ouch!"   I squeaked as I supported the
tiny mite then.   Lying on my side meant I saw
less of the pups actually emerging but it those
little claws hurt!
     With Jacks help, I reluctantly rotated and
brought up my thighs to present my nether
regions sideways as it were.
     Jack and Billy now attended to my business
end with me utterly unable to see what was
happening.
I now felt somewhat detached from the
proceedings and I began to feel like some sort
of breeding machine.      I felt just like a
queen bee or more similarly, a termite queen,
utterly detached from the production end as
nurse ants busied themselves with my nether
parts.
     The process then started to accelerate and
within an hour I had produced thirteen pups.
Billy had gently placed each one in the curve of
my belly until the last one was delivered until
Jack was sure my business end was empty.     I
felt totally humiliated as Jack probed deep
within my most intimate center with a scope to
check that nothing remained.    I had to confess
however that he was gentle and tactful.
Eventually he declared my empty and stood to
gape mesmerised at the site of me lying naked
with thirteen greedy puppies squabbling to feed
off my ten tits.       Billy had simply settled
alongside my back on the bed with his
magnificent head resting on my waist as his deep
brown eyes surveyed the result of our
lovemaking.   I savoured Billy's thick warm coat
keeping my back warm.
     With the situation stabilized, I caught
Jacks bemused expression.
     "What are you so uptight about?"   I
snapped.
     "Nothing.    I-    It's just- well
thirteen.   Heck!   Oh never mind.     Is there
anything you want?"
     "A cup of something would go nicely."
     Jack returned top the kitchen and returned
grinning with a mug of sweet, milky tea and some
biscuits.    Once again he studied the picture
of me with thirteen pups arguing about sharing
my tits.
     "I just don't know what to say.    At least
you had an easy time.   The pups being much
smaller than a human infant, I mean."
     I rose up on my elbow and took the
proffered mug.    Then we studied the suckling
pups together in thoughtful silence.
Eventually Jack spoke again.
     "Are you cold?     Normally, I'd offer you
another sheet to cover you once the mess and
blood is cleared away.   But with those puppies
so busy, I'm not sure what to do about your
modesty.    Do you feel cold?"
     "No."  I replied.   "Billy is keeping me
warm."
     The truth was, I was enjoying Billy's thick
soft silky coat pressed against me as the pups
wriggled and squabbled to reach my milk.
Fortunately they had no teeth so they could not
pull or bite my sensitive nipples.   Jack
studied the scramble as each puppy in turn was
pushed off a nipple by another, hungrier
sibling.

     "This is chaotic.    You'll have to
identify them properly to make sure each one
gets a fair share of milk.   Proper little mummy
now aren't you?   You'll have to pull your
panties right down every time your babies need
feeding."
     "I crimsoned self consciously as I realized
I was necessarily still naked.     I lay there
feeling hopelessly exposed but Jack respectfully
averted his eyes then set to tidying up the bed.
Somehow he managed to assuage my modesty whilst
simultaneously washing my private parts and
inspecting my pussy for any damage.   His
bedside manner was an excellent one.   Despite
his expert fingers gently exploring my intimate
depths, I somehow managed to feel relaxed and
unthreatened.     Next he slid the soiled sheets
from under my provocative butt and removed the
whole lot to the laundry room.   Then he left me
to carry on suckling my babies whilst he busied
himself in the kitchen until the puppies were
all fed.
     Fortunately I had plenty of milk.   My
human bulk ensured ample supplies even for
thirteen little babies.       Eventually the
puppies were satiated and I gently lifted myself
clear from the contented sleeping bundle
gathered in the curve of my body.   For a few
moments I was loath to leave the warmth of
Billy's thick coat but there were things to do.
Reluctantly I sat up and swung my legs over the
sleeping puppies to sit on the edge of the bed.
Billy's ears pricked up inquisitively as I
padded softly to my lingerie drawer.      As I
bent over to open the drawer, he pushed his
inquisitive nose into my cunt and licked it
gently but he did not mount me.   It was obvious
that I was giving off different scents because
he behaved impeccably.    Instead, he cautiously
sniffed my bitch nipples and his cold damp nose
sent a tingle through my loins.     I squeaked
with surprised delight and gasped as my knees
sagged.   Billy wagged his tail knowingly.
     My squeak alerted Jack and he called from
the kitchen.
     "Are you OK?"
     "Oh!   Yes, I'm getting dressed.   Just
wait a moment."
     As I selected my panties and bra, Billy
made the usual fuss of sniffing them and
declaring them to have the right scent.   He was
becoming a right little fusspot.     Finally I
was dressed and gave Jack a shout.    He knocked
courteously on the door then paused as I
repeated myself.
     "It's all right.   Come in."


     He entered with a large tray of food and I
suddenly realized I was hungry.    I smiled
gratefully and thanked him as we sat on the bed
and dined off the tray.
     Jack had already concluded that Billy
shared my food and he set out the same portions
in Billy's bowl on the bedroom floor.
     After eating we started to examine the
puppies for distinctive markings.   The problem
was, they were all Alsatians and there was very
little difference between them.
     "How am I going to tell them apart?"  I
asked.  "They all look the same.  I won't know
which ones have been fed."
     "You'll have to distinguish them by sex and
coloured collars," observed Jack thoughtfully
I bought six pink and six blue collars in
anticipation the litter size but I couldn't
forecast the gender split.    There are nine
girls and four boys.      I'll take some of the
collars back and change them.   The pet shop
said I could."
     I nodded my head in agreement.   Jack's
idea was sensible.   I supposed that in the
natural state, a proper bitch would have some
way of knowing which ones were fed.
Alternatively perhaps, she just let the weakest
die.    I was determined to succeed with all my
babies.    It was strange how I thought of them
as my babies and not just puppies.   I was
obviously bonding with them from the very first
moment.   I supposed it stemmed from my huge
affection for Billy.
     Jack glanced at the puppies and smiled.
     "They all seem to be healthy, but you'll
have to let a vet check them out."
     "How can I do that?   I squawked.    "The
vet will want to see the mother!"
     "Don't worry."   Soothed Jack.
"There's a member of the club who owes me
several favours, you know her.    Betty."
     Betty was one of the lesbian pair of
joggers who had helped me in the park.   I did
not know she was a vet.
     "Betty!"   I gasped.   "But she's one of my
friends!"
     "Yes.     She's also a vet.   You should
show more of an interest in your friends
Beverly.      I suppose you tend to be defensive
and introspective because of your childhood, but
there really are some decent trustworthy people
out there.   Not everybody's a rapist or a
brute!"

     I pulled a face as I was reluctantly forced
to admit Jack was right.   I had been treated
pretty well by the regular club members who knew
me.   They all knew I wanted nothing to do with
relationships.     I just did not trust anybody.
Jack had been the first person I had ever begun
to trust and that had taken months to evolve.
The occasional pratt had tried to approach me
during the daytime sessions but they had
received a quiet word of advice from Harry the
regular bouncer.
     "She's not interested love.   Don't waste
your time."
     Nearly every time, they had taken Harry's
quiet `advice'.     They would have been fools
not to.   Harry was gay, built like a tank and
an ex Green Beret!
     Jack carried on talking.
     "Betty owes me several favours.    She had
a rough time when she first came out as a
lesbian.   Her life reads like a parallel to my
own.         Her father threw her out of the
family vetinary practice and she had to make her
own way.   I helped her open a little small
animal practice a couple of blocks away and
she's doing very well now.   There are plenty of
gays who like animals and you know how quickly
the village is expanding.      You should get
out more Beverly.    You've been hiding yourself
away in this club too much.   You've got a life
now.    Try and put you're childhood memories to
one side."
     I gave a wan nervous smile.    I was
reluctant to let any more people know about my
condition.   It was bad enough that Jack knew.
     "Is she discreet?"  I asked softly.
     "Yes.    She's even treated animals that
been abused by their owners and worked hard to
repair the damage whilst not reporting the
owners.    She runs a clinic with a psychiatrist
friend of mine to help people stop abusing their
pets.   She's liked and trusted by the village
community.       She's always very helpful if
anybody in the club has a problem with their
pet.    She often gives advice for free at the
bar and only charges if she actually has to
treat a pet.   You know how popular she is in
the club.   It was her that found Billy for us."
     I was about to scream that I didn't need to
see any psychiatrists.   God knows! I'd had
enough of bloody psychiatrists in care!     But
his mention of Betty's involvement with Billy's
arrival sealed it for me.     Anybody who had
anything to do with Billy's entrance in my life,
had to be good news.   I finally nodded my head
in agreement.
     "Good.   I'll phone her right away."   Said
Jack.

     I was shocked at the speed of Betty's
response.   I had only just cleared away all the
evidence and made the puppies comfortable in
their new huge basket when there was a knock on
the door.
     I answered the door with the chains still
secured and made sure Betty was alone before I
let her in.      Betty glanced knowingly at the
plethora of security devices and smiled
sympathetically.
     "Still worried after Jack's shooting are
you?"
     "That and some," I replied cautiously.
     "OK then, where are these puppies?"
     I showed her to the big basket and she
stepped forward to investigate Billy.   She had
assumed he was the mother because he was curled
up around the puppies like any nursing bitch
might have.    Billy stood up defensively and
Betty stepped back in surprise as she spotted
his genitalia.
     "Oh!   I thought he was the mother.
That's unusual to see the sire attending.
Where is the mother?"
     I thought Jack might have explained things
but he had obviously kept his mouth shut.   I
silently thanked him for that.   I wanted to
control my own life and make my own
explanations.   Betty's relaxed and easy manner
was proof enough she knew nothing.   Cautiously
I broached the subject.
     "The eh mother is taking a break right now,
can you see her later?"
     "Well I'd like to give her the once over,
where is she?"
     "I uhhm, can you be discreet?"   I asked.
     "Always.    Surely, Jack's explained about
me.   The mother's OK isn't she?   I won't go
unless I'm sure the mother's OK."
     It was obvious that Betty's concern was
entirely for the mother of the puppies.   She
studied the puppies and looked again at me.
     "That's a big litter.    If the mother is
small or young, she may need help with rearing
them.   I'd like to see her."
     "Well, I uhhm- I'm not sure how to tell you
this."
     I hesitated nervously and Betty became
suspicious.
     "Try me."
     "Well the- the mother is doing fine, it's
just that- well things are a bit screwed."
     "And."   Pressed Betty.
     "Well, you're uhhm- you're actually talking
to the mother."
     Betty's eyes narrowed uncomprehendingly for
few moments then I tensed as I saw the slow glow
of dawning pierce her puzzled expression.
Betty's voice took a harder edge as she tried to
wrap her mind around what she was suspecting.
     "What are you trying to tell me?"
     "The mother," I mumbled nervously, "you're
looking at her.   It's- it's me!"
     There!  It was out.   My body sagged with
nervous exhaustion and relief.    It was now up
to Betty.
     The silence grew deafening as the blood
from my racing heart crashed in my ears.    I
stared first at the puppies then at the floor as
I waited for the blast of disgusted rage.
Billy seemed to sense my fear and stood up to
guard me as he whined inquisitively.    His
behaviour finally shook Betty out of her shocked
silence.
     "You're bullshitting me!   Where is she, -
the mother?"
I grew a little bolder.   Betty still did not
seem to grasp it.   For an intelligent woman she
seemed peculiarly dense.
     "I'm not bullshitting!   I tell you, I'm
the mother.   I'll prove it here, watch!"
     My fear gave way to defiance and Billy
caught my mood.   He growled then barked at
Betty as I tugged down the waistband of my skirt
and panties.   Betty's eyes fell on my upper
bitch nipples and they widened with shock as I
squeezed one to eject a tiny squirt of milk
across the spare room.     Billy snapped eagerly
at the flying white droplets and Betty finally
got the message.
     "My God!   What the hell's been going on?"
She croaked dryly.
     "They're mine!"   I snapped once again with
defiance hardening my voice.       "All thirteen
of them.   They're all mine!    I conceived
them, I carried them, I bore them and I damned
well intend to suckle them!"
     Betty fell silent again as she watched
Billy eagerly licking the droplets off the
opposite wall.   Then her eyes bored into mine
as she recognized my honesty.
     "You mean you intend going on with this?"
     "Yes!    Why not?       Nobody else needs
to know.   I can rear them here then find them
good homes.    You just tell me if they are
healthy and give them their shots and stuff.
I'll pay you for your trouble, - and your
silence, if I must.    They'll be well looked
after and well fed.    I've got plenty of milk.
If there's one thing they'll do, they'll feed
well," I finished bitterly.    Her expression
softened a bit and she slumped into the large
armchair that had become Billy's second
favourite spot.   (Our bed being his most
favourite.)   Billy turned to study her and
padded over to rest his huge head in her lap as
he stared dolefully into her eyes.   Another
light brightened in Betty's brain.
     "My God.    Is Billy the father?"
     "Yes.    Why d'you think he's so gentle
with them?   He can smell his genes in them,
just like a lion can when he takes over a
pride."
     "You mean- you mean- you've had sex with
him?"
     "Yes."
     "But how.    I mean, how did you cross-
fertilise.   I mean these look like purebred
Alsatians.    How-"
     Betty finished lamely as she unconsciously
stroked Billy's head.
     "I'll get some coffee and tell you."
     So saying, I left Betty kneeling on the
floor examining the puppies while Billy sniffed
and fidgeted beside her.   When I returned Betty
was finally checking the last one and she sprang
easily to her feet.
     "Well they all seem OK.   They look like
dogs, they behave like dogs and their father's a
dog.   I'll bring the shots tomorrow morning.
Can you guarantee that they are dogs?"
     "Sit down and I'll explain."   I answered
softly.
     Thus I spent the following hour describing
my transsexualism, my surgery and the past year
of my life.      I finished by carrying the
puppy basket to my bedroom and suckling each
puppy in turn.    Betty gaped in amazement as
she examined my body and watched Billy being oh
so protective.
     Eventually she let a slow smile soften her
censorious attitude and she settled down on the
bed beside me.
     "So you're all female now."  She whispered
softly.
I wasn't sure if I was being seduced but it made
no matter.    Billy seemed to sense Betty's
interest and he growled softly.   Betty tensed
for a moment then invited Billy to join us.