("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Pregnant with Pups 2: A Caring Mom by Leigh (bitchboy4jessica@yahoo.com) *** Marcie finds her babies a delight, and sets about the job of being a good mommy. (f/beast) *** Marcie walked stiffly out to the barn after she finished her meager breakfast of toast and milk (she still wasn't feeling quite "up to snuff"). She was also still a little in shock that this thing could have really happened! Sure enough, though, back in the corner of the barn she remembered from the night before, there was a pile of damp towels wrapped loosely around her litter of three mewling puppies! Her babies! Marcie saw her dad had set a nurser bottle on a stool nearby, and that it was almost empty. "Maybe I should go back to the kitchen and warm up some more milk," she thought. First, though, she sat gingerly down next to the pups and watched them struggling blindly in the towel bed. Two were almost pure black, like Roscoe, but one was a mottled black and rust, not unlike her own auburn hair! Gently, she picked that special puppy up, and cradled it to her chest. "Oh, god!" she thought, "I can't believe what I'm seeing! This little girl is MY baby, or puppy, or something! How is this possible?" As she snuggled the baby bitch, it started to root against her nightshirt and make those precious mewling sounds. "There, there," she comforted. As she held the pup, she felt an odd, heavy sensation in her breasts, and saw her nightshirt becoming damp in two growing circles over her nipples. "Oh my god," she whispered to herself, "I'm making milk!" Sure enough, her little four-legged "daughter" began to struggle toward the damp spots, sniffing and licking hungrily. "Could this possibly work?" she questioned as she glanced carefully around the barn to make certain her dad or mom weren't anywhere they might discover what was about to happen. Snuggling down furtively in the darker part of the corner, she lifted her nightshirt, which revealed her brown nipples slowly oozing a thin, honey-colored liquid. She nervously lifted the puppy to her full breast and the little bitch immediately clamped her hungry little sucking mouth over Marcie's teat, and started to nurse. Hard! Waves of sensation began to wash over Marcie as the pup nursed, and she could feel her insides warming and contracting. "Mmmmm," she purred, "this is so weird!" Her pup made little slurping, sucking sounds as it happily fed, and Marcie bent down to pick up one of her two remaining "children." "Here you go, little guy," she murmured, "here's the real thing." The little male quickly caught on, and started suckling hungrily. Marcie sat quietly, feeling an odd warmth sweep through her loins as she cradled the two puppies to her breasts tenderly, her arms beneath her boobs, each tiny head latched on to a large brown nipple. At first their sucking was somewhat painful, but before long she seemed to get used to it, and even found it pleasurable. She knew it was weird, but she couldn't help cooing to her babies! She felt like a perfect mother. As she sat feeding her brood, Roscoe walked into the barn slowly, apparently not sure of what had transpired himself. He sniffed the remaining pup, still crawling fitfully through the towel bed toward Marcie, and then sniffed the two she held to her bosom, then sniffed between her legs. Seeming satisfied with things, he lay down beside her, and gave a big doggy sigh. "Sorry boy, I'm a mom now! No more fun for a while!" Marcie couldn't quite imagine sex right now, anyway, what with her aching abdomen, but the nursing puppies sure felt nice, chomping away at her nipples. She noticed her little girl was slowing down, getting sleepy, and gently tucked her back into the towels, and picked up the remaining animal, another little boy. Soon it was feeding enthusiastically. Marcie felt amazingly contented, and noticed the tension at her breasts was subsiding as the milk was drained by her strange babies. Gradually the second pup slowed his suckling, and Marcie laid him next to his sister, then the third, when he'd had his fill. Her breasts were noticeably flatter, and while her nipples were a bit sore, her overall feeling was of drowsy ecstasy. "I'm really a mom!" she thought, "A very weird mom, but a mom!" She could feel the love for her babies welling up in her like a lump in her throat. Tenderly, she covered the puppies with one of the drier towels, scooped them into her arms and started back to the house. "Marcie, are planning what I'm thinking you are?" her mom chided as the girl carefully wedged in the kitchen door with her precious load. Marcie froze! "uh, well.." she stammered. "Oh silly," her mom grinned, "you can take your puppies to your room to take care of them, but you have to put down papers and make sure you keep them clean!" A wave of relief washed over Marcie, and she relaxed. "Sure, mom! Of course I'll make sure they don't mess things up." "Oh, god," she thought as she started toward the stairs, "for a minute there.... phew!" "Be sure to warm the milk up for them a little before you feed them," her mom advised, turning back to her dishes. "No problem, I'll make sure it's nice and warm, mom," she replied. "It will be all warm," she mused to herself, with sly smile. Roscoe trailing behind her, Marcie climbed the stairs to her room, lay a towel in the middle of her bed and laid her babies down to sleep contentedly while she looked for a bed of their own. "Here we go," she thought as she pulled the box from her skates out of the back of her closet, "this should be a good fit." She dusted the box off carefully, and lined it with a fresh towel from the bathroom. She set it just below her pillow in the middle of her bed, and had begun to transfer the pups to it, when she found her hand sticky with a smelly goop from one of her "boys." "Pee-eww!" she gasped, then wadded up some tissues and set to work cleaning up her litter. "This is going to be more work than I thought." When she finished cleaning the babies, and placing them lovingly in their box home, she headed downstairs for a bite to eat. Marcie prepared her own snack, since her parents were working outside in the warm afternoon, and surprised herself at how hungry she'd become since her meager breakfast! Finishing her leftover roast beef sandwich, half-bag of pretzels and large glass of milk, she cleaned the kitchen and felt a drowsy satisfaction settle over her tired body. She climbed the stairs slowly with heavy legs, spread a thick towel on her bed, locked her bedroom door, then lay down to nap. Before she dozed off she took her strange children out of their box and cuddled them to her chest under her sleep shirt. Some time later Marcie was awakened by an unfamiliar sensation, one of both pressure and pulling, at her chest. Groggily, she started to sit up, then stopped when a sharp tug at her left breast convinced her to look before she leaped. Coming fully awake, she recognized the whimpering squeaks of the puppies, her puppies, her BABIES, she reminded herself. She pulled her shirt up to her neck and had to laugh when she saw one of the boys had latched on to her breast, and was holding on for dear life, pulling it as he slid across her belly. "Easy, squirt," she cooed, "I'll help, don't stretch 'em all out!" She arranged some of her extra pillows around her to make a platform, and set the little boy on it to her side, still suckling strongly at her boob. As he sucked, her right nipple began to slowly leak milk, but she quickly remedied that situation by taking the other boy and settling him on the pillow at her right side, where he rooted around and soon discovered his lunch, and began to nurse contentedly, massaging her breast with his paws while he sucked. Her little girl was sniffing and squeaking, trying blindly to find the source of nourishment, so Marcie lifted her squirming form onto her chest in the valley between her now enlarged tits, and stroked her, cooing softly. "There, sweety, hold on, you'll get some milk soon!" she whispered. This was going to take some planning! Warmed by the tiny hot mouths sucking away at her nipples, Marcie examined her brood closely, and saw that the boy at her right nip had a light patch of thin hair on his belly, where the other was more uniformly black. "Okay," she announced, " you're Patch, and you're Midnight." She looked at the little girl, marvelling at the brownish patches that reflected her own hair color. "Well, we can't call you Marcie, or Marcie Jr., that'd be a dead giveaway," she reasoned. "How about Rusty? Yes, that sounds nice!" She cuddled Rusty to her face, then, noticing that Midnight had begun to slow down his suckling, carefully removed him from her breast, and settled Rusty in to get some food. The little bitch wasted no time, grabbing the still-wet nipple and sucking like a little vacuum. Marcie lay back, her babies snuggled close to her, and dozed off again. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 32