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I work for Dr. Amy Moreau, a vet with a large animal route and a large dog practice. When I began, she said I would be doing some unique experimental work with her. It dealt with gaining animal empathy. Several times, after examining a bitch, I was actually trained to put on a collar and get up on the table and undergo the same procedure, or at least go thru the non surgical parts.
Several times I had been implanted with canine eggs which were left over from a procedure and would have been discarded. The eggs would be implanted, and canine hormones administered, and I would walk around as a fertile bitch until they naturally descended and were lost. During that time, Dr Moreau would examine me daily and make remarks about me needing breeding. Just say the word, Lady. But I would not say the word. I wanted her to breed me, but I could not say it.
Once, while I was carrying ovum, I tried to let my dog, Bismark mount me but he was a fool, and I was too jumpy. Dr Amy would do things, Likecollect the serum of a bitch in heat and inject it into my vagina to see if it would make me bitchy. Put me in "heat". She would paint the inside of my vagina and I would feel as if I was too dry and very itchy. Then it bagan to itch like mad and I could not scratch it. I had to wear a pad tampon or very aromatic discharges would run down my legs. She would have me wash dogs while in this condition. Once watching me wrestle with a Lab, she suggested that if I took off my jeans or just stripped down and wore the rubber apron, I wouldn't get so wet and dirty. How can you stand to be such a mess? Go ahead, I've seen you nude before. But I couldn't do it.
Then she told me we needed to take the expirements to the next lvel, and I needed to cooperate. I wished that she could force me. but she would not either.
That's when I bought the party doll for Bismark. I lashed the party doll over an Ottoman, dabbed it well with the discharge and introduced Biamark to her. He was interested, but remained respectful. What I went thru, getting him to charge in when I opened the door! Finally he would lick and mount, Then he was trained to stay mounted and knot. He looked forward to it, and I was thinking he was ready to transfer. Beside, Betty Boop, the doll had developed some leaks.
As I lay on the exam table, I'd had a vaginal exam and Dr Amy, annonced that I was ready for breeding. She injected canine hormones which would give me a small fever and make the itching intense. she used a baster like syringe and worked the nozzle into my cervix, commenting all the way, then injected bitch serum deep into me. When I was released from the table, I actually began jumping around. The worse part was when she got out her clipboard and made me describe the sensations I was going thru. I was even over salivating. Dr Moreau looked at me with concern, and said, you really need to be bred. Just say the word, and if I need to, I will drag you in, chain you up and let Ponto make puppies with you. Just say the word.
My mind was screaming YES!, but I shook my head, dressed and went home. I knew I would decline Bismark at the last moment too, if I let myself. The past weeks I had trained him the No! Stop it! meant Eff the hell out of the doll. I put him in the bathroom and shut the door, but did not let it latch. I went back to my bedroom, the site of his long training and stripped. I laid over the Ottoman, slipped a broom handle behind my knees and in front of the back legs. My legs were pinioņed securely, and spread wide. God! I itched. I used the velcro to fasten one arm, and then whistled for Bismark. I slid my other hand into a rope loop and pulled it tight with my teeth. Bismark could smell me, and was whining and scratching at the bathroom door. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it slowly open, then it swung wide and Bismark exploded into my room. He sniffed me suspiciously as I tried to pull loose. I knew I could eventually free my hand from the velcro. His tongue probed me and I needed that solace to the terrible itching. Then he decided I would do. I was not the doll, but I would do. As trained he slid up oon my back and I yelled No. Stop, Damn you! I kept screaming until I felt him anchored inside me. That's it I was a bitch. Stinking, itching more than ever and sweating and a bitch. I was being bred! He was locked into me and performing as trained. I got my hand free and moved it to release the other hand, but stopped struggling and began to buck back against Bismark.
We did it again that night, without bondage. The itching was worse than ever as I came in to work. Dr Amy was on the phone and did not look up. I went into the breeding room, stripped and put on my collar and a leash. As Doc came in she was saying, "I wasn't sure you would be in today. She looked at me, raised her eyebrows. "OK, Then> Down" I got on my hands and knees as she led me over to a snaffle and latched my leash to it. She scratched my ears and left the room. Soon she was back with that syringe, wriggling it skillfully up through the gates of my cervix. I could feel it discharge. She was speaking softly to me about my eggs ready to come down and imbed in my womb. She withdrew the syringe. We'll see how far we can take this then. She left again.
I knew she was there, but I could only sense Ponto a large black Dane. A no nonsense kind of dog. He skirted me once inspecting his meat. I couldn't help it. I tried to point my butt at him. I splayed my legs, and soon his great weight was on me. He probed a few times, dipped in and pulled out, then calmly slipped himself in, deeper and deeper. He danced closer as he filled and stretched me. Then he began to jackhammer. It was fearsome, but wondrous. He stripped away what remained on my humanity. I think I must have fainted, because I remember lying there, unshackled. I shook my head and looked around. Ponto was gone, and Amy came towards me, took my head in her lap and told me I was a good girl.
She bathed me and still nude, led me on a leash to her office. She took out her clipboard, and said what's the first thing you want to tell me? Oh, Dr Moreau. I am not a woman. I am a bitch. Even now, the dog sperm is fertilizing the bitch eggs in me. Please make me keep them. Make me do whatever you need to fill the role of your talking dog. It is my only true life. Amy was getting red faced and excited as she wrote. I dumped it all out. all the feelings and sensations. Then quiet. She looked up at me. Do you think it would be good for me to experience this? I smiled and said. Just say the word.
She shook her head came over and gave me a doggie treat. Noit yet. We'll see. Probably soon. I am happy to accept you as my dog. I want you to pack up you things and move from your appartment as soon as possible. You will move in here. No kennel fees, free food and clothes and double salary. I have three dogs that the owners want trained for themselves. Can you help me with that? My heart soared. Yes. And we will train them too.
Rose,
I would love to think she could keep them for the 60 to 70 days needed. I have been very interested in the research being done having to do with using closely related species to carry fertilized embryo's of very endagered species, in an attempt to create a faster recovery of their populations. One was using a cow to carry the embryos of an endangered antelope species. I think that was a success, and they got several viable babies.
I am excited to know you are considering extending the story. Can't wait.
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Rose, its great to read another of your stories. I love so many elements of your thinking and writing. The pregnancy aspect is very sexy to me, but the elements leading up to it are off the charts erotic. I particularly like the biological parts about bringing you into heat and causing semi-uncontrollable cravings for canine sex. I like the use of scent to broadcast your availability to the dog, whether you want to or not. I like your idea of training the dog to respond to your (uncertain) protestations of "no, no" with increasing insistence on having sex and forcing the issue over your (quasi-feigned) reluctance. I am very turned on by the loss of control aspect and the surrender of your volition to the demands of the dog to use your body to reproduce himself.
It would be interesting to have the continuing use of the hormone injections cause you to enter a real "heat" cycle, where the dog has unlimited use of your body and your conscious desires are overridden by the extreme biological imperative to submit to his mating. Other biological surrenders such as lactating and being forced to feed the puppies on an ongoing basis and explain your milk-full breasts to humans who know you have no babies (human) around… well its all just too, too sexy.
Thank you and please continue your great writing.