Sixteen-year-old Tonya couldn't believe it. School was out for summer and had
been for only a week and her period was late. What really troubled her was that
she was a virgin. At least technically. She didn't count doing it with her black
lab. And she KNEW he couldn't get her pregnant.
Laying in bed, she thought back to how it had first started. She had been
doing her homework and playing with her pussy when Roscoe, the family dog, stuck
his nose between her knees.
Don't do that Roscoe, your nose is cold, she and she had laughed.
Then he licked her sensitive pussy with his rough tongue and Tonya had felt a
different sensation. Pulling down her panties and slipping her dress up around
her slender waist, she had leaned back and shut her eyes while the black lab
continued to stroke her pussy with his tongue.
Only a moment before she would never have let a dog do something like this to
her, but Oh God! Something was happening! She'd never made herself this wet
before.
Then Roscoe's tongue flicked her virgin clit and Tonya could hardly muffle
her screams of pleasure as she experienced the first orgasm given to her by
someone other than herself.
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A week later, both her parents had left the farm to go to a Grange meeting
and Tonya found herself on all fours as Roscoe moved his big doggie dick in and
out of her as she moved her hips back and forth. It had hurt a little at first
when the dog took her virginity, but after that all she had felt was pleasure.
This time when her orgasm came, Tonya didn't hold back her cries of pleasure
when the Roscoe shot wave after wave of his white doggy-cum into her overheated
pussy.
Being a farm girl and knowing about most aspects of mating and breeding Tonya
was used to seeing the animals doing it, but now she was doing it herself and
she couldn't seem to get enough. Almost every time the folks left the place she
went and got good old Roscoe.
They'd been doing it almost every night for two months, now her period was
late. It can't be. I can't be pregnant, she told herself.
But a week later she woke up feeling so sick she hardly made it to the
bathroom before throwing up. Her mother told her she had caught the summer flu
but Tonya was beginning to think differently.
Soon her developing breasts were tender to the touch and when her dad was in
the barn or fields and her mom was at work all she wanted to do was sleep.
At the beginning of July, the black Lab had just finished cumming in Tonya's
pussy when she noticed how hard her stomach was. A week later she couldn't close
any of her jeans or shorts without a safety pin.
Standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, Tonya saw the tiny bulge in
her lower belly. Oh God! I'm going to have a baby, or puppies...or
something, she said to herself.
Over the next few weeks Tonya couldn't control her ravenous appetite. Before
long her belly had grown so large that she looked about six months pregnant even
though only a few weeks had passed. She couldn't fit in any of her own clothes
and had gone to the attic to find some of her brother's old sweatpants with draw
string waists and taken some of her dad's old T-shirts.
The hardest part was not letting her parents see her condition. They were
both very busy and she stayed in her room a lot. Laying in bed with a pillow
tucked under her aching back, she rubbed her big swollen belly as she felt the
movement from inside. Oh God, this can't be happening, she said to
herself.
By the beginning of August, the sixteen-year-old looked nine months pregnant.
Her normally tiny breasts were filled with milk and her tremendous tummy was
well rounded and hard with a line running down the middle, broken only by her
pushed out belly button. It was so hard to walk without a waddle and she always
had to go to the bathroom.
Whatever she was carrying inside her was like an anchor, she could hardly get
out of bed or stand up after sitting down. At night she'd lay on her side with
her mammoth mound resting against the sheet.
The movements coming from inside her were so strong and she felt so very
pregnant. She knew something had to happen soon, but at sixteen, she wasn't sure
what. Her back was really aching one night when she went to bed, but that was
nothing new. It was pitch black a few hours later when a powerful, belly
hardening contraction woke her from her restless sleep.
Oh God, it's happening! I'm in labor, she whispered to Roscoe who
always slept on the floor beside her. She'd hoped she'd be alone when it
happened but her parents were sleeping right down the hall.
Quietly she gathered found her sweatpants and bent over her mammoth mound to
slip her feet through the leg holes. Another contraction came and she clutched
her gigantic rock-hard stomach and bit her lip to keep from moaning. Slipping on
a T-shirt she made her way downstairs in darkness, stopping only in the kitchen
when another powerful cramp hit. She was halfway to the barn when a contraction
came so strong that she couldn't stand any longer.
Dropping to a crouch, she suddenly felt something pop inside her. The crotch
of her sweatpants was soaked. Her water had broken. Clutching her tremendous
laboring stomach with one hand and rubbing her aching back with the other, Tonya
finally made it to the barn.
Her dad always kept a light on, so she didn't have any trouble finding the
towels he kept there to wash his hands. Taking an armful, she found a pile of
soft hay to lay down in. For the next hour the contractions kept getting closer
and stronger and Tonya, who was now soaked with sweat, cried out with each one.
It hurts...oh God it hurts, she whispered. About 3:30 in the
morning the contractions changed. Tonya felt an urgent need to push whatever was
inside her out. Pressing her bare feet against the straw covered cement floor,
she laced her fingers at the base of her big pregnant belly and pulled back
until she could feel something entering her canal.
Wrapping her hands around the backs of her bent knees, Tonya grunted as she
pushed again and again until she could feel a head pressing against her dilated
opening. When the next contraction hit, the laboring fourteen- year-old bore
down and a perfectly formed puppy pushed out of her.
Oh precious, you are so cute, she said before the next
contraction hit. There was another one. Gritting her teeth, Tonya pushed again
as a second puppy slid out of her. She was still getting her breath when her
uterus contracted. Oh God! Not again, she moaned.