Delilah's Dog Days

"Just one more week, mhm. No no, she's been doing well and I think she's excited, but it's hard to say if it's about leaving town or getting some time away from me."

Matthew lets out a short laugh as he lounges casually on the couch in his living room as rapid and wet slapping sounds paired with soft grunts emanate quietly from nearby. He talks conversationally on the phone while paying little attention to the source of those sounds.

"If you two are heading out of town today, did you want to... no? Something she needs to get used to, I understand. I'll let her know and I'll forward you some addresses if you want to visit after the move. Yes, I'll make sure she has a good balance of internship and coursework. If these last few weeks are any indication, she'll do wonderfully at whatever she puts her mind to. She said she wanted to get some personal grooming done before leaving, so I was planning to help her take care of that. Yes, she said she has a preferred method, so I'm just providing transportation. Yes. Yes, you too Miss Chanson, good day."

The phone beeps and Matthew stands, walking slowly around the couch to lean on the backrest, scrolling through his phone for some details as the soft grunts escalate into gurgled moans and sharper whines. He looks over to the coffee table where an upraised tail wags frantically as Whiskey keeps his mate pinned to the carpet.

Shivering, Delilah was only barely coherent enough to realize who her master had been speaking to and just what about. But rather than being able to focus on any of those thoughts, Delilah feels a final buck and thrust, followed by a wet pop. She lurches forward from the force of Whiskey's knotting thrust and her cheek rubs against the carpet as she feels hot breath wash over her face and lets out an exhausted sigh and a small spray of spit and drool from the side of her mouth as heat floods her pussy.

"Mmmffpphthh..."

"Well, you are so dedicated, Dee-Dee."

Matthew's voice carries a playful tone and sets Dee-Dee blushing as he pushes off of the back of the couch and walks around to where his two pets were tangled on the floor. He looks down at the foot of the coffee table where Delilah was completely pinned beneath Whiskey, her face forced down into the carpet by his paws on her upper back as she squirms and mewls from the feeling of his knotted cock spreading her cunt and throbbing with each heartbeat, sending his seed into her over and over again. She squirmed beneath him, groaning quietly as her limbs were fully restrained by her new suit and her bare belly rubbed against the fibers of the carpet; a recent development as she'd been spending a lot of time with her suit's abdomen opened. Bare skin and her suit opening wasn't something she had the luxury of in her old suits and it caused all sorts of new sensations each time Whiskey took her.

Her master hums quietly as he sees her writhe, unable to even look out from beneath Whiskey who also had no intention of going anywhere as he settles down on top of his mate and occasionally twitches or bucks his hips as his orgasm wanes. Matthew doesn't speak, instead seeming to just inspect his pets as Delilah tries to catch her breath from a hurried morning rut before Whiskey and Matthew's walk. The man paces around them slowly but comes to a stop just above Delilah's head. He squats down and rubs Whiskey's head but speaks to Dee-Dee.

"Don't be lazy and take every drop, my lovely little bitch. I'll let you outside once you two are done." He stands and walks back around the couch to carry on with his morning preparations and leave Delilah to latch onto and milk Whiskey's cock with her pussy as instructed.

Left alone beneath Whiskey, Delilah can only wiggle and shiver as her bare belly rubbed on the floor owing to her condition changing over the last few days or weeks. She had long since lost track of the time. She had other priorities.

I've gotten comfortable with this suit... Whiskey's knot fits so snugly into my pussy... I can't even really force it out anymore... and I don't want to.

Warmth spreads through her body once again as Whiskey shuddered and squeezed just a bit more of his cum into her. She tries to lift her head only to feel the base of Whiskey's jaw coming down to rest between her hood's ears, his head stopping hers from getting far. She manages to get a glimpse of Whiskey's muzzle in the upper corner of her vision but Whiskey seemed only interested in basking in the afterglow of fucking his mate right in front of their master.

He's... so different from when he first started taking me. The first few times... he would slip free and go on with his day. Leave me just a... cummy mess... but now... Delilah shivers as she arches her back as much as she can, making way for her bare stomach and feeling his strong belly above her. Now he stays. Maybe it's because his knot doesn't slip free as easily anymore, I can grip it so tight now... but... mmf... I don't care. What matters is... he's here.

Dee-Dee hears footsteps and a light nudge against her hip. Matthew's voice echoes into her ears over the delightful daze of feeling her lover's knot snugly inside her.

"Let him go, Dee-Dee. It's time for his walk and we'll be needing plenty of time afterwards to groom you. And I don't think you want to come along on our walk knotted like that."

Delilah shudders as she starts to wiggle a bit more intentionally, trying to rouse Whiskey.

I don't even know if I'd mind that anymore...

Her wiggles are partially successful in getting Whiskey up but it was likely more to do with Matthew clipping the leash to Whiskey's collar that got him out of his post-orgasm slump and stood up on top of Dee-Dee, again pinning her chin to the carpet. His paws rested on her shoulder blades and held her down as he lifted her ass up with his hind quarters, knot still locked inside her as Dee-Dee wasn't ready to let go just yet. She winces as she feels a hand lightly clap against and rub over her smooth, rounding belly as Whiskey lifts and glides down towards her groin. She rolls her head over and her eyes flutter open as Matthew focused intently on her exposed abdomen.

"Getting big aren't you, pet? Seems you're taking your mate's seed nicely. Maybe a week or two and you'll be ready to pop."

She had, in fact, gotten big. Over the recent days Dee-Dee had only been able to watch in confusion and mild panic as she had quite evidently begun growing. Swelling. Her body was changing and she couldn't quite figure out how as she seemed to be getting... pregnant.

But it... I can't... there's no way Whiskey got me... he couldn't have knocked me up!

Pleasured pain emanated from her pussy as Whiskey held her ass up by her cunt but Dee-Dee's brain was just aware enough to hear what Matthew was saying. Since being put into this new bitchsuit, her life had been near-constant sex, pet training, and check-ups with Ophelia.

But somehow... he managed to make me pregnant... Whiskey! My mate... I don't... it doesn't matter anymore... he knows I'm his mate... he knows... my body knows.

Sscchhh-POP!

Dee-Dee lets out a sharp yelp as Matthew's hand suddenly slides from her belly to the small of her back and pushes, forcing her down and driving her off of Whiskey's cock and back down to the floor. The force with which he pushed squishes her belly against the carpet and a small spurt of her mate's cum spews out of her puffy, well-fucked pussy and onto the floor as she whines from the pain of Matthew's forceful removal. She feels his hand roam up her back and curl around her collar, lifting and cutting off her airflow.

"Up."

The petgirl promptly, if tiredly, brings her elbows in, raising her chest and letting her get her "fore paws" underneath her and start bringing her quivering thighs up to raise her rear end. She shivered as his short and curt tone could make her move.

Just one word and master can make me do anything... how did I get like this?

Dee-Dee sucks in a gasp of air as her collar is released and she shakes her head. The soft voice that questioned her condition was chased away and her head refocused on what mattered to her; her owners. Whiskey owned her body, her Master owned her life now. She looks first at Whiskey who was sitting patiently at Matthew's side, if quite visibly unhappily. She giggled internally as she turned to face Matthew as well.

Whis gets so fussy when Master breaks us up early. Poor thing, I'll make it up to him later, after their walk.

Matthew rubs his hand over her head briefly and gives her ear a little tug, drawing her attention to the back yard's doggy door. "Out you go. We'll be back shortly and we'll strip you down, give you a shave, bathe you, and let you two go about your business. Ophelia says you're progressing well but is too busy to do your check-up today. So it'll just be us."

Dee-Dee hums, opening her human mouth slightly behind the canine one to let out a small whine of acknowledgement as she starts to crawl forward with relative familiarity. She was sore, certainly, but she was also keen to get outside into the fresh air and relax for a little bit. Since putting her into her new suit, her master would sometimes unbind her limbs when she was on break like this as there wasn't much concern of her trying to escape when dressed like this. Heavily, she makes her way to the door flap after she had been made acutely aware of her abdomen by Master. Her bare belly sways side to side with each step and she winces with each flex of her thighs as the lengthy plug tail inside her aches badly. She was more than familiar with it being inside her by now but after days of continual wear, and with the mysterious added bulk in her gut, it felt tighter than ever and was a constant source of discomfort if she wasn't intentionally sitting in such a way to alleviate it. She arrives at the doggy door and pushes it open with her masked face, stepping out one leg at a time as she hears the front door open and slam, leaving her alone on the property as Whiskey goes for his walk with their master.

Delilah lets out a slight lonely whine as she goes to the lawn and carefully lays down on her side to ease the aches in her body and sighs, shivering as she feels a dribble of spunk leak out of her pussy and tickle her labia.

Mmf, I can't even keep it all in... he just lets out so much. But I can tell he's starting to slow down finally. There's less than there was. His rut must be nearing its end. Or maybe I've just worked him dry. Does that make me a whore to be able to feel that he's making less...

Dee-Dee shakes her head and giggles to herself as she lets her limbs rest and her mind wander to her favorite lover. She was truly quite proud of herself for not only keeping up with the healthy canine now but apparently being a good match for him. Slowly, she settles down as the late-summer sun warms her up underneath her bitchsuit. She struggled to find a perfect laying position as Matthew hadn't released the restraints in her suit and she had nothing to do about it. But even still, tired as she was and not quite ready to release Whiskey's seed, she tries to steady her heart rate and breathing and just relax by laying in a fairly familiar position on her side and twitch and shiver each time more cum leaks out of her lips and drools down her thigh to stain the grass beneath her.

Something warm, wet, and moving fast across her muzzle and eye wake Dee-Dee up with a start and she rolls away at first before realizing just what it was. Or rather, who, and she leans back into Whiskey's tongue as she greets her mate with a welcoming series of pants and chirps, even opening her mouth to let him meet her tongue as she finishes waking up.

Must have drifted off under the sun... what a lovely way to wake up.

Awkwardly, she rolls up and notices Matthew near the garden hose filling up a bucket with a small lawn table set up beside it. She spots a few grooming-related items on it and feels a slight quiver of trepidation as she watches him prepare her "bath".

I hate how cold it always is... he's never nice about it... he could totally give me warm water at least!

A sharp whistle gets her attention and she sits back promptly, not even thinking as her body's response to Master's whistle command was immediate. She looks at him and blushes internally as she looks down briefly. Her stomach was exposed, rounded and with some blades of grass stuck to it from her nap time. Her chest was tight underneath the closed zippers of her bitchsuit and her elbows tucked in beside her breasts as she sat back on her haunches, her shins flat in the grass and her asshole burning from the pain of sitting upright on her already ache-inducing plug.

Matthew looks at her for a moment and nods. "Good girl, come." He says, turning on the tap and letting it spray aimlessly into the grass as Dee-Dee whines in hesitant obedience.

But obey she does as the bitchsuited girl gets down on all fours and crawls through the grass as Whiskey, much less favorable to a bath on the lawn, keeps his distance to "supervise" as Matthew aims the hose to spray over Dee-Dee.

"Y-Yeeep!"

A shrill whine escapes her as cold water blasts over her suit and runs along its seams and contours, tracing over her belly and dripping off from her belly button. She shivers as goosebumps break out on her bare skin and more water seeps in through the compromised sections of her suit. Even despite the discomfort, she still obediently crawls towards Matthew and stops at his feet, still getting relentlessly sprayed off with the water to rinse off grass, fur, and errant droplets of dried cum. After a short while, Matthew turns the hose away and kneels down, reaching his hands around Dee-Dee's neck to unbuckle her collar and speaks quietly and calmly in that soothing tone of his. The one he sometimes used when Delilah knew something bad was coming.

"Good. We're doing a full wash today, pet. Suit's coming off, plug out. We'll wash you out and get you clean-shaven too. It's your last full week here at the house. We're moving to your college town, my office, and your new life as a student. Exciting, isn't it?" He smiles as Dee-Dee looks up at him with an almost confused look. "Your dog days are coming to an end. That was the agreement, no? You're mine until the end of the summer? Or did you forget because you love it?"

Delilah, not Dee-Dee, sucks in a breath as Matthew's words ring in her head.

That was the deal... I obey and be his pet for the summer and then... but... She looks over her shoulder at the dog sitting in the grass. At her swelling belly. At Whiskey. Do I want it to end now...?

The collar slips free from her neck and she shrinks in place, shocked at herself for even questioning it as Matthew takes the back of her neck in his hand and pushes down, forcing her snout into the grass with a casual motion. She follows his movements, letting him raise her buttocks so he can grip her tail. It deflates with a press of the remote and a soft sigh escapes her nostrils as she tries to loosen up and steels herself for a harsh yank but instead Matthew just gently guides the lengthy toy out of her asshole. Relief floods through her as a profound emptiness replaces the feeling in her gut as Matthew takes the soiled toy away for washing and she's left with her sleeve-coated asshole pointed up, gaped by the persistent presence of the toy and letting her feel a soft breeze before he takes the hose and lets it dribble into her ass, making her whine and moan quietly as cold water flows inside.

I don't think my poor ass will ever go back to normal after this... it's not closing up at all!

Her thoughts are left to wander as Matthew attends to her toy, replacing the semi-absorbent sheath around the toy so it can be easily reinserted. But instead of forcing it back in, he takes the hose in hand and removes it from her rectum, lifting her head from the lawn with a grip on her hood's right ear. He claps his left hand over her asshole and Dee-Dee feels a small plug get left behind as his hand draws away.

"Here. To help you keep it in and rinse out."

Her stomach churns as she feels him start to unbind and remove her hood, loosening it from the back and folding it over her forehead as the entire suit needed to be removed backwards from how it was put on. She shivers as she's forced to sit up, bend over, turn, twist and raise and lower her arms to help remove it and each motion jostles not only her apparently pregnant belly but her water-filled rectum.

Even still... he's being oddly... gentle? He's always so rough with me... why wouldn't he be? I'm just his bitch, his dog...

A rush of air flows into her lungs as the suit is pulled down from her neck and her attention immediately goes to the suddenly heavy, swaying weight on her chest. Delilah looks down at her bared breasts as Matthew continues to strip her from her bitchsuit and sees her chest was...

Big! How...? Why? Is it because... am I really pregnant? Did he dose me with some human semen or something? I... there's no possible way! My belly, my breasts, my... oh no... it's not... he couldn't have, it's not real!

Matthew pauses the removal of the suit as it hangs off of Dee-Dee's rounded belly and squats in front of her, his right hand coming up to cup under her left tit as she winces. A soft squeak escapes her throat but her arms are automatically pressing themselves to her sides, her hands crooked up and cupping the sides of her breasts as though she were still restrained within the bitchsuit and not technically able to stop him from touching her sensitive tits.

"Growing larger already, huh? I guess those hormones are doing their job. I'll let Ophelia know it's going smoothly." He smirks as he gently bobs his hand up and down, bouncing Delilah's heavy breast in slow, rhythmic motions. She shivers from the touch but is genuinely mesmerized as her formerly B-cup breasts had grown to at least C-cups and maybe D-cups since being locked in this suit, bred relentlessly by Whiskey, and apparently genuinely impregnated. "I wonder if they'll produce milk too. Guess we'll wait and see for when you pop."

Delilah shudders at the mere thought but lets out a soft gasp as Matthew's hand falls away and lets her heavy breast bounce back into place beside her other teat, leaving Dee-Dee to get distracted by her own nipples as they appeared puffier and redder than she recalled when she last saw them. Blushing to herself as she felt the bitchsuit get pulled over her belly and Matthew guide her head back down to lift her legs up and peel the suit off her lower limbs, she lets herself get guided along and stripped bare before he stands and fetches the bucket with a soapy sponge all ready to go to scrub her down.

It's still so... amazing how much control he has. I don't even get to see myself when I want anymore, just seeing my breasts bare like this is... I'd always taken my nudity for granted, I guess.

Her meandering thoughts are pushed to the side as a cold sponge presses firmly to her back, waking her up fully as suds run up her body and over her shoulders into the grass. Matthew curls his hand around the base of her skull where her hair had grown in some. Using her own hair as a handle, he sits her up and gives her a simple order.

"Kneel, relaxed."

Delilah snaps fully to attention and her posture shifts immediately. Weeks of posture and behavior training under his command had made her this way. She immediately spreads her knees and sits upright and nestles down between her bare feet, her ass touching grass and the blades of the lawn tickling her privates as her hands rest idly at her sides, her knuckles dragging through the grass as she tilts her head up and lets Matthew inspect her posture briefly. It was a "relaxed" posture but he had no lesser standards for her to position herself well. He nods only once before he plants the sponge on her chest and begins scrubbing, earning a surprised and sharp gasp from Delilah. The slightly abrasive texture felt raw on her sensitive chest but she bit her lip to keep quiet as her master bathed her by hand.

At least it's better than a high-power hose shower. He's done that before when I upset him...

Matthew takes his time bathing his brown-haired pet. Her hair had grown slightly in the intervening weeks since she'd cut it -of her own volition- and now it nearly brushed her shoulders each time she tilted her head or turned for him as directed. He gets close, running his left hand over her bare body as the right scrubs at little stains that work their way in under the suit or across musk-heavy joints where sweat collects during her time in the bonded silicone bitchsuit.

His breath is so warm. He's... so close...

Smack!

"Y-yEeek!"

Delilah is startled to attention as her bare, puffy, well-fucked and still-dribbling cunt is spanked once by Matthew. "Good girl. Drop the toy."

He spoke so bluntly, as if addressing a canine being told to perform a routine trick, but Dee-Dee knew better. She winces as she rocks herself forward, her hands pressing into the grass as she spreads her knees and feet much wider and channels her attention into her abdominal and rectal muscles and pushes. A soft whine escapes her as the small butt plug capping off her enema pops right out of her by a small geyser of mostly-clean water, just carrying the last vestiges of waste not taken care of by Ophelia's strange and uncomfortable yet effective rectal plug.

"HHHNnnnnmmmph-" Delilah groans loudly at first, drowning down to a muffled whine as her muscular push caused her other fluid reservoir to lose control and her enema is shortly joined by her bladder releasing itself, soaking the grass between her legs as she instinctively raises herself up onto just her toes and hands, keeping as much of her freshly-bathed body off the grass as she soils it.

"MMPH!!"

A wet thwack makes her squeal again as she feels the sponge bash against her raised and exposed privates the moment her urine stops. Matthew wastes no time in washing her off and while he doesn't seem displeased, perhaps even relieved she wasn't just letting herself soak in her piss, he does take the chance to abuse her a bit while she was utterly nude for him. He makes short work of her loins, even forcing the corner of the rounded sponge into her labial folds and the soft, slightly puffy and certainly changed flesh around her anus. Though Delilah couldn't see it, Matthew certainly could tell all his efforts had semi-permanently altered her body forever. Dee-Dee could feel things had changed, or maybe she just thought they had.

At this point... it doesn't even matter any more though... I'm just his pet. Or... am I? Is he going to release me after the summer?

For the first time in days, Delilah genuinely felt a pang of anxiety in her heart as she wondered if she would be kicked out of Matthew's home, removed from this life. She tilts her head down and looks between the valley of her heavy, hanging breasts at the bulbous shape of her belly and whines quietly as she sees Matthew take the sponge away and go for the hose again to rinse her sudsy body off.

I'll never be the same after this... do I even want to be anymore?

An unwelcome burst of cold water hoses her down, making her squeal and squirm but dutifully hold her position before Matthew finally grabs her by the hair and leads her crawling on hand and foot over to the hose box and sets the hose down before lifting her right arm and running his hand down her upper arm and over her arm pit.

"Fuzzy. We'll shave you down neatly, rinse off one more time, and put you back in the suit once it dries off."

Dee-Dee squirms at the promise of another chilly rinse, even as she dripped with cold water from the last one, but nods all the same. She can't quite hide her reluctant expression and winces as her master chuckles. He takes up a small bowl of shaving gel and rubs it liberally across one arm pit and then the other, over her groin and down her thighs to her knees as she knelt in the grass beside him.

"Don't worry, on a hot day like this you'll appreciate it by the time we're done."

Matthew's voice is oddly consistently caring. He methodically takes a razor to Delilah's body, scraping away every bit of body hair on his pet as the 18-year-old refuses to look him in the eye as he clinically guides her body, making her stretch her arms or legs out, raise her crotch and expose herself for him to pinch and pull and tug at her labia so he can shave her lips smooth without nicks or cuts. She stifles a whine as he makes her bow her head into the grass and lift one calf at a time for him to apply cream to, let it soak, and shave her calves and shins clear of any stubble too. Finally, once he guides her back into a casual kneel, he takes a small set of shears and cuts a couple inches off of her hair, bringing it back to her earlobe-length. Clean shaven, from top to bottom, Delilah looks up as Matthew stands, stretching briefly after kneeling for a while and sees his eyes trace down her body before he points at her belly.

"I'm sure you've figured it out by now, pet. You're not stupid, are you? All the changes, the growth, the swelling... hormones are powerful things. Added a few to your system, gave your womb something to gestate... in a week, maybe two, maybe three... you ought to be ready to pop. After that... well, then you'll be off to college. I'll pull some strings, make sure you don't lose any class progress while you wait to have your litter." He smiles briefly. The smile does not feel comforting to Dee-Dee as he speaks of two conflicting things; college life and pet life. "And when that happens... you'll get to make your choice. For now... turn, present."

Delilah twitches as she hears command words and turns around 180 degrees, plants her knees firmly in the grass and lifts her feet behind her, nearly touching her buttocks with her heels. Her elbows sink into the lawn as she frames her cheeks with her palms and intentionally keeps her legs rotated and spread in such a way as to leave her pussy and asshole exposed. Quivering, she doesn't hear any further words of approval or direction before a blast of water hoses her down.

"NNyeeek!!"

A choked squeal erupts from her as Matthew opens by spraying her pussy with the hose, rinsing off the shaving cream and working his way around her body. He doesn't even seem to have any sort of hurry to his actions as the hose lingers on her freshly-shaven portions, making her shiver and squirm underneath the cruel chill.

But even still, as she shivered away, concerned for her future, her breasts and belly hanging heavily beneath her as she stood upright on her "paws", even as she was sprayed down with more water before the promise of a nice rest in the sun before her fur dried, Delilah's pussy continued to leak in arousal. Only to be promptly washed away by the hose, her arousal disguised by the very thing that was causing her arousal to build. Not the cold water itself, but the fact that she was allowing herself to be sprayed by this man in this manner in front of her mate as she bore Whiskey's pups.

The fact that this hose proved she had well and truly become a bitch.