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Marcie's one straight ear twitched as he heard his phone buzz on the coffee table. The mutt grinning wide as he saw it was from Jasmine, his girlfriend of two years. Today was their anniversary, they pretty much considered themselves married in all but ceremonially, Both of them had wanted something special for their wedding, nothing grand or fancy, just something that would mean a lot to both of them.

The message simply read "On my way, that dick better be out and ready to go." He chuckled, he was way ahead of her, sitting on the couch wearing naught but a pink leather collar, and the pair of pink and white striped thigh high socks he knew she loved to see Marcie's lithe body in.

Marcie of course, was not his given name but when you are a skinny little sub, and your girlfriend has a bigger dick than you that she violates you almost daily with... you don't balk at wearing girly things and going by a girl's name. In fact it was a massive turn on for him.

Marcie leaned forward, grabbing a white leash from the table, before rising from the couch and walking over to the front door, clipping the leash onto his collar as he walked. He had a whole outfit to match the pink and white motif and he knew Jasmine loved it but tonight wasn't the night for it. From her message it was clear she was on the warpath for some sex and his immediate nudity was going to be mandatory.

He felt bad that he didn't have an actual gift for her, but he had noticed money had been particularly tight lately. Working as a fitness instructor and personal trainer, and a damn good one at that, Jasmine was the real breadwinner of the family, and she had made him promise not to get her anything for their anniversary. He was normally obedient to her every command, but that one had taken more convincing. Still, a night in with her and some hot and heavy sex was a perfectly acceptable anniversary. It might not be different from many nights in their week, but that hardly mattered to him. He looped the end of the leash over one of the rungs on their coat rack and dropped to his knees, waiting patiently for his mistress to take his leash and give him his gift.

It was several minutes until the door opened, a smile spreading across Marcie's muzzle as he beheld her, and from down on his knees, she only looked more beautiful to him. Unlike the mutt, she was a purebred doberman, both ears tall and at attention and her black hair tied in a ponytail behind her. She wore tight little shorts with a matching crop top befitting someone who worked at a gym, and it left little secret that she was packing something extra down below. Her toned, powerful legs flared out slightly, until her narrower waist, with defined abs, and a great chest, currently being done a slight disservice by her sports bra. Her body was one Marcie was proud to worship at, and thankful to have its owner love him back.

In one hand she held a gift bag, Marcie's eyes darted to it, feeling a little guilty that he didn't just get her something anyway.

"Don't worry pup." She said, noticing the guilty expression as she casually grabbed the end of the leash. "It's a gift for the both of us." She said, tugging the leash so that he got on his feet, and began to lead him into the bedroom. Marcie followed behind obediently, unabashedly staring at her ass as he walked.

Inside she set the bag down on their dresser, before giving the leash a sharp tug, forcing him closer to her as she wrapped her hand around his member. "Tch. Already hard? We haven't even started yet and I don't get to have the fun of teasing your cock out of its sheath?"

"S-sorry mistress." Marcie muttered out, embarrassed, shuffling his feet.

"Always so eager though, I suppose I can forgive you." she tugged on the leash again, this time not as hard as she pulled him into a kiss, their muzzles pressing together as her tongue moved past his lips pushing its way inside. Marcie whimpered softly, showing his submission to the powerful woman who held his leash right now, moaning a little into the kiss.

Marcie reached up, grabbing at Jasmine's breasts with one hand, while the other worked to remove her top. Normally he didn't act without being ordered, but he just couldn't resist, and knew soon he probably wouldn't be able to touch them... He got the top up, and wrapped his fingers around her breasts, feeling her soft short fur under his hands as he gently groped at them.

He wasn't the only one with wandering hands, Jasmine's hand traveling from his cock, now fondling his balls, while the one holding the leash was giving his ass a little pinch. Marcie savored the moment, until finally Jasmine pulled away, breaking the kiss, moving her free hand to the mutt's chest.

"Did I say you could take my top off?" she said, in a mock-authoritative tone.

Marcie shook his head and blushed.

"Just because it's our anniversary, doesn't mean you get to be lax on your obedience." She teased, tracing her fingers down the silky, fluffy fur on his flat chest. "We will have to make sure those hands can't wander anymore." She tugged the leash, pulling Marcie over to the bed, before she grabbed him and began to gently push him down onto the bed, forcing him onto his back.

Marcie giggled, her arms always felt so powerful, as if she could snap him like a twig, yet she was so gentle that he always felt safe with her. She guided his wrists up near the headboard, where two sets of leather cuffs were already locked around some of the posts, placing each into the straps of the cuffs, tightening them around his wrists.

"You like that, don't you?" she teased. "You like being tied up and helpless. Isn't that right?" She stepped back away from him, tugging off her top the rest of the way and hooking her thumbs into her shorts, rocking her hips gently.

Marcie nodded meekly, his cock twitching as he watched his girlfriend perform a little strip tease for him.

The doberman laughed, pulling down her shorts, revealing a pair of black panties, a small tented point in her bulge indicating her cock was only barely poking out of her sheath. He didn't have to wait long to see it though, as her panties were swiftly pulled down as well. She kicked them towards Marcie, managing to land the musky smelling fabric onto his face. It always surprised him how accurate she had gotten at that over the years...

Marcie inhaled slowly, before shaking the garment from his face, gasping as he felt a cold wet nose brush the base of his cock, followed by a warm and much wetter tongue on his balls.. "Ah... Jasmine..." he said, caught off guard to the point of forgetting to call her mistress in the bedroom.

She kept lapping at his balls with her broad canine tongue, having crawled up onto bed between his legs, her tongue running up and down the furry orbs, tasting them, playing with them in her muzzle. All the while her fingers slowly wrapped around the base of his cock, gently stroking the mutt's length. She took one long lick, running her tongue slowly from his balls, continuing onto the base of his shaft, and further up until she reached the pointed tip of his cock.

"Ah... you've never shown them that kind of attention before..." Marcie groaned out, writhing gently in pleasure.

"Figure I might as well..." she said, giving him another long lick like the last. "It will be the last chance I get at playing with them..." She said, before taking his cock into her muzzle, sliding down on his length.

Marcie gave a confused look, then a slow realization dawned on him. "Wait... do you mean..." He stammered out.

Jasmine pulled away from his cock, looking up at him, smiling as she nodded.

Marcie broke into a wide grin. "Oh... oh my! You got one?"

Jasmine nodded again. "Mhm, it's in the bag over there. But you have one last thing you have to do before I give it to you." She got up onto her knees, moving forward to straddle his cock between her legs, the tip of his member disappearing behind her own, larger balls. "No protection tonight, you get to creampie me this time." She smirked at him, teasing the tip of his cock against her pussy lips.

"But... I thought you didn't want to get pregnant." Marcie said, breathing heavily, his heart feeling like it was going to beat its way out of his chest in excitement.

Jasmine sank down onto his cock a little. "I said I wasn't sure. The thought of breeding you over and over again to give you that big family you wanted is appealing. Much more appealing than the idea of carrying a child in me for nine months, but that doesn't mean I don't sometimes think about what it would be like... to be a mom." She admitted. "So I've finally decided. I want to leave it up to chance. One attempt, to see if it was meant to be. Besides, you wanted twins, didn't you? Knock me up and that guarantees at least two kids will be on the way." She sank lower onto his cock, and began to bounce slowly up and down.

Marcie groaned, he was already so pent up, and now all this baby talk... there was no way he would last long. "But- ah... what if I actually have twins?" He asked with a whimper.

"And what if we both have twins?" Jasmine added onto his thought, still bouncing up and down on his cock, slowly gaining more speed. "Don't- mmf... worry about it, I've thought this through, we will- haa... be just fine." Jasmine leaned forward, looming over Marcie, soft gasps and moans escaping her muzzle as she rode the mutt's cock. "Now, be a quiet pup and breed your mistress."

With that order Marcie shut up, losing himself in the moment as he watched his girlfriend's cock grow from her sheath. He began to imagine how she would look pregnant, the way her fat cock would press against her distended belly. Lost in that image, and feeling her inner walls clamping down on his forming knot, Marcie lost control. He was unable to last very long at all, cumming straight into the doberman's unprotected womb without any warning.

"Oh... oh god." Marcie groaned out as the last of his cum pulsed into her, eyes clenched shut from orgasmic bliss. Slowly he opened his eyes, folding his one pointed ear down in shame. "S-sorry" he stammered out. "You didn't get to-"

Jasmine reached up a finger. "Shhh. I didn't want to." She said, smirking as she tugged, testing how tightly she had been knotted before settling back down into Marcie's lap. She reached down, gently gripping her own cock. "I'm saving this load for something a bit more special than spraying it across your face and chest, as hot as you look drenched in my cum."

Marcie smiled, realizing what she meant, feeling butterflies in his stomach. A fantasy of his since he first became aware of his... preferences when he was a teenager was going to come true. "Thank you, mistress."

Jasmine shuddered and moaned, her cock twitching as she pulled herself off the mutt's knot. "You're welcome, pup." She said, slowly sliding herself off the bed, walking over to the dresser to retrieve the bag. Marcie's eyes went wide with excitement, it was finally time. Watching as his girlfriend pulled out a small box, inside of it was just one pill that cost almost as much as a new car. "They call this variety 'fertility goddess' but I think breeding bitch would be more appropriate in this case." Jasmine gave Marcie a smug grin as she walked over to him, opening the box and removing the pill from its protective wrapper, holding it between two fingers. "Are you ready to become a real woman, pup?"

Marcie nodded. "Y-yes, I've been ready for so long. Please mistress, turn me into your breeding slave."

Jasmine smiled, the mistress facade faltering as something more genuine than their little roleplays spread across her face. "Then open wide." she commanded. It was unnecessary as Marcie was already waiting with his muzzle parted.

The doberman popped the pill into the mutt's mouth, Marcie swallowing it down eagerly. He had been looking into these pills since they were first made public and knew what to expect but he still felt nervous about it. Jasmine sat down on the edge of the bed next to him, kissing his forehead, quickly alleviating his anxious feelings.

After a few minutes he felt warm, somewhat tingly... it grew in intensity, like he was sick with a terrible fever, coupled with feeling tired and weak, his limbs growing heavy... These weren't part of the change however, it was the sedative in the pill kicking in to spare him the sensation of his body changing so dramatically over the course of only an hour. His eyes grew heavy and as uncomfortable as he felt he smiled, knowing when he next opened his eyes he would be a she.

Marcie groaned out in an unfamiliar voice, slowly opening her eyes only to see complete darkness. The feeling of something soft around her head confirmed that Jasmine had blindfolded her. She was laying on her back, wiggling her body...her ankles had been tied around her wrists with some cord, leaving her with her legs pulled back to either side of her head. "J-jasmine?" she called out, hearing her new feminine voice for the first time.

She felt a pair of hands, wrapping around an unfamiliar part of her chest, squeezing and groping her new pair of fuzzy breasts. She moaned and squirmed softly under what could only be Jasmine's touch. One of the hands let go of her breast, a single finger trailing down from her chest, across her stomach, and down to the smooth fur where her cock used to be. This caused a strange... uncanny feeling for the newly made woman, and then just a little lower, brushing across what she assumed was her clit. The intense, brand new sensation caused her to release a high pitched moan as a new, more intense pleasure than she has known before suddenly courses through her.

"How many times have you fantasized about this, maybe while stroking your former dick? Waking up, in a woman's body, bound, groped, primed and ready to be bred." Jasmine's voice called out, while her fingers teased and rubbed Marcie's new slit in all the right ways.

"Too many times..." Marcie huffed. Squirming under her girlfriend's touches.

"Well it's not a fantasy anymore." Jasmine said as she let go of Marcie's breast, and pulled the blindfold from the mutt.

Marcie trembled with excitement at the sight before her, Jasmine had done more than just move Marcie to the edge of the bed and tie her legs to her wrists. The doberman herself had cleaned herself up, let down her shoulder length black hair, and was wearing a leather underbust corset with a black garter belt and stockings, leaving all her naughty bits exposed. "Oh Mistress..." the mutt said in a low voice.

Jasmine smirked. "This thing is a real bitch to lace on my own so I'm glad you appreciate it. Plus, I might not get to wear this again for a good while." She then slipped two fingers into Marcie's slit, rubbing them around, smiling as the mutt squirmed around in pleasure, limited by the bonds on her. After only a few seconds, she removed the fingers, and brought them to the mutt's mouth. "Have a taste."

Marcie stuck out her tongue, lapping the sexual fluids from Jasmine's fingers. The taste was not too dissimilar from Jasmine's own juices, though perhaps less... musky. Granted, Marcie didn't know if that flavor was just due to Jasmine's balls resting on her nose whenever she tasted it.

Jasmine stepped aside, Marcie's eyes going wide as she caught sight of herself in the mirror attached to their dresser. There on the bed was a woman with heavy breasts, wide hips, and a cushioned ass, with her legs spread wide and her footpaws beside her head tied by the ankle to her wrists, fully exposed and ready to breed. It was hard to register the truth of what she saw, it was like looking at the sister she never had. Other than the shape and gender of her body, she still looked like her old self, the dark brown fur on her muzzle, hands, forearms, and presumably on her feet and lower legs. Those were currently obscured under the white and pink thigh highs she was still wearing which were squeezing a good deal tighter around her thicker thighs. The mismatched ears, fluffy tail, the fluffy patch of fur on her chest having formed into a tuft over her breasts. "Holy shit... that's me."

"Mhm, I got some of the process on my phone, I'll show you later." Jasmine said, stepping back in front of the mutt, reaching out and grabbing Marcie's leash. Her other hand openly stroking her cock slowly, already at full mast, her anticipation clearly reaching its limits. "Y'know, If you weren't all mine, I would be pretty jealous of you right now."

"Wh-why? You're still so much hotter than I am, mistress." Marcie stammered out.

"Heh, you just think that because you're into women who could crush your head with their thighs" Jasmine said, tugging on the leash and leaning in, kissing Marcie on the side of the muzzle. "But in twenty years, with that perfect mom bod of yours? You'll be the hot one, I wont be able to keep my hands off you..." Jasmine's cock visibly twitched as she spoke, the doberman leaning back and beginning to rub her length against Marcie's pussy. "You've changed your life forever once today, ready to change it again?"

Marcie nodded. "Y-yes, breed me, let's become moms together." she said, breathing heavily, trembling with anticipation.

Jasmine tugged the leash again, and lined the pointed tip of her cock up with Marcie's slit and began to slide inside, drawing out a deep moan from the mutt. Jasmine sliding deeper inside, rocking her hips, grunting as she buried her cock inside of Marcie's pussy/ "Ooh, I've never had pussy without a condom before..." she groaned out, clearly enjoying herself.

Marcie meanwhile was in a state of bliss and it wasn't just the brand new sensation of having a cock in her pussy either. No, this was the emotional bliss from knowing what was going to happen. When Jasmine would take her ass when she was a man, the sex was just for pleasure, all for their personal enjoyment. But now there was a purpose to it, they were doing so much more than just pleasing each other. The mutt wondered if this was how Jasmine felt just a little over an hour ago, when she bred herself atop Marcie's cock.

Jasmine was taking things slow this time, gently pushing her length in and out of the mutt. There was no reason to rush, she didn't need to get Marcie off before she herself got off this time, now there was all the time in the world for them both. She tugged on the leash again, using it as a way to keep the mutt from falling completely on her back and grabbed Marcie's breast in her other hand, groping it yet again. "I can't wait to see these full of milk..." she teased. "They are going to be huge." She leaned forward, pressing her muzzle against Marcie's nipple, her broad tongue sliding out to press into it, before she began to suckle on her teat.

Marcie gasped sharply. She didn't have sensitive nipples as a man and had not expected that to have changed, but they were certainly more receptive than before. It was almost certainly a side effect of the pill genetically engineering her mammaries to be the ideal means to feed the many young anyone who took this pill would certainly have. Jasmine leaned forward further as she suckled, switching to the other breast, pushing Marcie onto her back, leaning completely over her. The doberman began to buck her hips a little faster, while Marcie moaned and squirmed under her.

"Oh mistress... Your cock- Ah... feels so good..." Marcie moaned out, the doberman's increased fervor only making it more pleasurable for her as she learned just how good sex felt as a woman.

Jasmine increased her pace, spurred on by her now-girlfriends pleasure. Marcie could feel it at the base of the doberman's cock, the knot slowly swelling, slightly larger each time it was thrust into her. She felt excited, she had taken the knot in her ass before, but this? This was where it was meant to go, what it was meant to do, once it swelled up and they were tied, there would be no going back. Nature's way of ensuring more successful breedings among their species...

Jasmine was still eagerly playing with her pup's new breasts, suckling, squeezing, even putting her face between them as she humped away. Her knot kept swelling, until a sudden tug signified it wasn't coming back out, her rhythm forced to change from longer strokes, to short, incredibly rapid thrusts. She tugged on the leash again, pulling Marcie's muzzle to her own, locking them into a kiss, their canine tongues intertwining yet again.

The thrusts were becoming more frantic and desperate. Jasmine panting and moaning into the kiss while Marcie squirmed against her bonds. The bound bitch returned the noises in kind, moaning and whining as her brand new pussy was abused, feeling stretched full by Jasmine's fat knot. Her bound position allowing for their hips to collide over and over as Jasmine continued thrusting wildly.

Marcie cried out, muffled by Jasmine's muzzle on hers, her whole body quivering and convulsing as she experienced her first orgasm as a woman. She felt her inner walls clamping down on the doberman's cock, squeezing it, milking it, doing as nature intended.

Jasmine groaned, Marcie's quivering sex pushing the doberman over the edge as she unloaded the pent up contents of her balls into the mutt underneath her. Her cock twitched as it sprayed virile seed into Marcie's womb, giving her a renewed feeling of fullness as it flooded her pussy. Their shared orgasmic bliss faded, almost as quickly as it had begun. Jasmine reached up, still tied inside of her girlfriend, and began to undo the bindings around Marcie's ankles, letting her legs free to move back down.

The two rested, panting as they lay with their limbs intertwined. "How does it feel, pup? To be bred... knowing in a few months, your belly is going to get fat with my pups." Jasmine said, smirking.

Marcie reached down between them, her hands free for the first time since they started. She rubbed her flat stomach gently. "Amazing..." she said. "I can't wait to be a mother..."

Jasmine's hand joined Marcie's, guiding it a little lower, making her press against her fur a little harder. "Feel that?" Jasmine asked.

Marcie nodded, she could feel it, the outline of Marcie's cock inside of her, still rock hard.

"Looks like your mistress isn't done breeding you." Jasmine smirked as she grabbed the mutt by the thigh and shoulder and rolled the pair over so that Marcie was on top. The doberman gripped the leash in her hand, grinning. "Ride me until I put another load in your fertile cunt." she ordered.

"Yes mistress!" Marcie called out, getting up onto her knees, moaning softly as she moved with the cock still tied inside of her, keeping that first virile load trapped in her womb. She began to move her hips, bouncing in the short movements the knot inside of her would allow.

Jasmine reached out, grabbing Marcie's hips with one hand, the other holding the leash taut, making sure that with every movement Marcie pulled against her collar to remind her who was still in control.

Marcie herself took the opportunity to grope one of the doberman's breasts, while fondling her own with the other hand. She was amazed at how different they felt, hers was soft while Jasmine's was more firm. All the while bouncing on her mistress's cock, moaning and panting like the bitch in heat she was. Her plush ass jiggling each time it bounced against Jasmine's solid thighs, fluffy tail wagging happily behind her.

It didn't take long before the mutt loudly moaned out, a new orgasm overtaking her, eliciting some additional grunts and moans from Jasmine as her cock was squeezed by the mutt's climax. Jasmine, however, had more left than that and her guiding hand on Marcie's hip ensured she didn't stop even as orgasmic bliss overtook her.

But soon enough, Jasmine was once again breathing heavily, drawing close. She tugged hard on the leash, forcing Marcie to bend forward. Removing her hand from the mutt's hip and wrapping her whole arm around Marcie's waist, thrusting upwards with her hips, she began to slam into Marcie's pussy forcefully.

The savage onslaught quickly pushed Marcie to the edge once again. She wrapped her arms around her mistress as they shared yet another orgasm. Marcie felt more warm seed filling her up, helping ensure she was bred, all while the doberman moaned loudly into her ear.

They laid like this for a time but it wasn't long before Jasmine was tying Marcie back up. Getting her ready for round three in a new position...

Months had passed and the pair found themselves staring into each other's eyes once again. Clasping hands, each was wearing a beautiful white dress that hugged their curves tightly, particularly the curve they both shared along their abdomen where new life was growing inside both of them. Marcie wore a white collar that passed as a choker and both of them wore new golden bands around their fingers. Their closest friends and family were watching on from their seats as the ceremony concluded.