Alerted by her howl, Troy saw her owner rush into the room, clearly concerned that something was wrong. But once he got about halfway into the room he saw the awkward position that Troy was now in.
“That seems unpleasant,” was all her owner could muster, his eyes fixated on the puppy hanging out of her.
Troy looked up at him, humiliation evident in her eyes, and just whimpered. Unpleasant didn’t begin to describe her situation. She was in agony. Her vagina felt like it was ripping itself apart. There were a dozen puppies inside of her doing their best to make her miserable. She was exhausted. Her tits hurt. Her stomach fur was matted with leaking milk.
She was a bitch.
She was a breeding bitch. She was going to have to go through this again dozens of times, if not more. Unpleasant barely described the life that now faced her.
Then the next contraction hit. She pushed. She felt the puppy begin to rotate. It began to slip forward. Her vagina, she realized, was taller than it was wide. The puppy had started perpendicular to it, but if she could rotate it enough, it should slip out.
She pushed and pushed. The puppy rotated. She could feel one of its shoulders begin to push down on the inside of her asshole. It began to slip forward.
She pushed more. It rotated more. It slipped. The shoulders were slipping out! One more push! Then… Troy felt a gushing sensation as the shoulders cleared her vagina and the rest of the puppy followed shortly behind it.
She heard a soft mewling as the puppy took its first breaths of air. She felt its tail wagging against her vagina. It tried to take a step and she felt a… pulling sensation. Looking down past her stomach she could see the puppy, with a thin, blue, sinuous cord running from its stomach and back into her. The umbilical cord, she realized.
“Good girl,” she heard her owner say as he walked over and patted her on the head. He squatted down behind her and looked at the puppy squirming around between her legs, “that’s a big one, just like last time.”