Date: Wed, 5 May 2004 22:32:18 -0400 (GMT-04:00)
From: Guy <gpndc1966@earthlink.net>
Subject: Jeremiah the breeder

Jeremiah, The Breeder
By Jonathan Abrams

All the usual disclaimers apply. This story contains graphic descriptions
of sex acts between a young boy and a dog. All sex in the story is
consensual and this story is entirely fictional, as what is described can't
possibly happen in any reality currently know to mankind. If you are under
18 or this type of story is illegal where you live, or this type of story
is simply not your bag, then leave now. You have been warned. Otherwise,
enjoy it for what it is, pure entertainment. This is my first and only
attempt at a bestiality story, as it simply is not my bag. I am writing it
at the suggestion of a friend. This isn't my first story on Nifty and
hopefully won't be my last. Flames ignored. If you like the story, please
let me know via e-mail at gpndc1966@earthlink.net.

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     Jeremiah had always had a dog as a pet. As long as he could remember,
his Alaskan husky was right by his side, his ever faithful companion. His
parents had bought Max as a puppy the same day Jeremiah turned 1 year
old. Now, 7 years later, Jeremiah and Max were best friends. They had a
special relationship which no one was aware of.
     When Jeremiah was 6, he had watched a pair of neighborhood dogs
mating. Fascinated, he stood and watched the pair as the male first mounted
the female and continued to watch for the next 20 minutes, mesmerized, as
he started getting a strange feeling in his groin, as he started getting an
erection. Not sure what was happening, he hopped back on his bike and
headed home. Once he arrived home, he headed into the bathroom just as his
erection started to go down. He pulled down his pants and looked at
himself, watching as he slowly returned to normal size. Relieved, he opened
the door, where he was greeted by Max, who was holding a ball in his mouth.
     "Hey, boy," Jeremiah said as Max whimpered and started wagging his
tail. Jeremiah took the ball and the pair headed into the back yard with
memories of what he had seen lingering in his mind.
     That evening, after dinner, his mother sent him in to take his
bath. As usual, Max followed him and stretched out on the floor by the door
as Jeremiah started to undress. Once he had removed his pants and
underwear, he stood still for a few minutes and looked at Max. Jeremiah had
spread a little bit of dog food on his penis. Finally, Max stood up and
walked over to Jeremiah and started licking along Jeremiah's tiny shaft,
which started to grow. Once it reached its fully erect 3 inches, Jeremiah
moved behind Max and, imitating the dogs he had seen down the street, he
clumsily mounted Max, pushing his erection toward Max's butt. He wrapped
his arms around Max's stomach to hold him still as he pushed quickly
inside. Max whimpered a little, but Jeremiah could see Max's dick start to
poke out of its shaft. He smiled as he started thrusting. Five minutes
later, he stopped and climbed into the tub. Max licked himself while
Jeremiah finished his bath.
     Drying off, he got dressed and headed for the bedroom so his mom could
come tuck him in. Max jumped up on the bed and curled up next to him, as he
did every night. His mother came in and read him a story, tucked him in and
kissed him. She turned out the light and left the room.
     Jeremiah reached over and started petting Max. Moving his hand slowly
down Max's stomach, he watched as Max's dick popped out of its
shaft. Jeremiah reached over and touched it, but Max growled at him. He
pulled his hand away, patted Max on the head, rolled over and went to
sleep.
     These rituals continued for the next two years. Jeremiah would mount
Max once a week and then touch him gently on his genitals when they were
done. One of Jeremiah's favorite activities was letting Max lick him until
he got an erection.
     The year Jeremiah turned 8, things would change dramatically for the
entire family. Jeremiah was a typical 8-year-old. He played baseball,
soccer, went swimming, rode bikes, hung out with friends and climbed
trees. He started a clubhouse with a group of friends from school. He was a
blond haired, blue eyed 82 pound, 4 foot 3 inch tall bundle of energy. But,
he and Max still shared their special ritual once a week, something they
had both grown accustomed to, almost as natural for Max as taking a walk.
     One day, Jeremiah and Max were in the bedroom, where Jeremiah was
getting undressed after a hard day of playing in the yard. He had that
unusual smell boys get when they've been playing hard and getting
dirty. After he had finished undressing, Max came over and started sniffing
him. After a few seconds, he started licking Jeremiah's testicles and
butt. Jeremiah felt a tingle as he started to get that familiar feeling in
his penis. Figuring this would be their usual weekly ritual, Jeremiah
started getting ready so he could mount Max. Max had other plans. Max
jumped up and playfully put his paws on Jeremiah's back. Jeremiah bent over
and put his hands on the rug, thinking Max only wanted to lick some
more. Max climbed on top of Jeremiah, locked his front paws around his
stomach and started humping Jeremiah, forcing his dick inside Jeremiah's
butt.
     Jeremiah, not used to this, started moaning in pain as Max reached his
full length inside Jeremiah, who had started bucking his hips, trying to
force Max off of him. Max grabbed on tighter with his front paws and his
dick started to swell. Jeremiah, deciding Max wanted to return the favor of
the past two years, stopped moving as he felt Max's dick swell to the size
of his anus, so Max could stay inside him. Jeremiah felt like he had a
banana stuck in his butt. He couldn't believe how big Max was
getting. "Good boy," Jeremiah said, in between gasps and moans. "Feels good
doesn't it boy?"
     Max whimpered as he panted louder and faster. Jeremiah started getting
an erection.
     Jeremiah screamed in anguish as he felt something the size of a golf
ball enter his body as Max moved slightly. Suddenly, Max pulled off, but
remained inside Jeremiah. He turned around, so his butt was against
Jeremiah's butt. Jeremiah couldn't believe Max was still inside him. Max
didn't seem like he was in any pain, so he didn't say or do anything. After
10 minutes, Jeremiah felt Max getting smaller as he popped out. Then, Max
moved to the corner and started licking himself.
     Jeremiah stood up, reached over and patted Max on the head, "Good
boy," he said, as he headed for the bathroom to take a bath. He was still
in pain as he climbed into the tub, a little blood trickling down his leg.
     Jeremiah and Max continued their ritual once a week. Jeremiah was
puzzled when Max didn't seem to take much interest in doing it anymore, so
he continued to mount Max, figuring maybe it was a certain mixture of
smells that had gotten Max so excited. Not sure who to ask, he went into an
Internet discussion board geared toward dogs and started asking what might
have caused Max's odd behavior. Many people were helpful and answered his
questions, assuming he was talking about normal mating customs of dogs.
     Three weeks after his encounter with Max, he woke up one morning with
a stomachache. His mother took him to the doctor. He checked him over and
ran a series of tests.
     "I can't really see anything wrong," he said. "How long have you had
this problem?"
     "Just this morning," Jeremiah said. "It started when I woke up and
seemed to get worse."
     "Well, I can give you a general antibiotic, but I can't do much else
until I can determine what is wrong. You're too young to get an ulcer, but
you never know. I'll wait for some of the test results and see if I can
give you more information. Until then, take this antibiotic and get plenty
of rest."
     "OK," Jeremiah said.
     His mother got the prescription filled and took him home. "Get into
bed. Hopefully you'll feel better later."
     Jeremiah went to his bedroom, changed into his pajamas and climbed
into bed, where he was joined by Max, who sensed that something was wrong.
     For a week, he took the medicine and rested in bed, not really feeling
much better, but not feeling any worse either. The doctor had called two
days after the visit and said the tests all came up negative.
     After lying in bed for a week and getting up to eat practically every
hour, Jeremiah decided he felt better and wanted to join his friends at the
swimming pool. He put on his swim trunks and noticed that they didn't
fit. He kept them untied as he headed for his bike.
     "Something looks different," his mother said.
     "My trunks are a little tight, but no big deal," Jeremiah said.
     "But we bought those three weeks ago. Surely you haven't gained that
much weight in that time, you've been sick in bed. Come here a minute son."
     "But mom, the guys are waiting."
     "They'll have to wait. Come here."
     Rolling his eyes, he walked over to his mother who looked him up and
down. "Yes, you certainly do have a little bit of a stomach showing. Oh
well. I'll worry about it later. Have fun at the pool."
     When he got to the pool, his best friend Eric started making fun of
him because of his weight.
     "It's not that big a deal, Eric. I haven't gained that much."
     "Go look in the mirror, Jer. There's one in the dressing room."
     Jeremiah went to the dressing room and looked in the mirror. Even from
the front, his little bit of extra weight was obvious. Depressed, he headed
home.
     "Mom, my friends all made fun of me. Ryan said I reminded him of his
mother when she got pregnant with his brother."
     "That's nonsense," she said. "They were just teasing you. Boys will be
boys and friends are sometimes the worse about teasing."
     "I know, but I don't want to play with them for awhile. If they come
by tell them I'm sick or something, because I am."
     Max came over with his tail between his legs, knowing Jeremiah didn't
feel well and was upset. Jeremiah patted him on the head, rolled the ball
for him and headed for his room.
     The following week, Jeremiah's weight gain had become extreme. He
couldn't wear most of his pants and started sitting around all day in his
sweat pants or pajamas, since they had stretch waists. He had gained 30
pounds. Worried, his mother took him to the doctor once again. He ran
another series of tests and even took some X-rays.
     After 15 minutes of waiting, the doctor called Jeremiah's mother in to
his office. "I'd like you to see these X-rays," he said. "They show
something strange. I don't quite have an explanation for it and don't know
what else I can do." He put the X-ray film up on the wall and turned on the
light behind them. "Come closer. This," he said, pointing to a dark object
on the film, "is Jeremiah's stomach and bladder. Now, right here is the
strange thing," he said, pointing to four very distinct, lighter colored
objects near the bladder.
     "What is that?"
     "Well," the doctor said, "They look like puppies. I've called a
veterinarian friend of mine and he's on his way over to confirm that. I'm
not really sure how to tell you this, but it looks like your son is
pregnant with a litter of puppies."
     A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. It was the
veterinarian.
     "Hi, David, I want you to take a look at these X-rays."
     The vet walked over to the light board and gazed at the film. "Yeah,
those are definitely puppies, but the other organs around them are not
dog. Is someone playing a weird joke on you? Are these this woman's
X-rays?"
     "No, David," the doctor said. "These X-rays belong to her son."
     "Oh, yeah, I can see the prostate, now that you mention it. Someone is
still playing a sick joke. I would ask the X-ray technician what's up."
     Just then, there was a knock on the door and Jeremiah poked his head
into the office. David walked over to him and placed his hands on each side
of Jeremiah's stomach. Then, he listed with his stethoscope and
gasped. Stepping back, he took a deep breath.
     "No doubt it about, folks, this boy is nearly six weeks along with a
litter of puppies. Looks like four puppies and he has three more weeks to
go."
     His mother fainted and Jeremiah looked shocked for a few seconds
before he realized what Max had done to him.
     The doctor looked at David for what seemed like an eternity, "How is
that possible?"
     "I don't know. I'm just a veterinarian. I don't deal with people. I
can tell you all about gestation of dogs and all that, but I can't tell you
how it's possible for a dog to mate with a human, much less a human male,
and give him a litter of puppies. That's up to a regular doctor to figure
out. I'll do my best to help him through the next two weeks."
     The next two weeks, Jeremiah continued to gain weight. Finally, the
day came for him to have his puppies. He was lying in bed one night and
started to get a stomachache. He started breathing heavy and called for his
parents. When they got into the bedroom, he was holding his stomach and
panting heavily.
     "Here," said his mother, "Let's get his pants and underwear off." They
undressed him as he lay there panting. "Go get a towel and a pan of water
and call the doctor."
     Jeremiah's father left the room as his mother took his hand. "There,
there, it'll be OK. Just relax and everything will be OK."
     "OK," Jeremiah said, as he took a deep breath and gasped. With a quick
push, one of the puppies popped halfway out, just as his father returned
with the towel and the water. His mother grabbed the towel and placed it
under Jeremiah as the puppy popped out the rest of the way. She grabbed it
and started to dry the mucus off the tiny male puppy. She repeated the
process for the next two hours, as one by one the puppies, three males and
one female, popped out at the rate of one every half hour.
     Once all the puppies were dry, she covered Jeremiah with a blanket and
handed him his puppies, which he held close to his chest. Max came over and
curled up next to Jeremiah as his parents went to the kitchen to get some
milk for the puppies.
     "What are we supposed to do with four puppies?" She asked.
     "We'll raise them until they are old enough, then sell them to a good
home," her husband said. "We should be able to get $100 per puppy. Just
think, we could breed Jeremiah and make a little extra money."
     "Oh, really now," she said. "Besides, he would probably get tired of
being pregnant all the time. Besides, imagine how hard it will be to sell
them as pure breds. If they run a test they'll find out they are half
human."
     They both laughed as they headed for the bedroom with four bottles of
milk.
     "How are you feeling, honey?" Jeremiah's mother asked.
     "I'm OK. Do you think Max knows these are his?"
     "I'm sure of it. Here, let's feed them."
     "OK. Mom, dad, I've named them. This is Spot, Chip, Rover and Fifi."
     "That's nice, son. Now take a bath and get some rest. You've had a
rough day."
     Jeremiah went to take a bath so he could get ready for bed. Once in
bed, Max and the puppies curled up next to him.
     Seven months later, they placed an advertisement so they could sell
the puppies. Jeremiah tearfully said goodbye to each of them.

     Nine weeks later, he gave birth to a litter of six puppies, followed
eight months later by a litter of five. Jeremiah's parents had turned him
into their personal dog breeder, which neither he nor Max minded.