Free The Family Pet by H. Dean

The Family Pet - The O'Connell Chronicles
    Synopsis: The story of how a girl is unwillingly converted into a puppy - the family pet.
    Author ’ s Note:   While this is another chapter in the O ’ Connell Chronicles it is intended to stand alone. For those unfamiliar with the O ’ Connell Chronicles I would direct you to the first story in the series “The Object of His Affection”. For those hoping for another tale in extreme body modification – well, this is probably not the story you are looking for. Just the same, it will likely hint at future tales (providing I can manage sustained inspiration and figure out how to bring my ideas to the page).

    Finally, I want to thank the many fans who have offered comments and support. Your words have helped to inspire me to continue with my sordid tales in spite of a lack of time and sleep. I hope you all find this worth the read. Thank you all.

    The Family Pet – The O ’ Connell Chronicles

    Prologue

    They made love. It was long and sensual, soft but forceful. His thick, muscular body pushing down on top of her petit frame, forcing her to endure his penetration regardless of any want she might have. But she did want him. The deeper his thrusts the deeper she wanted him, reveling in the pain his large member brought to her quaking body. Then, at long last, it was over. They lay, side by side, panting as their intermingled sweat trickled onto the damp sheet below. Looking to each other they smiled satisfied and nearly satiated. Then, joining hands for a brief moment, they made love again, finishing shortly before dawn ’ s first light.

    Bill stood at the stove making breakfast. He was naked but for the apron he wore to protect himself from the inevitable splatter of grease that accompanied fried potatoes. Jasmine, his wife of five years, sat at their large dinner table admiring the shape of his posterior, noting the striations in his thighs and calves with prurient enthusiasm, wondering which made her hungrier; the smell of the food or her husband.

    “Pancake syrup…it ’ s not just for breakfast,” she told him, grinning.

    “Don ’ t get any ideas. I have to get to work today,” he told her.

    “Just one more time?” she asked, her lips trembling with feigned sadness.

    “I know it ’ s Saturday, but they need me. We have a new line coming out. Who knows, I might even give you a taste.”

    “Fuck no!” she replied. “The last thing I want is to look like a bimbo or to be one of those toys you make. I ’ ll stick with the research and let the others have the ‘ fun ’ .”

    “Hah, you ’ re no fun, baby. I just want to do your lips,” Bill kidded. “You know, so you can give the perfect blow job.”

    “I don ’ t know who is more sick…you for doing it or me for doing the work that makes it possible,” Jasmine said. “I mean this isn ’ t exactly what you would call normal…or even ethical.”

    “And that, my love,” he said, offering her a piece of syrup soaked bacon “is why you like it. They aren ’ t willing…mostly.”

    “I do like that,” she grinned. “Am I evil?”

    A ringing phone took their attention from the moment. “Finish making breakfast, lover, I ’ ll get the phone.”

    Moments later, Jasmine returned with the phone. “It ’ s Patricia. Bill, her boyfriend kicked her out of his house.”

    “That guy was always a prick. I don ’ t know why she was ever with him,” Bill said, his eyes flashing anger.

    Jasmine frowned. “It ’ s worse than that. She didn ’ t want to tell us when it happened but she lost her job a couple months ago and hasn ’ t been able to find work. Bill, she has nowhere to go. Do you think she could stay here for a bit? Just until she gets on her feet.”

    Bill looked at her, a questioning look in his eyes. “Well, it ’ s sort of up to you. I don ’ t mind but I don ’ t know how you would feel with her staying here. You ’ ve not been a fan of my ex-girlfriends, after