Info - puppy hybrid, monsterfucking, tails and puppy ears, science experiment, scientist reader, mommy kink, mostly nonverbal pup, barking, anal fucking machine, experiments, breeding kink, possessive sub, lactation kink, oral (male and female receiving), multicum, short refractory period. Dry orgasm, sleeping in a cage, chained up, lots of cum, humping, owner and puppy, rules, knotting pregnant sex, baby talk, praise, ruined orgasm, excitable sub,
Timothée loves being your puppy hybrid. He knows he's just your science experiment but he likes to think that he is special to you. After all, you do take on all the testing yourself.
You make sure you control the fucking machine the fills up his ass and goes so hard a bulge appears in his sweet tummy. You play with his foreskin and make sure to clean it with your own tongue. You test his hole with your fingers. You figure out how long you can milk your puppy before he starts orgasm dry. You see how many times he can erupt in a day when put to the test. You make sure to brush his tail. You make sure to Pat his head and scratch behind his ears.
He had imprinted on you almost immediately. He's always sprinting around the lab excitedly when you arrive. He bounds over to you and begins to hump your leg wildly. His feral little yaps making you smile fondly.
"No, no, you can't do this and make cummies. You know I need to have you in tip top shape every testing day. You can't just hump and explode on me."
"Mhmm," he nodded obediently. You knew he was still a bit untrained and his cock just got so happy to see you. He'd crawl back to the examination table where he was chained. He would pant excitedly, wagging his tail and waiting for his orders.
Of course you want to see how big the litter of a hybrid would be. Timothée is Very happy when you say you'll be using yourself to aid in the assessment. He had been feral that day when he was let inside you the first time. His records were all broken in that instant.
He whined and barked the whole time. He popped his red, raging knot inside me and went feral. Load after load of creamy cum was splurted into my womb. He would howl with happiness whenever my walls clenched around him and he knew I you were being pleasured too. He liked to be of service.
By the end of the session you were both a wreck. You were completely cum drunk. You knew nothing but a floating feeling of happiness. Every movement he made let loose a loud squelching sound from all the semen inside me. He was a complete wreck. It was like his poor little puppy instincts made it impossible for him to stop. His hips just kept jutting and snapping even when he was sore and unable to release any more cum.
When you were taken away, Timothée became violent for the first time. He snarled and growled at the other scientists who were removing me. He kept trying to nuzzle into your skin. He was rutting his softening cock against your inner thigh as I was slowly dragged away. You heard sorrowful howls for hours afterward.
You got pregnant incredibly fast. You also swelled faster than a normal pregnancy. You liked to caress and hold my round belly around Timothée because it made him crazy. He would arf happily and run a circle around you and then nuzzle your breasts.
You knew he was meant to just be an experiment but you were very fond of your feral puppy. He was constantly naked and his cock was always throbbing the poor thing. He was always dripping precum. Sometimes, you'd give a little slap to his full balls just to watch him blush and his shaft twitch.
"You've got a nice thingy don't you puppy?" You cooed at him one day.
"Mhmm mhmmm," he wagged his head in agreement.
He was very protective of you now. He would always bring you warm blankets from his cage in the lab. He would nuzzle against you, and anyone who came near was growled at. However, he was always soft with you.
He was just a whiny, whimpery, pathetic mess with you. He made sure to always top you off with cum when you first arrived. He made sure to help your orgasm every time. Sometimes his long, lolling, tongue, would come out and hungrily lap up his own cum from your pussy. He would poke it out afterwards so you could suck on it and taste your mixture.
Next, he would lay his head on your swollen belly. You would tell him how good he did breeding you, how you were having five hybrid pups and that's why you were so big. He would always look so proud and happy about this. It always ended the same. He would begin to rut against your thigh and suckle your milk contentedly as if it was an award. He loved to drink. He was always wiggling his cock inside you and then happily suckle.
You enjoyed breastfeeding him. It thrilled you to be able to nourish him. You petted between his ears and crooned at him. Nursing him was one of the most intimate moments the two of you had together. These times together just solidified your bond to one another. This was how you began to no longer think of him as an experiment.
The other scientists couldn't figure out why he's so attached to you. They have tried sending other women in the lab but Timothée always ignores them. He would not even share toys or blankets with them. Even if they were completely naked he would not seem to care.
All Timothée's cum and orgasm records belong to you. He's spilled more cum inside you than any test subject ever has. He's obsessed. He could go at it for hours it seemed. He could go until cum was sloshing out of your cunt because of overflow. You seemed to adore it.
One day, everything changed. Timothée was usually non verbal. He made noises, barks, howls, and sighs, but he didn't say full words. None of the researchers were sure if he was capable. You were confident he could.
He seemed to be able to sense you were close to birth because he stuffed his nose in your pussy and sniffled and snuffed. He pulled back and looked up at you with huge wet eyes. He licked his lips and opened his mouth.
"Loo-vve, y-you arf mommy, mommy arf mommy. Love you mommy, arf mom," he struggled to get out.
You completely melted. You gave him all the scritchie scratchies you could. You cooed and praised him for being the bestest boy. He was nearly crying with enthusiasm. He truly had imprinted. He was pleased to have an owner, a dominate, a mommy.
That day you decided to take him home. He wasn't your experiment, he was your puppy. He was who had bred you. He was so happy to be in your home that he came immediately all over the floor. This just made you giggle and order him to put it inside you next time.
"Y-yes mommy," he nodded, determined to obey.
