Raising Her Right
MuneChan
Summary:
Just a quick horny fic about a disgraced doctor turning his daughter into the perfect sex pet. Read the tags, and follow my twitter and discord:
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Notes:
While there is no link set up currently, this happens in the same universe as my other title, "Young Stud."
Chapter 1
Chapter Text
There was not a soul on the barren turnpike on the Full Moon-lit night as the disgraced Dr. Maverick drove towards home. From the pinnacle of his field, to losing his medical license and having his prestigious awards revoked, one might think his career was over; but as he looked at the car seat in his mirror, Dr. Maverick knew his true life's work was just beginning.
"Welcome to your new home, Lily!" Jason said to his infant daughter. "You're going to love it here." He locked the door behind him before carrying his sleeping bundle of joy down to his basement. The basement was more than just the nursery of a single father, it was the workshop of a brilliant doctor and geneticist. "I'll have to work quickly." He muttered, placing Lily naked in a plastic lined chamber that resembled an NICU bed for premature babies. "I couldn't make all the changes I wanted to the fetus without raising some eyebrows at delivery, so I have to do what I can now while she's still malleable."
Jason closed the chamber and booted up an attached computer, logging in and executing a few programs. Numbers and charts flashed across the screen as an assortment of robotic arms whirred to life in the box. An arm with a small mask placed itself over the newborn's face, applying anaesthetic; followed by another arm installing an IV port, and then a catheter. A perfectly calculated dose of pain medication was then sent down the IV by the computer to prepare Lily for the next phase.
Among the reams of data on the computer, was Lily's entire genetic code, as she wasn't the product of just a man and a woman getting busy. While Jason may have included a bit of his DNA out of vanity, most of his daughter's genetics were artfully crafted together with CRISPR gene editing. Jason had to be creative gathering his samples; he had bought some hair and bodily residues that belonged to the world's most naturally busty porn stars off Ebay; he lost his medical license after he pretended to be the doctor of the Guinness World Record holder for most prolific lactation, and he even did a little grave robbing in order to sample history's youngest mother, earliest period, and the mother of the most children.
"Initializing Gene Therapy: Would you like to continue?" The computer inquired. "Affirmative." Jason responded. A shimmering fluid began to pump from the machine into his daughter's veins, causing a host of changes. The first, and most important, was the formation of a custom designed artificial gland in Lily's brain, with iron containing proteins attenuated to a specific magnetic frequency. With this new organ, Jason could wirelessly signal for the organ to release endorphins and hormones directly into his daughter's brain, in order to encourage her to seek certain stimuli and reward certain behavior; as it learned, it would eventually begin to dole out these rewards on its own based on Lily's own senses.
As Lily slept, two small suction cups were placed over her flat nipples, applying gentle oscillating suction. While it may be a while before she could make any milk, the machine also signaled for a small shot of dopamine to be released with every pump. Even though the gene therapy was already administered, the IV stayed in, now supplying extra nutrients and stem cells. Whenever the machine detected low glucose levels, it triggered the feeding protocol, in which a small realistic dildo would insert itself in her mouth and let her suck out her food. While the nutrient solution was specifically formulated to look, feel, and taste exactly like cum, Lily's brain was being conditioned to love the drink as much as life itself.
It had been six months since Jason brought his daughter home, and he was busy making observations for his quarterly progress report. There were a few new additions to the box. In order to encourage healthy language development, a high definition wrap around LCD screen hung above Lily's face. Jason kept a 24/7 video feed on screen; he used his considerable wealth to commission a vast quantity of "Hucow" breeding and lactation porn to program his daughter. Her brain was conditioned to release endorphins, prolactin, oxytocin, estrogen, and Bovine Growth Hormone, every time she heard a "Moo", a ringing cowbell, or saw a penis.
Jason decided to test the behavioural conditioning by taking off his pants and letting his cock rest up against the clear plastic box. Lily's eyes locked onto his flaccid cock. "Moo?" She cooed curiously, before her eyelids twitched erratically, her eyes shot briefly into the back of her head, and her back arched as if she were electrocuted. Lily began to giggle. "Moooooo…" The infant moaned deliriously, before convulsing again, and erupting in a fit of giggles. "Moooooo- moo- moooooo- mooooOOoooo!" Lily was caught in a feedback loop that Jason liked to call a "giggle-gasm". While he wasn't sure if his six month-old was getting off sexually or not, it brought a tear to his eye seeing daddy's little girl self pleasuring before she could even talk.
After scrawling a few more notes on her vocalizations, Jason turned his attention towards her body. Her baby fat was still present, but it had been redistributed significantly. If one were to look at Lily's stomach they would see not a single ounce of fat, just an unnaturally thin wasp waist, on account of her being born without her bottom two sets of ribs. Her hips however, were wide and padded, and her big baby bubble butt looked like it belonged to an infant Kim Kardashian.
Moving above the waist is where the most significant changes were. Perched atop Lily's rib cage was a pair of breasts, only the size of tennis balls, but they looked massive on her tiny body; and each was topped by a distended nipple, as large and long as a man's thumb. Her throbbing nipples shuddered and spasmed like little cocks, each stream of baby breast milk shooting out like cum.
Today marked Lily's second birthday, and Jason had an extra special surprise lined up for her! Jason walked down the basement stairs and gazed lovingly upon his pet. Since she was up and walking around handily at this point, Jason had swapped out the LCD screen over the crib for a lightweight VR headset of his own design. Through the power of machine learning, his toddler could be right there in the orgies; and anytime one of the characters in VR fucked her, a set of robotic arms would pick her up and position her accordingly to be railed by a robotic vibrator.
At the time, Lily was suspended by her shoulders and upper thighs. Her legs were held apart and her tight cunny was being jackhammered by a six inch dildo. Her grapefruit sized toddler tits hung pendulously below her; and her thumb-length teats throbbed, easily as thick as shot glasses, and gushed kiddie cream with each thrust. "MoooOoo! Oh fu- mmh! Moo! MoooooOOO!" She screamed, like a little animal in heat.
Jason walked up behind her and pulled her visor off, causing the machines to wind down. Lily lay in a puddle of her own juices on the floor. "D-dadda! I was playing!" She whined. "Now, now, my little Cow…" Jason consoled her. Lily shuddered one more time, a final orgasm shooting through her limbs as she heard her father degrade her. "Todays your second birthday, so I have something special for you!"
Lily sat up straight. "What is it Dadda, tell me!" The little girl pleaded. Jason unzipped his pants, letting his 10" cock spring free. "Today, I'm going to give you a baby inside your tummy, and make you a Momma!" Jason stated. "Really? You're gonna breed me!?" Lily squealed with excitement.
"Yes I am, now get on your stomach and stick your ass in the air." No sooner than the command could leave his lips, Lily was already assuming the position, impatiently waiting to receive her father's shaft. She may have only been two years old down to the day, but Lily possessed the perfect ass of a well developed woman. Jason got a firm grip on her hips, lined his meat up with her slavering cunny, and slammed her ass straight to his hips. Though he had been training her holes with progressively larger insertions from birth, Jason had chosen to stop increasing the size well below the size of his cock, as he wanted to make sure his daughter's first time was as painful as it was pleasurable.
Lily howled with the inferno of sensations that were scrambling her brain. What little shred of self preservation instinct that hadn't been trained out of her was begging to stop as tears welled up in her eyes, while the rest of her brain was begging for more. Lily opened her mouth, to say literally anything. "Mooooo!" With one bestial cry, she sent herself into a downward spiral of orgasms. What little bit of free will in her head was helpless, as every cry led to Jason pounding her harder, which only intensified her reaction. Jason dug into her hips. "I'm gonna cum!" He shouted, before stuffing Lily's quivering pussy with his baby batter.
Jason sat at his desk reviewing some files as Lily slept. He looked over at the sleeping child, who was now obviously six months pregnant. Her belly was as large as a watermelon, and it hung low between her legs, forcing her to stand with her knees bent and ass sticking out, almost like an invitation for someone to come knock her up again. Her breasts had swollen considerably as well. They were stretched tight, veiny, and pendulous, like a pair of footballs hanging from her tiny chest; and below them, a second pair, as large as oranges had also sprouted. As she moaned quiet moos in her sleep, all four of Lily's udders released an unending stream of milk running down her naked body. "How fortunate that my little pet has twins for her first pregnancy!" Jason mused, as he returned his focus to the pile of ultrasound images in front of him.
…To be continued
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Summary:
Jason checks in on his experiments, and tests a new machine!
Chapter Text
Doctor Jason Maverick was a man of ambition, with his sole focus on how society teeters on the edge of a blade. Birth rates have been collapsing in the developed world, and his country, the God given United States of America, was no exception. After decades of research on a solution, stating the root cause was just two easy! First off, people were not reproducing; and when they did, it was getting later and later in life. Secondly, parents were too prudish to realize how horny and fertile their children are… His daughter Lily was living, and cumming, proof of that hypothesis.
Jason unlocked the door to his basement lab, stepping into the bright fluorescent light. As he crossed the soundproof threshold, he was greeted by the softest moan of "Moooooo… Mooooooooo… Moooooooooo…" Lily was sprawled out reclining in a chair with her head thrown back limp. The three year old's eyes were rolled into the back of her head, as if in a trance; with tears, snot, and drool streaming down her face.
Two floor mounted robotic arms were cradling her three month old twins, Kiki and Bella. The two littlest ones looked like the spitting image of their mother, though the hormone injections seemed to be reacting unpredictably with the chaotic hormonal cocktail in Lily's breast milk.
Lily's development had progressed significantly, the natural hormonal changes from pregnancy combining multiplicatively with the artificial hormonal and genetic modifications inducing what Jason dubbed "Pre-Puberty".
"It's as if her body is trying to adopt all of the evolutionary sexual characteristics posessed and utilized by a fully developed adult female, but without achieving any of the standard growth and development milestones." Jason had written in his research log.
The delicate pale skin and rosy cheeks of Lily's face were framed by her silky soft brown hair, which fell to her mid back. Though her eyes were mostly whites, due to her orgasmic bliss, one could see the faintest sliver of her emerald green iris; just below her twitching eyelids, which were adorned with voluminous lashes, as if she had permanent mascara or just the most gorgeous fake lashes.
Charles Darwin's research on birds in the Galapagos islands showed that animal physiology adapts to their diet, Lily was no exception. Her luscious lips were soft and pouty, the three year old mother was like an animal that evolved over millions of years specifically to suck cock.
Lily's twins drank voraciously from her chest, which had also changed considerably. The quartet of soccer ball sized orbs of flesh sat in her lap, with a spider web of rich blue veins throbbing just under her skin. Her nipples were puffy, with areola swollen full of milk, hanging outwards like an orange sliced in half and placed on the tip of her udder. Her nipples were distended to inhuman lengths, each as thick and long as an average penis. As the infant breeding stock drank from her top two breasts, Lily had two fingers plunged deep inside her lower teats, with each "Mooooooooo…" another tidal wave of rich cream gushed out from between her fingers.
Between her legs sat the source of Lily's rhythmic moaning. Though the childish elasticity of her skin showed no signs of her multiple pregnancy, her stomach was stretched taut around a monstrous mechanical dildo. The ribbed and studded behemoth pumped in and out rapidly, as Lily's juices leaked down the sides of the vibrating two-liter soda bottle sized phallus.
The Twins appeared to be developing sexually far faster than their mother. Each of the three month old infants had three pairs of apple sized breasts, each capped with a fingertip sized nipple. Since they were clearly hungry for it, Jason had the twins on an even more ambitious regiment of hormones, and sexual stimulation. Though the lack of response to psychological stimulation was concerning.
"Lily my dear, I have a surprise for you!" Jason called out, snapping Lily out of her trance. "I love surprises! What is it??" She chirped back. Jason retrieved a sizable container, and placed it next to Lily's milking stand. "It's a suggestion from one of my old research partners in Japan." He responded, as he set up a camcorder on a tripod. "I wanna see! I wanna see!" Lily pleaded. "Okay, but we'll have to put your dildo away first." Jason said as he turned off his little girl's fucking machine, causing it to retract into her chair.
Jason opened the front of the container, revealing a small screen and control panel. He tapped a few keys before it whirred to life and began to speak. "Biomechanical Artificial Insemination system active, would you like to perform a test run?" The computer asked. "Yes, proceed with the test on all three subjects." Jason responded.
The top of the box flew open and an army of mechanical tentacles flew out of the top. The robotic appendages were covered in a soft, skin-like material, and secreted a lubricating mucus. A flurry of tentacles wrapped themselves firmly around all three little girls, suspending them in the air with their asses up, legs apart, and dripping cunts begging to be filled. Before Lily could protest, a tentacle that was capped with a perfectly life-like human penis wrapped itself around her neck, and then snaked into her sweet, fuckable, little mouth. Similar tentacles did the same for Kiki and Bella.
Four more dick tentacles wrapped around Lily's midsection before plunging themselves into the depths of her throbbing nipples. Lily's eyes bulged, bloodshot and streaming tears; she tried to scream, but no sound could get around the cock invading her throat. Though the twins' teats could not be penetrated yet, the infants still needed to be broken. Two differently colored tentacles approached the twins. A red one approached Grace, capped with an eight inch canine cock and a throbbing knot, and buried itself in her snatch; while a purple tentacle with a ten inch equine cock violently ravaged Kiki's insides.
Lily was not going to be spared this mechanical breeding, as the most savage phallus yet began knocking on the door of her juvenile cunt. The heaving and throbbing appendage was twenty inches long, six inches across, and looked like a horse's cock, already oozing cum in anticipation, with a canine knot as large as a cantaloupe. The slick appendage seemed careful at first, before plunging deep into Lily's core. The skin on her stomach was stretched so tight, one could see every ridge, and every vein on the massive cock she was riding.
After seeing the positive performance of his latest invention, Jason activated the climax function, causing all of the mechanical members to inject their synthetic cum simultaneously. Lily's abdomen stretched out as if she were pregnant with quadruplets, and when the machine dropped her unceremoniously on the floor like a used condom, she looked as if she had swallowed a beach ball. The tentacles retracted from all of her holes, and she began to pour cum from every orifice.
The intensity of the orgasm was too much for her child brain to handle, and Lily began to ugly cry, wailing and sniffling, as every word she tried to say came out as a pathetic moaning "Moo". She tried to stand, sit up, or do anything, but her body overruled her mind, and buried her fists deep inside her nipples.
"There there, little one…" Jason soothed, patting her head with one hand, sticking a few fingers in her cunt with the other hand. "You'll get used to it soon enough when we try again tonight."
To be continued…
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Summary:
Jason decides that it is time to "improve" the twins.
Chapter Text
Jason was poring over his notes deep into the night. There was a serious issue with Kiki and Bella. The twins were now one year old, but had not met any of the typical milestones for developing toddlers. While seemingly cognizant, they were able to track movement with their eyes, and they were reactive to sexual stimuli up to and including penetration; they had made zero effort or progress toward crawling, talking, or any vocalizations apart from crying and orgasmic moaning. The two toddlers seemed as if they were orgasmically lobotomized: capable of staying alive, and being pleasured, but unable to even consider seeking it.
Jason knew his little breeders were destined to be the future of womankind, but society would never adopt this future if his child breeding stock didn't have the mental faculties to find the dick they were supposed to be riding. "Their bodies are fine, and their brains appear to be healthy… Perhaps I just need to add a dense nerve ganglion to act as a sort of conductor, or pack leader for the thought process." He mused. "They don't really need to do anything complicated like reading, or writing. If they could just handle their hygiene, feed themselves, and present for breeding; they would be perfect… Kind of like a dog that'll lick the peanut butter off your dick, and have your children." Jason said with a chuckle, before being struck with inspiration.
Like a puppet whose strings were held by the gods of science, Jason got to work at his digital workspace, a table with a 3D holographic projection floating above it, with a stylus as the input device. He first pulled up today's LIDAR point cloud scan of Kiki, gripping onto the model at certain points, bending her joints until the projection of his daughter was on her hands and knees. He couldn't help but notice how natural the little girl looked, posed like a child playing doggy, while her six breasts hung beneath her, like a bitch overdue to feed a litter of puppies, and her nipples hung just low enough to brush against the floor.
"Let's run with that idea." Jason suggested, to nobody in particular. "We'll start with the auxiliary brain, to drive sexual activity." He started by drawing two small brain-like hemispheres, and designated them as nerve cells. There was a level of programming that he could bake into a clump of nerve cells, determining certain types of demeanor and compulsions. For the routing of these neural pathways Jason had conducted a study, disguised as one run by a university, in order to scan and download the neural make-up of well over ten thousand nymphomaniacs, and women who were addicted to pregnancy. He took this data, refined it with machine learning, and applied it to the model brain he developed. "With this kind of wiring, she's going to be physically uncomfortable unless she is either fucking, pregnant, or breastfeeding… I'm sure she'll enjoy it, it's what she's made for." Jason thought, licking his lips at the possibilities. "Now let's decide where to put this little guy…"
His first thought was to put it in the brain, but that seemed too restrictive. "Right now, I have two wombs with legs that are unable to use said legs, therefore, the wombs don't get filled. I add this extra lobe, then they can pleasure men like they're supposed to." Jason wrote in his research log. "But if I make this a less invasive procedure, like one shot, then you grow the whole organ… I could use it to procedurally recondition unmodified little girls who don't want to breed, or whose parents won't allow them to, and convert them into proper cock-sleeves without the need for observation!"
It was a "Eureka" moment. He drew a pair of testicles, and attached each one to each nerve ganglia. "Being female, I'll have to add a prostate as well." Jason noted, attaching a prostate to each testicle in the model, before adding something a little more fun. He drew a bladder connected to each of the prostate glands, meaning that they would be constantly producing and storing cum as long as they did not get release. To wrap it all up, Jason drew a soft hairless scrotum to hold the equipment, and attached it to a pointed canine shaft, ten inches long, with a four inch diameter knot.
The new canine cock looked delicious attached to the toddlers crotch, placed a little higher than normal to make sure there was plenty of room to breed her pussy from behind. But this brought Jason's focus to her legs. "It's not right to make a sexy little animal like this walk on her knees, she'll get all torn up!" Jason declared, as he reached for another stylus that resembled a scalpel. With this tool, he carefully drew lines around her arms at the shoulder, and her thighs right where they meet her pelvis and ass. With one fluid motion, he popped the 3D model of her now quadruple amputee torso off her arms and legs. From here, Jason drew a set of canine digitigrade legs with oversized paws on the end. The bones would be made from organic carbon nanotubes, and the flesh from a nanopatterned multilayer graphene microweave, which imitated the feel of flesh, while having vast potential for adaptive electronics, and synthetic sensory feedback. The system was rather ingenious, being able to filter nutrients and carbon from her blood in order to operate, send signals back, and even grow with the rest of her body! The final touch would be to add opposable digits to her front paws, and to realign her spine so it would be more comfortable for her to look in front of and above herself.
Now riding the high of inspiration, it was time to work on baby Bella's modifications. Jason copied the legs and spinal realignment from Kiki's design, but was looking to do something a little more bold with her package. He stroked his cock over his jeans as he imagined the twin girls mounting each other, to the point that he might need to keep something around like a spray bottle, or cattle prod. "Let's make her a little more assertive." Jason said in a devious tone.
First off, ten inches would be too small. Bella was to be so insatiable that she would have to be able to suck her own dick, at the very least to keep her from having a psychotic episode if she can't fuck something while he's away from home; so he scaled her penis up until it could reach her lips, about sixteen inches long. Next, the shape needed more power. Jason sculpted away for half an hour until the most deliciously savage weapon of a horse cock hung between Bella's legs, with testicles the size of a man's fist each.
The personality portion was an excellent chance for fun as well. As part of his nymphomaniac study, he obtained scans of an equal number of "normal" people as a control. Of course, these people were actually hand picked off the national sex offender registry. Using machine learning, he sorted each scan into categories of perverts, rapists, child molesters, voyeurs, exhibitionists, sadists, and more. After refining it down, he had modeled the auxiliary brain of the perfect rapist; an entity who saw girls as belonging to two categories of willingness to have sex: "Yes", and "Yes, But Crying."
With the design work finished, Jason set the parameters on the biographene printer, and the gene recombinator, then headed off to prepare the girls for surgery. He first laid them both on his operating table, and then hooked them both up to artificial heart machines. While he had no intentions of stopping their hearts, he would have to replace their blood while he worked.
The artificial blood that he pumped into their veins at progressively higher ratios, until hitting ninety-nine percent purity was based off of an inert, biocompatible polymer with bimodal phase transition triggers. Exposure to atmospheric conditions would cause it to solidify, while attenuated microwave radiation could cause it to liquify again. The need for this would soon become apparent as he slipped an electrified dildo into each of their dripping cunts, and injected them with a paralytic agent.
Most people would say there was no need to keep the little girls conscious for a quadruple amputation and spinal realignment. Jason would tell those same people that there's no need for painkillers either; therefore, he decided to keep Kiki and Bella awake and unmedicated for the full duration, with a paralytic to keep them from squirming. Though they seemed completely locked in when it came to communication, and they only responded to food and sex, Jason hoped that this would instill on an instinctual level where their relationship stood. He was their creator, they would serve him. He made them, and he could unmake, disassemble, and reassemble them if he felt like it.
It was time for the fun to begin. Jason turned on some nice relaxing gangrape videos that he bought from a daycare owner on Tor for the girls to watch, and he got to work, starting with the gene therapy injections to initiate the growth of their penises. He then turned on his camcorder, to save this precious memory, and got to work with the hacksaw. Being as young as they were, the twins' limbs were rather easy to remove. Jason only had to pin the body of the child in question to brace them, and make a few quick strokes of the saw blade; to permanently liberate them from their limbs, bodily autonomy, and any chance of being treated like a human being.
As Jason watched the clear artificial blood coagulate on the raw stumps of his daughters, he heard a gentle voice behind him. "Daddy, what are you doing?" The voice of his sweet four year old daughter inquired. "Oh, Sweetie! Remember how you asked Daddy if you could have a puppy?" Jason questioned back. "Mhmm!" Lily nodded. "Well, I'm making two puppies just for you right now! Would you like to suck my cock while I work?" Lily was overjoyed. "Oh ehm gee! Yes!" She exclaimed. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so moo-uch!" She squealed, hugging her father's stomach, and smearing the still fresh blood of her children all over her face. "I'll suck your cock super good Daddy, because I can't wait until you're done working!" Lily dropped to her knees, and went straight to work slobbering on his knob as he meticulously fused the flesh of his daughters with his biomechanical creations.
After the procedure was finished, and the paralytic wore off, Kiki and Bella were clearly in shock. Though no blood was lost, their bodies and minds seemed completely catatonic, so Jason hooked them up to a standard drip of hormones, stem cells, and nutrients to speed recovery. He hadn't told Lily about it, but at the last moment he opted to graft on realistic fluffy dog tails, and ears, for added cuteness.
To be continued…
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Summary:
This one's a little dark. Jason has posted a video ad on the deepest corners of the internet, offering the opportunity to own a pet like his.
Chapter Text
A man sits in darkness, his face illuminated by the trio of bright computer monitors on his desk, wisps of cigarette smoke catching the light freely, thanks to the duct tape covering the room's smoke alarm. Agent Richards was a stoic man, one whom many thought did not possess a soul. The rigors of his line of work had a tendency to eat men from the inside out, with those having hearts succumbing first. His eyes were bloodshot, and the deep bags under his sunken eyes made him appear gaunt; an appearance not helped by the fact that he was the last one in the office at two am.
Most people are out the door the second the clock strikes five in the FBI department dealing with explicit content of minors online, but a strange video kept popping up that Richards couldn't stop thinking about. Most of the comments regarding the subject called it a fake, just some AI generated video, or some extremely detailed CGI renders… That is, the comments that weren't expressing their wishes to "own one for themselves", the sick fucks. Despite all his co workers agreeing with the commenters, dismissing the video as a fraud, Richards felt something far more disturbing was going on. Richards clicked play on the video one more time.
The video starts with a VHS style filter over a mid-nineties infomercial menu as the most generic slightly garbled late night commercial voice actor reads off "Now available for home delivery, the newest innovation in personal satisfaction from General Applied Genomics!" Richards had looked into it, no such company existed, and it seemed to be a gag by the video's producer. As the scene transitioned, the native resolution became crystal clear 8k. This specific file copy had cost the agent a couple hundred worth in coin, but the absurd resolution is what led him to believe it was real.
A man stands in the center of a sterile white room, the walls and floor were nearly indistinguishable, and the camera angle cut off just before the man's shoulders. The man whistles and calls out "Come here girl! Where are you?" Before a jingling sound can be heard and the action truly starts. What appears to be a toddler, a girl about one year old prances into frame. This poor child looks as if she's been surgically modified to become some sort of human dog hybrid.
The child is completely naked, clearly showing a difference in color between her limbs and her torso, forcing her to live on all fours like an animal. At the base of her spine, just above an ass that was proportioned better for a stripper than a baby; a fluffy tail stuck out behind her, wagging back and forth enthusiastically. Three pairs of engorged breasts, with skin stretched taut around the immense volume of milk inside, swayed to and fro beneath her, causing her to wince and moan every time one of her nipples brushed the presumably cold floor. Though not as clear from this angle, she also had the teaticles of a large beast dangling between her back legs.
When the child reached the man's feet, she jumped up like any dog excited to see its owner would. "Dadda! Dadda!" The dog girl giggled, pawing at the man's crotch. The man raised his hand high. "Get down Bitch!" The man commanded, backhanding the poor creature hard enough to send it toppling over. "Now sit!" He ordered. The whimpering child wobbled to her paws and padded back over to her assailant; she sat perfectly at attention, smiling and wagging her tail slightly, but tears could be seen dripping from her chin.
The video froze as the narrator cut in again. "Our incredibly durable products come pre trained, conforming with limitless client specific usage applications!" The voice bragged, before the video resumed.
The camera angle switched to the man's point of view. He began rattling off commands, and the child followed all of them perfectly, behavior that was likely enforced just like the earlier outburst. After "Lay Down, Roll Over, Play Dead, and Stand," he ordered her to beg. It was more obvious now than ever, just how thoroughly and irreparably this creature's humanity was revoked. She perched herself on her back paws and rump, with her knees apart.
From this angle, Agent Roberts could see it all. The child lolled her tongue out and pantomimed an exaggerated orgasm, holding her right paw up next to her mouth as if she were performing fellatio. Her breasts were unbelievable, her milk streaming out of all six nipples, covering the floor and the man's shoes. Between her legs was a truly massive canine penis, long enough to stay sandwiched between her bottom two rows of breasts.
"Good Girl." The man praised, before dropping his trousers and revealing his flaccid penis. The puppy girl yipped with excitement, bringing her mouth to his shaft, only to be bowled over with another backhand. "I didn't tell you to eat yet, Bitch." He spat, venomously. The girl pulled herself to her paws once again, sniffling and teary eyed, before resuming her begging position. Her damp red cheeks and quivering lips were soon obscured by the man's six inch erection in the foreground. "Now you may service your master." He barked at her. "Thank you Daddy!" She choked out, trying not to start sobbing, before burying shaft balls deep in her tiny mouth.
The way that little girl's throat stretched around her supposed father's cock looked, if not impossible, incredibly painful. As she tried to back off for air, the man grabbed the back of her head by the hair and pulled her even harder into his crotch. The camera angle changed to a close-up side view. The toddler's eyes slowly rolled further into the back of her head as she ran low on oxygen, and her stance became wobbly. Just as she reached the point of blacking out, her canine cock erupted with cum, climaxing from asphyxiation. As her body went limp, the man grabbed her by the neck, fucking her unconscious throat until her reached his own climax; then letting go, the puppy girl collapsing like a puppet with cut strings.
The narrator cut in one last time. "If you would like to purchase, we accept unmarked gold bullion and a variety of crypto. Don't try to contact us, we will find you!" Agent Robertson shook his head, reaching for a bottle of whiskey. "I don't know what's worse about this. That man existing, or that poor thing having to live like that. I pray my colleagues are right, and I'm just paranoid."
To be continued…