The New Normal

Six months had passed since your parents’ visit.

Your old life was no longer a distant memory — it simply didn’t exist anymore.

You were fully Slutcunt now.

Every morning began the same way:

You woke up in the large dog bed at the foot of Dorothy’s bed, curled between the black Lab and the Rottweiler. Your fluffy champagne-blonde tail would start wagging the moment you heard Dorothy stir. You’d crawl up onto the bed, tongue lolling, drooling happily, and greet her by licking her cock and balls until she was hard.

She would fuck your face or breed your ass while you barked and whimpered like a good dog.

Then came breakfast.

You ate under the table — fresh from her ass, always warm, always messy — while your tail wagged and your cage leaked onto the floor.

Daily Life

Dorothy had fully embraced her role as Alpha.

She took you on walks through the neighborhood almost every day. You were a well-known sight now: the naked, collared, tail-wagging bitch with “Neighborhood Breeding Bitch” on your tag. People greeted you by name.

“Morning, Slutcunt!”

“Good girl today?”

Some would stop Dorothy and ask if they could let their dog use you. She almost always said yes.

The public dog park had become your second home. You were bred there multiple times a week — sometimes by ten or more dogs in one afternoon while people watched, recorded, and cheered. Your hole was almost permanently loose and leaking now.

At home, the pack dynamic was clear:

Mommy was Alpha.

The two dogs were your pack brothers.

You were the lowest — the breeding bitch, the toilet, the toy.

You no longer tried to speak human words. Only barks, whines, and happy yips came out of your mouth. Your long tongue made anything else impossible anyway.

One Evening in Late Autumn

Dorothy was hosting a small gathering — her sister Elena and your mother had come over for dinner.

You were serving as the entertainment.

You crawled around the dining table on all fours while the three women ate and chatted. Your tail wagged constantly. Drool poured from your tongue onto the floor. Fresh cum from the dogs (who had used you right before dinner) leaked down your thighs.

Your mother smiled warmly when she saw you.

“She’s gotten even more dog-like,” she said proudly. “Look at that tail wag. You really broke him completely, Dorothy.”

Dorothy reached down and scratched behind your ears.

“She was never a ‘him.’ She was always meant to be my Slutcunt.”

Elena — a taller, darker-haired futa with an even thicker cock than Dorothy’s — reached under the table and tugged on your cage.

“Such a tiny, useless thing,” she laughed. “Does it ever get hard anymore?”

“Only when she’s being bred,” Dorothy replied. “And even then it just leaks pathetically.”

They all laughed.

Later that night, after dinner, they used you together.

Your mother held your leash while Elena fucked your throat.

Dorothy bred your ass.

The two dogs took turns when the women were finished.

You barked and whimpered happily the entire time — completely lost in dog bliss.

When they were done, you curled up on the floor at Dorothy’s feet, covered in cum, tongue hanging out, tail wagging slowly as you drifted off to sleep.

Dorothy gently stroked your head and whispered:

“You’re exactly where you belong, Slutcunt.”

Your tail gave one last happy wag.

The summer had ended long ago.

But your new life — as Mommy’s perfect, drooling, leaking, neighborhood breeding bitch — would never end.