The Parents’ Visit

The cruise ship had made an unscheduled stop at a private island port for supplies. Dorothy received a message that morning and smiled in a way that made your tail tuck slightly.

“Guess what, Slutcunt? Your parents are coming to visit for a few hours while the ship is docked. They wanted to check on you.”

You whimpered nervously, tail wagging anxiously as she dressed you for the occasion — nothing but your pink collar, the “Neighborhood Breeding Bitch” tag, and a fresh plug with a big fluffy tail attachment.

When the doorbell rang that afternoon, you were already waiting in the living room on all fours, tongue lolling, drool dripping onto the floor.

Dorothy opened the door.

Your mother stepped in first, looking radiant in a flowing summer dress. Behind her was your father, looking tired and confused.

The moment they saw you — naked, branded, pierced, tail wagging, long tongue hanging out, cage dripping — both of them froze.

Your mother’s reaction was… not surprise.

She smiled.

“Oh, sweetheart… look at you,” she said softly, almost affectionately. “You’ve become such a pretty little bitch.”

Your father’s face went pale. “What the fuck is this?!”

Dorothy closed the door behind them, calm and regal as ever.

Your mother turned to your father with a sigh.

“Darling… I wasn’t going to tell you like this, but since you’re here…” She looked back at you with a fond expression. “I traded him. Months ago, actually.”

Your father stared at her in disbelief.

“Traded…?”

“Yes,” your mother said calmly. “Dorothy wanted a boy she could completely control after her messy divorce. And I… well, I wanted her sister, Elena.” She smiled dreamily. “Elena is incredible. We’ve been seeing each other behind your back for almost a year. The deal was simple: I give her my son for the summer… and she lets me have Elena whenever I want.”

She looked down at you again, eyes soft.

“You seem so much happier like this, honey. No more pretending to be a man. Just Mommy Dorothy’s perfect leaking bitch.”

Your father looked like he was going to be sick.

“You… you sold our son?!”

“Traded,” your mother corrected gently. “And look at him. He’s thriving.”

Dorothy stepped forward, one hand resting possessively on your head, fingers scratching behind your ears. Your tail wagged faster despite everything.

“He’s not your son anymore,” Dorothy said smoothly. “He’s Slutcunt. My dog. My pack bitch. My neighborhood breeding toy. And he’s never been better.”

To prove her point, Dorothy snapped her fingers.

You immediately crawled forward, pressed your face between her thighs, and started licking her cock obediently, drooling messily while your tail wagged.

Your mother watched with genuine warmth.

“He even understands the dogs now,” she told your father proudly. “Isn’t that sweet?”

Your father stumbled back, eyes wide with horror.

“I… I’m calling the police—”

Dorothy laughed softly.

“You won’t. Because deep down you know this is what he always was. Weak. Pathetic. Useless as a man.” She looked down at you lovingly as you continued licking. “And perfect as my bitch.”

Your mother walked over and crouched beside you. She gently stroked your back, right above your tail.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Mommy is very proud of the trade.”

She leaned in and whispered just loud enough for you to hear:

“Elena and I are going to have so much fun together… while you stay here and live as Dorothy’s dog for the rest of your life.”

Your tail wagged.

Your father stood frozen, completely broken.

Dorothy smiled at him.

“You can stay for dinner if you want. Slutcunt will eat under the table like always.”

She tugged your leash, pulling your face deeper between her thighs.

“Bark for your parents, Slutcunt.”

You looked up at them — eyes empty and happy — and barked obediently.

“Arf! Arf-arf!”

Your mother clapped softly.

Your father turned and walked out without another word.

Dorothy stroked your head gently.

“Good dog.”

Your tail wagged happily as fresh drool and pre-cum dripped onto the floor.

The visit was over.

Your old life was officially gone.

And you had never felt more at peace.