My guess was only half right!

If a woman hires from a half-baked futanari detective agency to solve the mystery of her two puppies who've escaped through her back door into a tiny enclosure, you can bet pretty safely that she's got one thing on her mind: the dick. I couldn't exactly follow her line of sight, given how her eyes were always squeezed shut into a beaming smile, but she'd made her intentions pretty obvious. I wanted to protest, but honestly, she'd kind of rubbed my penis all over herself by now anyway in the process of soaping us both up. I didn't see what she could to my penis now that was any less appropriate, so I just lowered my eyebrows and answered her: "my dick."

"It does need some attention, doesn't it?" Ms. Doggett cooed in response, clasping her hands together at her breasts with an excited smile. "Please, stand up and find something sturdy to hold onto. I'll take care of that stiffy in a jiffy!"

I asked her: does it really make sense to do it this way-- with my dick facing towards her-- when she just got through bathing?

"That makes it the ideal time! If I get dirty, I'll just scrub it down. Though, I'm not licking up shampoo! We can do that some other time."

"Ms. Doggett, I don't think there's going to be a-" was all I managed, before I found myself biting back my own voice to prevent squealing out. The woman had suddenly engulfed my penis with her bosom; the size of those breasts compared to my own penis was utterly incompatible. I found myself completely lost in her cleavage, as she began to push her breasts up and down against my groin while smiling up into my face. As for something sturdy, the best thing I could find was Olivia herself; I clasped one hand to each of her shoulders as she continued, moving her chest up and down in a steady, quick pattern, lubricated by the soap so she simply slipped up and down my skin. It actually felt a bit silly; we were sliding together so much that I found myself struggling not to lose my footing and simply fall out the bath. Once she realized that, Ms. Doggett adjusted her grip, letting her boobs do the work on their own and wrapping her arms around each of my legs, with the palms settled upon my butt.

This feeling of her doing all of the work was a little intoxicating... I actually felt a bit like I'd become her pet. I could try to struggle out of the "bath" if I wanted to, but I was getting it one way or another. The most I could have done was scratch my captor and make a nuisance of myself.

"Oh, Ms. Hojo... All of these soap suds are making this a little silly. Your stiffness isn't quite where it needs to be to cum, is it?" Doggett questioned, looking down at the cleft between her boobs, as if trying to see the head of my penis inside of it. It was impossible to think that she could; my balls and shaft were both completely engulfed by her flesh, imperceptible to either of us.

I told her dryly, through jerking breaths, that I was pretty sure I was getting there. It would be impossible not to, with the pressure applied each time her breasts made a downward motion, pushing down with tremendous gravity against my poor, twitching cock.

"Don't worry! I know a way to help. There's another part of you that could use some cleaning too, isn't there?" she grinned for a moment, while squeezing my butt-cheeks and pulling them in either direction. It was a completely unusual sensation to me and I found myself shuddering with embarrassment. It wasn't the strangest sensation I'd feel before bathtime was over, however; that was when she released one cheek and began to push against my asshole with one finger.

As previously mentioned, I identify as a woman, despite my futa parts and my lack of a vagina. As such, I consider my butt my "point of entry." I'd never put anything in there up to this point, preferring to masturbate with my dick when necessary. The experience of suddenly having another woman's fingers in there was completely unexpected; I found myself leaning forward so that my meager breasts were pressed against Doggett's head, which I now cradled in both arms for stability as her finger pushed deeper into my unexplored hole. I can't tell you now what sound I was making as she spelunked inside my butt-hole, but I can tell you this: it was surely embarrassing.

"There, there, Ms. Hojo... there's no need to be ashamed! You can feel yourself getting much harder now, right? I'd imagine you couldn't get it back down by yourself now if you tried! It'll be over in a moment," Olivia encouraged me in a voice as though she were a doting mother, rather than a fearsome woman who'd just decided to give me an impromptu single-finger prostate exam.

I decided if she was going to be that way, I wouldn't be ashamed! While she giggled, I suddenly erupted, shooting strings of semen from my hidden cock. I wasn't thinking about it at the time, but thinking back now, I realize how embarrassed I was that the stuff didn't even show from the top exit point of Doggett's cleavage; that prompted my to try harder. I clutched my arms tightly around the woman's head and pumped my hips, shooting more and more until it began to peak out through the cleft and hit onto her chin, just below her waiting lips. As a futanari with enhanced semen production, I had ample ammunition to try, but I never quite made it up to her mouth. Instead, it just pooled atop her massive bosom and dripped down from the soft curve of her chin.

Once I felt myself used up, panting hard with Doggett's head cradled in my arms, I allowed her to gently pull herself free from me. She stood up from the tub with a big, satisfied smile. "You tried extra hard today, Ms. Hojo! I appreciate that. You're going to get a glowing first customer review! I hope you enjoyed yourself?" she asked, while toweling off the combination of suds and cum from her chin to her chest.

I shook my head "no" vigorously, but she just kept grinning and giggling. It feels a bit ridiculous to write, but I actually did feel comforted to know I'd be getting a good review. It was a "not the size of the dog in the fight, but the fight in the dog" moment for me, I suppose. I'd never really been praised on a sexual desirability level before, so even if I'd just been essentially kidnapped to a woman's basement and then had my dick milked while my butt was probed, on some level, I felt excited to hear that she was enthusiastic about it.

... Though, if it was Genkei doing this, I'd have fought tooth and nail and probably bitten him before letting him have his way with me. It may be a bit shallow to admit, but the outward hotness of this single pet-store owner had helped me along in terms of forgiving her predatory behavior.

"I'm always running up my ODD bill, Ms. Hojo. I'll name drop you again next time! You're such a cute puppy and I can tell you're not yet 'fully domesticated.' There's a lot more we can do, in that regard," she encouraged/threatened me, opening her gray-blue eyes for just a moment in a sinister expression, while keeping her hands clapped cutely at her chest with the towel draped over her forearms.

I tried to push that thought out of my mind as I toweled myself off.

Redressed into my own clothes afterward, with no trace of the dark, doggy deeds I'd just performed, I left the Sweet Puppies pet store as a human, with a significant paycheck waiting for me and plenty of daylight left to enjoy the day... If only I could push from my mind the bizarre knowledge I'd just collected.

Was this my life from now on? Was I really going to come back to ODD after this kind of experience? Furthermore, would I answer Doggett's call, if she requested me from the agency again?

Perhaps I ought to withdraw while I still self-identified as a human, rather than one of Olivia Doggett's pets...