Growing Up

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This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events are fictional. If you think you might be one of these people, or claim that you wrote this story then think again. This is my imagination translated.

 

I would appreciate any reviews or helpful tips on my writing and this story. This is my first story and if I get a positive response I will continue writing and revising until it is something I can really be proud of. Right now it’s still basic but tell me what you think!

 

 

 

 

Growing Up

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

Zoey was a cute girl. At 5 foot 4 inches tall with dyed black hair (naturally light honey brown), pale skin, and a full C cup that developed before she was 13. Not too skinny with nice curves and a healthy padding of flesh on her bones. Being developed so early got her a lot of harassment at school, so she was fairly isolated from her peers. Being smarted than the vast majority of them didn't help much either. She quickly developed anti-social tendencies and turned to books for the challenge and entertainment she craved.

 

Her home life was often worse than the taunting and harassment at school. Her parents fought constantly and her only haven was her bedroom. She lived a very quiet secluded life until she turned 16. Zoey spent most days reading while sprawled on her bed surrounded by pillows. Often she would slip into sleep her book open across her chest; the characters dancing from page to dream.

 

From the time she was 8 she masturbated on a regular basis. Sometimes she would wake from a dream and find her hands down her pajama pants. The first hours of countless days were spent in the blissful dream clouded state drifting from orgasm to orgasm. She never thought of what she was doing as 'masturbation.' It seemed the most natural way to wake up and always left her with a warm distracted feeling for most of the day.

 

All the reading had not been lost on her...she craved the depravity of the stories she hid from her parents. She hid these stories not from fear of punishment but from shame. She desperately wanted to escape her life of poverty and burden. The only way to succeed in her mind was to develop into a beautiful and talented young woman - something she already was. She was shamed because the stories she liked most she knew her parents would have also liked. This unconscious connection between the naughtiness of the stories and the disgust and anger she held for her parents made for a confusing mix of repulsion and curiosity. Curiosity at something she deemed a window into her parent's souls, something she needed but would not admit to herself. Having long since declared her undying hatred for her parents because of their behavior she was virtually alone.

 

Zoey, the cute little loner, became a rabid devotee to the works of Sade. As she grew she went 'Goth' as many people said. It was just a stage...let her be creative....blah blah blah. They knew little about her and cared even less, except when they felt the need to assert control when she showed a bit too much happiness in her solitude. She read as many books as she could on the subjects of sex, drugs, torture, humiliation, vampirism, and life outside her room. The Satanic Bible became her code. Lustful open armed acceptance of the carnal pleasures of life became her creed as she entered puberty. With it came a consuming hatred for everyone around her.

 

One day during a particularly long and frustrating masturbation session she came back to an idea she had been unconsciously considering for some time. It was just after her 13th birthday and she had gotten a very special present. Her parents had taken her to the local pound and allowed her to pick a dog. She chose a huge red brindle Great Dane Mastiff mix. The dog easily outweighed Zoey by 20 pounds. The beasts’ shoulders came to her belly button and its head easily reached her shoulder. The dog's name was Boy and he was scheduled to be euthanized the next day. He was brought back to the shelter 7 times by the people who adopted him because of his amazing strength and energy. The dog had almost gone cage crazy with frustration. He was barely a year old and still had not filled out, his underweight form showing potential to top 160lbs.

 

At first sight of the dog Zoey was astonished and frightened. Boy was as friendly a dog as could be imagined but the force of his bounce off the cage door was amazing. When she heard his story she quickly convinced her parents to adopt him. It helped that they had bred and raised pit bulls before she was born, so they already had knowledge of these powerful gladiatorial breeds. The pound was so happy to be rid of the dog and at his chance for a loving home they didn't bother with paperwork or the normal neutering process in case the family might change their minds given time to think about it like all the others. Instead they sent him home 20 minutes later on a trail basis with instructions to call if there were any questions and instructions to bring him back if there were problems. Even if this new family wasn't going to keep Boy he might be loved and well fed for a few days before his demise, thought one office worker sadly as she watched Zoey and her parents leave. Boy nearly pulled Zoey's father to the ground on the way to the truck.

 

Her idea was one she had harbored since she first saw Boy. It terrified her and aroused her more than any thing she had ever imagined. She was in love with the magnificent brute that could eat his steel food pans and literally drag her all over the neighborhood without noticing in his exuberance. Hating all the people around her was a bad thing when it came to her desires. She had a hard time deciding if one could still hate and fuck a person. It didn't seem right to her - debasing somehow. She loved Boy though. She loved his well muscled frame, his huge wet kisses that covered her whole face in one pass, the short deep red and black coat that grew thick and soft with weeks of good food and brushing. He really was a beautiful animal.

 

So she decided that her first lover would be Boy. She would give her virginity to a beast instead of a hateful and stupid human being. On this day she lay in bed and nearly came at the thought. She slept till dark so as to be rested, and to avoid the long wait. She woke and showered well, paying close attention and primping like she was getting ready for a date, not a depraved act of bestiality with her dog. Once the street lamps came on she could bring Boy in and be alone. She had to wait longer for her parents to get to sleep and while she was waiting she laid a plan. Sneaking to the kitchen to get some peanut butter and to the bathroom for several old towels she made a large pile of pillows on the floor. Boy happily flopped down on them and watched her as she got to work.

 

She took a small rectangular end table about two and a half feet long and one foot wide and covered it with the towels. She duct taped the towels to the table to hold them in place, effectively padding the surface. She then got a length of rope from her stash for self bondage and quickly made loops secured to all four legs of the table. The table was tested to make sure it could hold her weight and the ropes were adjusted so that when the time came she could just slip her feet and hands into the loops and pull them tight. She taped a knife to the table leg for releasing herself later.

 

Here she paused to contemplate Boy's huge teeth, so far he had been nice but she had only known him for a few months and was somewhat frightened of the thought of him attacking her. Even a love bite on the neck from this dog would do serious damage. Zoey decided she didn't care; she was already wet and horny as hell. She had not allowed herself release for two days now, waiting today to make sure she was primed and in 'heat' for her lover. Her next steps were taken with caution though.

 

First she called Boy over to where she sat on the floor. She started scratching him and rubbing all over his body. He happily sat with tail gently swishing on the carpet the whole time, a big toothy grin on his face. Zoey spoke soft murmurs of love and appreciation like she always did, after all she really loved this dog, lover or not. Then she took the next step. As she thumped his sides and scratched his chest she slid one hand down to his furry sheath. She began to gently stroke it while closely watching Boy's reaction. In return for her caresses he reached out and licked her ear. Giggling Zoey continued to stroke and was rewarded after only a few seconds when the pink tip of his penis poked through. Zoey was amazed by what she felt as she stroked. Being such a huge dog his sheath matched his size at over 9 inches long from balls to tip.

 

Boy stood up so that Zoey had better access. She reached back and felt his ping pong sized balls, gently fondling them and stroking his sheath. Finally she moved her other hand to help her and to her amazement found herself slowly masturbating a dog. He started to hump into her hand and now that she was sure things would work out she stopped to finish her preparations.

 

Zoey put The Downward Spiral by Nine Inch Nails on repeat and turned it up loud enough so that any sounds would be drowned out by the heavy music. Not only that but she had always wanted to lose her virginity while listening to Trent Reznor, her favorite singer and one of the few people she didn't hate. Giggling to her self she hung a blanket over her door to further drown out noises, double checking it was locked. She lit some incense and tossed a pillow on the table. All the while Boy was following her with his eyes and making small whining sounds, his pink tip still exposed.

 

Grabbing the peanut butter, Zoey was ready to get down to business. She slowly stripped three feet in front of the dog, stopping to fondle her breasts and run her hands down her ass. With a wiggle and a shake she was naked, having worn no underwear. Her dance was an obviously inexperienced attempt at a burlesque. Boy didn't mind, in fact he seemed to adore the attention she had on him as his tail kept swishing and his dick poked out another inch. Encouraged Zoey slid her hand down between her legs and felt how sopping wet she was. Taking time to brush past her clit and make a circle around her inner lips. The hand was offered to Boy who daintily sniffed and then eagerly licked all the juice off. Zoey refreshed the hand several times and Boy started to get excited, finally standing and following the hand back to the source. He stooped and tentatively licked the hairless mound of sex in front of him. Finally Boy pushed his wide muzzle between her legs and snuffling against her sex. Zoey leaned back against her bed and opened her legs to allow Boy better access.

 

Boy's first good lick ran from the girls’ asshole up to her stomach and she gasped as the tongue pushed apart her lips and ran across her clit. Her already blood engorged and frothing pussy couldn't take any more and she came, quick and hard before he had completed his second pass. Zoey dropped the peanut butter without a thought and bent down to hug and kiss the beautiful dog. He responded by raising a paw and trying to mount her. Everything was progressing so well she forgot her original plan and walked over to the table. Positioning the pillow under where her hips would be she slid her feet into the bondage ropes and knelt. Pulling the ropes over her calves and up to her thighs so they were spread wide and tightly held against the cool wooden legs of the table. Boy followed crowding her and pawing at her back. Zoey was in a lustful haze as she tightened the ropes. Her first orgasm barely ended with plenty of energy for the next.

 

Lying across the table, with some minor adjustments Zoey's hips were now raised chest high to Boy. Her pussy and ass were wide open and vulnerable. She thrust her hands into the ropes and pulled just as Boy landed heavily on her back. She felt his paws wrap around her ribcage to the sides of her smashed breasts. Her nipples rubbed against the rough towel as he slammed his hips into her, trying to find purchase for his now fully extended 10 inch cock. On the third thrust he hit home. Zoey saw stars when she felt him enter her virgin hole the first few inches. She almost cried out in pain as his second quick thrust broke her hymen and drove into her. Boy set up a quick tempo fucking in and out as hard as he could. Soon Zoey felt the fur on his sheath and his balls slapping her pussy lips. She was moaning constantly but unable to speak for the sheer pleasure of it all. Caught in a repetitive string of breathless "oh...oh...oh...oh's'' that she didn't even notice. Her body was on fire and she ceased to exist as Zoey. She was being fucked the first time in her life - boy was she being fucked.

 

Zoey strained at her bonds, pulling at the ropes until they hurt. The pain added to the pleasure and none of it separable. Barely a minute into this her first orgasm hit and they kept cuming. Never in her life had she thought it possible to lose control so completely and cum so many times. Boy was vigorously thrusting into her, his cock growing with each stroke. Zoey could feel the pressure of his enormous knot as it expanded just in front of her g spot. His tip hit her cervix with every thrust pushing her open and she wished he would keep growing and fuck up into her mouth. He felt huge and it hurt but it felt so good that she was in frenzy. Desperately trying to push back and meet his thrusts so he could get deeper. As his knot got bigger and bigger Zoey had even harder orgasms, if that was even possible. She could feel what must have been a water melon but was closer to a baseball moving an inch or two back and forth three inches inside her. Again and again Boy thrust as hard as he could into his bitch, and finally he grew as big as he was going to get and started cumming himself. With a vicious thrust he lifted his head and snapped at the air in silent ecstasy. Zoey felt the tip of his pointed cock actually enter her cervix and she started to spasm wildly along with him, writhing against his weight with the powerful jets of cum as they spurted deep inside her. She felt him twitching and his now disorganized wild thrusting slowed. She came again when he tried to pull back slightly in an attempt to dismount. He decided to collapse after a few pleasant struggles and as she regained near normal thought she felt him inside of her still spurting and his drool cooling on her back. Slime leaked down her thighs and matted the fur on his belly and legs. Her arms and legs ached with rope burns and her pussy ached with desire. She wished the wild fucking could go on forever.

 

Such was Zoeys’ initiation to womanhood. The secret of her love (and the frequent pleasures it gave her) kept her happy and preoccupied for the next two years. Boy grew more obedient and calm as he matured under Zoey’s loving direction. She was truly content with her life.

 

Going into high school was a huge step. Zoey felt she was almost an adult, and more than ready to make the most of her experience. Adulthood meant freedom, and high school was clearly a new start. In celebration Zoey decided she wanted her septum pierced. Her parents would never have allowed it so the day after her 16^th birthday, the night after the first day of high school; Zoey took an upholstery needle and pierced her nose. She chose to wear a captive bead ring straightened to a U shape that she could push up her nostrils to hide it. Websites had claimed it the most painful piercing but it barely brought tears to her eyes.

 

She was a striking sight that turned every head as she walked into school the next morning. Dressed head to toe in black wearing knee high lace up combat boots, torn and layered fishnet thigh high stockings, a tight NIN t-shirt, bondage collar, short pleated schoolgirl skirt, waist length black hair loose over her back, and new piercing prominently displayed. When the day was over she had spoken with more people than in the past 6 months combined and gotten the attention of so many cute boys she was emotionally exhausted.

 

Thankfully the next day was Saturday and she had the weekend to think over her first week. She still hated people with a passion, especially since many of the boys that spoke to her were the ones that had previously teased her.

 

To be continued….