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A Zoo... for You.

Novel By: Spyguy
Erotica



Because I've included much of this story in the comments section, you'll miss much of what the story is about if you don't read the chapter summaries for each chapter...

Menagerie of a zoo...

(A summary at the start of each chapter...) View table of contents...


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Submitted:Dec 11, 2013    Reads: 287    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


Eight arms gently caressing her skin, lovingly supporting her naked body in a sweet lover's embrace... Warm water filling every little crevice, soothing, relaxing, encouraging in a strangely provocative way... This was a dream... It had to be a twisted, wierd, marvelously, animated dream... Didn't it? Honey had never heard of a sexy octopus before in her whole life... (Of course she had spent all of her life on a farm, in the middle of Arkansas... Not anywhere in which one was likely to find Sea life at all, let alone a creature such as an eight legged octopus)... What could this dream mean? Her brain struggled to analyze what it didn't have the capacity to really understand... In the only experiance she had had with an octopus, she'd been scared stiff... It was in the movie "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea"... There the octopus had threatened to tear apart the whole submarine... Yet, here she was fantasizing about one of those monsters giving her pleasure... Ridiculous... She had to be drunk or something...

"Honey...", it was as though coming from a fog way out to sea... "HONEY, love of my life, center of my fantasies, holder of all of my heart... HONEY, my dear sweet friend..." I felt a gentle slap on m' cheek... "Honey can you hear me sweet little one? I know it's hard to do, but I need you to come back to reality, to here & now... HONEY..."

Slowly ah open'd up m' eyes 'nd realiz'd that m' Ed wuz a'speakin' ta me. An' you cain't help but t' love those deep loving eyes...

"Are you awake yet dear?" He ask'd me yet again... "You were beginning to worry me... Please don't scare me so... What in the world were you dreaming about my dear? You were moaning as though you were in pain, yet you had a look on your face pure and happy, as though you were the recipient of great & abiding pleasure... Did it include me perhaps? I sure hope so, it'd make my life completely, & rewrite my future..." This 'e tol' me with a twinkle in 'is eye, & a wink that sent a jolt to m' tummy, n' a light-headedness t' m' temples, that had me blushin' to m' tippytoes...

"The treatment's over, Dr. has diagnosed that you're lactating as though you were a pregnant mother... Since nobody knows the exact cause of why this happens as a result of the treatments you are recieving, we're just going to have to help you learn how to pump your own milk out to keep your body from hurting itself permanently since you're breasts are producing so much milk that it would be dangerous for you to let it stay there..." Fer some reason this made me blush even more, which Ed saw, & all gentle-like 'e patted m' arm &'e said: "The bad news for you is that you'll have to begin coming in for your visits twice per day, for an hour each time & so you'll have to program that into your schedule from now on until we figure this all out... Of course that's good news for me, since all that means is that I'll get to see you more often & spend more time around you..."

He said this with a purdy smile that lit up 'is face... How could I ev'r be angry at 'im a sayin' sumpin' like that? "Dr. Tom says that since this will be your first time on the pump, & it takes a little bit of getting used to, in order to learn how to use it, he wants me to walk you home, instruct you on how to use the pump so that you don't hurt yourself, & also so that you'll know how to properly store the milk. Of course we need you to bring it back to us daily so that we can test it to try to help you get the treatment that you need to recover from this strange condition that you have... You'll have to use the pump on yourself at about 2:00 in the morning every night since you would be either sleeping, or getting ready to do so... (Unless you want some help with it?)" He said winking, then continued; "(I should be so lucky)...You'll come here at 10:00am & at 6:00 pm, & those three times will become your daily routine until we get this under control... At 6:00 am, 2:00pm & at 10:00pm, you'll still need to continue to massage the ointment we gave you into your breasts, using the same proceedure as before, making sure that you don't forget your nipples, they're even more important now than ever before, & call me at this phone # or here at the clinic at any time if you need anything. But please don't tell Dr. Tom that I gave you this number..." He whisper'd as 'e placed a bus'ness card with 'is phone # written on it into m' hand...

"Now", 'e said, "Let's get you home..." Placin' 'is hand on mine, 'e help'd me up out o' m' seat, an' we wer' on th' way... An' Ed walk'd along-side me like a tom cat a protectin' a canary... I wuz a kinda' feelin' a bit scar'd o' what wuz a comin' but yet, down there below m' tummy I wuz a bit wet in m' panties 'bout what 'e said b'for 'bout teachin' me t' use the pump... I almos' wuz a wishin' that he'd teach me a diff'rent kinda' pumpin'...

It only took us a few min'ts 't get t' m' hous' an' I wuz so wet a think'n 'bout what wuz a com'n that ah coul' hardly wait...

"Now there's really only one way for me to properly teach you this my dear... I'm going to need you to... Um, uh... I need you t' to take umm... You know, I mean it won't work trying to teach you with your uh... I mean with..." 'e point'd t' m' blouse... An' then 'e blush'd a purty shad' o' pink... Oh yes, ah said as ah took off m' shirt & m' brazire, an' then car'fully cross'd m' arms ov'r m' chest 'n sat on m' reclin'r, leanin' back, & handin' 'im the bag we'd brought home sos' that 'e c'uld pull th' pump out 'o th' bag... It had a soft, large cone shap'd rubb'r thin' on top, with a tube attach'd sos' that when it suck'd it could make th' milk go down in t' a deep kin' o' dish... 'e wuz real gentl' lik' w' me an' show'd me all I need'd t' know sos' t' fill up th' dish real gud'... I wuz just start'in t' enjoy th' fealin', an' ah wuz 'bout t' ask 'im why 'is pants wuz a growin' s' much, when 'e up n' said: "... I need to use the bathroom my sweet... I... I have... something I... need to take care of..." An' as ah point'd th' way t' the bathroom, 'e ran awkward'ly t' th' bathroom, an' then I thought I heard som' real funny noises from th' bathroom, an' e' didn't come out for almos' 15 minits an' then e' wuz a sweatin' like a pig... I ask'd 'im if ev'rythin' wuz ok, an 'e jus' came over, hugg'd me n' said 'e want'd t' hold me s' bad 'e could die... Then 'e ask'd if I'd go w' 'im t' th' store... Aft'r puttin' back on th' shirt, we start'd off...

As we walk'd 'e tol' me 'e wuz a song writ'r an that 'e had an idea fer a new song which 'e said wuz inspir'd by littl' ol' me... Well, I'll tell ya', I wuz tickl'd pink... These wer' th' song's words:

"Of all the little girls, she's got some pretty curls... I see her moving with her little swirls, I start to thinking & then my head just whirls... I wonder if she's taken, & it just leaves me shaken, my temperature's a' baking, & all my body's quaking... I hate being forward, I've got to show respect, but if I don't say something I'm gonna be a wreck, they all watch her walking & they all turn their neck, I just want to beat them sillyer than heck... I'm not sure how I will get it done, I so need her, we're gonna make a son, I'll keep her forever & you had better run, 'cause if you don't brother I'll just grab my gun... How I wish that I had Honey girl, oh how I wish that I had Honey girl... Where can I find a woman like that? When she starts a' dripping I want to swing my bat... Where can I find a woman like that? She's so angelic just like a guilded cat... Where can I find a woman like that, like Honey girl...? Where can I find my little Honey girl?"

Now, ah ask ya' seriously... How can an'body have 'er own song written fer 'er & not love the guy what wrote it? I thought 't wuz jus' s' special it mad' me cry... Then aft'r that he went down on one knee & propos'd t' me... Says 'e 's got t' hav' me fer 'is wife, & if 'n I ain't willin' e'll jus' up an' die... I wuz flabb'rgast'd... It wuz s' un'spect'd lik' I didn't know what t' say...

What do you say my little "Honey's"? Should we see them get hitched? Should we see tragedy for them? Should we have a jealous Doctor in the picture? Should it all fit into Doctor Tom's "Master Plan? What do you think of this? Want more story?





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