And Butchie Makes Three - starring Tom and Geri by Augie Doggie There's always gotta be a bulldog in these cartoons, right? Geri woke up slowly, a warm and cuddly feeling all through her. She opened her eyes and let her gaze rest on Tom, his gorgeous gray-furred head resting in the chasm between her massive breasts, the smile curling under his whiskers exactly like the smile she knew she'd been wearing since yesterday. Yesterday. A joyous shudder rippled through her: carrying Tom home; setting him gently on his cushion; the worshipful look on his face as she stepped back and flexed her new muscles for him, puffing out her chest so her breasts seemed to swell even larger; his glorious pink penis pulsing up; and then...then... All night. Sex like she'd never even fantasized it. And with _him_, too, the cat she'd had a crush on ever since she'd first crept into this house, a little brown nobody of a mouse. But an inadvertent soaking in the strange chemicals of the building being torn down across the street, and... She brought one arm up, her forearm thicker than Tom's leg, her biceps bulging and solid, and stroked the sweet fur beneath his ear. He stirred against her, his eyes sliding open, and Geri lost herself in their perfect depths, his smile broadening. "You know," he said, his voice wonderful and drowsy, "the word 'muscle' comes from the Latin word for mouse." He reached a paw up and began caressing the fur over her biceps. "I'd never understood why till now." She laughed. "You've obviously studied this subject," she said, loving the deep rumbling of her own voice. He rolled till she could feel his cock pressing her rock-hard abs. "Not as deeply as I'd like," he said. "I've been waiting for the perfect study partner." "Oh, Tom..." Geri stroked one big paw down his back to his tail and cupped his ass. "This is everything I've ever wanted, right here and right now." Sighing, he slid up between her breasts and kissed her, his paws reaching around to scratch at the base of her ears, and Geri felt like she was floating, a tingling spreading all through her. Tom moved, seemed to be getting bigger, to be expanding in her arms, getting heavier and heavier on top of her, the folds of his cushion closing up around her and-- "Hey!" she heard him shout, and she opened her eyes, saw the cushion _was_ closing in around her, a warm darkness suddenly above her. "Geri? Where--?" "Tom!" she cried out, unsure what was happening, where she was, what-- The darkness moved, became Tom's chest, pulled away till she could see his face, his brow wrinkled, his eyes blinking in confusion, and she realized it just as he said, "You shrunk." "I...I..." She looked down at herself, her _normal_ self, nothing but the same little nobody she'd always been. "Where did I go?" she asked, the words horrible and squeaking now, and looking up at him, she suddenly realized that it must be-- "The chemicals! They must've...must've worn off!" Spinning, she leaped onto the floor and dashed for the front door. She'd just have to get back into the basement over there and dose herself up again. At the front door, though, she had to stop, the doorknob high and out of her reach. Panic tightened her stomach; she didn't want to be like this, didn't want to be a nobody, didn't want Tom to hate her again, didn't want-- A swish of fur behind her, and she turned to see Tom there. A little smile at his whiskers, he reached up, turned the doorknob, pulled the door open. "I'd kinda like to see you change this time," he said. For a second, she could only blink at him; the last time she'd been this small and he'd been that big, he'd been trying to kill her. "You...you mean..." She swallowed. "You want to help me?" Still smiling, he bent down and touched his lips to the top of her head. "If it means more nights like last night, you better believe it." Her heart pounded. He wanted her! He really wanted her! Unable to stop grinning, she scampered out the front door-- And stopped dead, her grin falling so fast, she felt her chin smack the porch. Two big black vans were parked in front of the building site across the street, all with the words "Hazardous Waste Clean-Up and Disposal" stenciled over their sides. A bunch of humans in full-body suits, tanks of air strapped to their backs, helmets like bubbles over their heads, were hauling white plastic drums out of the basement and loading them into the larger van. Geri rushed down the front walk, stared out through the gate. "Jeez," she heard one of the humans say, his voice all buzzing like he was talking over a radio. "Twenty years I been doing this job, and I ain't never seen more toxic chemicals in one place. Whaddaya s'pose they were doing down there?" Another human was checking things off on a clipboard. "Beats the hell outta me." He jerked his pen toward the truck, the workers hefting the last of the drums inside. "We got every drop of it, though, so let's get outta here." They slammed the doors shut, piled into the other van, and before Geri could even squeak, they were pulling away. Taking all the chemicals with them... "No," she finally got out. "They...they...they can't..." Her throat closed with a sob and she felt tears welling up; eyes on the van, she leaped forward-- But a paw almost as big as her whole body caught her up. "Whoa, sweetie, whoa!" The paw whipped her through the air, Tom's face and gorgeous eyes suddenly right in front of her. "You run out there, they'll just squash you flat!" "But they're taking it!" She struggled in his grip. "They're taking it and we don't know where and I'll never be big again and you'll hate me again and--" "Hey, hey, hey!" His other paw came up, and she felt him dab gently at the tears in her check fur. "No more of that. We gotta think, Geri." She blinked to clear her eyes, saw he was looking out at the street. "They'll probably take the stuff downtown. I used to hang around down there when I was a stray and-- Urk!" A dark gray paw had appeared around Tom's neck, squeezing him so tight, his eyes bulged out like balloons. "Oppressor!" a rough voice shrieked, and Geri followed the paw back along a muscular arm to the frown of Butchie the bulldog, her crew cut bristling. "When're you gonna learn that no means no? Now, drop her!" Tom's paw flailed open, and Geri found herself falling; she swung around in the air and dropped to the grass on all fours. "Males!" Butchie was going on, lifting Tom by the neck and shaking him so he rattled like a can of spray paint. "They're all alike, aren't they, sister? Only want one thing, and when you try to tell them no--" "No!" Geri scrambled forward and stared up, up, up past Butchie's heavy thighs, her thick waist, her broad chest and small breasts to her angry face. "He wasn't bothering me, Butchie, I swear! We were--" The bulldog clicked her tongue. "You don't gotta pretend anymore, sister; he can't hurt you now. In fact,..." Her eyes narrowed. "The humans should've had him neutered when they took him in." A smile pulled at her jowls. "Guess I can do it for 'em, seeing as how they're not here..." She slung Tom over her shoulder, the cat suddenly as boneless as a sack of flour, and stumped off for the side of the house. "No!" Geri shouted again, running full-tilt after the dog. "Butchie! You don't understand!" "Leave this to me, sister." Butchie's stride took her down the side yard faster than Geri could run. "I seen how this asshole treats you. But after I gets through with him, you won't hafta worry about nothing no more." And she disappeared around the back of the house. Breath coming so fast and hard she couldn't manage to yell, Geri scampered like she'd never scampered before, but it was still at least a full minute before she came around into the back yard to a sight that made her eyes blow up as big as dinner plates. Tom lay spread-eagled on his back over the humans' picnic table, Butchie tying him down wrists and ankles with part of the clothesline. "You males never learn," she was muttering, cinching the clothesline so tight around Tom's arms that Geri could see the creases in his fur. "Always sticking them goddamn pricks where they don't belong." She flicked a claw into Tom's balls and smiled at his yowl, a sound as horrible as claws on slate to Geri. "You got nothing down there I can't get better from any poodle bitch's sweet tongue or my own paw, y'know?" Butchie reached down and ran a stubby finger around the lips of her cunt, her smile growing. "I gotta admit, though, it's kind of a turn on, seeing you all tied up and helpless...." "Butchie..." Tom's voice trembled. "Look, I...I know we've never really seen eye to eye on most things, but--" Butchie's chin jutting, she grabbed Tom's snout and squeezed it till his tongue popped out with a ka-ching like a cash register. "You wanna flap that tongue, asshole?" She jumped onto the table, landed heavily with her knees on either side of his head. "Then flap it where it'll do some good." And she jammed Tom's face into her crotch, his over-extended tongue squishing into her cunt. Her eyes went wide. "Oh, yeah!" she barked. "Like fuckin' sandpaper!" She clenched a big fist and pounded the picnic table, her biceps bulging, her other paw shoving Tom's whole head into her cunt, her juices dripping from his ears when she popped him back out. Geri tried to scream, but she was still out of breath from running; all she could do was stagger forward, her eyes locked on Butchie's gritted teeth, her thrusting pelvis, the in-and-out of Tom's head sounding like the splorshing of a plunger to Geri's horrified ears. Then spasms rippled across Butchie's prominent stomach muscles, the dog throwing back her head and howling, Tom sunk up to his shoulders in her cunt. It seemed like Butchie held him in there forever, her whole body twitching with her orgasm, while Geri pushed herself across the lawn, her heart pounding tight as a fist in her chest. But at last Butchie gave a groan and wrenched Tom from her cunt, his eyes now only 'x's, his tongue lolling about a foot and a half out of his slack lips. "God!" Butchie shouted, dropping Tom's head with a thunk onto the picnic table. "You and me're gonna hafta do some more of that!" She jumped to the ground, reached down, and all Geri's fur spiked out when the dog straightened up with a chain saw in her paws. "First, though, we gotta fix you up." She pulled the cord, the chain saw roaring to life. "Get ridda that damn prick, and you'll be just fine!" "No!" Geri yelled, leaping forward, the tightness in her chest exploding outward with a force that made her fur feel like it had burst into flames. The fire filled her, though, rushed to every corner of her body, her legs coursing with new strength, calves and thighs growing, thickening, lengthening, her foot claws digging into the grass like cleats. She pushed off, wind brushing her whiskers, Butchie springing into tight focus, and Geri reached out, her paw and arm bulging as she reached for the bulldog's wrist, grabbed it, her fingers closing hard and solid and reaching all the way around, the forearm attached to Geri's paw now bigger than Butchie's thick neck. Butchie's head snapped around, her eyes now level with Geri's huge breasts, and Geri couldn't stop a grin as the bulldog's lower jaw crashed to the ground, her eyes slowly moving up from Geri's breasts to her broad shoulders to her face. A squeeze, and Geri felt the bones of Butchie's wrist squish, as soft as string cheese suddenly; Butchie yelped over the grinding of the chain saw and dropped it, the horrible thing hitting the ground and jamming into silence. Geri held the bulldog's arm another moment, Butchie's eyes going wider and wider. Then with one easy movement, Geri let go, flexed her once again massive biceps, whapped her other paw against the side of Butchie's head, and knocked the bulldog sailing fifteen feet across the yard to slam into the back wall of the house with a force that shook the ground and flattened Butchie like a paper cut-out. Whirling then to Tom, still tied down on the picnic table, Geri snapped the clothesline with a flick of one talon-like claw and picked the cat up, cradled him against her giant breasts and stroked his cheek fur. "Tom! Speak to me!" He coughed, his eyes flickered, his eyelids rolling open, and a smile curled his whiskers. "You're back..." he whispered, his poor cracking voice the most wonderful thing Geri had ever heard. Tears welled in Geri's eyes. "You OK?" "I am now." He closed his eyes and snuggled into her breasts. She couldn't help smiling, arousal tickling between her legs: he was just so gorgeous! But a sound across the yard pulled her attention away from him: Butchie sitting up, stars still swirling around her crew cut, a sight that made a solid lump of rage tighten in Geri's stomach. "Excuse me a minute," she said to Tom, and the growl in her voice, deep and resonant again, would've scared her if she'd heard it from anyone else: the first time she'd ever growled, she realized, and, God, it felt good! Tom's eyes popped open. "Geri?" "Don't worry; I'll be right back." She set him down gently on the picnic table's bench, fixed her glare on Butchie, and smashed her fist into her open paw so loud, birds screamed and took off from trees all around the back yard. Butchie's jaw dropped into her lap again, each of her teeth screaming and sucking themselves back into her gums. One step Geri took toward the bulldog, her fist bunching up, the muscles in her arm bursting against her fur...but a paw on her big shoulder stopped her, made her look back, Tom blinking up at her. "Wait a minute," he said. "What?" Geri covered his paw with hers. "Tom, after what she did to you, I'm gonna split her like a wishbone." She snapped her gaze back to Butchie. "You hear that, bitch? I'm gonna pick you up by the ankles and pull till you--!" "No." Tom's voice was quiet. "As much as I'd like to see that, you might wanna think about--" "It's OK, Tom." Geri nodded and patted Tom's paw; she could still smell the fear jittering up from his fur. "She won't hurt you anymore." Fixing on Butchie's terrified eyes, she let herself growl again. "Not when I get done with her." "Huh." He put his other paw on her shoulder, started that wonderful caressing massage that she'd so enjoyed last night. "That's just what Butchie said, isn't it? She didn't listen when you asked her not to hurt me. Now _you're_ not listening when I ask you not to hurt _her_." His sweet stroking made her want to relax, but the rage still bubbling in her gut made her want to pound that goddamn dog's face into sausage meat. "Besides," he whispered then, slipping up against her, pressing himself warm and perfect into her fur, "I've got a better idea..." And her body couldn't help responding to him, so close and gorgeous, her anger trickling clean away when he started kissing her biceps. She turned, took him in her arms, bent down, and kissed him, his lips eager, his paws doing wonderful things along her shoulders and neck. When she finally forced herself to pull away, she sighed. "All right. You don't want me to rip her in two, I won't rip her in two." "Thank you." He brushed her whiskers, his voice still soft. "The thing is: I think we can use her." Geri blinked down at him, nestled between her breasts. "Whaddaya mean?" "I mean, OK: say you rip her in two. She'll just come back together, scream, and run away; it's not like there's anything _permanent_ you can do to her. And, sure, she'll be afraid of you and not mess with us for a while. But..." He swallowed so hard, she could feel the bulge run down his throat. "But what happens if you shrink again?" A chill rippled over Geri's muscular back. "Well, maybe I won't..." "We can't count on that." He grinned up at her. "But I think we can count on Butchie. Take a look at her." Raising her eyes, Geri saw Butchie still kneeling where she'd fallen after Geri had backhanded her across the yard and into the wall, the bulldog's front paws pressed to her breasts, her mouth open and drooling, her eyes moving up and down over every muscle-packed inch of Geri's enormous frame. And when those eyes met Geri's, Geri couldn't help but notice the little hearts swirling there. "See?" Tom murmured. "You're the girl of Butchie's dreams..." For a moment, Geri could only stare. But at last the light bulb flashed on over her head; with a laugh, she reached up and flicked it off. "Well, let's see." She stepped away from Tom, turned to face Butchie directly, put her paws on her hips, and flexed as hard as she could, her brown fur bulging and bristling with massive slabs of muscle, her breasts seeming to leap out from her barrel chest. Both Butchie's front paws slammed into her cunt, her eyes bursting into two red pulsing hearts, her tongue lolling out all the way to the ground. Geri gave another little laugh and let herself relax. "Well, then." She moved back to the bench of the picnic table and sat down. "Butchie? Can you hear me?" "Oh, goddess," Butchie sighed, her paws still working her cunt. "I...I...I..." She threw her head back, and the hearts that were her eyes exploded into red, gold, and silver sparks, shooting up like fireworks, her body twitching and heaving over backwards in orgasm. Tom's laugh reached Geri's ear, the cat padding across the lawn to stand beside her, their eyes almost level now that she was sitting. "See? I'm not the only one you do that to." She blew him a kiss--but gently, the force of it striking his cheek just enough to rock him, not knock him down--then focused back on the heaving, panting heap of bulldog. "Butchie?" Butchie sprang up onto her hind legs immediately, her front paws cocked in front of her in the begging position. "Goddess?" Inside, Geri sighed. She didn't want to do this, but she knew Tom was right. They needed Butchie. So she steeled herself, kept a bored expression on her face. "I was all set to tear you in half, but Tom here reminded me that you dogs are supposed to have very clever tongues." She settled her elbows back onto the picnic table and spread her big legs. "Come and show me." For a moment, Butchie sat frozen; then her whole body flushed red, steam shooting from her ears. "Oh, goddess! Yes! Thank you, goddess!" She fell forward onto all fours and started creeping forward, her eyes focused so hard on Geri's cunt that Geri could feel herself heat up down there. "Just to touch you would be bliss unimaginable, but to touch you _there_, to touch the very essence of you..." She'd reached Geri's feet now, her front paws stroking them with a gentle urgency that make Geri catch her breath. "Oh, goddess..." Butchie breathed again, and when she leaned forward, ran her supple tongue up Geri's calves to her knees, then around to the inside of her right thigh, Geri started thinking this might not be such an ordeal after all. Tom's paws on her shoulders then, his perfect stroking stoking the fire inside her. "Comfortable, darling?" he whispered into her ear. "Oh..." was all Geri could get out, Butchie's paws on her thighs now, her tongue sliding closer and closer to the lips of her cunt, sweet and teasing, her teeth gently nipping here and there and making Geri groan again. And just as Butchie finally plunged into Geri's depths, Tom slid his expert paws out over the expanse of her breasts, started caressing her nipples, hard and pulsing through her fur. The glorious shock made Geri throw her head back, made her want to slam her legs closed and jam her pelvis forward, made her want to shove Butchie as far up into her cunt as she could. But she forced herself not to, let the tension tighten all her huge, wonderful muscles, let the feeling build along with her growing, gathering orgasm, the bulldog's tongue doing things to Geri's clit sent electric shocks up her spine, Tom draped over her, his penis hard and thrusting against her mountainous shoulder. As the fire built up in her, it took every ounce of effort for Geri not to grab them both, but she knew she'd crush them before she could stop herself, knew that she had to just let them work, just had to let go and let them do what they were doing. And oh, God, what they were doing! Her groans turned to gasps, her gasps to cries, her body vibrating at the stroking and licking and rubbing and kissing, Tom's purrs rumbling her back, Butchie's joyous yips and moans absolute music to Geri's ears. Bigger and bigger and bigger, the sensation filling her, blowing her up like a balloon, it felt like, until with an explosion she heard as well as felt, the orgasm crashed through her, sent her laughing and howling and spinning and tumbling into oceanic depths of pleasure, hot and pumping and perfect. How long it went on, she didn't know, but eventually she found herself drifting back to consciousness, her head cradled in warm softness. "There, see?" Tom's sweet quiet voice said. "She's back." Opening her eyes, she found herself still stretched out on the picnic table bench, her elbows crooked over the table itself, Tom sitting there and looking down at her with a smile: her head seemed to be resting in his lap. "Have a nice trip?" he asked. She smiled back, but a little shuffling sound drew her attention down to the ground at her feet where Butchie crouched, her eyes wide, her paws clasped to her breasts. "Damn," the dog said. "I've never heard anybody make sounds like _that_ before." Geri couldn't help laughing. "That's 'cause nobody's ever felt what I just felt before." She sat up slowly, her body so relaxed, she felt like she'd just slept for days. "You're a good dog, Butchie." She leaned forward, touched a paw to the bulldog's head, and scratched her ear. "A _very_ good dog." Butchie's tongue rolled out and her eyes rolled back, her left hind leg thumping the ground in time to Geri's scratching. A gust of air along her back, though, and Geri realized her shoulders were wet. And the scent drifting up from her fur was unmistakably that of... She craned her head around, saw the white sticky goo that covered her back, then brought her eyes up to Tom, a sheepish grin on the cat's face, the same good still pulsing from his prick. "Oopsie," he said. Geri gave an extravagant sigh. "Well, it looks some of us might need a little bath." She turned then to Butchie. "I know you dogs don't usually care for them, but, well, we'd love to have you join us in the tub..." The dog's ears shot straight up, hearts bursting from her eyes again. "I'll get the water started!" Butchie barked, and wheeling around, she shot like a stretched rubber band to the back door and scrambled inside, the squeak of the taps and whoosh of the water coming immediately to Geri's ears. A quiet laugh at her side, and Tom snugged up to her, rubbed his check fur against the enormous curve of her breast. "I think you've just changed her whole world view." Geri put a big arms around his shoulders. "It's a living," she said. "Shall we?" And they started for the back door together.