snitchsgreatmisadventures

[snitchsgreatmisadventures]

Snitch’s Profile

Full Name: Snitch Pronunciation: Sne-itch Nickname/Alias: n/a Does s/he like it?: n/a Pet Name: Skittles Does s/he like it?: Y Gender: F Gender Role: (Check all that apply!) • Masculine • Boyish • Effeminate • Neutral • Feminine • Girly • Other Orientation: Lesbian Age: 25 Age Appearance: 17 Date of Birth: 8/22/1992 Birthplace: Columbus, Georgia Astrological Sign: Leo {PHYSICAL APPEARANCE} Species: Anthro Race: African Painted Dog Skin Tone: tan, black and white fur Eye Color: Hazel Contact/Glasses?: no Natural Hair Color: Chestnut Current Hair Color: Blue & Purple Hairstyle: side shave flip Grooming: • Very neat • Average • Clean but sloppy • Unkempt Hair Texture: smooth Facial Hair: n/a Height: 5’4 Weight: 140 Body Build/Type: short and fluffy/curvy Cup Size: D Shoe Size: paws Birthmarks/Scars: fur Other Distinguishing Marks: black spot on her left hand paw Bellybutton: • Innie • Outie • Other Piercings?: up and down both ears Makeup: n/a {HEALTH} Blood Type: O Preferred Hand: • Right • Left • Ambidextrous Overall Health: good Energy: hyper Allergies: general pollen allergy Disorders: minor dyslexia Chronic Conditions: none Medications: none Phobias: heights Addictions: writing, colors, good food Virgin?: • Yes • No {PERSONAL} Relationship Status: (Check all that apply!) • Married • Divorced • Living Together • Dating • Cheating • Single Significant Other: (Check all that apply!) • Husband • Wife • Fiancé • Boyfriend • Girlfriend • Other • None/Single Sex Life: Turn-Ons: curves, boyish looks, breasts that fit in her paw comfortably Turn-Offs: low personnel hygiene, willfully ignorant people, politics, general ass hats Position: n/a Fetishes: curios of light bondage, rapid preg Occupation: freelance crafter/author Education: high school Mannerisms/Demeanor?: (Check all that apply!) • Lonely • Docile • Quirky • Brave • Calm • Timid • Happy • Flirty • Relaxed • Quiet • Hardy • Rash • Bold • Naive • Impish • Hasty • Sassy • Other Typical Posture: • Stiff, rigid • Straight but not stiff • Average, varies with mood • Slumped, defeated • Slouchy, careless • Relaxed • Other Habits: hugging, groping her friends breasts playfully, daydreaming, spouting off random thoughts/information Hobbies/Interests: writing, crafting, nature Skills/Talents: some crafting, writing Biggest Embarrassment?: staining a colorful skirt and lying saying the skirt was supposed to look like that and having to wear it all day knowing no one bought the bullshit cuz she couldn’t go home and change. Greatest Wish?: to be happy Greatest Strength(s): honesty, loyalty, caring Greatest Flaw(s): sometimes too trusting, sometimes gullable Favorite Day: Halloween Likes: arts&crafts, fashion, books, candy, pop, video games Dislikes: snobs, drama, mean spirited people Regrets: none yet Quirks: she likes wearing miss matched earrings, can cut off contact for a few days from everyone but she always comes back, sometimes acts out her story scenes to see how they would go in her novels. {FAMILY AND FRIENDS} Birth Family?: N/A • Father(s) - • Mother(s) - • Sibling(s) - • Children - • Other - Step-Family?: • Father(s) - • Mother(s) - • Sibling(s) - • Children - • Other - Foster Family?: N/A • Father(s) - • Mother(s) - • Sibling(s) - • Children - • Other - Friends: N/A • Best Friend(s) - • Other Friends - • Pets – big ole fluffy cat named Pip {EXTRA} Abilities: making people smile Weapon(s): anything quite and ranged, if she had a choice Notes::: she is VERY NEW thus why she has no friends and stuff XD

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A Surprise for Snitch

Snitch was sprawled out in all her Painted Dog glory, dressed in a simple crop top and her favorite tan camo shorts. She was dosing in front of the TV, her blue and purple hair mostly flopped over her face, when a rumble went through her small apartment causing her to jerk awake.

“The hell was that!?” she cried, looking around, expecting to see the walls falling or something. All she saw, however, was a vase that had wiggled a bit out of place on her small kitchen table.

She sighed, flopping back down on her overstuffed patchwork pillow, “son of a bitch, scared the life outta me… I wonder if there is anything on the news about it…”

It was as she was reaching for the remote, that had fallen when she had sat up, that she felt her belly give a gurgle. She ignored it, first grabbing the remote, before going to turn on the news. Her stomach gurgled even louder though, and she huffed, looking down to her normally plump belly. There was another rumble and Snitch gasped as she watched her belly expand, when she placed a paw on it the normally squishy flesh was hard and the skin taught.

“What the shit!?” she sat up quickly, gasping as her belly grew another few inches. She let out a whine, trying to push her belly back unsuccessfully, in fact it seemed to surge suddenly twice as much. If she didn’t know better, she would have though she was pregnant.

“oh god, oh god, what do I do what- hospital! I need to, emergency room or, something!”

Snitch stumbled as she stood, her belly grumbling and groaning as she hurried around her couch to where she kept her keys. She let out a strand of colorful curses when she realized the rumble had knocked them to the floor.

She looked as if she was seven to eight months pregnant already, and she had no idea what was going on. She startled, as a surge of growth popped the button from her shorts, causing it to recache off the wall and knock over the previously mentioned vase. She cursed again, they were her favorite shorts. She focused on her keys again, she needed to get to the hospital.

Snitch tried, at first, to bend over and grab the keys, but quickly realized that was a very, very, bad idea. She let out a groan as she stood back up, only to feel her back bowing due to her expanding stomach.

She felt something wet trickling through her fur on her chest, a quick chest had her staring with wide eyes. She had already had a pair of decent sized bosoms, seeing as she was of the short and fluffy sort, so she hadn’t noticed that they were getting bigger! The normally D cups were already on their way out of the DD range, and for a split second the dread of needing to buy larger bras flashed through her mind.

It was a strange feeling in her ever-expanding belly, now obviously past the size of a nine-month pregnancy, that snapped her out of it. She squeaked, placing both paws on the round orb, feeling more of the strange fluttering in response. She felt faint, the truth smacking into her like a ton of bricks.

“I-I’m PREGNANT!? How they hell am I PREGNANT!? I’m not supposed to get pregnant unless I WANT TOO, I’M A LESBIAN!”

She groaned as her belly just grew in response, she placed her paws under it to cradle the still growing orbs. She whined, looking from her belly to her keys and back again before taking a fortifying breath and squatting down. Huffing and grunting she reached for her key ring and his just brushed it when her stomach gave a particularly loud gurgle and lurched outward. She yelped as she lost her balance and, after trying to compensate for the sudden weight on her front, fell back onto her behind.

She let out a growl of both frustration and discomfort as the sudden position revealed just how tight her already fitting short had become. Looking at her gurgling belly, Snitch knew getting up where she was, was not an option. The pups in her womb were wiggling and kicking with every growth, but she managed to scoot herself around to her keys, though she knew it was very unlikely she would actually make it to her car.

The strain of carrying the growing pups had her sweeting uncomfortable as she shuffled herself across the floor to the back of her couch. She barely reached the top of it with her paws, but it was her only option, her rickety little dining chairs wouldn’t be sturdy enough. Snitch may not have expected to be pregnant, but she wasn’t about to hurt the unborn pups. A kick to her kidney almost changed her mind as it made her loose her tentative grip on the couch and land flat on her back.

“damn it! come on, give me a break already!” She grunted, pushing herself onto her elbows. It seemed like she would get her break as the grumble finally began to quiet down, until subsiding completely, leaving her looking at least two weeks overdue with triplets. Her breasts had pushed her crop top all the way up, it now resembled a bib more than a shirt, and were leaking profusely, making her fur sticky.

She whimpered as she tried, and failed, to reach for the back of the couch again. Her whine turned to a gasp as she felt a squeezing sensation in her middle before a sudden gush of wetness came from her woman hood.

“That was NOT the kind of break I was talking abooout.” She whined, feeling the first contraction go through her. She groaned, fisting her paws into the fur on her large belly as she felt the mass of one of the pups descending into her birth canal. The pup descended quickly and by the fourth contraction she felt the overwhelming need to push, and realized her shorts where still on.

Snitch let out another frustrated grown, whimpering as she resisted the urge to push as she reached to get her now extremely tight shorts off. It didn’t seem to matter too much though as he grunting and reaching shifted the pup farther down causing her to whine at the pressure. She panted, smiling in victory as she finally managed to wiggle her shorts over her bum, though it was short lived as another painful contraction hit her suddenly. She found herself pushing unintentionally, whimpering as the head began to crown causing her woman hood to stretch and burn.

“oh god, wait, wait waaait, let me get them off first…” she moaned, using the friction from the couch to move the shorts lower until they were to her knees. Another contraction had her pushing again, the head inching its way out only to slip back when she stopped since she couldn’t spread her legs apart due to her shorts. Snitch cursed, angrily kicking the shorts away, and bearing down hard on the next contraction.

She whimpered and whined as the head reached its widest point before popping out suddenly. She cried out at the sudden release, wincing at the feel of even more fluids getting into the fur around her thighs. She had no time to think on it as another contraction urged her to push the pup’s shoulder out of her. The pushed at the walls of her vagina, bulging her lips and causing her to moan in discomfort. She did not stop bearing down even when the contraction stopped, not that it mattered as the contractions were nearly coming on top of one another. The other pups in her womb were kicking and wiggling, she had no idea how many were inside.

“Ah-AH!”

The first then second shoulder of the first pup burst free, and she grit her teeth as she pushed the pup the rest of the way out. She took a moment, trying to recover enough to try reaching for the pup, but she never had the chance. A harsh contraction vibrated her belly and the second pup was already in place to crown, she pushed, finding a bit easier now that the first one had stretched her some. The head still caused some burning and made her whimper but it was nowhere near as bad as the first. She huffed and panted, each rise and fall of her chest causing a spurt of milk and she could hear the first pup starting to whine.

Snitch placed a paw on her stomach and pushed down during the next contraction. The head freed itself sharply and though she yelped she did not stop until she managed to get both shoulders and the rest of the pup out of her. She had no time to relax as the next pup was already crowning and she managed to pull herself away from the other two pups so there would be enough room. Managing to mostly sit up she pushed down hard on her belly and bore down. The last pup caused minimal discomfort, and was greeting the world within moments.

Snitch sat there for a moment, waiting to see if there was any more movement in her belly, only to let out a sigh as the only other thing to come out of her was the after birth.

Ignoring it, as she did not want to throw up in the end, she looked over to her new pups. She was surprised to see not a one had an umbilical cord and were all obviously full grown. She shucked off her now useless crop top and, after a bit of fidgeting, managed to figure out how to feed two of the pups from her bountiful breasts at the same time.

After feeding them, bundling them up into a makeshift baby bed on her own bed and cleaning up the mess, she stood there looking at all three of them. She gave her ear a scratch, “well… I always did say I’d have two boys and a girl…”