Pet vs Wife

"Bella, come here," Stuart called, and soon the little pitter-patter of his pet running could be heard from the living room. Bella came running on her four little stumps, tongue hanging out of her mouth. She skitted to a halt next to her food bowl, and Stuart poured in her breakfast. Bella mewled happily and rubbed her cheek against Stuart's leg before she shuffled over to her bowl and lapped her meal. Stuart leaned down, ruffled her hair, and then went to grab a fresh cup of coffee to take to his office. It delighted him that his pet was so happy now. That hadn't always been the case. 

Stuart had 'met' Bella almost nine months ago. He had taken his new Porsche out for a fun ride, it was the early evening, and the sun was low. He wasn't exactly sure where Bella had come from. Stuart only noticed her when her head hit the windshield, and she went flying over the top of his car. Stuart stopped - heart pounding in his throat. He put the car into park and got out to check on her. There were no other cars around as this was a back country road. 

When he reached the prone figure lying on the street, limbs contorted and bleeding, his first thought had been that she was dead. On closer examination, he noticed her shallow breathing and soft moans. She was definitely alive, but her legs were mangled. Her arms didn't fare much better. They were broken in several places. The woman also had a horrible headwound that was bleeding profusely. Stuart was at a loss at what to do. He was an influential stockbroker. If news got out he had maimed a poor woman or even killed her, his career would be over. He was going to lose everything if he didn't clean this up. 

Getting the blood out of the car would be a hassle, but it was better than the alternative.

Once he had the woman in the back of the car and put her belongings in the trunk, Stuart called one of his friends - a surgeon called Dr. Schaeffer. At the very least, he would be able to save the woman's life and then they could think about what else to do with her. Dr. Schaeffer had a few ideas and eventually concluded that making her into a pet would be the best. So instead of going through the lengthy process of fixing her mangled limbs, Dr. Schaeffer amputated them. Because of a high humerus fracture, her arms ended up being only four inches long, which was a little shorter than what the doctor recommended for a quadruped pet, but there was nothing they could do about it. If it ended up causing her problems, there were always stump boots. 

They had a little more leeway with her legs and left them a little longer than her arms. There was nothing they could do about her head wound. They just had to hope she would survive the head trauma and wake up again. While the woman recovered, Stuart went through her belongings and discovered she had been hitchhiking through the country, and that's why she had been on the road. Her name was actually Belinda, but Stuart thought Bella was much more fitting for a pet. 

Stuart's wife, Olivia, was not happy about the addition to their household when Stuart told her about their new pet, but she came around eventually. 

Dr. Schaeffer performed some more minor surgery on Bella to prepare her for her new life as a pet. He cut the frenulum of the tongue to visually lengthen it and replaced her teeth with soft rubber dentures. He inserted two transdermal studs on top of her skull that he anchored to the bone. Once healed, decorative ears could be clipped onto them. To make the illusion more realistic, the outer part of her ears was also trimmed. This would not affect her hearing, and her hair would cover up what was left of her ears.

When Bella finally woke up, she was understandably confused, but she soon turned aggressive when she realized what had been done to her. Unfortunately, she could recall more of the events leading up to the accident than Stuart had hoped, and she became challenging to deal with. He had to call another friend who was more active in the Scene and referred him to an experienced pet trainer. Once completely healed, Bella would spend some time with the trainer before she would move in with them. 

Stuart occasionally researched if someone had reported her missing in her hometown, but even after several months, nobody seemed to care about her whereabouts. 

When Belle finally moved in with them, she still was a little bit of a rebel and not quite content in her role as a pet yet. She frequently would run away from Stuart when he wanted to fuck her, but her little stump legs wouldn't get her very far, and he was able to pick her up. She stopped struggling once he had her seated on his cock. Dr. Schaeffer had placed a hormone implant under the skin at the back of her neck, which meant she was constantly horny. Although her mind rebelled at being fucked, her body betrayed her each time, and she became very willing once something entered her pussy. 

Olivia soon took a liking to their new pet as Bella's agile tongue did wonders when she licked Olivia's pussy. 

Life was good, and as Bella became more subservient, Stuart used her more and more. Often Bella would seek out Stuart and present her backend to show her leaking pussy underneath the fluffy tail plug. Stuart would have been a fool to not take her up on that offer. When he worked from home, he often used her as a cockwarmer and kept her on his lap most of the day. Bella would snuggle against his chest and often fall asleep. Stuart loved how small and light she was. He could quickly pick her up and move around while she was still lodged on his cock. 

Unfortunately, Olivia was not happy with this development. Stuart could understand her frustration. Due to her spending a lot of time out of the house going to events with friends, he was often home alone with Bella. He tried to assure her that their pet was nothing more than stress relief and Olivia was his wife and would always come first. 

"I just... I feel like you don't find me attractive anymore," Olivia said one night when their nightly conversation while snuggling up in bed had drifted towards the topic again. 

"But I do," Stuart assured her. 

Olivia wasn't convinced. "Would you find me more attractive if I had fewer limbs, like Bella?" She turned to him, and even in the dim bedroom lighting, he could see the sultry expression on her face. Before his brain fully computed her words, his dick already showed interest as blood rushed south. Olivia must have seen it in his expression because she suddenly sat up. 

"What if I had no arms?" She tugged her arms behind her back, and meager light from the window illuminated her upper body from behind, showing her outline. 

Fuck, she was gorgeous, Stuart thought. He had never imagined his wife without arms, but suddenly it felt like a floodgate had opened, and fantasies spilled into his mind. He needed to get his hands on her. He shot up and flipped Olivia onto her back with almost superhuman strength. She kept her arms behind her back and bit her lip seductively as Stuart towered over her. He bent down and let his mouth run over her collarbone, making her arch her back, pushing into his mouth. He kept his mouth on her and pulled her legs up to open her up, his dick was rock hard at this point, and it didn't take much longer before he thrust into her. 

Olivia moaned and struggled underneath him with her seemingly armless body, which turned him on even more, and he doubled his efforts. He cupped her shoulders, and it wasn't hard to imagine that this was real, that her arms were gone. The thought brought him over the edge, and he came with a force like he had never before. Olivia came just as hard, and she passed out underneath him. Stuart collapsed on top of her, completely spent. As short as this fuck was, it was the best he had in a while. Stuart was happily drifting off to sleep when Olivia stirred beneath him. 

"My arms hurt," she mumbled, and Stuart was pulled out of his fantasy of an armless wife. He rolled off of her and got comfortable on his side of the bed. It had been a nice fantasy, but that had been it. There was always Bella to fulfill his desire to fuck someone so helpless that she couldn't even reach her own genitals or tits. 

It had been a pleasant one-off experience for Stuart, and he didn't expect more to come from it. For Olivia, it was different. He noticed that there was still something off with Olivia, but she evaded his questions whenever he brought it up.

Then he had to go on a business trip for almost two weeks. He brought Bella with him. She was small enough to fit into a suitcase and stayed in his hotel room for the entire trip.

When Stuart came home, he had forgotten all about it. It was late, and most of the lights in the house were already off. He figured Olivia was already in bed, maybe reading a book. Stuart had missed her. As lovely as Bella was to fuck, she couldn't hold a conversation if her life depended on it. He let his pet out of the suitcase she had spent the last hours in, and she happily waddled across the living room floor and stretched her short legs. 

"Mrraw?" She vocalized as she stuck her rear into the air and looked back at him, clearly wanting to entice him to fuck her one last time tonight. 

"Not now, Bella. I've got a wife to take care of. Go to bed," he bent down to pet her, scratching her back in the way she liked, then gave her a pat on her butt and headed towards the bedroom. 

He shrugged out of his suit jacket, glad to be finally out of the restricting clothing and looking forward to a few days of relaxation and spending time with his wife. As expected, there was light peeking out underneath the bedroom door, and when Stuart pushed it open, he found his wife sitting in the middle of the bed. The bedside lamps were on but dimmed to the lowest setting, casting her in a shadow. He

had expected her to read, but she was sitting there with her evening robe draped over her shoulders with no book in sight. 

"How was your trip?" She asked as Stuart entered.

"Exhausting. I'm glad I'm back home," Stuart answered and shed the remainder of his clothes to change into a comfortable t-shirt and shorts. 

"I'm glad you're back, honey. I have a surprise for you." 

"Oh?" Stuart turned to look at his wife, expecting her to reveal a new set of lingerie, but he couldn't distinguish what she was wearing underneath her robe in the dim lighting. 

"Why don't you come over and find out?" Olivia enticed him cryptically, and Stuart didn't need to be told twice. He felt he was about to take off the clothes he had just put on as he climbed into the bed and crawled toward his wife. Stuart tried to spot what she was alluding to. He thought he knew the lingerie set she was wearing, so he was at a loss. Olivia didn't move towards him as he crawled over her, positioning his knees on either side of her legs. He took Olivia's face into his hands and leaned down to give her a sensual kiss, and that's when he noticed she wasn't meeting him halfway. Usually, she would have her hands all over his body, probably tearing his shirt off in her eagerness, but now she wasn't moving at all and kept her arms behind her. At least, that's what Stuart thought at first, but now that his eyes had adjusted to the low light, he saw that the sleeves of her robe were empty. 

He sat back as it slowly dawned on him, looking at his wife in awe. Stuart's hands trailed lower, following the curve of her neck, slowly edging towards her shoulders. Olivia bit her lip, looking at him with hooded eyes, enticing him to move his hands further and then his fingers trailed over her shoulders. He felt the fabric of the empty sleeves, and it was immediately apparent that she wasn't just hiding her arms behind her back. 

They were gone. 

"You -" Stuart started, not yet believing what his hands were feeling. He cupped the spot where her arms should have been with his palms and rubbed circles around the area, confirming what his mind struggled to grasp. 

"Yeah, I did," Olivia confirmed. "After that one night, I couldn't stop thinking about it. At first, I was jealous of Bella. You were fucking her so often, I thought if I could give you some of what she has, it would spice up our sex life. Make you want to make love to me more often."

"Oh honey, you're the one I married. Bella is just a pet, a stress relief. I would never choose her over you. You're the one I love." Stuart cupped his wife's face and kissed her deeply. "But I love you even more for it. You look fantastic!" He couldn't stop touching her shoulders where her arms used to be. 

"Why aren't fucking your armless wife yet?" Olivia challenged, and Stuart jumped into action. He threw the blanket off to see his wife in all her armless glory, as she hadn't been wearing anything underneath the nightgown. Stuart easily moved her around, and she willingly spread her legs as he pushed between them. He parted her nether lips with his fingers and found her pussy dripping with juices. Olivia had been aroused for quite some time. The thought that she had been sitting in her own juices all this time, waiting for him and unable to do anything about her own arousal, made Stuart want to fuck her even more. His cock was rock hard already, and while Olivia was writhing naked underneath him, he struggled out of his shorts and t-shirt, barely able to keep his hands off her armless shoulders. 

Stuart knew he wasn't going to last long with how riled up he already was, but he didn't care, they had all night and the entire weekend, and he didn't intend on leaving his wife without his dick in one of her holes if he could help it. 

He lined up his aching dick with her awaiting pussy, and he barely had to thrust into her before Olivia clamped her legs around his waist and pulled herself towards him, impaling herself on his stiff rod.

"Fuck me, Stu, touch me, please. I haven't come since the surgery two weeks ago." 

Stuart didn't reply. Instead, he took her hips and started to move, and both their worlds exploded in pleasure.

A/N: Do you think his wife will go further with her modifications?