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This started as a gift story, but I really got into it and added and added and.... I hope y'all enjoy it!

"You okay, babe?" James asked his girlfriend.

He reached a hand out to brush a knuckle against her cheek.  His concern showed clearly in his eyes as he traced a finger over her cheek and up to slide through her brown hair.  She nuzzled back at it before kissing his palm.

"Yeah, just tired," she told him.  "I don't think the salmon from last night is sitting well with me.  I was up a lot-"

Blood drained from her already pale face as nausea gripped her stomach.  She swallowed, clamped her jaw shut and pushed past her boyfriend in a race to the bathroom, kicking the door half-closed with her heel before kneeling in front of the toilet.  Her fingers gingerly touched the toilet seat.  After barely raising it, she leaned forward to vomit while her stomach clenched.

Angela gagged.  Spit lined her lips until she spat in a weak attempt to clear her mouth.  When that failed, she blew air and then wiped her face with the back of her trembling hand.  She could feel the cold, clammy sweat dotting the skin above her lips.  Just when she thought the sensation passed, another wave hit and she leaned forward with a groan while letting it all out.

A hand gathered her hair carefully to hold it away from the toilet as she emptied her stomach.  James knelt behind her, rubbing her back with one hand while she coughed, gagged and spat.

The toilet seat lowered itself slowly when she released it.  She swayed and then leaned back into her boyfriend's waiting arms.  He held her tight before reaching up to close the toilet lid and flush the sour mixture away.

"It's not funny," Angela said weakly.  She shivered and James tightened his grip around her.  "I'm on the pill.  James, I swear I'm on the pill."

"It's probably just the salmon," he told her, but his mind was already racing.

He knew she was on birth control.  Even without seeing her take it every morning at almost the exact same time, he could smell the difference the pill made in her estrogen and progestin.  It wasn't something he'd even noticed until he'd started dating different women.  Over time, he'd come to recognize it as a strange scent like sweaty blood but not exactly blood.  It was strong at first but faded quickly hours later.

"You're not sick," she told him while sinking deeper against his body.  He was warm and solid and strong and it soothed her - muscular arms wrapped in thick body hair with fingers slowly caressing her sides.

"I'm-" he started to say before clamping his mouth shut.

... never sick.  He looked past her, closed his eyes and inhaled.  Not just breathing in the different aromas (including the powerful stench of her vomit), but taking in her scent.  He'd come to know her so well over the past four years.  After several deep breaths, he found it - something different.  A hint of a difference in the natural smell of her body beneath all the products she used.  He could identify every ingredient in a meal before tasting it and he could smell whether his neighbor had morning sex as soon as they stepped out of their home, but he was at a loss when it came to the delicate threads of smells for the individual hormones and other chemicals within the human body.

All he knew was that she smelled more- more- feminine in a way, but it was... busy.  Almost frantic.  Beneath that was something else.  It seemed familiar in a disconcerting way, but the recognition of it slipped away every time he tried to focus.

What he didn't smell was the rank scent of food poisoning.

"Maybe- maybe you should take a test," he said quietly.  "I'll go with you."

"I'm on birth control, James," she repeated.  "I swear to god, I'm on birth control.  This isn't- This can't-"

"I know, baby," he said soothingly.  "I trust you.  Why don't we just go grab a few to make sure.  We can get something for your stomach, too.  Just in case."

"Yeah, yeah, alright," she agreed.  "In a few minutes.  Just keep holding me for a while, please?"

He kissed the top of his girlfriend's head before bending to rub his cheek briefly against her ear.  Now he could smell blood more strongly and it worried him until he remembered she was less than a week away from her period.  That made him realize that he couldn't recall the one from the previous month.  It wasn't something he tried to track, but it was impossible not to notice from the scent and her muttered complaints.

The full moon, he told himself.  Her period would've been during the last three days of the full moon, when he'd been away for work.  Officially, at least.  Is she not pregnant?  If she's bleeding, it could be something else.

Angela slid down to her ass before slowly pushing her heels against the tile until her back was against the wall.  She groaned, bowed her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist before burping and swallowing.  James stood back to watch and his sharp eyes took in every inch of her body.  He watched as she touched her chest, massaging her breasts slowly, circling them with her fingers and then squeezing.

He retrieved his phone from his pocket.  When the web browser came up, he typed in 'Sore breasts vomiting' and the browser automatically suggested 'pregnancy week by week' by appending it to the end of his query.

"Hey, uhh, I'm going to go grab a couple," he told her.  "Pregnancy tests.  I'll be right back.  Do you want me to get you anything?"

"Something for my stomach, maybe," she said and then she added - "My tits hurt a little."

---

"All three," Angela said dumbly.

She sat on the toilet lid, dressed only in her panties and a t-shirt with her knees up against her chest.  The three pregnancy tests were in a perfect line on the vanity next to her, one after another.  One had a line and a plus sign on the display, another had two dark lines and the third was a digital test that read, simply, 'Pregnant.'

"I've been taking my birth control on time, every time," she said, to nobody in particular.  Her voice was dull.

"I know, baby," James told her.  He rubbed her back with a slow, repetitive circling motion while his mind raced.

Pregnancies in the lycanthrope society were exceedingly rare.  While there were some werewolves who preferred a private life, most embraced the Internet and the online community it afforded.  Children were, of course, a hot and often painful topic.  No natural childbirth had taken place in the last fifty years.  While in vitro fertilisation appeared to be successful at first, it failed shortly after implantation.  A few doctors were included in their ranks, including one who had switched to gynaecology in hopes of finding a solution.

In the meantime, young werewolves were carefully scouted and recruited via an exhaustive process when the candidate reached adulthood.

He could feel the beast just beneath his skin.  Raging and roaring even though the full moon was two days away.  He shivered and scratched his chest and double-checked to make sure no fur was growing over his arms.  It was ridiculous, but the sensations were undeniable.  His emotions were a wreck.  He swallowed, nearly growled in his girlfriend's presence and then swallowed again. There was a painful lump in his throat.  Tears threatened to spill forth.

"What-" James squeezed his eyes shut while offering a prayer to a god he didn't believe in.  His voice shook."What do you want to do?"

It was her choice.  He feared her answer.  If she chose abortion, he would plead with her to keep it.  He knew he would give her anything she wanted in an effort to bring the child to term.  The community would band together around him to help.  He loved her dearly, but it would be an end to their relationship if she ended the pregnancy and he worried whether he could mentally survive the loss.  She was fiercely pro-choice, but only now did he realize that out of all the times she spoke in defense of a woman's choice, she never once mentioned what she would do if pregnant.

"I never wanted a baby," Angela said.

James' hand froze on her back while his stomach dropped.

Please, please - whoever is listening, please, he prayed.

"I- I- I can't-" she sniffed and gasped and pressed her hands against her face while rocking back and forth.  "I can't- I can't kill it.  I'm sorry- I'm- I'm sorry, I can't-"

"Baby, no, oh, sweetheart," he knelt before her and his own tears rolled down his cheeks.  His arms wrapped around her.  "It's okay.  It's okay."

"It's- it's- it's part of me and- and- and- I can't-" she gasped until her voice failed her and she bawled.  The pain in her voice broke him and he cried with her.  He pulled her gently down to his lap before folding himself around her with her head pressed against his chest.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-" she repeated with a rasping, emotional voice.

"Don't be," he told her.  He kissed the top of her head and then again.

"We weren't puh- puh- planning-"

"Marry me," he told her but a fresh sob drowned out his quiet words.

"What?" she asked, sniffling and wiping at her face.

He pulled her away from his chest.  She stared up at him but lowered her eyes when he wiped tears from her cheeks.

"Marry me," he said again, more loudly.  His heart pounded in his chest and the pressure of it reverberated within his ears. "I don't have a ring yet.  I was going to start making plans.  I was going to ask you on the anniversary of when we-"

"Yes," she told him while gripping his tear-soaked shirt with her small hands.  She kissed him while holding him tightly.  When they separated, she pulled back to search his face for any hints of unhappiness or uncertainty.  "Are- are you sure?  You aren't just- I mean, I never planned to have a kid and I know that messes with all of our-"

"Angela," he said, firmly.  "I love you.  More than you know.  I want kids.  I always have, but I knew you didn't and that was fine.  That was fine with me.  But, now, knowing  you're pregnant and- and that you want to keep it and-  You- you have no- no idea.  No idea, I-"

He broke down but tried to hold it in.  His face reflected the pain of it all and he whimpered until Angela stroked his cheek.  The dam crumbled.  He sobbed, releasing the stress he'd held after comforting her earlier that morning.

When his sponsor had warned him that low birthrates were an issue, he'd blown it off, eager at the opportunity to become part of a mythical breed of creatures.  To feel the power of the beast and the moon.  Nearly nine years later, he almost regretted it.  There were days he wished he'd given more thought to what it meant for his future.  Despite the thrill of the change and everything that came with it, there were days he dreamed of a normal life as a father raising his child.

He had even rehearsed multiple conversations in his head with an imaginary Angela to try to convince her to adopt.  He'd just never found the courage to follow through.

Their tears slowed as they held each other, but they continued to sit quietly with their own thoughts.

"You really want to get married?" she asked finally.  "You're not just doing it because I'm pregnant?"

"Really," he told her.  "I've been thinking about it for a while now.  I was going to talk to you about it and see what kind of ring you wanted and the ceremony and-"

"A gold band," she interrupted.  "Just a gold band with our names and wedding date.  And a small wedding.  Only our family and a few friends.  Oh, but I want a big cake!  And music and dancing.  And you.  I just want you."

"You have me," he told her.  His hand crept down to her stomach.  "I'm yours, Angela.  I'm yours.  I know the baby is a surprise to both of us, but we'll be fine.  We'll absolutely make it work.  I know you.  You'll be an amazing mother."

"God, I hope so," she said.  "I'm scared, James."

"I'll be here with you, every step of the way," he assured her and his arms tightened against her briefly.

As soon as he said the words, he winced.  The full moon was two days away.  He would leave tomorrow morning for "work" when, in reality, he'd be with his sponsor.  Their clan - he groaned internally at the word but it was passed down from many generations - owned several locations well over a thousand acres each and two that were over twenty thousand acres.  All of them had their excuses to be away and he was no different - his "monthly sales meetings" were mandatory and this month would be no different.  It had caused friction when they first moved in together but she'd come to understand over time.

"It's going to be hard not to tell anyone at the sales meeting tomorrow night," he said carefully.  "Or my dad.  Or my extended family.  I don't think we'll ever run out of babysitters."

His 'extended family' were his clan.  There would probably be actual blood being shed over the privilege of babysitting a natural born lycanthrope.

"I want to make sure, first," she said.  "Once the doctors say everything is fine and the baby is healthy, then we can tell everyone."

"I already know the perfect pediatrician," James said a little too quickly.  He slowed himself.  "You remember Donovan, right?  My uncle on my mom's side?  He has his own practice."

"James, I love you, but the idea of your uncle getting all up in my business is weird," she told him.

"Okay, yeah, true," James replied.  "But, counter argument - it'd be free.  He'd never charge us and he's one of the best in the state."

And he's a werewolf, James didn't add.

"There's that, but-" she said, trailing off.

"Think about it?" James asked.

As they talked over what would be needed and how to proceed, James began to worry.  He half-focused on the conversation while wondering if the baby would be human or not.

Is it bound by the moon? he asked himself.  Will it change inside of her?  Is it human?  Or some hybrid- no, they said the few babies they knew about were 'normal' werewolves.  But, those were children born to werewolf parents.  Shit!  I knew I should've started working on turning her.

Partners were chosen with nearly as much care as new werewolf candidates. Ideally, mates were picked from the pool of those already turned and James had even dated two she-wolves in the past, but their personalities didn't quite match and the selection was incredibly limited.  Angela was one of a few potential candidates that showed a propensity for accepting the change and not letting herself go wild.  Orchestrating their first date had been a delicate affair that involved several from his clan - from their 'accidental' first meeting to the two times he just happened to be in the same bookstore and, later, coffee shop she was in.  It was an exhausting affair, but their first date was worth it; he'd fallen madly in love with her almost instantly.  Protocol was to invite her into their world within a year, but it never felt like the right time and he had simply enjoyed being human with her, much to the frustration of his sponsor.

When their conversation wound down, they sat quietly comfortable in the silence until James realized how hungry he was.  He declared an evening out in celebration with plans to go ring shopping before sitting down to eat together.  Afterwards, they lay in bed together, full and happy with their family and friends notified of their engagement.  James had to turn his notifications off to keep his clan from melting his phone from the sudden influx of crazed, excited texts.  He saw many messages about a hunt being declared in his honor for the first night of the full moon and he growled quietly in appreciation before turning his phone face-down.

They made love that night, slowly, carefully, as if worried they would hurt the child growing within.  More tears were shed between joyous cries and they slept, tangled together in the glow of their passions.

---

"James!" Angela yelled, waking James immediately.  He snarled, already on edge the morning of the first full moon.

Her scent was thick with blood.  His heart sank while dark thoughts tumbled chaotically through his head.  He threw the blanket aside and leapt to the floor, dropping briefly down to all fours before growling and standing and following her sharp coppery scent to the bathroom.

"Angela!  What's wrong?!" he asked.  His hands clenched against the wall.  His short, sharp nails tore chunks from the doorframe until his grip splintered the wood.

"There's- there's blood!" she held out her panties to show drops of blood on the seat and he saw more in the toilet.

Rather than the clear, sharp coppery scent he expected, the smell was old and clotted.  His lips vibrated, showing his slightly elongated canines.

"Okay, okay, wait, hold on," he said while running his hands through his sandy blond hair.  He licked his lips and turned, rushing back into the bedroom to grab his phone and his trembling hand tapped out a short search.

"It's okay!" he yelled from the bedroom.  His heart stuttered within his chest as he walked back to the bathroom.  "It's okay.  It's normal.  Spotting is normal."

"It freaked me out, I'm sorry," she told him.  "Ah, man, I made you look at my pee and dirty underwear.  That's gross, I'm sorry.  I'll try-"

He pulled her into a fierce hug, cutting her off.  She sniffed and he could feel the warmth of her tears when she finally let them fall.  Her arms wrapped around him in return.

"Don't go today," she whispered.

He clenched his eyes shut while grinding his teeth together.  At that moment, he hated himself. He'd felt terrible about it yesterday, but it was worse today. The taste of blood filled his mouth and despite how early it was, gold veins appeared in his eyes.  His own desires were one thing, but the beast felt his mate's pain which heightened his own anguish at the situation.

"I have to," he told her with a rough, growling voice.  "I'm so sorry.  I'm so sorry, Angela."

"Then stay with me until the last minute," she asked him.

"I will."

They left the bathroom together, hand-in-hand as they walked back to the bedroom.  She folded herself into him, back pressed against his chest, ass nestled into his crotch with her bent.  His every exhaled breath rumbled while his arm tightened over her chest.  The steady beat of their hearts combined with the warmth of their bodies and early morning to drag them both back into sleep.

A small cramp seized Angela's stomach.  It passed quickly but left her awake.  She glanced at the old alarm clock her fiancé insisted on keeping to see that it was almost noon.  He would've left hours ago, but she could feel his even breathing tickling the back of her neck.

Everything was wrong and she was terrified to be alone with her thoughts for the next three days.  At such an early stage in the pregnancy, she was unable to talk to anyone else in order to ease her fears.  She wanted to be sure everything was fine before telling her family.

She tried to repress the anger she felt towards him for leaving when she needed him most.  The monthly meetings were incredibly important and she understood that, but it still hurt and she knew she'd need to talk to him about it again in order to keep it from bottling up.

Suddenly, she realized she could feel him against her ass.  She pushed the thought away, or tried to, only to find it impossible to ignore.  He felt big - as if he were hard but it was too short.  With her body bent in a pseudo fetal position, she reached down slowly to feel him and was surprised to feel softness against her fingers.

How could it be so big when it's soft? she wondered as she squeezed the unnatural girth.

Her fingers pressed into the sheath surrounding her fiancé's dick.  She stroked him and her hips responding, flexing back to rub him against her ass.  Anger faded into the background, replaced by a slowly rising urge to feel him stretching her open.

Is it because I'm pregnant?  Does that turn him on in some weird-

"Wha- Angela?  What are you-" James groaned while his hand began to knead her side.

The tilted head of her fiancé's cock slid past the opening at the tip of his sheath and she moaned while squeezing him.  She'd never felt him grow hard like that.  The sensation was arousing and it stoked the flames spreading through her body.

"Wait- wait!" James gasped, pulling away from her.

She rolled to her back and smiled at him while spreading her legs to wrap around his body, trapping him in place.  Her hands twined against the back of his head to bring him down into a kiss, but he refused to open his lips to her.  She flexed up, rubbing her clit into his cock while dragging a hand down over his neck and shoulders.  She could feel the hairs that covered his back as she swirled her hand against him.  He grumbled about his hairy back from time to time and never seemed to believe her when she said she liked his caveman look.  It seemed thicker than she remembered but she didn't care.   Her heels pressed hard against him, trying to force him down.

"Mmmmm, James," she moaned, leaning up once more to kiss him.  "Do me a favor before you go..."

"Angela, I-" he buried his head against the side of her neck and she swore she heard him growl.  The sound of it made her shiver and moan even louder.  Her clit grinded against him over and over and over until a thin wet spot appeared on the seat of her panties.

"I'll forgive you if you fuck me," she told him while pushing his head down to her breast.  His teeth found her nipple despite the shirt she wore and she twisted when he bit it carefully.

"Turrrrrn- turn around," he told her.

Before she could comply, his tongue dragged against her nipple, rough and hot and wet and she groaned while clawing against his back.  He growled again and she gasped.

"God, I love hearing that," she said.  "I won't complain if you start doing that more.  It sounds so- so- primal and sexy."

He grabbed her carefully, unlocking her arms and legs before turning her gently to her stomach.  She pressed her face to the bed before rocking back to rub against him with a toying little wiggle of her hips.

"All- all fourrrrs," he growled.

His claws touched the soft skin around her hips.  He licked his lips to wipe drool from his mouth.  It was dangerous.  He wasn't sure exactly when he became infectious, but he could already feel the changes.  And, as he stared down at his body, he grinded his teeth together when he saw his reddened cock and the hairy sheath bunched around the base, just beneath the twin swollen lumps of his knot.

I can still stop this, he told himself.  I can still-

Angela raised herself up on her hands and knees.  The beast stirred at the sight of her and his hands trembled to keep from digging his claws deeper into her.  Tendons stood out on the backs of his hands.

"Your favorite position?" she asked while bouncing back against him, trapping his cock briefly between her ass cheeks.  It felt hotter than she remembered.  She felt his nails drag slowly down her lower back and ass when he pulled her panties down.  She shivered in response and bounced back again.  When she leaned forward, a single string of clear cum stretched between her pussy lips and his cock before it snapped and clung to his shaft.

James gripped himself.  His other hand clenched against her waist, holding her in place.

"Quickie.  A quickie," he told her.  "I should be gone.  Alrrrready."

"Just as long as I get oooOOOOOH!!" she cried out when she felt the tip press into her.

Her pussy lips tightened around him.  She wanted to shove back, but he held her in place and the restraint only made it more tantalizing.  James stared down as his cock slid deeper and deeper until his knot almost touched her lips.  He groaned and pulled back and then grabbed her hips with both hands once more.

"Don't.  Move," he growled.  Hackles rose on the back of his neck as he focused on his movement.  He shoved slowly into her until his knot just barely touched her pink, wrinkled lips and then back again.

"God.  God!  You're so- fuck!   You're so fucking big today, baby!  GoooooOOOD!" she cried out.

Angela tried to push back again but he still held her tightly and she whimpered before reaching beneath her to touch his cock and then up to caress her clit.  Despite his slow pace, she could feel herself close to an orgasm.  He completely filled and the tip was brushing her cervix, something he'd never done before.

Sweat trickled down James' back.  The control required to keep from knotting his prone fiancée was immense.  The beast howled to be free, to pound into her until her pussy clamped around his knot, but he refused to give in.  Even so, the view of it was incredibly erotic.  Mounting her while changing was a frequent fantasy of his.  The partial changes fed that fantasy - especially the view of his engorged wolf's cock spreading her pink, shaved pussy lips apart.

The sight of it pushed him close to the edge and he welcomed it, eager to be done in order to be away from her and on his way to the reservation.

"Almost- almost- baby, almost-" Angela panted as her hand jerked against her clit.  "I'm almost- OHHH!  Ohhh ffffuu-!"

James held her tight.  And he pushed.  Golden eyes locked to her pussy when his knot touched her lips.  And he pushed further, spreading her wider.  Tempting himself.  Staring at her perfect, smooth skin and the contrast of his furred sheath and hairy legs.  She spasmed and clenched against his cock and he snarled, grinding his fangs when he felt the wash of release.  He groaned and pulled his thumbs, spreading her ass cheeks further apart in order to watch the way her splayed lips surrounded his knot.  Locking the image in his mind for the future.

He pulled out of her and she jerked beneath him.  Copious amounts of cum leaked from her pussy as she lay sprawled on the bed.  He backed away quickly and grabbed at his underwear, pulling them back up and turning away from her to hide the massive bulge of his erect cock and the knot at the base.

"'Mma- I'mma sleep," she mumbled and he closed his eyes to say a quick prayer of thanks.

"I have to go," he told her, turning back to look at his fiancée once more.

The beast raged within.  Her legs were bent with her panties tangled above her knees.  The soft rounded skin of her ass was spread lightly to show her glistening labia and his cum between her lips.  He could visualize himself mounting her once more, giving into temptation to claw and bite and pound until she was truly his mate.  Changing her on the first night of the full moon.  His claws tore at his sides hard enough to draw blood and he gouged his tongue with his fangs, drawing on the pain to force himself away from her.

He gathered clothes quickly before rushing to the shower in order to wash the smell of their sex from his body.  It wouldn't help - not even if it weren't the full moon, but it was better than having it slamming into his nose every time he breathed in.  When he was cleaned and dressed, he grabbed his "go bag" and left.

---

A thin roll of skin bulged over the waistband of Angela's shorts.  She poked at it and sighed before shoving a finger beneath the band and running it along the edge.

It was a little more than four weeks after she learned she was pregnant and James had left earlier in the morning for another business trip.  She brought her hand around to place against her stomach, slipping it beneath her shirt to rub her skin gently.  There was no bump yet, but she couldn't help touching her belly at odd occasions as if she could feel the baby growing within.  James touched her even more.  She expected to be annoyed by it but instead found it endearing.

She smiled and her lips trembled.

"Oh no," she said.  She could feel it.  A flush of heat followed by cold and then another wave of warmth while tears formed in the corner of her eyes.  Her throat ached and she sniffed.  "Come onnnn."

The thought of James sitting behind her, holding her tightly and rubbing her belly with his head resting on her shoulder normally left her feeling warm and safe and comforted, but now it filled her with a sorrowful longing.  She gasped as tears rolled down her cheeks.  Her head throbbed.  Despite her best effort to fight against the urge, she couldn't hold back and soon found herself sobbing in bed for the third time that day.  The extra fat around her waist didn't help, especially when her traitorous brain imagined her getting bigger and bigger.  She pulled her knees up against her chest with her forehead pressed into her thighs and her arms wrapped around her shins.

It was best, she was learning, to just let it all out.

"God.  Dammit.  James," she gasped in between.  Although she cursed him for his absence, a small part of her knew it wouldn't make a difference even if he was there.  She didn't even want him to see her with red, swollen eyes or a snotty, runny nose and could already imagine her yelling at him to go away if he tried to comfort her.

It passed slowly, as it had previously, leaving her with a dull headache and an aching throat.  The rising hunger was new until she realized she'd skipped breakfast and had a light lunch.  She blew her nose, wiped her eyes and cheeks and slid out of bed to pad into the kitchen.

The cool air from the fridge soothed her as she tried to figure out what she wanted to eat.  She'd experienced her first weird craving two weeks ago when she'd devoured two jars of pickles with half a block of cheese.  The day after that, she'd stolen a bite of James' pad thai when the alluring scent of the much more spicy dish wafted to her nose.  After the third stolen bite, he'd offered to trade for her plain noodles and she'd agreed, wiping her nose and eyes with every bite of his food.  She'd stolen her noodles back after finishing his dish and he'd been left to scrounge from the kitchen for his own dinner.

Now she pawed through the fridge, staring at every little thing to see if it piqued her body's interest.  She touched the steak that James always bought before his trips, passed it and then came back to it when drool pooled in her mouth.  Angela grabbed the bag before closing the fridge with her hip.  She pulled the three containers from the bag, laying them on the counter.

Almost four pounds of steak, she realized after adding up their individual weights.  She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.  I'll just make all of it.  I can eat leftovers later.

Pans clanged until she found the right one.  She placed it on their gas stove before adding some oil to the pan.  By all rights, she should season the steaks properly ahead of time but cramps lanced through her stomach and she kept swallowing excess spit.  Her hunger drove her as she barely made time to salt the meat before slapping it into the pan.

Angela paced in the kitchen while the meat cooked.  She raised her hands to her lips, licking them clean one after the other. She shoved fingers into her mouth with a moan, swirling her tongue over them to get every little speck of meat and juice.  It only served to heighten her craving.

After barely three minutes on the stove, she snatched at the steaks, cursing when they burned her fingers.  She grabbed a fork to spear them and slap them onto a waiting plate.  With a quiet growl, she tore at them with her fingers, digging her short nails into the meat to rip hot chunks free before ripping with her teeth.  Halfway through the first steak, she stopped and simply raised the steak to her mouth to bite into it.  She barely chewed each piece, grinding it between her molars and then swallowing and tugging at it with her incisors and canines, shaking her head back and forth until she ripped another piece free.

When the cooked steaks were finished, Angela bent over the other sealed packages.  She cut through the plastic wrap with her nail and shoved her face into the polystyrene trays, holding the meat down with one hand as she pulled chunks free while red juice ran down her chin.  Subdued growls rumbled in her throat between bites until the meat was completely finished.

Angela rubbed her hand over her mouth with her tongue out, dragging against her palm and fingers to clean them once more. She moaned as she wiped juice from her cheeks and mouth and chin.

The very tips of her nails became rough when extra layers grew to cover them.  The transparent pink and white faded to gray until a slim white vertical line appeared along the lengths of each nail.  They bent, slightly, lifting in the center to give each nail a faint triangular shape.

Her nerves thrummed.  They woke slowly, as if a rock were dropped in the ocean and every ripple grew taller until gigantic waves crashed into the shore.  She moaned, sliding against the cool fridge door.   When her ass touched the floor, she shoved fingers against her crotch and pressed her palm into her swollen clit, moaning and then snarling as she rubbed herself.  Her hand closed into a fist, forcing her ragged nails to claw into the seat of her shorts.  They caught the fabric and tore, exposing her slim panties.  She wasted no time in slipping her fingers past the band, plunging them deep while raising her knees and spreading her legs.

Angela grunted while fingering herself and her eyes focused far beyond the walls of her house.  Her temples throbbed.  She pictured James fucking her as he had the night before he'd left.  He'd started gently until she'd begged him to be rough with her.  She'd flipped to her stomach, raising her ass invitingly and he'd taken the bait, pounding into her until she shrieked from her orgasms.  Now she relived the moment, slapping her palm against her swollen labia while her two fingers thrust deep inside.  She curved them and hissed when her nails scratched the slick muscles within, but she ignored the pain, losing herself to the intense need to get herself off.

Cum ran down her pussy to her half-exposed asshole and further to the floor while more flung away to splatter against the tiles.  She grunted and her lips pulled back while her teeth grinded together.

Her head slammed into the fridge when she came.  She made a fist against her pussy and her reddened throat worked as she tried to scream.

When she trusted herself to walk, she stumbled into the bedroom and continued to masturbate until exhaustion overcame her.

The next morning, Angela stared at the packages of meat she'd left out.  Her hand went to her stomach while her brow furrowed.

"All of it?  Really, Angela?" she asked herself as she threw away the trash.  She only vaguely remembered cooking the steak and then- and then masturbating in bed before passing out.  The gap in her memory bothered her, but lately, everything was weird.  In addition to the mood swings, her memory was spotty.  Sometimes it was bad enough that she couldn't even remember the name of her favorite band or actors she liked or what had happened just hours ago.  She sighed and added 'steak' to her mental shopping list while praying that she wouldn't forget to buy it.

As she made her way to the bathroom, she scratched her stomach lightly before rubbing it with the base of her palm.  Her tongue worked at a piece of chewy meat stuck between her teeth until she reached a fingernail up to dislodge it.

"What the hell?" she said out loud when she pulled her hand away.

Her nails were dark gray with lighter gray flecks.  They bulged over their nail beds and the ends curved down slightly with broad points.  She struggled to think back over what she'd read in the pregnancy books she'd purchased but could recall only a vague mention about excess nail growth.

Angela fished through drawers in the bathroom vanity to search for where James had hidden the fingernail clippers in his latest game of refusing to put things back where they belong.  She pressed the clippers against her left pointer finger and squeezed until the little thing trembled.  When she relaxed her fingers, it clung to her where the edge had embedded itself in her dense nail.  She tried three more times before giving up in order to dig for their toenail clippers.

Even with the larger clippers, it was still a struggle to trim her nails.  Her fingers ached after she finished.  She rubbed them while sitting against the edge of the tub to stare at her toes.  Like her fingers, each was covered by a growth of thick gray nail that curled over the tips of her toes.  She flexed her fingers several times before lifting her foot.  The pin at the tip of the clippers lifted while the lever seemed to bend in the middle.  She grunted and squeezed until the pin broke.

"Christ," she muttered.

Their second pair of toenail clippers threatened to suffer the same fate until she eased off of them.  After a moment of consideration, she grabbed a nail file in order to flatten the nails.  The first board tore after the third pass and each subsequent board suffered the same fate until she reached the rough file at the bottom of the pack.  She worked slowly with her foot propped against the edge of the toilet, filing each toe in turn until they were blunt and just barely over the tips of her toes.

With her nails taken care of, Angela put everything away where it belonged and brushed her teeth.

That evening, after another supper of barely seasoned steak, she curled up on the couch alone with a cup full of ice cubes.  She crunched on them, and two more glasses, while crying over a stupid romantic sub-plot on a random movie she picked on Netflix.  Afterwards, she crawled back into bed, texted her fiancé goodnight and tried to sleep.

An hour passed as she tossed and turned, grumbling quietly to herself with every passing minute as her body grew warmer and more sensitive.  Finally, she tossed off her blanket and shoved her hand beneath her panties, mashing her clit hard enough that she winced.  She worked herself frantically, twisting on the bed with her free hand clenching the sheets.  Gasping and groaning and moaning, heels digging into the bed.

When she was alone, she often edged herself while watching porn, but her rational, slow teasing was far out of her mind as she rubbed herself like a wild animal, screaming from each successive orgasm until she lay in the middle of the bed with the sheets undone and her hair coiled around her, panting and occasionally twitching.

---

James stared at his fiancée as she poured over her menu.  His monthly trip was two days away and they'd both agreed to tell their families about her pregnancy when he returned.  He would tell his pack when he joined them.  The celebration would be epic and last far beyond his trip.  He tried to imagine how they would all handle the news, but he couldn't picture what would happen.  It would spread like wildfire afterwards and he knew he'd need to make himself ready for the questions and congratulations and the requests to visit both of them.

Angela had also agreed, finally, to make an appointment with Donovan on his return, to which he was eternally grateful. The thought of having to tell that gruff old wolf that he wouldn't be allowed to supervise the birth sent chills down his spine.

Until then, he couldn't stop looking at Angela.  She smelled different now and sometimes he thought he smelled a hint of wolf from her, but it was gone before he could take another breath and he put it down to his mind playing tricks on him.

They'd spent the day cuddling in bed and talking.  She'd cried several times - worrying over what was happening and what would happen.  And then later again over her weight and water retention.  He'd tried to calm her every time, applying the lessons he'd learned from fucking up previous attempts at working through her changes in moods.

They spoke of the future and possible names, whether they wanted a boy or a girl and how they would handle finances.  He longed to tell her not to worry.  Every lycanthrope was granted a healthy stipend from a massive amount of wealth pooled over many generations.  It was enough to retire on, but part of the deal was continued employment in order to stay in tune with society as well as contributing to the pool for future wolves.  A cub being born... It would change everything.

"What?" Angela asked quietly, raising her eyes to look up at him.

He smiled and tilted his head slightly.

"You're radiant," he told her.  She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her own pleased smile while hooking a few strands of hair over her ear.

It was true, he realized.  He'd heard about pregnant women glowing, but he'd always assumed it was just a polite saying.  He was wrong.  Her hair was outlined by the light, thick and full with its own inner glow that seemed to shine off of her perfectly smooth face.

"Are we ready to order?" a young waitress asked from the side of the table.

"Oh, Angela?" James asked.

"Yes, I'll take the 'surf and turf' with the sixteen ounce porterhouse, please?" she said.  "Rare.  With the garlic mashed potatoes on the side.  Is it possible to have it without garlic, though?"

She'd found, very recently, that garlic did not sit well with her.

"Certainly," the waitress said.  "And for you, sir?"

"I'll take the same," he said, amused that his fiancée had picked what he was going to order.  "Garlic is fine in my potatoes, though."

The waitress took their menus but the pair ignored her.  James raised his water glass and, after a moment of confusion, his wife raised hers.  She winced and subtly massaged her breast with her left hand.

"To the end of the first trimester," James said.

"To the end of the easy part," Angela added.   "And hopefully the end of nausea."

"Are your boobs okay?" he asked.

"Sore.  More sore than usual tonight," she said, dropping her hand away.

They chatted quietly until their food arrived and then ate in silence.  James watched Angela eat, surprised at how quickly she worked through the steak.  Just as he was weighing the dangers of bringing it up, his phone vibrated on the table beside him.  He turned it over and sighed and stood.

"Sorry, babe, I have to get this," he told her, bending to kiss her forehead before walking off.

Angela ignored her fiancé as she focused on her food.  Her knife scraped against the bone when she tried to saw off the bit of meat clinging to it.  She huffed in frustration, set her fork and knife down and then picked up the bone to shove it in her mouth.  Her throat rumbled as she turned the bone over and over while gnawing at it until it was clean.  She placed the bone down before licking her fingers.  When James finally returned, she was dragging her fork through her lobster tail.

"Everything okay?" he asked her.

"Yeah," she said.  She hesitated and then spoke again when her stomach turned over.  "I'm sorry.  It's your potatoes.  The garlic.  I didn't think it'd be a big deal, but I can smell it and it's making me a little nauseous."

He cocked his head at her and sniffed.  While they were called 'garlic mashed potatoes,' the garlic was weak enough that he could barely taste it and he was surprised she could smell the traces that remained.  He apologized and quickly ate it.  A chaser of pale ale washed it down, but he noticed her wrinkling her nose from time to time as he finished his own food.

"Ahhh, that was good," Angela said while kicking back from the table in a slouch.

The movement stirred the air and James inhaled the faint scent of milk.  He stared down at his wife's chest and then further to see three dark spots lower on her black blouse.

"Ahhh, babe, I, uhhh, I think you're leaking," he said with a low voice.

"Leaking?  Leaking wha- oh," she said.  She glanced down at her breasts before pulling at her blouse to see the spots he'd noticed.  "Oh.  Um.  I'll be right back."

Angela stood while grabbing her purse from the back of her chair.  She held it against her stomach while walking through the restaurant until she reached the bathroom.  Once inside, she slipped into a stall.  She hung her purse on the hook set against the back of the door.  Her blouse scratched her smooth skin when she lifted it over her head in order to hang it by the tag.

A thin line of brown hair grew in a line up to her bellybutton.  She sighed as she toyed with the hairs briefly.  Aside from how fast her nails seemed to grow now, her hair also grew surprisingly quick.  She'd given up on shaving her pussy.  Her pubic hair was a wild bush that grew down over her lips and, more recently, up her stomach.  James had been incredibly enthusiastic about her thick bush, but she was sure he was just being polite to her.

"Ugh," she groaned, poking at the tiny roll of skin above her skirt.  It wasn't worse than when she'd first noticed it, but it felt worse the more she looked and she knew it would be nothing compared to what was coming.

Ignoring the fat and hair, she looked at her lower belly.

A single translucent drop of milk traced a short path down the side of her stomach.  She wiped at it and then touched the skin above to feel how dry it was.  Finally, she unhooked her bra and sighed with relief.

She'd been lying to herself that her tits hadn't grown.  It wasn't much, but it was enough that they hurt sometimes and she knew she would need to buy new bras.  Soon.

"Greedy little jerk," she said while robbing her stomach.

Her nipples were larger and darker and she spied a single blue vein on the side of her left breast, but her nipples were dry.  She touched them gingerly, wiping the tips and then staring at her finger.

"That's weird," she whispered.  After a second check, she slipped back into her bra and blouse and then took the opportunity to pee before heading back to the table.

James wisely said nothing on her return, instead pushing the dessert menu over to Angela who squealed and moaned over every single item before settling on a slice of chocolate cake with hot chocolate drizzled over it and a scoop of handmade ice cream on the side.  He ordered tiramisu and they once more spoke of random things before their food arrived.

Later that night, at home, with both in bed, Angela stripped out of her shirt before turning to her stomach.

"Can you give me a back massage?" she asked.

"Heck yeah, I can," James said while putting his phone down.

He turned and straddled her legs gently.  She moaned when he dug his thumbs into the sides of her back.  He massaged her as carefully as he could, paying close attention to when she hissed or made happy little grunting sounds.  After a while, his cock stirred, egged on by the sounds she was making as swell as the way her ass rubbed against him when she moved.

"Keep it in your pants, bucko," Angela said.  With her head turned to the side and flat on the bed, she cracked one eye to stare up at him.  "Feeling a bit cow-ish tonight."

"Well, I think you're beautiful and he agrees," James said carefully.  He pulled himself back slightly to ease the pressure away from her while continuing to work on her muscles.

"You'rrre wonderrrrrrful," Angela moaned.

She rubbed her face into the mattresses, turning to grind the bridge of her nose back and forth while her fiancé squeezed her shoulders between his fingers.  Her lips dragged against the sheet until she opened her mouth to bite.  She rolled the fabric between her teeth.  Grinding to ease her sore gums.  Tearing small holes when her short canines lengthened beyond the surrounding teeth.  Dentin cracking enamel before the cracks sealed into flawless white little fangs.

A dull ache throbbed around her jaw.  She whimpered, smothering the sound against the bed and James adjusted his grip in return when he assumed he was at fault.  Warmth spread around her cuspids in widening pulses.  Skin tightened on her face when it pushed forward a fraction of an inch.  Her jaw rippled with soundless fractures that left gaps between her teeth.  The ache began to fade and she sighed while licking her lips.

"Thasss good," Angela groaned.  "Thank you.  Much better."

He rolled away from her while trying to hide his arousal.  When he heard her even breathing deepen into periodic snores, he grabbed a tissue from the box on his nightstand, closed his eyes and imagined her howling as she changed beneath him with her pregnant belly and heavy, milk-dripping tits swinging after every impact of his cock.  Begging him to knot her while fur crept over her back and her bony, stubby tail swiveling beneath him.

James snarled as he came and then cursed when it tore through his tissue and kept going, splattering over his chest.  It wasn't the full moon, but the closer it got, the more virile he became and sometimes he forgot that in his rush to let off steam. He showered before returning to bed.

---

"You keep staring at me," Angela said the next morning.

"Sorry, it's just-" James replied from the other side of their table.

"Just what?" she asked with one questioning eyebrow lowered and the other raised.

"Ah, nothing, sorry," he told her before bending back to his eggs.

He scratched at his throat and shoulder and then down to his stomach.  For whatever reason, he felt unusually riled.  It was exacerbating his changes.  Even though tomorrow was the first night of the full moon, he could already feel fur beginning to grow.  Hair, really, at first.  He was restless.  On edge.  Tensing and clenching his jaw and hands.  They'd already fucked twice that morning and he'd tried for a third time before she'd complained about being hungry.

James glanced back up when he was sure she wasn't paying attention.  Something was off about her face. It annoyed him that he couldn't tell.  He thought he knew his fiancée well but apparently not.

Angela's canines scraped against her fork.  She'd banged her utensils against them several times, surprising herself whenever it happened.

An ache, lovely and warm but tinged with pain, spread throughout her crotch and she could feel cum leaking from her pussy.  Could smell it.  She inhaled while rubbing her thighs together.  Soaking in it.

"Want to go shopping with me to pick out some new bras?" she asked suddenly.  She smiled, a wicked little thing that made James' heart skip a beat.  "I'll try on whatever you want and you can tell me what you think."

"It's like you can read my mind," he told her with a wolfish grin that sent a thrilling chill down her spine.

She swore she could still smell his scent all over her, as if he stood against her.  It was strong today.  Sweat and sex and old cologne mixed with the hint of his shaving cream and something else.  Something that made her regret not going for a third round this morning.

"Maybe- maybe before then you can strip me out of my clothes," she told him.

He lifted her from her chair before she finished speaking and they kissed passionately on the way to the bedroom with her grinding against his dick the entire time.

---

"You're not reading," Angela said as they lay in bed later that night.

"Can't," he grunted.  "Too distracted."

Her hips ached.  After showering and shopping, they'd come home and fucked three separate times before dinner.  The ache was now a strange numbness and she swore she'd felt something pop in her hips when he'd been pounding into her after lunch.  She reached back to massage the skin below the twin dimples low on her back.  Bones moved beneath her fingers and she groaned while biting at her bedsheet.

Sweat rolled down her back.  She'd wanted to strip but knew that, if she did, they'd continue having sex until her mind was obliterated.  Her shirt felt uncomfortable against her overly sensitive skin and her body ached in a way that left her wondering if she had a fever.  She wanted to move, to dance, to run, to be caressed.  And, yet, she was exhausted.

Still, a strange heat wound its way through her restless body.

James scratched himself.  Hairs covered the shaft of his cock and the skin was thicker.  A small web of flesh connected from the base of his cock to his stomach.  He played with it idly, flicking it with his finger as he tried to relax next to his fiancé.

While they had a fairly healthy sex life, and he was always more energetic before the full moon, they'd broken a new record that day.  He gave thanks to the overcharged libido her pregnancy gave her and-

"Hey," Angela said while reaching over to tap his arm.  Her lips trembled slightly and she swallowed past her dry throat.  "Go down on me."

He rolled without another word while she turned to her back.  When he tugged at her shirt, she raised her arms to let him pull her shirt free.  His hands fumbled at her back, unlatching the wider band of her new bra.  She swore she heard him growl when her breasts were freed, but it was all lost to her when he bent to take her nipple in his mouth.

Angela moaned.  She reached up to claw her thick, curved gray nails through his hair while tilting her head back with her mouth open.  He nibbled on her nipple, flicked it with his tongue and then sucked on it and she gasped in return.  Her right leg hooked around him, pulling him down to grind his cock against her clit.

Hairs grew out from the thin, single-file line tracing up from her mound.  They spread in a slow, fiery pattern until scattered hairs reached out from a two inch wide strip.  His hands gently massaged her breasts.

"Harrrderrrr," she groaned and her throat vibrated until it was almost a growl.  He complied, digging his fingers into her tits to squeeze and pull while moving over to suckle from her other teat.

Lightning lanced down her core.  She gasped and writhed, arching her back up into James and then shuddering when she felt six little echoes along her belly.  Her moans filled the room.  Already she could feel an orgasm growing close, teased by the strange sensations fluttering along her stomach in time with the sharp, teasing feel of James' rough tongue.

"Yes! Yes! Yes Ye-aaaahn!" she moaned, rocking her body.  The orgasm was small and sweet and left her hungry for more.  She wiggled beneath him, trying to pull his head up to kiss him, but he pulled away.  Lower.

She sighed when she felt his kisses against her bare skin.  Beneath her breast.  An inch lower.  Another inch lower.  Another.

James inhaled.  Droplets of milk welled from tiny holes on the side of Angela's body.  He inhaled again, puzzled for a moment before pressing down to kiss her body again.  Milk touched his lips.

Can't be, he thought to himself.

Panic seized him as he pulled back to stare at her stomach.  The biggest thrill he'd ever experienced was mating with a she-wolf as they both changed under the full moon.  He could remember, vaguely due to the wolf taking control, sucking on the woman's teats when they formed on her body.  It was bestial and different and incredibly arousing to both his human side and his werewolf.

He stared down at his fiancée's soft, flat belly while his heart beat faster beneath his chest.

"Something wrong?" Angela asked, pushing herself up on her elbows.  Her heavier breasts pressed together, distracting him for a moment.

"No, sorry, it's nothing," he said, finally.  "Lie back down."

She did and he bent once more to kiss where he'd tasted milk.  Lower.  Lower.

Her pussy lips were slick, glistening in the silver light of the nearly full moon.  He could hear her breath catch when he wrapped his arms around her legs.  She reached down to touch his head when he kissed her clit.

"Yes, oh yes, baby..." she moaned when James gently sucked the little nub into his mouth.  He held it there with a muted growl, nipping at it while stroking it with his tongue.  Angela arched her back.  Her fingers clenched, pulling at her fiancé's hair while she raised her hips up against his face to grind into his mouth and nose.  "Nnngh, goooood yesssss."

Angela's small, pink pussy lips stiffened.  Nerve endings multiplied beneath the surface as they began to fill out.  The thin lips swelled into fleshy rounded edges that pushed away from her crotch.  James growled quietly when they rubbed against the stubble covering his chin.  Angela screamed.  She bucked and shuddered and nearly tore hair from James' scalp.  Her dense, partially folded gray nails scraped him hard enough to draw blood.  He bent lower while rubbing her clit with a thumb.

His tongue lapped up the cum coursing down her pussy as it tightened and moved.  Bones cracked soundlessly in her hps when her pussy was forced up towards her asshole.

James pinched Angela's swollen, distended clit as it was dragged down towards her thick, swollen, bulging pussy lips.  He licked between her lips but was forced to push his thumbs against her labia to pull them apart.  Angela screamed again.  The massive bush she'd grown lately trapped the scent of her pussy, enhancing it and driving him wild while the beast imagined it as fur.  He snarled and then groaned when he felt an itch low on his stomach.  A part of him knew his sheath was starting to form in place - a day earlier than normal.

Milk welled from Angela's left nipple until her shaking body forced the drop loose to roll over the side of her quivering breast.  Two more drops formed from holes hidden on her belly - one just beneath the wild tangle of her pubic hair and the other on the opposite side of her stomach, just below her right breast.

"Fuck- fuck me," Angela gasped while pushing her fiancé's head away.  She turned, moaning with a deep, growling groan as she lowered her chest, arched her back and raised her ass.  Her mind buzzed.  She felt wild.  Dissociated.  Nearly drugged by the hormones and the distant pull of the moon.

A slow, throbbing ache formed on her back, lost by the waves of pleasure spreading through her body.  Segmented bone pushed against the flesh until a wide, low lump appeared above the crack in her ass.

James growled.  He slapped his fiancée's ass and then gripped her hard, digging his nails into her flesh to pull the cheeks apart.  His growl rumbled in the bedroom before he inhaled her scent and she moaned loudly in return.

He crawled over her, something he'd never allowed himself to do before.  Mounting her.  His cock quested against her crotch as he grabbed her hands, twining his fingers in hers while sliding them against the bed, raising them higher.  He licked her shoulder and then pulled back while shaking his head.  Reminding himself he was human, not a wolf.

Angela's shifted pussy gave the perfect angle for James to slide into her.  She clenched him and gasped, trying and failing to tell him how amazing it felt.  Her words were guttural nonsense until he bottomed out, deep inside.  James lost himself to the position and his beast.  His teeth clenched against her shoulder just as the tip of his cock came dangerously close to her cervix.  Angela screamed and shoved, raising her head high.  She clawed, tearing holes in the sheets when her orgasm overwhelmed her.  James pulled back and she followed him, whining and unwilling to let him go until his teeth touched the curve of her neck.

She floated in ecstasy.  The slight alterations to her pussy continued inward and her muscles tightened, causing James to hiss when she crushed his cock.  He froze, growled and then pushed harder.  Thin pink flesh gripped his dick when he pulled out.  When he slammed back into her, a drop of milk fell from her stomach to the blanket beneath them.

He was already close.  The position, her smell, her strange tightness and their foreplay left him dangerously on edge.  His eyes shone in the moonlight, focused in the distance.  He tried to hold off, tried to think of anything else to distract him but her scent flooded his nose every time he breathed.

"Can't- can't- can't-"  he repeated.

His hands left hers.  He gripped the back of her neck and her shoulder, pinning her while leaning his head back.  A thin, raspy howl escaped his lips.  Angela shuddered beneath him when she felt him swell inside of her.  His cum drilled into her.  She collapsed and he followed, locked tight by her spasming muscles until she completely milked him.

James pulled Angela to her side.

"Stay in me," she said, reaching to touch his hip as she wiggled back onto his cock.  "I want to fall asleep like this."

He kissed her shoulder and reached around to briefly squeeze her breast before simply cradling it with his hand.  A single drop of milk fell down to his pointer finger.  It slid to his fingertip, shrinking along the way.  He expected to be awake for a long time - amped by the upcoming full moon and the thought of mounting his fiancée, but his snarling snores weren't far behind.

---

Angela stood beneath the shower.  Her wet hair clung to her back as she slid soapy hands over her body.  She touched her breasts gently.  They were sore again this morning and she spied a few more blue veins beneath the pale skin.  She sighed and continued soaping herself until she slid a hand between her legs.

Her brow lowered.  She could feel her inner lips against her fingers, thick and fleshy.  They bulged past her outer labia.  She turned, blocking the water while bending to stare past her tits.  Even from this position, she could see them.  Swollen, rounded lips with wrinkled pink flesh.  She pinched the skin between her fingers, surprising herself at how dense they were.

And sensitive.  Angela moaned.  Her exploration of the slightly folded distended lips turned to slow strokes that rubbed against her hooded clit and down.  She panted and then moaned and then slid down to her ass with her back against the water.  Her thoughts turned to the night before when her fiancé had pounded into her from above in a new position.  She moaned again and licked her lips, bumping over her extended canines when she plunged fingers inside, snarling at the way her curved nails clawed the muscles within.

Water ran down her back until short brown hairs emerged over her spine.  They grew in scattered, diminutive patches - barely longer than the fine vellus hairs covering her arms.  From her nape down in an inch wide strip that covered the faint lump of her tail.

She came and her leg kicked out against the tub.  Her free hand reached up to caress her breast. Fingers pinched her nipples as she squeezed the surrounding flesh, causing her to groan when a thin spray of milk lanced out.  Slowly, her finger resumed its stroking and she built to another orgasm.

---

"Maybe- maybe we shouldn't go," Angela said, not for the first time.

It was two days since James' return.  He'd come back full of energy, smiling and laughing and hugging Angela until she had to ask him to be more gentle.  His phone beeped almost constantly until he'd excused himself to make a call.

Her ears twitched.  Silky soft fur spread over the backs as James' faint voice reached her.

"... them... calm... need you to... interference for me.  No.  No.  In a week.  .... visit starting... Bye."

She'd asked if he was okay and he'd just smiled and said his family was eager to visit and give their congratulations.  His entire family, including the extended family he'd never mentioned to her before.  He'd told them to wait and they'd made their appointment to see his uncle Donovan first.  She'd expected a later appointment, but he had apparently cleared his entire calendar for her.

"It'll be fine, trust me," James told her as he watched the road.  He slowed, turned on his blinker and then pulled into the parking lot for his uncle's clinic.

Two nurses waited outside.  Angela stared at them and their wide, excited smiles.  The door opened.  The nurses parted as a boulder of a man stepped through the doors.

"There he is now," James said.

"Why are they outside?" she asked.

"Just, uhh, looking forward to meeting you, I guess," he said as he eased into a parking lot.

The nurses practically vibrated in place.  Angela's hand clenched against her purse, but she continued walking.  James stepped over to her, wrapping an arm around her before caressing her stomach.

She was starting to show now - a faint curve that kept surprising her when she noticed it or felt it.

"Angela," Donovan said.  His voice was exactly what she'd expected - gravelly and grave, but his smile was genuine and he wrapped his arms around her in a delicate hug.  "Congratulations not just on the baby but on the engagement as well."

"Oh my gosh, yes!  Congrats!" one of the nurses yelled.  "I'm Brinda.  May I hug you?  I'm so so happy for you both!  You have no idea!"

"Umm ye-" the woman squealed and lunged, burrowing against Angela's body with her arms clamped around Angela's back.  For a brief moment, Angela was certain the nurse sniffed behind her ear.

"I'm- I'm Sandy," the other nurse said.  She stepped from one foot to the next while scratching her arms.  Her lips pulled back, flashing her teeth several times but she ducked her head shyly.  Angela went to her and the woman melted when Angela hugged her carefully.

"Now, now, let's get you both inside," Donovan said.  He held the door for them until they were all within the clinic.

A young man stood behind the counter, beaming at Angela with something akin to reverence in his eyes.

"We're closed today, Blake," Donovan told him.  "Family business.  Reschedule anyone that calls or tries to come in.  Now, Angela, if you please..."

Thirty minutes later, a warm, wet cloth wiped gel from Angela's stomach.  Stunned silence filled the room.

"Triplets," Angela said.  "I- I- How-"

Donovan stared at James.  Brinda shifted uncomfortably when Sandy, standing beside her, dug her nails into the other girl's side.  The tension was palpable but Angela couldn't understand why.

"You're sure they're healthy?" she asked again, suddenly nervous that they were lying to her.

"Oh, yes, absolutely," Donovan told her while patting her arm gently.  "They're exactly where they need to be at this stage."

"James, how are we going to afford-" Angela started to say.  James opened his mouth but Brinda spoke first.

"You won't ever have to wor- tsk-" she hissed when Sandy's nails nearly broke skin.

"My nurses will help you get dressed," Donovan said.  "James, I have a gift for you and your lovely fiancée, will you come with me?"

James kissed his wife's forehead before stepping outside.  He followed his uncle until they were inside his office.  Donovan closed the door.

"Triplets!  Can you fucking believe-!" James crowed.

"James-"

"Three of them!  Has that ever-!"

"James!"

"I-  What?" James asked while blinking rapidly.  The growl was evident in the man's voice.

"She's showing signs of lycanthropy," the man said roughly with a quick glance back at the closed door.

"That's- that's impossible," James said.  "I've been careful.  And- and her smell!  I would've noticed.  We would've noticed.  She's human."

"She has teats, James," Donovan told him.  "The ultrasound showed the ducts.  Her labia are not typical and neither is her hair growth.  I'm not certain about her cuspids, but I-"

"N- no, I, I didn't bite her or anything!" James yelled.  "I've been careful this whole time!  She- she would've wrecked our fucking house during the full moon if-"

"James- James, calm down," Donovan hissed.  "She can probably hear you right now.  Her ears- never mind.  I didn't say she is a lycanthrope.  I said she's showing signs of it."

"But, what's-"

"The babies, James," Donovan said.  "They're affecting her."

"Oh," James said.  He swallowed and blinked quickly.

"I've never seen or heard anything like it," Donovan continued.  "Changes lasting outside of the full moon?  Never.  Sometimes the day before or the day after the three nights, but only in extreme circumstances.  Not- not like this."

"What's going to happen to her?" James asked, more calmly than he felt.  "Will- will she be okay?"

"She's healthy," Donovan told him.  He reached out to squeeze his nephew's arm.  "I'll need to talk to the others.  I have my thoughts, but-"

"Tell me," James growled.  His uncle sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"I think she'll see the secondary characteristics continue," Donovan told him.  "I think they'll stop at a certain point. I-"

Seconds passed.  James growled again.

"What.  Tell me," he demanded.

"James, they might be permanent," Donovan said.  "You need to talk to her.  She'll notice.  It's just a matter of time.  Hell, I'm not sure how she hasn't noticed yet except perhaps due to thinking it's pregnancy related.  She's glossing over so much.  Have you seen her nails?  Toenails and fingernails?  They're practically claws!"

"Oh, god.  Oh god," James groaned.

It was his fault for letting it go so long, but nobody could have expected her to get pregnant.  It was unprecedented.  His stomach dropped as he played an imaginary conversation in his head.  It would be problematic for anyone in their right mind, but with her pregnancy wrecking her emotions, he couldn't imagine the stress it would cause.

"Have it as soon as you get home," Donovan said.  "I'll notify the clan and we'll all be ready for support if you call.  Ready and waiting as soon as you leave here."

"Alright," James said.  He swallowed, squeezed his eyes shut, inhaled until he couldn't and then breathed out.

"She's a lovely woman," Donovan told him.  His voice relaxed and he leaned forward to press his forehead against his nephew's forehead.  "You'll be fine.  I see the love.  And the respect.  It'll hurt, but she'll come around.  I believe in you both."

"Th- thanks," James said.

"And, here, I do actually have a gift for you both," Donovan said when they separated.  He stepped over to his desk to grab a plain envelope with James' name on it.  "A blank check.  Go to a car dealer.  Pick out a minivan.  The newest, safest model with all the features.  Don't hold back.  I don't care about the cost.  It's already signed so fill out the amount and deposit it when you know how much you need.  There will be more, from me and the rest, but you'll need something for all five of you."

He stopped, turned back to his door and the examination room beyond and shook his head.

"Three.  Three, James," Donovan said.  "It's incredible."

He roused himself.

"We need to get you back to her," he told his nephew.  "Come on, before she starts to get suspicious.  And, remember, call.  Or text the group.  We're there, as always.  We'll have to get you a bigger house.  Some more land.  I'll talk to them.  I'll get it all ready for you."

---

"Are we really going to be okay?" Angela asked.  She rested her hand on the curve of her belly.  "How are we going to afford all of this?"

"No, yeah, we'll be fine," James said.  His knuckles were white on the wheel while his mind raced, replaying scenario after scenario in his head.

"I know your uncle will probably give us a discount," Angela continued.  "And we have insurance, but-"

"He won't charge us," James told her.  "Uh.  And he's buying us a minivan."

"Are you serious?" she blurted out.  "He's just- he's just going to buy us a- Like, used or-  No, it doesn't matter.  Wow.  That's amazing."

"Yeah," James agreed.  His teeth grinded together.  His stomach twisted into painful knots.  "He's an amazing guy.  They all are.  My entire family."

"Oh!  Can we have steak tonight?  I'm really craving it again.  Salt and red meat, I think.  And maybe some cookie dough ice cream."

As they approached their house, he tapped the garage door opener and turned, slowing as he parked beside her old Honda.  He'd buy her a new one.  Something safer for when she needed to run out by herself.  Maybe an electric one this time.

If she didn't leave him.

"Still, three fucking babies, Jesus," Angela said while unbuckling herself.  "My mom's going to flip.  I'll have to call-"

"Umm, wait," he told her after they'd stepped out of his car.  His hand touched hers gently to push her phone down.  "We should talk."

"Oh," Angela said.  Her face fell and her hand automatically went to her stomach as she followed James into the house.  She tried to firm her lips into a solid line, but they trembled and she sniffed while wiping at her eyes.  "Stupid pregnancy."

"Can- do you mind sitting?" he asked while pointing at their old leather recliner.

He noticed, finally, her teeth and realized what had thrown him off when he'd stared at her that morning.  It all made sense - her bush and her nails and the milk on her belly.  He paced while she fidgeted.

"I- I know that three kids sounds like a lot, babe, but, I really think we can handle it," she told him.  He could hear the fear in her voice and he stopped.  And turned.  And sat on the coffee table before her to take her hand.

"You're worried that I'm going to leave you," he said.  It wasn't the reaction he'd expected at all.  "Don't.  Don't be.  I love you.  I'm not- I'm thrilled that- Three kids.  I'm thrilled.  No sarcasm.  No lie.  I'm completely floored and incredibly excited.  I couldn't have a better partner through all of this."

"Then, what?"  she inhaled.  He watched her do it with her lips slightly parted and her eyes partially crossed.  Whether she knew it or not, she was scenting him and smelling his fear while reading his micro expressions.

"Do- do you believe in the supernatural?" he asked with his head bowed.  He massaged her fingers gently while occasionally rubbing her engagement ring.

"Ghosts and stuff?" she asked in return with one eyebrow raised.

"Sure.  But, umm.  Ugh," he groaned.  "You know.  Werewolves."

She stared at him with a questioning look.

"I mean, they're cool.  Werewolves, vampires, zombies.  Yeah," she shrugged but gripped his hand.  "What's this all about?  You're scaring me a little."

"And if I told you I was a werewolf?  That Donovan and his entire staff are werewolves?  That my whole "family" were werewolves?"

"That's- James, come on," she laughed.  Her smile faltered when he winced.

"My monthly trips," he continued.  "You never noticed they were during the full moon?  Every time?  I guess, you know, people don't really look at calendars anymore.  Or the moon much."

"You can't-  James?" she said while pulling her hand away.  "Now you're really starting to scare me."

He held her hand tightly and she looked down when he tapped her fingernails.

"I was always so incredibly careful," he told her.  "There's a- a long, convoluted process to induct- ah, that's what they call it. To induct new members into the clan.  We usually date and marry other members, but sometimes we go outside the clan.  That's what I did.  I couldn't find anyone that really matched with me.  Sometimes we just deal with it, but I wanted someone I loved and that's you.  And I was so incredibly careful.  Always."

"James," Angela said again.

"Did you know, there hasn't been a live birth of a werewolf cub in decades?" he told her.  "And nothing recorded in our history between a werewolf and a human?  Ever?   At least not written down. I thought we'd just live our lives and I'd introduce you to my life when the time was right.  It just- it just never felt right.  And then, the pregnancy.  The miracle of it."

"James, please," she moaned, her voice dropping as she pleaded with him.

"Look at your hands, Angela," he said quietly, raising them up.

"I don't-"

"Your nails," he told her.

"That's just- it can happen.  Hair and-"

He reached up to touch her ear.  She jerked by reflex but forced herself to sit in place.  His fingers rasped against her ear when he rubbed it and she shivered at his touch.

"Do you feel it?" he asked her quietly.  "Here."

He lifted her hand to touch her fingers to her ears.  Her eyes widened when she felt the short, silky hairs covering the back and the little wiry ones lining the edges.

"No- that's- that's just-"

"The milk on your stomach?" he asked.

"That's just leaking from my boobs, come on," she said, laughing again.  He looked up at her to see faint panic in her eyes.

"Lift your shirt," he said.

"James, I-"

He leaned forward to take the bottom of her shirt, pulling it away from her body.  She helped and he folded it on his lap.

"Lean back," he said gently.

She did and he bent forward to touch low on her stomach.

"Here," he said.

Tiny bumps, resembling faint raised moles were clustered in an irregular circle just above where he touched.

"That's-"

"And here," he said, moving his finger to the opposite side of her belly.  He lifted his finger, tapping her softly two more times beneath her breasts before lowering his finger to her mound. Thick, curly brown pubic hair escaped the band of her jeans.  The line of hair growing up to her belly button was more fur than hair now.  "And two more here, if we looked."

"What are- no.  No way," she said, shaking her head.  She touched one herself and jerked at the response she felt.

"Teats, Angela.  And they're still growing."

"I- I- Are you-"

He hugged her tightly, but her hands stayed in her lap.  After a minute, he let go and caressed her cheek.

"I'm a werewolf?" she asked quietly.

"No," he told her.  "I'd be able to smell it on you.  You're something else entirely.  Donovan said he's never heard of it happening before."

He massaged her hands once more while searching her eyes.

"I- I was going to tell you," he said.  "To ask you to join us.  To be one of us.  The babies- you were on birth control and pregnancies are already extremely rare, I didn't- I didn't think."

"So- so, what?" she asked.  "Every full moon you run off with your friends?"

"The three nights of the full moon, yes," he told her.

"Do you- do you kill people?" she asked and her eyes dropped.

"No!  No, Angela, no, never," he said quickly.  "We- we hunt animals.  Deer and- it's hard to explain.  We have a huge amount of land, it's-  Augh, I'm not explaining this right."

"Why am I like this?" she asked.  "What's going to happen to me?  Can we stop it?"

"I don't know, sweetheart," he said.  His heart ached for her.  "Donovan's looking into it already.  He's going to talk to the clan.  Ah, my people.  The other werewolves.  We- we call it a clan.  There are different ones all over the world."

They sat together, holding hands.  Minutes passed.

"You're famous, you know?" James said finally.

"Me?  Why?" she asked, genuinely surprised.

"I'm not kidding when I say there haven't been any children born to werewolves in half a century. I mean to any of them.  One would be incredible.  A miracle.  Three?  Triplets?  That's a once in a thousand years type thing.  They all want to see you.  You should see all the messages.  Fights broke out when they were trying to figure out a freakin' queue just to visit.  We- we get a little rough during the full moon."

"The nurses," Angela said slowly.  "That's why they were acting like that."

"Yeah," James nodded.  "Now imagine about a hundred of them.  Some worse.  Some way worse.  I had to tell my sponsor to handle all of it.  To be the middleman to plan for it when you were ready.  And that's just our clan.  When word spreads to the others..."

He paused.

"If.  If you're ever ready.  To meet them."

"What if I say no?"  she asked and her voice was quiet once more.

"Then- then they'll respect your wishes and-"

"No, I mean, if I don't want to be a werewolf.  Augh.  Even saying it out loud sounds dumb."

He almost told her about the profiling and personality tests.  His clan stalked her as a potential candidate before giving him a file with her information on it as a possible partner.  Hundreds of years of work allowed them to refine their process and they'd identified numerous markers for what made someone interested in the idea of joining a pack.

"Then you don't," he told her.  He swallowed, grimaced and swallowed again.  "And- and you decide if you still want to be with me.  And what to do with the kids.  You'd always have a support network, even if you went off on your own.  They'd always-"

"I don't want them, I want you," she said and she collapsed against him with a loud cry.

He held her tight and then pulled her into his lap.  She shook against him, sobbing with hot tears soaking into his shirt.  His own tears curled down his cheeks to drip into her hair.  He grit his teeth hard enough to cause his jaw to ache.  His hand rubbed the smooth skin on her back while he whispered soothing words.  He sighed when he felt the hairs growing over her spine.

Over ten minutes passed before her tears ran out.  She pressed harder into him and he held her tighter.

"What's it like?" she asked with a rough voice.  "Being a- being one of them?"

"I'm not great with words," he said.  "It's- freeing.  It's being alive.  It's- picture your happiest day where you've just had the best news and everything is going great.  Everything feels good.  Everything feels right.  There's no stress and you're just loose and relaxed and happy.  It reminds me of that.  There's less to worry about.  Everything Is simpler.  And it- it feels..."

His cock stirred and he growled.

"It feels good," he said.  "There's power.  The beast is inside of you.  It is you, but stronger and braver and powerful and it's always there.  Like- like a guardian angel giving you strength even when it's not the full moon.  But, when it is, you give control over and you're so much more.  And there's a connection to nature after your first full moon.  That I really can't explain.  That's why I love hiking and being outside.  The world is huge and wide, but you feel like you're part of it now rather than a lone person trying to survive.  It's like it's alive and holding you in its hands.  Like- like you're a beloved child.  You can actually feel it.  It's wild and-  And- I'm- I'm babbling."

"No, it's good.  I'm happy to hear it," she said.  Her arm slid against his back and he bent to kiss the top of her head, grateful for the small bit of reassurance from her.

"You would love it, I think," he told her, honestly.  "Not just the change, but you become part of a larger family, too.  Your whole clan.  It's a fierce bond.  They'd die for you.  Hell.  That was before you became pregnant.  Now?  Bearing triplets?  I- I really don't know.  You should've seen it.  I gathered them all and they nearly tore me apart when I told them.  Just a frenzy.  A wild frenzy.  Half of them wanted to go to you right then.  Just to see you.  More wanted me to get you and turn you that day.  There were lots of fights.  You're- you're like a goddess to them."

"Oh," she said, quietly.

"We all have a stipend when we're turned," he continued.  "They're- they're already looking at bigger houses for us."

He'd seen notifications pop up on his phone while he was driving.  They were nonstop.  Arguing about square footage and acreage of land.  He thought they were up to over four thousand square feet the last he'd looked.

"And land," he said.  "Money.  We'll, umm, never have to worry about it.  You can work if you want or stay home with the kids.  Babysitters-"

He barked out laughter.

"They were talking about a lottery to take turns," he told her.  "And needing to set us up on date nights just to get us out of the house so they could see the babies and take care of them.  It's-"

"And if I say yes," she whispered.

He hugged her tightly, afraid of what to say next.

"To become-?"

"Maybe," she whispered again.  "Will you show me?"

"The next full moon," he said quickly as if worried she'd change her mind right that second.  "If you want to see it.  Come with me.  We already talked about the idea.  They'd want to meet you, but they'd leave us alone afterwards.  You could watch.  Watch me- um, change.  See what it's like for yourself.  Talk to everyone.  And then decide.  If you want."

"Will- if I did, will this all go away?" she asked.

"I don't know," he replied.  "I'm sorry.  It's all new.  To all of us.  We- None of us keep the changes outside the three days of the full moon.  It might, umm, 'reset' you.  Afterwards."

"What will the kids be like?" she wondered, changing the flow of the conversation.

"I think- I'm sorry, babe, I think like me," he told her while reaching down to stroke her belly.  "Donovan thinks that's why you're changing like you are.  They're doing it to you.  They'd be true born werewolves.  I'm sorry.  I was careful.  Always so careful.  And your birth control..."

"Will you hold me?  In bed?" she asked.  "This- and the visit- I'm just so tired."

James helped her stand and they held hands on the way to the bedroom.  When she stripped, he saw the bulge low on her back.  He almost mentioned it but bit his tongue instead and joined her, slipping under covers to let her naked body press against his.  She took his hand from her chest to bring it down to her stomach while nuzzling back into him.

She fell asleep quickly while he stayed awake, watching over her.  Despite his best intentions, his own exhaustion from the stress of the appointment and explaining things to his fiancée left him dozing and then sleeping over an hour later.

"Hey.  Hey-" Angela said while elbowing James.

"Wha-?!" he jerked awake.

"I suddenly got really hungry," she told him.  "Steak and- oh.  Steak. I get it now.  Okay.  Fuck it.  I still want steak.  And cookie dough ice cream."

He glanced at his old clock.

11:13 pm.  Oh joy, he thought to himself.  The convenience store should have the ice cream.

"Yeah, of course," he said.  "I'll get dressed.  I'll have to go out to grab a couple things."

"And some antacids," she added.  "A big bottle.  My stomach's been sour for a couple days.  And, um.  Peanuts.  Cilantro lime if they have them but just salted is good, too."

He dressed as she added to his shopping list and found himself driving to the local big box store when he realized his grocery store was closed.  He rushed home to find her eating from a box of crackers.

He'd barely had time to brown the meat when he noticed her hovering next to him.  Drooling.  As soon as she realized what she was doing, she sheepishly asked if she could just eat it now.  He recognized the look on her face - half feral and hungry.  It was disconcerting to see it outside of the full moon.  He slid her steak onto her waiting plate and she scurried away.  His steak continued to cook, but he peeked around the corner to see her devouring it with her bare hands.

He ate his steak slowly while she moved from one food to the next until the ice cream container lay empty on the coffee table before her.

"Is this because of the werewolf stuff or because I'm pregnant?" she asked from where she reclined on the couch.  "Because I'm still hungry but so full."

"Both, probably.  I-"

"Do we still have that white cheddar cheese?" she interrupted.  "The fancy one?"

"Yeah, it's-"

She slid from the couch to stand and walk to the kitchen.

"I wish we had cheesecake.  Lemon cheesecake.  Do they make that?  Oh.  Oh gosh, lemon meringue pie.  Or-"

He listened to her ramble on about food as she collected a variety on a new plate.  A fond smile bloomed on his face, erasing the worry he'd felt earlier that day.

When they finally crawled back into bed at nearly 3 am, she pushed herself back into his chest.  They spoke of other things until she got up to break into the new bottle of antacids he'd grabbed for her. On her return, she pushed him to his back to lay against his side and they continued talking.  The conversation slowed, stopped and Angela's faint snores rumbled in the bedroom.  He kissed her hair, closed his eyes and slept.

"JAMES!  JAMES WAKE UP!" Angela screamed.

He was awake instantly, buzzing from adrenaline while scenting the air for whatever had disturbed her.  She shoved at the blankets while grabbing his hand and placing it on her belly.

"What-" he started to ask.

It moved, skin pushing against his hand in an eerie motion that took his breath away.

"Oh.  Oh, Angela, it- the baby.  One of the babies!  They kicked!"

"Ah!  Ah it feels so weird!  Ah!"

They waited together with their hands on her stomach.  Four minutes later, one of them moved again, a lesser motion but they still cried out together.  When nothing else happened, Angela groaned and got out of bed to use the restroom for the second time that night with a pitstop for more antacids on the way back.  Sleep was far away but an eventuality and they both woke late in the morning.

---

"I want to see it next time," Angela said in between brushing her teeth.  James stared at her, at the bulge of her larger breasts and the gentle swell of her stomach.  "And then I'll decide."

After a huge breakfast, they lounged in the living room to discuss plans.  They poured over emails together to see which houses his clan had picked for him and then decided who they would meet first - his sponsor was one but also the oldest member of the clan.  Rumors suggested that, despite appearing to be a fit, healthy woman in her late 50s, she was over 200 years old.  James had laughed at first until he'd listened to the stories she told.

He was busy reading through the potential homes until he felt arms circle around him from behind the soft touch of Angela's breasts against the back of his neck.  Her hot breath puffed against his ear right before she nibbled against it.  He shivered as goosebumps rose over his body.

"Does it turn you on?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.

"You?  Always.  I-"

"No, being a werewolf," she clarified.

He could smell her desire.  Red and sharp and hungry.  Something he'd only experienced before during the full moon with his ex-girlfriends.  He turned to see her staring at him and only now did he notice the slight points to her ears and the faint golden lines in her eyes.

Two drops of milk fell down her bare belly.  She stood back, naked and unashamed.

"Y- yes," he said and he blushed while cursing himself.  "That's part of it.  The beast- the animal- it has desires.  I masturbate a lot when I'm away from you and the hunt distracts me otherwise."

She smiled with a toothy grin, showing her little fangs as she knelt and he followed her down with his eyes.

Angela planted her hands on the floor before bending forward, painfully slow.  Her breasts swung beneath her while lines appeared around her pregnant belly.  His lips quivered as he grinded his teeth and growled.

She turned, watching him the entire time until she stared over her shoulders.  Her pussy lips were swollen more than he'd realized.  Dark pink lips pressing together until they almost resembled the spade-like pussy a she-wolf had during the full moon.  His cock surged in his pants and he growled.  Despite the thick fur covering her crotch, her distended lips pushed far enough away to be exposed and they shined under the lights.

"Did you fantasize about taking me like this?" she asked while swaying her hips slowly back and forth.

He could see the bulge of her tail twitching fitfully beneath its thin coat of fur.  He still hadn't told her about it.  The head of his cock slipped past his waistband to press into his hand.  He unzipped himself and stood and she moaned when she saw him.

"Yes," he growled.  "So many times.  Fucking you.  Biting you.  Changing you under the full moon until you were howling with me."

Angela moaned and flexed as if something shoved at her back.  She dropped her chest while raising her ass and it shook in jerking movements.  He tore at his shirt, ripping it from his chest while shoving his pants away.

"Do you- mmmmmrrrrr," she growled, raising her head and gnashing her teeth.  "Do you.  Want.  Want to.  Mount me?  That's the word.  Isn't it?"

He roared and nearly tackled her in his rush to enter her.  She gasped and moaned and screamed when his cock split her open.

"God! Yes, baby, yes yes yes fuck yes!" she cried out.  Her wetness sucked him in and she shoved herself back until her ass clapped his belly, sending shockwaves rippling against her cheeks and over the curve of her belly.

Words were lost to him.  He mounted his fiancée and pounded into her, driving her to the floor until she braced herself on her forearms.

"Do- do- do- do you- GOD! GOD YES I'M FUCKING CUMMING ALREADY CUMMING ON YOUR FAT COCK GOOOOOOOD!" she screamed as she spasmed around him and he moaned but continued slamming.  Unable to resist, he leaned his head down to bite her shoulder and she trembled and gasped and bucked from a smaller orgasm that left her unable to catch her breath.

"Rrrrrrrrrrrr," she growled, bowing her head.  Her hair cascaded around her, leaving her short, sharp furred ears visible.  He nibbled at them and she pushed up, shoving her back into his chest.

"Do.  Have.  Have.  Have a.  Knot?" she panted.  Her arms trembled.  She fell and he licked the back of her neck several times, causing her to whimper in return.

"Yessssss," he groaned.  His pubic hair tangled with the hair growing over her tail.  "That.  Morning.  We fucked.  First night.  Full moon.  I had a knot.  Then.  Almost.  Almost knotted you."

"You should've," she growled.  "Then.  You should've.  Forced it into me.  Spread me open.  I want it.  I want it now.  I want your knot now.  I want to feel what it's- it's- it's FUCK FUCK ME YES FUCK ME CUMMING AGAAAAAIN!"

She spasmed around his cock and he nearly lost himself to it.  Sweat poured from his temples and forehead.  His nostrils flared and he found himself growling continuously.

"Bite- bite me- hard!  Shoulderrrrrr!"

He obeyed her, crunching tendons and muscles beneath his teeth.  She screamed and came hard enough to almost push him out of her pussy.  He wrapped his arms around her instead, pushed as deep as he could and pistoned into her with short, powerful thrusts.

"Like.  This," he growled.  "It.  Would.  Be.  Like this.  Knotted.  Stuck together.  Mated."

She snarled and growled and struggled to get away from him just to be free of the overstimulation from her continuous orgasms.  He roared, finally too far gone to hold back.

"Oh! OH!  OOOAAAAWWWWWWWL!" Angela howled, true and clear as her fiancé unloaded deep in her pussy.  She could see it in her mind.  His red, fat cock with a bulging knot and it made her delirious with desire.  She howled again and James tried to join her but his rasping human voice cracked instead.

Minutes passed as they lay together with cum oozing from Angela's pussy.  She twitched occasionally and panted with her tongue against her lips.

"Can't.  Move.  Everrrrr," she growled.

James slid a hand over her sweaty, bulging stomach until he found one of her teats.  She moaned when he toyed with it and her ass grinded back against his cock.  It was still just a collection of little bumps, but, as he circled it, he felt puffy flesh beneath and it bubbled outward, pushing against her skin until it was erect and hard and wobbling beneath his finger.  A glance showed him it was darker than her nipples.

The other teats were struggling to form, but his attention was pulled away when Angela rolled him to his back to straddle him.  She leaned into his neck, growling and showing her teeth before licking the sweat from his lick - something he'd only seen in his fantasies.

Milk dripped from four of her teats, falling against his chest and stomach when she began to grind against his cock.

"What do you call them?" she gasped.

"Who?" he asked as he massaged one of her breasts.

"The girls.  Your girlfriends.  When they change," she gasped and moaned, pausing at the end of her flex when the head of his dick pressed against her lips.  She trembled and pushed and then moaned louder.

James pulled her down to kiss her.  He gripped her head, licked her cheek and whispered roughly into her ear.

"My mate," he growled.

Angela snarled while shoving down.  Her eyes were wild once more and she clawed red marks down his chest  as she pounded down against him, slapping her ass against his thighs.  Her fleshy, wobbling pussy lips rolled until they folded against his dick into a true spade that clenched him tight.

"My mate," she growled in return.  "My mate."