Jenna's Strongfat, Lycanthropy Pregnancy (Patreon)

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--- Prologue: Wolf’s Kiss ---

Jenna sat on the edge of her bed adjusting her short hair and staring out into the hallway. A presence lurked, hardly seen and shrouded in the darkness of the late evening. The moon had long risen, shining down with a baleful light. It was a full moon within the month of October, prime time for the evils of the world to be freed. One such evil stood in the doorframe, looking back at Jenna. It was large, stuck somewhere between the shape of a man and beast. It was the sort of thing that would prowl the dense forests, hunting for man and lower creature alike. Even through the thick, shaggy black hair she could see the tight musculature below. Hot breath poured into the room, the beast breathing like a bellows. It stepped through the doorway. The care with which it moved was more terrifying than a charge would have been. It understood how humans moved and that construction was priceless. A beast would destroy without regard for anything around them, but it took a human intellect to understand what was a valued target. Jenna shivered as she watched the beast move, restrained violence marking its passing. 

“Are you ready?” The voice was resonant, more given to howls and snarls than speech. Yet, it retained a regal quality. This creature was the king of beasts. Jenna had never seen a werewolf before. Prior to this moment, she had never seen one in the flesh. They seemed a figment of dark dreams and the primordial imaginations of early man. Skinwalkers and flesh changers, things that filled the time between the safety of daylight. Jenna quivered as the werewolf approached. His scent was familiar. They always struck closest to home. The true sadness of the werewolf was that they were the ones you knew. Maybe a friend or lover, they were swords of Damocles wrapped in furs. Jenna shuddered as the monster thudded up to her. “Hold out your hand.” It said in its resonant voice. Jenna did as she was asked. 

“Make it quick.” Jenna breathed, her hand shaking. She knew this had been coming since she had spied the beast prowling around her trash cans. There was little option for her. Her arm was plump and tan, perfect for fangs to sink into. As the beast lurched downward, she turned away. Jenna would not watch her flesh get punctured, nor see the blood which flowed out after. She would not even whimper. Her flesh had been given as offering so that she might continue her life as normal. Yet, after this communion of beasts, nothing would be normal.  

--- Morning After ---

“Hey, idiot, did you have to bite me so hard?” Jenna asked, hitting her sore arm against chiseled muscles. The bite wound throbbed, covered in flimsy bandages. The bleeding had stopped already, the cuts sealed shut magically. Jenna should have been forced to go to the hospital with the wound she had taken upon herself. However, the woman that had taken those wounds had been more human than Jenna was now. Already she could feel the change coming upon her. Through whatever magic animated the beastly side of her assailant, she was being remade. She was no longer Jenna Martinez, human accountant. Rather, she was Jenna, bride of the beast king. 

“Easier than what happened to me.” From the slab of muscles that Jenna struck came a snort. Jack shifted in the bed, looking at his wife. The transformation was different for every person, leaving markings and changes that were unique as a fingerprint. For Jack it had been sharp, yellow eyes. Even moreso than his hulking frame, his eyes terrified people. “I just got mauled in the woods on a Boyscout trip.” He smiled, showing a canine that was just a hair too sharp and long. “You got off pretty easy.”

“I might maul you if you tell me that story one more time.” Jenna rolled her dark eyes. Her short, dark hair crowded around the pillow. 

“Already wanting to become alpha of the pack?” Jack hugged his small but chubby girlfriend. “I should have known this would be a mistake. You can’t handle this much power.” 

“Power?” Jenna started to worm her body under Jack’s. Despite the night ritual, she was alive and excited. Energy was flowing through her. “Smelling like a wet dog every time it rains is power? Oh the fun I have to look forward to.”

“Well, that and tearing cars apart with your hands, tracking prey for miles, and being generally bullet proof.” 

“Bullet proof?” Jenna arched an eyebrow as Jack mounted her. 

“Generally.” The blonde man shook his head.

“Sure.” Jenna started to move her hips. “Well, fuzzy, show me this power that WE have stored up.” She provoked her werewolf husband, using her soon-to-be werewolf body. Jack obliged, starting to pump his hips. Jenna squealed, excited and terrified what her life would be like in the coming months. 

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Jack winced as he heard Jenna running to the bathroom again. It had happened for several weeks, off and on between mornings. There could be little doubt as to what had happened. He put his hands behind his head as he lay in the bed, unable to keep a wolfish grin from his face. His smile grew a little wider as he heard her being sick. This and other signs all pointed in one direction. Jack tried to calm his face as Jenna fumbled her way back to the bed. He glanced over, seeing her messy hair and almost closed eyes. She fumbled into bed, hand held over her stomach. 

“Doing ok?” Jack asked. 

Rather than respond immediately, Jenna threw a hand out and slapped his chest. “I hope you’re proud of yourself.” His smile came roaring back, ears lifting. She hit him again. “Jerk. Turn a girl into a werewolf and make her pregnant right after. What is wrong with you?” Her hand walked up his chest and squeezed his chin. “You better take damn good care of me.” It was finally Jenna’s turn to smile. 

“Haven’t I already?” Jack asked, earning himself more smacks. 

--- Approaching Transformation ---

“I swear you did this.  .mmmgghph. . .to be. . .oouhhmph. . .troublesome.” Jenna looked up from her meal, large glasses reflecting the beams of sunlight coming in from the window. She quickly returned to scarfing down her meal. A plate that once might have been a balanced meal was loaded up with all manner of protein. Bacon and sausage patties dribbled their juices onto several differently cooked eggs. Jenna scarfed them down, hunching over her meal like the animal she was. “Wasn’t. . .mmmgghphm. . .I round. . .mmgghph. . .enough already?” She complained across the table at Jack, who was calmly slicing his way through a steak. The two could not have been any more different. Jack was tall and muscular, filling a button up shirt and trousers. Jenna was short and round, with messy hair and disheveled sleep clothes. In the brief moments between bites, Jenna tugged at her shirt. Her belly rounded out far further than it should have, even considering the several plates of food she had consumed. 

“That’s just your hormones talking.” Jack waved a fork around, a fat piece of nearly rare steak at the end. It dripped juices down onto the white tablecloth between them. The steak floated up and down, Jenna’s eyes tracking it. “Pretty soon you’ll have your first moondance, then it will subside.” Jack closed his eyes, remembering the first time he had shifted from man to wolf. A lurch in the table brought him back to reality and he saw Jenna’s new fangs closing around the steak. Further, her saw her round belly resting on the table, perfectly taut despite the weight she had been packing on. 

“Yeah. . .mmmgghph. . .doubt itssch. . .just that!” Jenna ate as she chewed, rubbing her hand on her belly. She swallowed, flopping back down into her seat. She sat with her chubby legs apart, belly falling between them. She rubbed her stomach, working her hands over the taut, smooth orb. “The pregnancy hasn’t changed anything.” Jenna blew some hair out of her eyes, making her breasts jiggle. Though always a pudgy dumpling of a woman, Jenna had only gotten rounder as cravings and the ravenous hunger of a wolf-to-be had taken hold. Her breasts had jumped up several cup sizes, now somewhere between orange and grapefruit sized. Meanwhile, her butt had started to overflow the chair below her.

Jack looked away, embarrassed by the pride welling up in his heart. A pack of his own was forming. “Oh yeah, I suppose there is that.” He felt the back of his neck, squeezing the delight out with small massages. He turned back, eyes drinking up the round form of his girlfriend. “At least the change will come quickly. That will be one thing off your mind.” He smiled as she watched Jenna heft herself out of the chair she had been resting her fat in. she waddled over, far bigger than any woman should be at her stage of pregnancy. She wasn’t even a month in and she had a hefty, visible bump. A bump that was soon nuzzling Jack’s side. The short, stout woman pushed her belly into his side, rubbing and teasing him. 

“For your sake, it better!” Jenna hugged her boyfriend. “I’m going to turn into a real monster if this keeps going!” 

--- The Change ---

Jenna knew that her werewolf side was going to burst out of her that evening. She had spent the day wandering around the house, unable to focus or sit still. Despite the weight she had been putting on, her body felt energetic and light even. Her stomach burst forth from between her gray sweatpants and hoodie. The fat woman, now well over 200 pounds, had given up trying to keep it orderly. Her belly shoved through the soft clothes, bending the supple fabric to its will. Jenna had ignored the other clothes in her closet that were bigger. Tonight she would be ripping through them anyway, best not to ruin something she liked. Instead, the ill fitting workout clothes would be her sacrifice as she made the full change into a beast of the night. It wasn’t like she was using them anyway. 

“Mmmgghph. . .Jaaaacck!” Jenna called, discomfort growing in proportion to the setting of the sun. The darker it became, the more alive she felt. Likewise, the hungrier she was. Jenna shoved cookies into her mouth before taking a bit from a fat strip of beef jerky. Ice cream and pickles were set aside for strange combinations of confections and meat. Jenna lived in a carnivorous paradise, the shelves and fridge stocked full of every kind of meat imaginable. “Mmmgphh. . .will it. . .mmmgghph. . .happen. . .schooon?” She asked, mashing together the meat and sweets. Crumbs littered her large, milk filled breasts. The combination of pregnancy and lycanthropy had inflamed her hormones, sending her doughy body into overdrive. It seemed that everything was progressing too quickly. She gained weight at a rapid pace, her body filling out absurdly. For a while, Jenna had tracked the calories she was taking in. It was impossible for her to be as fat as she was. She had exploded to nearly 250 lbs, nearly twice as fat as she had been before everything had started. 

“Yes dear?” Jack strolled in, calm and collected as usual. His instincts were controlled, suppressed down below a mask of humanity. Jenna knew they were there though, she could smell the animal blood pumping in his veins. Likewise, she could smell her own. “Excited for tonight?” He asked in a playfully blasé tone as he poured a cup of coffee. He drank, watching his plump lover search through cabinets for more things to eat. 

“Excited to. . .mmmgghph. . .not be. . .devouring. . .everything!” Jenna said as she scarfed food into her gullet. She positioned herself in front of the pantry, feed spaced wide apart in order to deal with her girthy gut. Her bubble butt rocked back and forth, hitting and smacking as she grabbed food and scooped it into her mouth. Jenna scarfed and snapped at packages of beef jerky, desiring any source of meat that she could get her chubby fingers on. Deep down, she knew that she would take anything. Were a horse to drop into the middle of the kitchen, Jenna had little doubt that she would try to swallow it whole. Anything to satiate the cravings within her body. 

“Well, bad news, those don’t exactly go away. . .” Jack said, tapping his watch. He glanced outside, seeing that the sun had finally set and the moon was beginning to show its light. When he turned back to Jenna, he found a scowling pregnant woman. “But you learn to control them!” Jack was chipper in the face of threatened destruction, holding up his mug as a toast. Years of being an immortal, unstoppable killing machine had given him a unique perspective on danger. “We’ll just get this one out of the way and then see what happens.” 

“How can you be so-” Jenna stopped abruptly as a moon beam fell across her arm. The moon had risen quickly, the land blanketed in darkness again. She turned from the cabinet, waddling towards the window. The moon hung low under the clouds, massive in size. It was as if it knew that a new wolf was being born that night. Jenna watched it, her eyes widening as she absorbed the light. Her breath quickened, lungs filling and emptying in quick succession. Her gripped the window sill. Though her arms were flabby from pregnancy gain, Jack could see the rippling muscle underneath. It was not muscle that had been there days before. Rather, this was muscle that was growing from unnatural means. Jenna snarled, her mouth pulling back to reveal teeth that were sharpening and lengthening. Jenna hunched down, her body contorting as muscles thickened and bones reshaped themselves. 

Jack watched, eyes perking up with interest. He was holding back his own transformation, eager to see what happened with Jenna. Even as she hunched down she grew taller. The sweater wrapped around her doughy back tightened, finally shredding apart to reveal spreading fur. Silver hair moved in a wave down Jenna’s body, slipping under her sweatpants and then coming down to feet that now had large claws. Jack slipped from the chair coming to the pregnant woman’s side. “Easy there, doing good!” He placed a supportive hand on her belly, rubbing the tufts of soft fur which now covered it. “Nothing to worry about.” He held Jenna, feeling her fat convert into muscle. Her body devoured the gobs of soft pudge that she had cultivated over the lead up to her change, working them into iron hard muscle. Her arms bulged, instantly becoming bodybuilder sized. Her thighs flexed as her knees bent into a canine shape. Jack panted, excited to feel the changes coming over his girlfriend. “Keep going, let it all out. Just let the change happen.” He cooed, feeling her wildness grow.

Jenna jerked, thrusting an elbow back into his face. Jack took the blow, but his knees caved in for a moment. Jenna had the power of a horse’s kick in her hands. Even her smallest movements would have caved in one of the walls. She grew at a tremendous pace, body filling the little kitchen. She rose above the window, her head only a couple feet from touching the ceiling. Her hands scraped the walls as her feet tore up the tiles. She snarled, unable to think in human terms. She knew only strength and hunger, possessing both in even qualities. She smelled Jack more than she felt or saw him. Even then, the scent was distant and clouded. This was a small creature wearing Jack’s true scent. She hurled him back with a paw, throwing him through the table. Jenna howled, finally letting loose what had been building within her. With one hand guarding her pregnant stomach, she walked through the wall which led outside. Plaster and support beams crunched as she forced her way through with ease. 

Jack, from the little pile of rubble he had landed in, had already begun to change. He ripped through his human skin, sprouting fur and teeth and claws. He was once again shrouded in the darkness of black fur, an intelligent beast. His eyes glowed in the darkness, tracking the moving shape of his girlfriend. Jenna lumbered awkwardly, trying to get used to her bulky frame. She was caught between trying to run and cradling her belly. Jack’s muzzle part in a grin. He licked his lips, eager to catch up. He waited only to give Jenna more time. Her girth started to move more steadily, understanding the mechanics of her new form. It would not be long before she trusted herself to run. 

Jack stood, shaking himself like a dog to get the bits of broken table off of his fur. He howled, running after Jenna. He would chase her through the darkness of the world, teaching her how to be the best werewolf possible. It would be the formation of their pack, with many pups on the way. 

---

“Oooooohh. . .BBBLLUURRUUP. . .I don’t. . .mmgghph. . .feel good. . .” Jenna moaned, laying on the couch. She grasped her stomach, massaging the tightly swollen mass of fat and gestating babies. She had awoken from her first moondance in a state worse than any of her morning sicknesses or other pregnancy symptoms. Her body ached, as if it had been running all night. Which, it had been. Compounding her soreness had been her strange mixture of hunger and fullness. She had awoken bloated, her stomach inflated in a distinctly balloon-like fashion. It was like she had jumped several months ahead on her pregnancy timeline, her stomach so large that she had to waddle in order to handle it. Yet, for all the food packed into her, Jenna still felt deep pangs of hunger. “Mmmgghph. . .JJJAAAACCCK. . .more please!” Jenna called as she pushed in another sausage roll into her mouth. 

Jack entered, carrying a tray of assorted meats like a preposterously fancy waiter. As always, he moved with athletic grace. His sinewy muscles rippled below his shirt. “Would the lady care for more?” He asked as if the bellow from earlier had not occurred. 

“She would. . .not. . .would. . .oooooh god!” Jenna tried to fight her conflicted feelings, though it was obvious which side she chose. She shifted her large stomach and the chubby appendages attached to it with a ponderous roll. On her side, she reached over and tried to grab at the deli meats and bread. Even though it had only been a night of fun, Jenna seemed to have gained 20 or even 30 pounds. Jack watched with delighted interest as pockets of blubber he had never noticed before dance. The tray of meats came a little closer to Jenna to help her, but not so close that she did  not have to struggle. Jack could see even gravity pulling her extra chin towards the couch. The roll underneath her belly shoved out, pushed by both the amount of babies in her stomach as well as the digesting food. Though he knew it would be suicide on his part, Jack wanted to ask Jenna to try and stand. He was so eager to see her fat in motion. 

“We could take a little walk. That might help with your digestion.” Jack held the tray as Jenna stuffed meat into her mouth. He rubbed her belly with his other hand, feeling where the tautness faltered into soft fat. When Jenna said nothing, he filled the space with more leading talk. “You know, you’re a pretty good tracker already. You could smell that truck from miles away.” Jenna paused her eating to look at Jack with questioning eyes. He could not stifle a chuckle. “It was loaded with meat meant for a grocery. You ate like four boxes of sausages. High quality ones too!” His hand returned to the apex of Jenna’s belly. He could feel the loads of food inside digesting. Jenna’s stomach gurgled, no doubt borrowing powers from her wolfish side to help digest. Jack was lost in pleasurable thought, wondering how the rest of Jenna’s awakening and pregnancy might go. She was already so different than himself, more different than any of the lycanthropes he had briefly known in his lonely life as a hunter. He was so lost in considering the future that he had to be prompted by Jenna for more food. 

“BBBBBBLLOOOOOORRRUUUP. . .one more tray. . .uuuggh. . .then we’ll talk about walks.” Jenna said as she settled down into the couch. It seemed unlikely that she would be going on any walks. At least, until her moonlit form was ready to be unleashed again.  

--- With Coworkers ---

During the next transformation Jenna felt different. She was allowed to retain her human consciousness, though it was shackled and dominated by lupine instincts. Jenna was dragged through dark glens and ancient forests by a body and mind that refused to be shackled. Though only treading in the shallows, she was starting to understand the scope of her monstrosity. She was bigger than Jack, built more like a bear than a wolf. Her arms and legs were becoming tree trunks, twitching and pulsing with ropes of lean muscle. Her shoulders were broad and wide. She had been forced to transform out of the house, lest she smash it by moving. The fat upon her body had shifted and melted, forming into iron-hard muscle which covered her body. The only place she had not lost fat was her stomach. Even through her transformation, Jenna had retained her bouncing gut. It wobbled and sloshed as she ran, switching from two and four legs as the terrain demanded. 

“HAARRRROOOOOOOOOOOO!” Jenna sang as she reached the top of a hill, belting a resounding howl out into the night. A bellowing growl followed, echoing out of the pits of her gut. She howled and cried with her arms spread wide, bulky body exposed by the moonlight. Though immense, Jenna had not lost the many of her feminine features. Covered by a shock of brown fur, her breasts heaved with her accelerated breathing. In wolf form, they were nearly the size of melons. As a human, her breasts were not far behind. The course of her pregnancy had seen milk starting to fill them. The bounces and jiggles of Jenna’s breasts were only matched by her butt. Round and filled out by both muscle and fat, Jenna’s hips had widened sumptuously. Human Jenna could not help but be a little proud of what her wild form looked like. She felt like a goddess of the hunt, as much blessed with gifts of fertility as much as she was with strength.

A lonesome noise broke far away from her, Jack was calling. Jenna’s wide muzzle snapped to the right as she clocked his location. She turned slowly, her bulk not so easily managed. Jack howled again, having located something of interest. Jenna sniffed, wondering what he had caught. Her eyes, golden and beastial, lit up with interest. She smelled snack cakes. Like feral raccoons blown up to unrealistic sizes, the two had been raiding the convoys of delivery trucks that passed through the forest roads. Meat and sweets Jenna craved above all else, the food pyramid have long been obliterated. She returned Jack’s call with one of her own. It was time to feast again. This body needed much energy and sustenance. Jenna could sense that she was nowhere near finished with her growth. Her body needed more, anything to keep her furry ass and muscles swelling. The thought pleased Jenna, so much so that she didn’t even think about the consequences to her human form. 

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“Oh, here comes Jenna. Poor thing.” Janice, one of the ladies in the office said. The group had been gathered around the entrance to the office, waiting for the beleaguered pregnant woman to finally make her entrance. It had become something of a sport to observe and make guesses about how big she would be. They looked down, seeing the mother-to-be enter the elevator that would carry her to their floor. “Now! Everyone be on your best behavior.” Janice was quick to lecture the other women. At 45, with flaxen hair starting to fade into silver, she had been around long enough to be able to walk the line between gossip and cruelty. 

“Oooooh. . .we’ll beeeee goooood!” Annika could not speak without lengthening every syllable. She grinned wolfishly, ready to devour any comments about Jenna’s weight. As the formerly plumpest woman in the office, it was nice to have things change. “Like, I gained a liiiiiittle weight when I was pregnant with Sarah, but nothing like this.” Annika puffed her cheeks and held her arms out to simulate the weight that Jenna had gained. It was hardly even close. 

“Would you stop?” Erin flattened Annika’s arms, trying to put her friend back in order. “She probably has a condition. I don’t know how anyone else could get that big otherwise. Especially so quickly!” Being the director of HR, she had to at least try to prevent things from getting too mean. “She’s still a human being!”

The women did not get to say much else as the doors of the elevator opened and allowed Jenna to make her way slowly outward. Jenna’s mass was hardly contained by the little mobility scooter she wore. It seemed almost like a circus act, the world’s fattest woman on a scooter she had outgrown almost as soon as she had been put in it.  Five months of pregnancy had turned Jenna from a plump, mousey woman into an obese wreck. Her stomach bulged outward, only contained by her maternity leggings by the thinnest of margins. Fat, babies, and digesting food tried hard to force their way out of her pants. Her stomach had grown so large that the seat of the scooter had to be altered. Jenna leaned far back in her chair, giving previous inches to her stomach. The rest of her had not been spared any growth. Her hips and butt fell off into empty air, bouncing as she went over the little bumps in the carpet. Likewise, her breasts had exploded the formerly modest neckline of her white shirt. The office ladies were treated to a full view of all Jenna’s enormity as she wobbled in.

“Hello. . .ladies. . .happy. . .Monday!” Jenna wheezed and lifted a tired hand. The other women pondered how someone could be out of breath just riding on a scooter. “Mmmmggphgh. . .goodnesscch what. . .aaah. . .mmmgghph. . .weekend.” Jenna huffed, taking bites from a sandwich that had magicked itself into her chunky fist. The trio of office ladies all got different visions of how Jenna had spent her weekend, some closer than others, and all envisioning copious amounts of food. Of course, none but Jenna knew the full story. The office ladies imagined Jenna filling her bed, couch, or maybe sets of dining chairs and stuffing her face between naps. None pictured a lumbering form pushing over trees in a mad dash to reach a speeding semi-truck laden with food. Jenna did not provide any elaboration, instead continuing to roll her way towards her desk. There was a mini-fridge stocked well with much needed treats and snacks that she was dying to sink her sharpened teeth into. “How. . .mmhgghghph. . .were you. . . all?” The sandwich disappeared over the course of the question. Jenna’s free hand went to massaging her stomach, fighting with her gigantic breasts over space. 

“Uhhm. . .good. Hubbie and I went to the Covered Bridge festival.” Janice said, following along behind the nearly immobile werewolf mother. As Janice walked, she tried to get a full scope of her co-worker's bulk. Jenna’s butt stuck out several feet on either side. The full moon cheeks fell like sacks of wet sand, sliding out and around the small sweat. Jenna’s buttcheeks moved like small seas, with rolling tides that seemed to push their fat further out with the subsequent jiggles. The bar which held her chairback had been almost devoured by these two full moons. “We had some good caramel apples there.” Janice added, wanting to bait the discussion with talk of food.” 

“Blech!” Jenna turned her round face and stuck her tongue out. “I think. . .itsssch. . .the pregnancy. . .but I cannot do. . .fruit anymore.” Jenna’s hand trailed to her stomach, the talk waking up her appetite even further. Pudding waited for her in the fridge, along with succulent cuts of pork. “It jussssccht. . . tastes so. . .gross now.” Internally, Jenna laughed, knowing the real reason fruit no longer called to her. “I don’t think I could ever give up candy though!” She followed up quickly, her fatigue breaking as excitement filled her. That weekend she had taken an entire Hostess truck. Her fuzzy arms, rippling with power, had hefted the semi-trailer up. The forest shook as the combined weight of her and the truck had gone through the woods. Jack had followed behind, having captured a small elk to eat. She had woken the following morning naked and covered in wrappers. Her body had been a sticky mess, so fat and stuffed that she could not move. Whatever muscles she was granted under the power of the moon did not translate into the rising of the dawn. 

“Juuuuuust ice cream for Jenna!” Annika laughed, not catching that Jenna had specified fruit. “She only wants the fun pregnancy cravings!” Annika ran forward, wrapping an arm around the doughy expanse of woman. Annika’s bits of baby weight were overpowered and dominated by Jenna’s hefty flab. Jenna, not averse to a little mischief, started to lean her fat on Annika. As the smaller woman was forced to hold more and more pregnant mass, she sank towards the ground. The scooter popped off of one wheel, falling in line with Jenna’s sloping blubber. The werewolf could smell Annika’s feelings, the animus rising off of her like carrion stink. With the supposed reversal of fortune, Annika believed herself superior. Jenna was happy to let her think that, though she was not going to make it easy. “Uuuggh. . .I remember. . .how much. . .weight. . .I put. . .on.” Annika had gone from resting on Jenna to supporting her. Her knees knocked together, shaking as she met hip to hip with her massive coworker. Finally, the pressure became too much. Annika shoved Jenna back over, though tweaking her hip in the process. 

Jenna bore a self-satisfied smile as her scooter thumped back down. She grasped her belly with both hands, wanting to both protect it as well as feel the jiggles. A shudder went through the office, the floor even cracking inwards as Jenna’s immense weight landed. Her scooter plowed onward though, powered by its battery and Jenna’s hunger. The fridge was so close now, the food inside calling to her. Jenna could smell it, her mouth growing wet. Sharp canines ducked over her lips, ready to cut and tea through the tender pork cutlets. Jenna powered the scooter forward, leaving her coworkers behind. Janice and Erin helped Annika hobble back to her desk. Soon, the three could hear Jenna digging ravenously into her food. Each wondered how much bigger she would be by the end of her pregnancy. 

--- Stuck ---

Jenna lumbered back toward the house, striding proudly after another successful hunt. Her broad shoulders were spread wide, sacks of looted goodies slung over them. Though heavier than a man could lift, they were as nothing to the beefy werewolf mother. The looted groceries within bounced in step with Jenna’s gut. Now close to the end of the sixth month of her pregnancy, Jenna was larger than ever. As a human, she was a roly-poly dollop of fat. However, as a werewolf, she was a towering monstrosity of muscle shaped into the vague shape of a woman. 

“Good night, I would say.” Jack loped along next to Jenna. Comparing the two, Jack seemed emaciated next to Jenna. She now overtopped him by several feet, almost a full story in height. Jenna was vastly wider, muscles, fat, and curves stretched out to three door widths. “You’re getting pretty good at hunting semis.” Jack snickered, his mouth pulling back to reveal sharp teeth and foggy breath. A clawed hand grabbed a buttcheek that was bigger than his head, lovingly caressing the muscle and fat which intermingled. 

“Hey!” Jenna tried to swat him away first with her tail, when that failed she used a heavy hip. Jack flew back several feet as the fluffy wrecking ball hit home. “I’m only carrying a litter of YOUR babies here!” Jenna dropped one of the sacks. The mention of her needs caused her stomach to rumble. She lifted the sack and started to rain fatty cuts of steak into her mouth. “Mmmghph.. .you think. . .bbbbloooouuurruop. . .I could do that. . .under. . .30,000 caloriescch?” She sucked down the meat, crunching through the bones of t-bone steaks as if they had been waffle cones. Her arms flexed, several times thicker than even the most dense lamp posts. All the fat that Jenna built as a human fed into her muscle as a werewolf. “Mmmgghph. . .sidescch. . .who wantssch to. . .mmmghph. . .spend all night. . .uuummghph. . .hunting elk?” Jenna brushed the suggestion of healthier prey aside. Though blessed with unending strength, Jenna was finding that she was not the most active hunter in the world. The fun of filling her belly far outweighed her enjoyment of the hunt. 

“As long as you can still fit in the house. . .” Jack picked himself in and started to guide his girlfriend towards the open garage. It was the only place that could reasonably hold the lump of fur and muscles until the sun returned her humanity. Jenna continued to gobble food down, finishing the sack in seconds. Rather surprisingly, after she was done, the monstrous wolf decided on a different entrance. 

“Of course I can. . .BBBBOOOORRUP. . .still fit!” Jenna huffed and smashed down a foot that crack the pavement and shook the foundations of the house. Both wolves could hear plates falling from within. Thankfully, Jack’s house was isolated. Outside of the odd traveler, it was unlikely anyone would stumble upon them. “How big do you think I am?” The mountainous wolf looked down at her not-so-small boyfriend. 

“Come on, Tiny, don’t ruin our front door because you have a point to prove.” Jack rolled his eyes. Though his words suggested he didn’t want Jenna to try, the pheromones he gave off revealed the real truth. There was something exciting about watching the massive lycanthrope mother using her mass that excited him. 

“Pffft. . .I’m as. . .OOOORRRUUP. . .delicate as. . .UUUURRRRUUP. . .cat!” Jenna belched, reducing her stomach just a little. It was still big enough to house a bicycle. 

 Unable to be stopped by Jack, Jenna lumbered towards the front door of their house. Behind her, the rays of the sun had just started to shine. It would not be long before the sun would turn her back into a pile of blubber. Before that happened, Jenna wanted to make her point. A large paw curled around the handle and started to open it. Though Jenna tried to be careful, her strength was too much. The door was ripped from its hinges, the knob utterly crushed and ruined. The plaster around the frame crumpled soon after, leaving a hole in the front wall. Even with the large, gaping cavity in the front of the house, it was unlikely that Jenna could move through it without issue. 

“No time like the present for a little renovation, I guess.” Jack sat on the ground, folding his feet together in an unncanily human position. He leaned back, interested in the display he was about to witness. Jenna’s bulk was so large that it obstructed most of the hole. When she turned to chide him, her breasts and sagging gut blocked even more. 

“SSSSH! Not all of us are stealthy hunters!” She put a long finger to her lips. Jack felt his heart skip a beat. There was something amazing about watching such a nightmarish creature move in such human and womanly ways. Jenna could have lifted, ripped, and eaten a car with little effort, yet she had all the demeanor of a frustrated lover. “I can. . .uuugggh. . .do this!” She stooped, widening her thick thighs so her rotund belly could pass without issue. Her muscled back tensed and rounded as she ducked her head as far as possible. Jenna’s snout was almost hidden in the bunching of her neck fat and the breasts underneath. She huffed and panted, trying to make her body move in ways it simply was not built for. She was a creature of brute strength, meant to crush and rend, rather than move gracefully. Jenna grabbed the top of the roof, slightly lifting the house as she tried to waddle her mass in. Jack snickered, not minding that he could see the foundations of his house shifting. “Stop. . .nnngggh. . .laughing!” Jenna snapped. She grunted from the struggle of keeping her mass restrained, rather than the weight of an entire house resting on her shoulders. 

“Careful! Your belly is almost touching the ground.” Jack snickered more as rays of the sun started to touch his back. These were the brief seconds that his night fur was allowed to feel the warmth of the sun. It would not be long before the pair began to shift back. Jack would return to a tall, handsome man and Jenna a beautiful, albeit nearly immobile, woman. 

“I’m close. . .gggrrrruuuugggh. . .schoooo closescch!” Jenna said, less than half of her total mass actually through the expanded, crumbling entryway. As with her human form, her pregnant stomach led the way. It billowed outward, made even more taut and submarine shaped by the pounds of food she had eaten. Her breasts came next, as big around as care tires. Her neck fat bulged around her muzzle and face, like a fleshy version of 17th century ruff. Fitting as Jenna might have become lycanthrope royalty by virtue of her mass alone. She growled, hunkering down even lower. Her belly indeed did touch the ground. Her arms billowed and exploded in size as blood was pumped through the muscles. Her thighs had a similar treatment. Her tail swished in frustration. Not used to being so cramped, Jenna tried to stand a little. The frame of the house crunched as a beam broke over her shoulder. “Dammit!” The earth shook as Jenna tried to move again. Jack watched the walls catch her blooming hips and the sides of her belly. Both Jenna and the house sagged down at the same time. “I’m stuck.” Jenna mumbled in her deep, resonant voice. 

“Well. . .it might not be the biggest problem we have.” Jack said, approaching Jenna. He petted her. She shivered as she felt smooth, human hands running through her fur. It seemed like sunlight was flowing in the paths that Jack’s fingers left. She jerked upright as her mind made connection. “Seems like you are stuck in more ways than one.” Jack said, looking up at his girlfriend. The sun beamed down on her, exposing her boulder-like form to the fresh day. She had not changed back.