Kompera

Werewolf

Added 2022-03-31 16:26:49 +0000 UTC

Note: This is a story-prompt for Absolus.

“Last night meant nothing,” said Laura firmly, arms crossed where she stood against the frame of her front door.

“Of course,” said Luke. He was standing on her doorstep. “I had a little too much to drink—”

“We both did,” Laura assured. She and Luke had dated a year ago. Things hadn’t worked out, but they had decided to stay friends. And it had actually worked out. She didn’t want to jeopardize that. “Well…get home safe,” she said awkwardly.

“Have a good one,” Luke bid farewell, though his ice blue eyes had the tendency of drawing a person’s entire focus.

Laura belatedly tore her gaze away. She closed the door, leaned against it, and sighed.

The first episode occurred about four months later.

Laura was sitting at her pottery class, molding her clay on a wheel, when pain shot through her abdomen. Her fingers contracted around the clay, completely mutilating the vase she had been working on. Then she just hugged herself, groaning as she physically felt her belly somehow expanding, pressure filling her as her skin tightened and shuddered. By the time she regained herself, she was surrounded by worried classmates and covered in clay. She suddenly looked visibly pregnant. Laura gazed down at herself in shock.

Luke was a werewolf, apparently.

“I’m so sorry. I was certain I used protection,” he apologized profusely.

Laura was still rather stunned by this development. She wouldn’t have believed it had she not personally experienced the consequences a few days before. “So this…this baby…”

“It will continue to grow in …episodes. Once a month. As I understand, they can be quite…painful. And likely, it’s…more than one. Wolves have litters.”

“Oh god.” Laura had to sit down.

Luke sat on the couch beside her, rubbing her back consolingly. “It’s okay. We’ll figure this out.”

A month later, the moment the full moon peeked out, Beth was on all fours in the grocery store, arching and groaning, trying to bear the combined pain and pressure, as it was worse than before. Soon she found herself on her side, hands gripping at her shuddering abdomen. She could hear a small crowd of people forming around her. God, why hadn’t she paid attention to the date? “Nrggghhh…fuhhh…” She moaned, writhing. Her insides lurched and spasmed. She could hear someone on the phone, calling 911.

When the episode ended, she was flushed and sweating, while sprawled on her back on the hard cold floor, feeling nothing short of mortified with herself.

She tried to get up, despite being dissuaded to. Someone reluctantly helped her to stand.

“Miss, you should stay put. An ambulance is on the way,” one of the pedestrians assured.

“No, I — I have to go.” Folding her arms over the now-bigger swell of her belly, Laura hurried off.

By the seventh month, she looked at term with child.

Luke had gotten a special herb from some magician or the other. So he wouldn’t change that night. He wanted to be with her, if just once. And so he was, with her, as the sun steadily set and the full moon took to the sky. He gripped her hand as his canines extended, though he didn’t transform beyond that.

They had decided to try to make things work. For the baby. Babies? Laura gulped.

As the moon reached its peak, Laura was again overwhelmed by pain. It felt like she had been stabbed with a knife, and it was twisting slowly inside of her. She felt hot and dizzy, her vision blurring. She could still feel her belly inching forward, growing in pulses. She struggled to breathe and gripped onto Luke like a lifeline.

Her belly was surging, the buttons straining on the maternity blouse she had on. The fabric was sliding up, revealing the underside of her swollen mound. “Mmmmghhhh…” She moaned, lips pressed tightly as she buried her face against Luke’s shoulder, his hand cupping her huge, heaving mass. When it finally passed, she was left gasping. Boneless.

She couldn’t believe how big she was getting. She didn’t know how she was going to bear all this. Luke’s hands diligently rubbed into her abdomen and she sobbed in fear of what was to come.

It sucked to be alone.

But this was it, wasn’t it?

At nine months, she swore, her belly was approaching the size of a beach ball. She groaned whenever a baby cuffed or kicked, her orb constantly shivering with movements.

It was the night of the full moon, and despite meticulous preparation, Laura couldn’t say she felt remotely ready for this. The same magician, Luke was acquainted with, would be handling the birth, but it wasn’t reassuring. The woman looked ancient and hardly said a word to Laura.

Laura could tell when the moon hit the top of the sky, by the way her belly clenched in pain, the familiar sensation of pressure filling her as she groaned and fumbled beneath the massive sphere. She moaned as her belly steadily grew wider than the rest of her. She clutched it, trying to push her children back in. “Nrrgghhh…noo…” she moaned, as sharp, unrelenting pain took reign of her body, her belly jerking forward by inches. Suddenly fluid splashed down from between her quavering thighs.

It was just massive. Despite her weight gain throughout the pregnancy, the mound practically dwarfed her. She thought it resembled a boulder, it was just so huge. Then her muscles clenched with forceful contractions that left her howling in agony. She imagined she could hear her lover doing the same, somewhere in the distance.

Nearby, the magician calmly mixed herbs, offering quiet reassurances. Laura hardly heard them.