Sunny garden rest

Artwork for dear Ryan Bends ^^

"This werewolf is visibly unhappy about her current predicament. Condoms, as it turns out, could not withstand the ferocious nature of werewolf love-making. After the two fell asleep tied together by the male’s canine knot, something went wrong. 

Normally, the two would awaken in their human forms, but the male awoke with his human face buried in the feathery neck fur of his still-werewolf girlfriend. The condom had broken, and her belly had successfully caught his seed.

Apparently a Werewolf’s curse would persist with a successful impregnation; an adaptation that locked a female in her bestial form to provide her with a body to accommodate the size and “feeding demands” of a litter of pups.

This young-mother-to-be was not impressed, to say the least. She warned him not to knot her, and when he did, she bit into his forearm in frustration. He assured her that it would be fine; that the condom would hold, and the two would wake up with the knot deflated and their bodies returned to normal. When he awoke in the morning, the now human male was shocked to find himself laying on a mattress of muscles, fur, and breasts. She hadn’t reverted… The young man knew he would be killed if she woke up to find herself like this. He knew he had to escape. Gently removing her massive arm wrapped over his back, he slipped past her ample bosoms to slink out of his bedroom. 

Wisely, he locked and barricaded the bedroom door just in time to hear his girlfriend howl in terror and rush the entrance. She wanted to rip him to pieces. Snarling, screaming, and clawing the room to shreds, the rage-filled werewolfess spent the next 2 hours threatening to kill her partner, and considering that she currently outweighed him with 250 pounds of muscle, claws, and teeth, he knew she would. Eventually, he was able to calm her down by talking through the broken holes in the door, and the two discussed their way forward.

In this picture, her partner —now her fiancé — thought it would be cute to take a maternity photo; something she obviously finds not amusing. Unable to go to the doctor, they found a shaman to examine her, and she was told she was carrying triplets. At only the second trimester, she felt as if her belly was going to burst, and she often complained about the soreness of her swollen breasts, and the incessant kicking against her bladder and guts by the army of bestial offspring in her aching womb.

The couple was told that her body would not revert until about 6 months after the pregnancy; yet another adaptation for female werewolves to ensure that a litter could be weened properly. Luckily, the couple is able to keep their dual income with her remote work. She learned to lie about the change in her voice by claiming to have a persistent cold, and she claimed her camera was broken.

With her hormones in overdrive, part of her fiancé’s penance involved daily and nightly romps; and with the size disparity between the two, she was often the dominant partner. Part of her still desired to shred her partner to pieces, and if it weren’t for his charming, childish, and innocent demeanor, she probably would. The two would make this work, despite how hard these two years would be. She never intended for this scruffy young man to be her mate, but in a weird way, she was glad to have him".

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