In the end, there was only one place that Mary could realistically drive herself.
The school may have been closed, but the faculty would still be there. Sneaking around simply wouldn’t be possible for her, especially in her current…state. Mrs Ethel wouldn’t be at her home as a result so going there was out of the question. Brittany wasn’t worth it. And the forests, while increasingly appealing - the idea of running, frolicking around, and hunting in just her fur feeling like a better and better idea in her head - was too far away. Two hours stuffed in the car to get there was too long for Mary. For now.
That left just her own home, which would thankfully be empty and give her the time and space she needed to work something out. Less than ten minutes of being squeezed in the drivers seat later and with the car inside the garage, she was finally out of the metal, plastic, and fabric confines and able to really stretch herself loose.
And it was now that the hunger pangs started, all that added Mass increasing the energy she needed to keep moving. No sooner had Mary made it to the kitchen - stifling a surprised yelp when her feet hit the cold floor - than she had the whole chicken in her hands and wolfed it down in a matter of seconds, not caring for the juices dribbling from her mouth and hands onto the floor.
“Ugh.” Mary groaned, her hunger sated for now, the fact that she’d just consumed raw chicken dawned on her. “Hope I don’t get ill frrom this.”
Though right now that wasn’t her greatest concern. The Sun slowly setting, and the Full Moon beginning to climb, Mary found herself starting to become restless, though she couldn’t quite put it into words, it felt like she, needed, to get outside into the air, preferably where prying eyes would be far away. The thought of enduring two hours pinned in the car to get herself to such a place slowly becoming a more tolerable endurance, if it meant having an entire forest to herself. And even hunting down Brittany was started to have some disturbingly tasty appeal.
But right now, she was under no illusion that she couldn’t risk being seen. Before she could even think about heading out, she’d need some way of keeping her current form out of view, at least from a distance. And fortunately, she had something that could do the job.
A quick run to her bedroom and wardrobe produced the only thing she had that could do any job of hiding her massive, muscular form from distant casual eyes. Some weeks back an order for a winter overcoat and hat had seen the supplier mess up, given her one sized for one who measured seven-foot-five instead of the five-foot-seven she was - at least as a human.
Fidgeting far more than she wished, Mary did manage, after some effort, to squeeze her arms into the tight sleeves and get the blood-red coat resting over her back. Getting it closed was another challenge. Even though the belt was little trouble, her huge breasts and thick body, plus the fur all came together to prevent several of the buttons from being able to reach the correct holes, from the neck to below the breast-line it had to stay open, revealing a massive amount of cleavage. And the hat barely stayed on her head thanks to her ears.
“I…look…rrrridiculous!” In the full-view mirror, Mary was treated to the surreal sight of a massive, bipedal werewolf.
Crammed into a too-tight overcoat and hat - the former of which looked like it was ready to tear apart at the seams - and so much of her legs and chest still in view she might have well have not bothered trying. In fact, just bending a little was enough to let her see her own crotch, and a small pull on the sides of her coat was enough to make her breasts bounce out and settle again, pinned in and up by the coat.
Now, with the Full Moon in the sky, Mary felt a pulling from somewhere in the deepest recesses of her subconscious. Drawn to the window, she opened it, hands over the sill as she leaned out, her yellow eyes locked onto the pale-white orb, whose light gloomed over the land.
Consciously, Mary was aware of what she was experiencing, a desire, a need, to race out there and Hunt. An instinctual drive that she forced down, at least for the time being, and forcing her nipples back into the coat seemed to help with that a little.
Forcing herself away from the window, into the hallway, Mary knew she needed to do something to distract herself from these growing instincts, that she began to fear could overwhelm her Reason. Trying to hole herself up in her home seeming a less viable option now.
But to go out would expose her to the elements, and perhaps worse.
Only now did Mary realise she’d been panting for some time, her body trying to expel heat, her hands clamping her mouth shut in shock at the act. Time, was beginning to run out for her. She needed to make a Call. Fast.