{{While the Moon Lake threads take up most of my CYOC.net time, I still want to see how this story turns out, so...}}
Meghan's mother walked down the stairs into the kitchen.
In hindsight, sauntered down the stairs was a more accurate description.
There was a definite sway to hips and a confidence as she walked. As if everyone else around her was just prey and could be conquered at any moment.
"M-mom?" began Meghan, noticing that not only was the lion tooth necklace around the woman glowing like the ones around all her sisters, but that her mother's eyes now matched the green glow, right down to their feline like shape.
"Yes dear?" asked Mrs. Davis, although why she still used the formal title since her husband was long out of the picture was beyond Whitney.
"You..."
"Yes honey?" wondered her mother.
Meghan couldn't help noticing that her mother was now both taller and more bountiful in the bosom, although part of that might just be the way she carried herself now. And did she look a bit younger too?
But how come Meghan, out of the entire family, was the only one to notice?
"Err... do you have any more of the steak left?" asked Meghan, thinking now was not a good time to broach the subject she really wanted to ask without more information.
"Of course, just a minute honey," replied her mother happily.
Even as she smiled, Meghan couldn't help noticing that a couple of her mom's front teeth now looked a little sharper and more pointed.
Soon Meghan was digging into her share of the steak tartar just like her sisters.
Her mother got her own serving and sat down at the table with her daughters.
Meghan soon noticed a couple of more odd things. Only her mother had any hint of green/feline eyes, although she had to look in a mirror to check hers. Also, Meghan was the only one using silverware. Everyone else was digging into the meal with their hands, and even licking the plates and their hands (paws?) clean with their tongues when finished.
What is going on around here? In the past, mom would freak out if any of us behaved like this.
Yet was all her sister's finger nails now a little longer than before?
I've got to be imagining it, thought Meghan, before noticing that both her and her mother's finger nails were a little longer too.
As they drew near the end of their impromptu breakfast, Mrs. Davis asked, "Now then, I know it's Saturday, but does anyone have plans?"
When there was no immediate answer, their mother added, "Don't worry, this doesn't involve housework or other chores."
With that potential point of dread out of the way, all of her daughters answered "No."
"Good," said their mother with a smile, the new points of her teeth a bit more noticeable. "Those nice boys next door, Eric and Murphy of that new Omnia Animalia Accipiunt fraternity, are all by themselves, so I've invited them over for dinner this evening."
WHAT? Meghan wanted to scream, as everyone else around the table smiled at the thought of company coming, but for some reason didn't.
Rolling her tongue within her mouth, Meghan did notice that only mom had any signs of pointed teeth.
Yet?
Other than needing help setting the table later that afternoon, all anyone else had to do was just show up on time in their prettiest outfit, explained their mother.
Meghan had mixed feelings about that. There was definitely some kind of... attraction going on, and she wanted to find out more about it and them.
Yet Meghan didn't want any competition, especially not from either her mother or Grace, the oldest of the Davis daughters.
I saw them first. They're mine! Meghan wanted to yell (roar?) as she felt a heat rising in her body, especially between her legs and around her bosom.
Everyone was excused to go to their respective bedrooms until closer to dinner.
As all her sisters started to leave, Meghan heard them starting to argue over who had dibs on the bathroom, for all of them wanted to take long (sensual?) bubble baths in preparation for tonight.
But as Meghan started to get up and leave the kitchen, her mom called to her.
"Yes mom?" she asked.
"You and me will be... sharing my private bathroom in the master bedroom to get ready for this evening," Mrs. Davis said with a smile. "Eric and Murphy are especially interested in you," she added, before giving her daughter a chaste kiss on the cheek...
...and caressing her rear with the hand not holding a stack of empty dishes.
Meghan's facial cheeks blushed a fiery shade of red in embarrassment, then she hastily left the room and ran upstairs, flushed and flustered beyond belief.