"Do you know how much I love you?" Frances Twist asked her wife, as she laid her weary head upon Samantha's shoulder.
"I can hazard a pretty accurate guess," quipped Samantha, before gently kissing the tip of Frances' nose.
"I only wanted what was best for Ben."
"I know dearest. You lean on me and I lean on you when needed, and I may need you tomorrow night, depending upon how things go at that town meeting," advised Samantha.
"Is it that bad?" asked Frances, looking up and seeing the worry on her wife's face.
"It's not a subject that has never come up before, but it's not a topic that's easy to discuss either," admitted the Town Chancellor.
"Are you talking about..."
But Samantha put a finger against Frances' luscious lips before she could finish the question.
"Let's worry about tomorrow night when tomorrow night gets here," suggested Mrs. Twist. "Right now, we can clean up from dinner and then retire to our bedroom for a nice, relaxing bubble bath for two before..."
"I love the way you think honey," replied Mrs. Twist, before the happily married lesbian werecats kissed.
MEANWHILE...
Nate Anderson was relishing the change once more.
Fur grew across his now larger, naked body even as his tail started to spout.
Ears shifted from human to lupine position as his muzzle extended.
More animalistic teeth and nails replaced traditional human ones as a werewolf proudly stood in his bedroom.
Ever since seeing that first movie as a younger kid, Nate dreamed of being a werewolf, despite how Hollywood portrayed them as "horrors".
This is the REAL me, he thought, while staring at his furry image in the bedroom mirror. Now if I could only be this way 24/7 without people going bat-shit crazy and wanting to kill me with silver bullets, but I guess part of the time is better than never.
Then thoughts of his boyfriend, future husband, and fellow werewolf Alex Ramsey crossed his mind, which made his lupine red rocket twitch happily within its sheath.
I better get a move on if I want to spend any time with Alex at all before curfew, since tomorrow's a school day.
But as he moved to leave his room, Nate's cellphone buzzed receipt of an incoming text.
MOM FRANCES SAID I CAN PLAY! was the message from Ben Twist, which made a smile cross Nate's muzzle.
Nate couldn't help releasing a brief howl of joy as he left his room.
"I wonder what that's about?" William Anderson asked his wife, even as the couple were undressing each other.
"Duh. Nate's furry and going to see Alex," purred his werecat wife, even as Martha Anderson began to lick her husband's vulpine cock.
William relished his wife's talented tongue and mouth giving him pleasure even as the werefox knew instinctively what to do. One paw began scratching Martha's feline ears lovingly as the other was working its way downward from caressing her furry shoulder blade to massage her bountiful bosom.
"I hope you're ready for some fun," purred Martha as she stood up and pushed William back onto their bed.
"Only some?" he said jokingly, even as she moved around to present her wet werecat pussy longing for his touch as she resumed sucking on his cock.
Eric Anderson was no dummy.
Although a were-merman's hearing wasn't as good on dry land as it was underwater, he knew what his parents were up to.
And his own penis was up as he tried to finish his shower and get back to his bedroom before his nightly Skype chat with his fiance, the lovely were-mermaid Julie Stovall.
In his Stage 2 form, with scales and webbing visible but his legs still separate, Eric found himself taking longer showers since joining were society, but no one within his family seemed to mind as long as he didn't use up all the hot water or Nate didn't need to use their communal bathroom while he was in there.
The soap suds weren't bad against his bare skin and scales, compared to the water by itself.
Yet it was always Julie's loving touch that he longed for more than anything else, so Eric never fully indulged in self pleasure to the point of actually achieving an orgasm.
It's always great holding and caressing the Jewel of my heart, and she has such a tender touch with me as it is, but maybe we could study massage techniques together... was the idle thought that crossed his mind.
Then the preset alarm of his cellphone sitting on the basin counter brought Eric back to the present.
T minus 15 minutes to Skype time! happily realized Eric, as he hurried to finish his shower and brush his teeth for the night before rushing back to his bedroom to talk to Julie over the Internet.