He takes a deep breath and puts in a serious face, his tone shifts into a more parental tone.
“Listen, babe, I love you, and I thank you for putting up with me and all this for so long. But when we get married, there’s gonna be a lot of hardship between what people think of you for marrying me and the people that already can’t stand me. You don’t have to answer right now, but I would want to know if you ever wanted to be, y’know, more than just you and me. Just, let me know if you ever thought about that.”
Shauna didn’t even think about the social repercussions of marrying a werebeast, how bad would the discrimination be? Would she not be allowed to shop at certain places without getting judging looks. How many people knew Marcus was a werebeast? How would people treat her if she became a werebeast? The thoughts started piling up, making her head swell, and Marcus could sense it, so he put his hands or hers and started talking to her.
“Babe, what did I just say? I don’t need an answer right now. Stop trying to come up with something on the spot. Let’s get married first! We can worry about the rest later. Besides, only the ones I trust know the truth.”
That gave her a little bit of relief, she knew enough, but she didn’t know everything. If she were to become one, who would she trust. She wasn’t close with all her family, so she figured cutting off ties with them completely wouldn’t be a bad thing. And the thought of raising a little baby bear made her giggle. She got up from the table and gave Marcus a long kiss, just before excusing herself to the ladies room. She teased him a little with her walk, she knew he would watch her walk away. She thought he was such a dork sometimes.
Walking into the ladies room, she pictured what she would look like in the mirror. She imagined she’d have a mix of extra fat and muscle, bigger breasts, bigger ass, a muscle gut, and wild hair. She’d look like a female bodybuilder, but then her anxieties started to twist the image. Her cute chub bubbled over into horrendous fatty cellulite as she grew extremely hairy, her pits and crotch developing forrests of body hair. Her body blew up like a blimp as she started to develop a stench of body odor and fish. She looked gross and felt gross which made her scream and run into the stall, locking it and sitting on the toilet to cry. There were too many unknowns for her to say yes. Sure Marcus looked like a sexy hunk of man, and his werebear form was actually just as sexy, but she couldn’t guarantee that she would look like that. Then another thought hit her as she opened the stall door again looking at herself in the mirror. This time, a bottom heavy mama bear appeared in her reflection, a cute tail fluff, monster hams to support her monster ass, a bit more belly than before, and some pretty nice sized tits (bigger than her current form). “Well, two out of three ain’t bad” she told herself as she cleaned herself up and washed her hands. Walking back to her table…