Marcia. Marcia the tavern wench. The more time went by, the more Marcia forgot her old life. So she used to be a college frat guy. Ha! So what? His life was so much better now! Well... HER life. Okay, she was a chick now. But she had no more homework, no more grades, no more problems with peeping in locker rooms. Hey, now SHE was the one enjoying the male gaze. And she got to see more extraordinary things here than in the human world. Who could claim to see gillmen, dryads, minotaurs, centaurs, satyrs and countless others on a regular basis? Frat houses had parties, okay. But now she lived in a place with parties every night! Parties with alcohol too! No worrying about legal ages, false ID cards or the cops crashing the coolest parties where booze was present! Marcia could drink as much as she wanted! And. ot just beer, oh no! Cider, wine, mead, liquor,... She had access to all and she cold drink booze with the customers! How cool was that? Sure, Karl had his moods but was really cool, when you thought about it. He just had his thing about boobs and as a minotaur, it kinda made sense. So fine, the rest could be enjoyed by others. Her lovers always said that she had a great shelf of an ass anyway. And her cleavage showed enough to satisfy their stares. Once their pants were down, her boobs held nothing to her vagina.
Except that she had so much fun with the customers that eventually she got pregnant. Karl knew it would ocur eventually. He did not care for the babe's daddy, as long as he'd get one of bis own at some point. He was intent upon getting a minotaur that was his spitting image sometime. He figured that whatever the newborn would be, it would mean help in the tavern eventually. And like some other men, he though pregnant sex was fun. Yet as Mercia's belly expended and the time grew near, she wondered what would come out.