"Sure," Carrie said, grabbing John's (sweaty) hand, and leading him into the house, following Lolita. Carrie couldn't help but be amused at her husband's feeble attempts to hide his fetish even now.
The house, though small, was elegantly decorated. The walls were all painted a pastel pink, and the shag carpet was a complementary cream color. There was a large sofa and a reclining chair, along with large-screen television set, but the living room was dominated by two things. Along one wall was a line of curio cabinets, each filled with obviously pricy vases and other ceramic pieces. The wall above the sofa was covered in countless photographs, many of Lolita, but also of several other women. Each was a double exposure, showing the subject as a human, and then as a bustier (but still quite attractive) werewolf. "Did you draw all of these toons?" Carrie asked John, pointing to the wall.
"A couple look familiar, but no...not all of them," John said, looking a little confused.
"I can explain that," Lolita said, "A couple of them, you did draw, but only once or twice." She pointed at a blonde woman, "That's Diane, you put her in one of your earliest strips. She was a hat-check girl at the club, and someone whistled at me, so I ran into the garment room and she was there. I changed, we fucked, and I bit her on the clit, making her a werewolf like me."
"Oww! That doesn't sound like much fun," Carrie said, reflexively covering her groin in a sympathetic pain-like reaction.
"Actually, every woman I've ever been with has said it's the biggest orgasm they ever had in their life," Lolita smirked, "My bites don't hurt at all."
"Well umm.." John said, still flustered by the whole situation and trying to change the subject, "What about the rest of these, then?"
"Free will, remember Johnny Boy?" Lolita asked. "If you remember correctly, you drew me with a voracious sexual streak. Hell, the first year, I think I did ten women for every man I had in the strip. It wasn't until you started drawing yourself into the strip that I stopped."
"Right...but it was only in your wolf form before..and you always tried to hide away from everyone...this seems different," John said.
"Like I said, Johnny Boy, free will. Once I came into being over here, I got the free will. I found out that the change feels good. I figured out that humans will pay to be turned into a werewolf, or have sex with one. And I figured out that I like pussy as much as cock, possibly more. All those girls aren't toons...some of them are humans that decided to live here forever, so they didn't have to stop being werewolves when they left," Lolita said, "Because they loved being a werewolf so much, and they knew they'd be reverted to normal if they tried to leave."
"Wow," John said, "It feels that good, huh?"
"Yes indeed, Johnny, yes indeed," Lolita told him, smiling wistfully. "And since I'm the one who bit them, they all turn out like me. The more I've done it, the more I like making people into werewolves. I almost like it more than the sex. The sex is like foreplay to me now, the big payoff is seeing them change into the werewolf form later on. Everywhere I go, everyone I see, I picture them changing into werewolves, and realize how beautiful it would be. Sometimes, I think about just changing and biting people left and right, but I know that would be wrong."
"You like it that much, huh?" Carrie asked, feeling quite tempted by this woman...a woman she would be entirely justified in being jealous of, especially knowing her history.
"Oh yes, even right this second, I'm looking at you, but I'm not even seeing you. In my mind's eye, I'm seeing your boobs growing, your clothes ripping, all of you changing into something even more beautiful than you already are...and you ARE a gorgeous woman, Carrie," Lolita said, causing Carrie to blush. "I mean, John," Lolita said, turning to him, "Wouldn't she look even hotter in the throes of transformation?"
"Uhh...uhhmmm..y-yeah," John replied, blushing hard, and Carrie saw a raging hardon pushing against the fabric of his jeans.
"Took you long enough to admit it," Carrie softly said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"And Carrie," Lolita said, turning her attention back to her, "You have no idea how badly I want to suck John's dick, nip him on the balls and watch him change. Just picture it, he'll muscle up and his cock will grow, and he'll be beautiful and furry and fuck you harder than you ever have been fucked before."
Carrie looked quite shocked at the candid and casual way Lolita had spoken of her husband. John looked mortified.
"I-I'm sorry," Lolita said, her voice a whisper, cracking slightly, "I shouldn't have said that. He's yours now. He quit loving me years ago...I just never quit loving him."
"Lolita...I...it's complex," John said, struggling to find something to say.
"It's okay, Johnny Boy," Lolita said, "I understand."