Martha didn't know she didn't like more. Getting the same message via e-mail, her
cellphone, her IM program, and on-line journal... or that it was apparently from Mr. Smith
demanding that she show up for work practically at or before dawn or not being showing
up again ever.
Martha didn't like either at all. She hadn't even GIVEN Mr. Smith her IM address! He must
have found it on his own. 'That could be considered an invasion of privacy!' Martha Jones
thought. Why did she even work for these people? Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Smith were SO bad,
a little uppity and aloof but they were people with money and that was pretty much
expected in western culture. But Jennifer, UGH, that girl a spoiled rotten little brat! She
treated Martha almost like a slave! Martha was just glade Mr. and Mrs. Smith had never
thought to give their daughter Martha's phone number.
And that brought her back to her question. Why did she have this job? Oh right, the old
catch-twenty-two, she couldn't get a job without experience, and she couldn't get
experience without a job! So she had been reduced to the role usually reserved for old
ladies. Mr. Smith HAD promised to give a good word in for the job she DID want after her
contract expired, and while Mr. Smith was a lot of things, not all of them good, he was a
man of his word.
'But what I don't get is, why does my contract say I have to show up dressed up already?!'
Martha decidedly did not enjoy the catcalls her cliche maid's uniform attracted. But the
Smith felt appearance was everything and that included their work hands. The staff had
been granted as a whole the day off the day before (as said before, Mr. Smith was not
without honor).
Martha was let off by the bus, and walked towards the estate, passing through the main
gates and down the driveway towards the impressive homestead. Martha shuddered, she
felt like someone was watching her, she looked around but saw no one. Okay, so much for
that phobia.
Still feeling unnaturally uneasy Martha made her way to the side door reserved for the
staff (she refused to use the term 'servants.') 'Why am I so scared? I've been here a
thousand times before.' She considered for a dark moment that Mr. Smith had called her
in early so he could violate her, but she shook away the paranoid thought. 'If Smith had
wanted to do that, he'd have done it a long time ago.'
When she walked inside the foyer she flipped on a light switch illuminating the room. She
closed the door behind her and walked about four steps before something big and heavy
came down behind her. She turned around and the scream died in her throat at the
hulking redding brown female like wolf monster in front of her.
"Nice to meet you Martha, I'm Little Red Riding Wolf, but you can call me Kaylee, or Alpha
Female soon enough."
Martha did the smartest thing she could think of and -ran- but she didn't make it out the
door on the opposite end of the room (the door of which seemed to be missing from the
door frame). A even larger wolf monster, this one painfully obviously male and as black as
night obscured her path. She took only a momentary note about the bandage around one
of it's legs.
On the beast's shoulder was a smaller wolf monster with the build of a child. If Martha
wasn't terrified, she might have admitted the small one was actually kinda cute.
As the only adult wolfen they had still with the game, Jensen had wanted to hold Fran in
reserve. That left the wolf cubs sans Bart who used the game to change the Perkins into
his younger brother and sister. And Marcy's game was to be reserved for when they tested
the nature of the game. And Jenny wanted to have the game ready if she ran into a snag
over the phone. That left of course Kevin.
"Hello Martha. It's me Jennifer, though now it's Big Bad Wolf, Jensen, Alpha Male, Mi'Lord,
or just Master. There have been some improvements around her since yesterday, and I
have a new position for you to fulfill."
Martha back pedaled only to smack dab into the female monster behind her, who
overpowered her like a gorilla would a babe and brought Martha down to her knees and
hands.
"Do you have it all memorized Kevin?" The bigger monster asked the smaller one on his
shoulders.
"Yes Lord Papa." It nodded eagerly and excitedly.
"Good. Then let's get started before any other staff arrive. Martha is going to play a very
important role for us after all. And remember what I told you."
"Yes Lord Papa!"
The small beast leapt off the big one's shoulders landing perfectly and easily in front of
Martha's face.
"Hiiii, nice to meet you Martha, I'm Kevin of the Big Bad Wolf pack! The Master wants me to
tell you how much he really, really, REALLY likes you, and how much he really really
REALLY wants you with him in the pack."
Martha's eyes widened at the underlying words.
Which Kevin missed entirely, and as Jensen predicted, Martha easily picked up.
"But first there's a quick game we're gonna play, I ask, and you answer as fast as you can."
Kevin said in a polite friendly sportsmanlike voice. "Transform or Dare?"
Martha shuddered. She had heard of that dreaded game, but it was just a myth right?
Something Glendale encouraged the tabloids to print to attract the occult nuts for the
tourist build right? But considering she was surrounded by monsters, she couldn't exactly
pretend that it was now outside the realm or possibilities.
Martha had heard that Transform meant they could change you into anything. Dare meant
they could make you DO anything. And she could easily guess what 'do anything' meant
right now! Screw it, she'd rather be a side show freak than some mindless empty headed
love doll.
"Transform!" She said defiantly.
"Cool! That's the one the Master -wanted- you to pick!" The little wolf cub cheered.
"What-?!" Martha yelped still being held down.
Kevin recited the transformation like a Grand-A student at a spelling-bee.
"You will transform into a humanoid she-wolf. You are loyal and devoted to the master,
Jesen, big bad wolf, alpha male, beyond question, nothing may break your loyalty."
"WHAT?!"
"Transform includes transforming personalities too Martha." The big beast said smugly.
Kevin wasn't done. "You will be, and shall always be, Pack Omega, you shall be the lowest
of the low among us save in your appointed task. You shall desire the master but know
that you are unworthy of him and will never have him, and the only comfort you can gain
is in carrying out his will."
Martha stared in horror and vainly struggled to break free.
"You shall have four arms, and four breasts, two tails, and two heads with three eyes each
head connected to the same brain. You appointed task shall be to look after, manage, aid,
take care of, care for, and keep in check the pups and cubs of the big bad wolf pack. In
this matter alone you shall have any respect or authority, and the pups and cubs shall
respect and honor your authority on this matter. You can dance beautifully. On the day or
night of the full moon or new moon when you dance in front of someone who is not a
member of the pack they shall dance with you and transform into a big bad wolf pack
member who is totally and shakably loyal to the master and the pack who care nothing for
their former life."
Jensen had GREATLY considered instead for her to need milking of her breasts every full
moon instead that would transform any non-wolf who drank it, but he felt that would have
been too cruel.
Martha was horrified beyond all recognition. She brain struggle to process the horrible
fate that was no hardwired into her destiny.
That was when she felt something, no, two somethings behind to push out of her dress.
That was when she felt her muscle begin to budge everywhere. That was when she felt the
most horrid splitting headache she had ever had in her life. That was she felt something
growing under her arm pits. That was when she a tingling under her breasts.
"Hold her down until she's done Kaylee."
"Yes Master."
"Did I say it perfectly Lord Papa?"
"You said it perfectly son! Absolutely perfectly! You're wonderful! Now now run along and
help your brother and sisters."
"Yes Lord Papa!" Kevin bowed and was gone in practically a blur.
Kaylee held the pressure onto of Martha as the second pair of breasts grew.
"I'll be hideous...!" Martha lamented.
Kaylee whispered in her ear, "Actually from an artistic perspective you'll be quite
beautiful."
Martha moaned even more.
"I want to see this Kaylee."
"Yes Master." Without even needing further explanation, Kaylee tore off Martha's maid
uniform, shoes, socks and under-things, leaving the poor young woman visible for the
naked beasts to see her. Silver fur began to cover her body as her human hair remained
the same light brown color. Martha shuddered as her feet shifted into clawed paws. Her
muscle mass increased again but Kaylee still easily held her down.
Martha looked down to see the new pair of breasts forming underneath the original, both
covered in silver fur. Matha felt two new appendages emerge from her rear, both wagging
madly and blindly as they reacted to her own panic.
Her hands became articulated clawed paws as her arms muscle mass increased again, and
-screamed- when a second set of claws were unwilling pushed out of her skin underneath
her original arms, followed by fingers, hands and arms, already covered in fur and also
now blood. The silver fur covered everything now.
Martha blinked and suddenly, she had a new perspective, like she had a third view coming
out of her forehead... oh no...
Martha couldn't see it, but her eyes had become solid red, the same color as blood.
Martha finally broke down and cried, knowing it wouldn't matter since she wouldn't exist
soon as herself anyway. The tears from the new eye got into her original eyes.
The bones in her legs rearranged, becoming digigrated. Her teeth all became canines, and
her original canines became fangs. Her mouth pushed foreword into a muzzle to make
room for the new set of teeth. While her ears vanished and reappeared as triangles on the
top of her head. Sound and smell became completely different and wider in scope.
Then the splitting headache got unbearably horrid.
"I wonder how this part is going to go." Jensen said calmly.
There was slurping and breaking and tearing sounds and blinding pain. Then her vision
went from triple to sextuple, and her sense of smell and hearing double, and the new
sensory input nearly drove her mad, almost, for the game would not let her go mad.
"That was gross." Kaylee commented, "Let's never do this one again."
"Works for me." Jensen said.
Martha shook her head, and felt something brush against her right, or was it her left? She
turned her head left, to see the back of a head, or was the side of the room? She turned
again and... Martha screamed and heard stereo. Finally she came face to face with her own
face, her visible doubling.
She looked into the face of a silver furred wolf with three red eyes looking back, confused,
scared, alarmed, and with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Martha?" Jensen asked.
"Go to Hell." She heard her own voice in stereo.
"Guess your mind changes next, aren't you lucky." Kaylee whispered.
the innocent woman groaned and heard it double.