"So how was school today, kids?" asked their father over dinner.
"Not too bad; the usual," said Jen. Her mind wasn't really on what her father was saying. She was feeling ravenously hungry, and wasn't being satisfied by the chicken meal they were having. She could tell that Sam was having the same problem.
It didn't help any that she was still thinking of the transformation, and it was beginning to make her aroused. Try as she might, she couldn't wipe the thoughts from her mind, and felt her heart beginning to beat heavier, and her temperature to rise.
She knew what would help. She needed fresh red meat.
She needed to go hunting. She had to get out of the house, and quickly. Her urges weren't going away, and worse yet, neither were the preliminary symptoms of her changing. She knew that if she started to change, Sam wouldn't be able to hold back either.
"Are you listening to me, young lady?!" Her mother's voice snapped her back from her thoughts.
"Huh? What?" Jen asked, confused.
A look of confusion passed over her mother's face. "What's wrong with your eyes, Jen? Are you on drugs?" That was one of her mother's obsessions-the fear that her children were on drugs. Jen hated her mother when she went on those sorts of rants. It seemed at every turn, any time Jen or Sam did anything to displease their mother, they were accused of doing drugs. Her vision doubled for a moment, then came back to focus far sharper than before. The small rush of adrenaline due to anger, combined with her slight arousal had triggered the shift a bit.
"Bob! Look at our daughter's eyes! She IS on drugs! I know it!" Her mother's voice had gotten shrill and piercing,hurting her ears. Her father and mother were both leaning across the table now, staring at her eyes.
"Explain yourself, young lady! What is going on here?" her father snapped at her. Jen glanced over at Sam, noticing a familiar dreamy look on his face. Glancing down, she saw the bulge in his pants and knew that she was near a point of no return, as was he.
"Young lady, you have exactly three seconds to start explaining yourself, or you are going to be a VERY unhappy little girl!" Her mother yelled. It suddenly occurred to Jen that they didn't HAVE to go outside to do some hunting. There was plenty of red meat right here in the room for them. Almost immediately, she felt repulsed by the idea. These were her parents, not prey.
Then her mother slapped her across the face. "Answer me, you ungrateful little bitch!" She could smell the wine on her mother's breath, and knew she must already be drunk. But the slap was too much to take this time, and Jen realized what had to be done.