Eventually we got up, and Veronica and I led Meagan to our bedroom, where she snuggled in between us. We were
all rather exhausted, so nothing beyond a little stroking or kissing happened before we passed out, surrounded
by the scents of our lovers.
Veronica and I woke up as the light filtered into our bedroom. Meagan was nowhere to be seen, but we could
smell the mouth-watering aroma of eggs, steak, and bacon wafting into our noses. Veronica and I snuggled
closer together and nuzzled a bit. We were getting set to get up when Meagan walked in with plates and
silverware.
“Breakfast in bed?” she asked with a smile before passing us each one and saying “Scoot over,” as she crawled
somewhat clumsily up the foot of the bed to wriggle her way in between us, all the while balancing her own
breakfast in one hand. “Sorry..I hope I wasn't over extending my welcome. I just..I woke up and I was SO
hungry..” she said.
“No dear, that's perfectly fine,” Veronica told her. “The change burns a massive amount of calories. You fully
transformed twice in a few hours.”
Meagan giggled, “Lycanthropy: your window to weight loss.”
Veronica nodded. “You laugh, but yes. It takes some time, but you'll start to notice that your body is
changing, even when you're human. Some of those pounds are going to disappear, and you'll find that your tits
are getting bigger. Not massively...but you're what? A B-Cup? You'll go into high-C by this time next year.
It's all the new hormones and chemicals that your body is starting to produce that cause that..and your
metabolism will start to naturally get faster too. While you're probably never going to be what someone would
call 'petite', in a year, you'll have a solidly athletic body.”
Meagan smiled widely. “Awesome.” We all continued to scarf down her incredibly satisfying breakfast, with
Meagan continuing to somehow eat and keep a steady stream of questions flying at us, which I tended to let
Veronica answer. First off, I was REALLY hungry, secondly, I was still mostly clueless about the way things
were, though my brain was starting to fill in the blanks about our nature.
“So obviously, I don't need the full moon,” Meagan said with a satisfied grin, “So I can change like..whenever
I want?”
Veronica shook her head. “Well, mostly. Many of us have a problem shifting when we're in bright sunlight,
though that can be overcome. The only time that you could say we're truly unable to shift is during the three
days that precede a full moon's rise.”
“That seems counter-intuitive, almost,” I mused as I gnawed on a piece of steak.
“Not when you think about it,” Veronica said. “The added height and mass our bodies gain is doubled during a
full moon. Preventing a change during the day keeps our bodies from burning too much fuel, and also prevents a
completely instinctual werewolf from running rampant in the streets. Even in our standard forms, we can do
damage; in our uncontrolled and boosted forms, we are a terror to behold.”
Meagan nodded. “Okay, check. If a full moon's gonna happen, I'm stuck in girl form.”
“You'll also find that changing more than once every few hours..each transformation becomes progressively more
difficult. While Joe and I are able to shift at will under virtually every circumstance, very few other
werewolves are,” Veronica informed her.
“So why? I mean, once you know how to control it, what's stopping us from doing it whenever we want?” Meagan
asked, once again giving the cocked-head look of mild confusion and intense curiosity.
Veronica smiled, both in mild amusement at Meagan's unguarded look of curiosity and at the question itself.
“Well, though some werewolves will give you some long-winded mystical philosophy of how why the moon makes us
shift, and what exactly is going on when you shift, the mechanics of the transformation itself can be easily
explained.”
Veronica put her plate down, and turned her full attention to Meagan. “Lycanthropy is similar to an infection,
or a virus, except this one actually rewrites your genetic code. While you're not gaining extra organs or
limbs, it mutates your adrenal system in particular, though most of your glands are affected as well, and they
start to produce modified chemicals and enzymes. These enzymes are constantly circulating through your system,
but at a low level. Now, when your adrenalin starts to spike, your adrenal glands start pumping out more and
more of this stuff into your system. The more you get running through you, the more your other systems start
to become affected by it. When you reach a sort of 'critical mass' with it, you shift. The thing is that once
you revert, your body is prepared for a shock..just like how you get scared by the first moment in a horror
movie, but you rarely scream as loud at the second, because you're waiting for it. So the next time you want
to shift, you have to push it harder, until your body resets.”
Meagan grinned, “That didn't seem to stop me last night.”
Veronica laughed. “No, it certainly didn't. Last night was a little complicated. First off, your initial
transformation was from the infection taking hold. That's standard. Everyone changes within minutes of
infection. And the second time...we all had a little help. Those drinks had a plant extract in them called
Damiana. It's an aphrodesiac, and it also causes a rather heavy increase in your heart rate, which normally
also causes an increase in adrenal production. To put it mildly, what happened last night was inevitable,
particularly for you once you'd polished off your third glass.”
“You drugged me??” Meagan said, sounding mildly outraged.
Veronica laughed, “I drugged all of us. And honestly, I don't think you did anything you didn't want to. I
just made certain things a little..easier.” I wasn't sure how to feel about that, honestly. Veronica continued
to have a certain edge to her, a hunger for control and power that I might have to keep an eye on.
“Well..I'm not really complaining,” Meagan said. “But you didn't have to drug me..I mean..just regular old
alcohol is pretty much a great way to get my mind into the gutter.” There was a pause as she gave both of us a
mischievous grin. “So..is pack life always going to be this intimate, or was this a one-time welcome to
werewolfiness special?”
Veronica and I exchanged a glance. Both of us had the same look on our faces-the “one eyebrow raised
suggestively” look. “Well,” she said, “We all did officially claim each other last night.” She traced a finger
from Meagan's bellybutton slowly up and in between her breasts. “And clearly..all of us have an attraction to
each other, even when the change isn't upon us.” She traced the finger along Meagan's collarbone and up her
neck. “And this house..well, there's several extra bedrooms, so we certainly have enough space here.”
Veronica looked over at me. “So what do you say, my love? Can we keep her?” She widened her eyes theatrically
at me and batted her lashes.
Meagan beamed and turned her head to look at me, imitating Veronica's big-eyed gaze. “Yeah, can we keep me?”
She then leaned over and laid her head on my chest and stared up at me. “I really..really want to be kept..”
I smiled; the decision was easy. It felt natural, and had more to do with my new nature than anything
blatantly sex-fueled. She was my packmate, and as her alpha, it was part of my duty to protect her. Meagan
living here made that protection infinitely easier.
“How can I turn down my two favorite girls?” I asked, getting a squeal of happiness from Meagan, along with a
tight hug. Veronica joined us, turning it into a group hug not unlike the one we'd shared in the club.
And just like that, I'd gone from being a normal guy one day to a werewolf with a new pack, in addition to an
army that would be reporting to myself and Veronica that night.