Martha heard her husband leave, but couldn't do more than wave goodbye as Frances Twist answered her house phone.
"Hi Martha. I only have one appointment, scheduled for late this morning, so whenever you're ready..." began Frances.
"Well, there's been a change in plans. William left me the car. He's catching a ride with the Dean to the courthouse."
"Samantha's all ready there. Her office assistant picked her up early," explained Frances. "They're trying to make sure Yvette completes that poor woman as soon as possible."
The ladies talked for a few more minutes, firming their plans. Samantha would pick up the Twists vehicle after Frances called her that she had Ben's from the garage. Then, regardless of whose car they took, the ladies would still have lunch together and go shopping later, depending upon Jenny Harper's status at that time.
"I understand," said Martha. "She wasn't as fortunate as William, or me, when it comes to being completed. But I hope everything works out for her."
"Me too," agreed Frances. The Twists were worried for awhile that giving Martha what basically amounted to a double dose of werecat during her initiation ceremony might put her in heat and on the prowl for sex more than a normal werecat, but so far their friend and lover showed no sign of any adverse affects. "Are we still on for tonight?" she asked.
"Just try to keep me away," said Martha, before issuing a very sexy growl into the telephone.
Frances shivered on the other end. "You keep that up and I'll come over there right now and—"
"And what?" Martha purred, hoping it might lead to a little morning delight.
"And—" but Frances was unable to complete the thought, as Martha heard a loud ringing noise in the background. "Damn!" exclaimed her friend. "That's my business cell. I'd better answer that. Call me later honey," pleaded Frances, before Martha heard her sister werecat blow a kiss over the line.
The tell tale click of the landline being hung up left Martha Anderson greatly disappointed.
Still in just her nightgown and bathrobe, Martha slinked upstairs to the master bedroom. The plan was to take a quick shower and get dressed for the day, but she couldn't help staring at her nubile body as she slowly undressed in front of the full length mirror near the walk-in closet.
WOW! Becoming a werecat was the best thing that ever happened to me! she thought, dropping her clothing to the floor and running her hands across every curvy inch of her nude body that she could reach.
Firmer breasts, shapelier hips. I'm also slightly taller, more toned, and with longer hair too. And these new green eyes of mine are definitely exotic.
Martha never gave doing so a second thought as she shifted into her werecat form.
Each strand of fur emerging from her skin felt like a lover caressing her.
The physical rearranging of her hands, feet, and head to take on more accented feline features sent multiple shivers through her body.
The creation of her tail springing forth from slightly above her rump gave Martha another orgasm even before she directed it to start rubbing her vagina as her paws played with her breasts. Fingertips gently teasing the nipples into an even greater state of erection without risking a sharp nail cutting tender flesh.
It was about another 15 minutes before the horny werecat came out of her self-induced sexual stupor. Moist feline cream ran down from her dripping pussy and matted the fur of her legs as the clothes trapped underneath her feet caught most of what was collecting on the floor.
She leaned against the mirror mounted on the wall, staring at the reflection of her feline face.
Frances and Samantha better be ready for tonight, for this cat is definitely looking for a good time! Martha thought to herself, before reluctantly changing back to her human form and taking a shower.
Then, after drying off, Martha got dressed in the best formal outfit she had that still fit her new body, went downstairs to collect her things, and then locked up before leaving on her job interview.
Martha was totally unaware of the Twists' original concerns, although the Twists didn't know that while the situation wasn't as bad as they feared, Martha currently had somewhat of a sensitive hair trigger when it came to sex.
But the extra dose of werecat-ness would eventually wear off, leaving Martha with a normal werecat's sex drive.
Which was just about a little less than what she was experiencing right now.
HEY FOLKS! By my count (of the Anderson/Twist posts alone), the above is Episode 111 of our on-going Moon Lake saga! Thanks to CYOC.net for maintaining this website and allowing such endeavors to begin with, and keep up the great work Team Moon Lake!—tmw2015.