WARNING!!! The following story contains sexual acts between consenting adults. If you are below the legal age to read such matters, or it is illegal where you are, stop immediately!!!


You have been warned.

Were-Breeder: Origins

	The pitted stone was cool in my fingers, it had a slight metallic sheen that seemed to swirl with the reflected red of my fingernail polish. I brought the thumb sized object closer and caught a bit of burnt earth, like it had been heated and then quenched in mud. I adjusted my glasses to get a clearer look at it but still couldn't see how it got on my kitchen table. I lived alone and hadn't had anybody over for some time, such was life for the poor grad student. 
	A car honked for the second time in my driveway and I dropped the stone on the floor and grabbed my bag off of the back of the chair. I slipped the messenger's back strap over my neck and guided it down through my meager breasts. Once outside, I was greeted by the customary "Good morning Scarlett!" that Maria practically sung every morning. She always did that, as if to highlight that she was one of those blessed with an ability to function before noon and I wasn't. I grumbled something in reply and opened the door to the old thunderbird, smiling appreciatively at the coffee waiting in the cup holder. I made sure her tank was always full of gas and she made sure I arrived to classes on time with a thermos of coffee.
	I practically melted into the leather bucket seat after the first sip of the heavenly beverage. It was a few minutes before I was up for conversation and Maria never pushed it. "So, have any plans for this weekend?" 
	Maria finished pulling her curly black hair into a ponytail and then accelerated as the light turned green. "Haven't thought about anything except for today's defense. I just picked up a collection of all the old Boris Karloff movies."
	"Yeah, sure, marathon at my place tomorrow." 

	It was almost dark before I got home and I dropped my bag by the kitchen table before heading towards the fridge. I pulled out a carton of cold sticky rice and dumped some onto a plate with left over general tso's chicken. After sticking it into the microwave to heat up, I headed towards the couch, but stopped when I heard a rattle. I stopped and looked around, but only saw the metallic stone from earlier. The sound was coming from the rock and I figured it was bouncing with the AC. 
	As I bent down to pick it up, it suddenly levitated a few inches above the ground and then slammed into my stomach. I backed up with the force of the impact and stumbled toward couch, but I was winded and my vision was growing black around the edges. I almost made it, but the last thing I felt before hitting the carpet was the feeling of the cold stone worming its way through the fly of my jeans.

	I awoke some time later with an upset stomach and pushed myself up to my knees. I felt like I had just run a marathon and then did it again for good measure. I shakily pushed myself up the wall and got a drink of water from the tap. My knees were like jello and every muscle was stiff and sore. I looked at the time and couldn't believe that it was almost midnight. I decided that I didn't want to risk food poisoning so I tossed the now room temperature leftovers into the garbage and decided to skip dinner.
	As I dropped the plate into the sink, a twinge in my stomach reminded me of why I was passed out on the floor and I undid my jeans only to find the zipper ruined and a hole in the front of my panties. The stone was nowhere to be seen, but there was no mark underneath. I poked around the area and found it a little sore but didn't find any other damage. I stripped out of my jeans and panties and dropped them into the trash, feeling the air breeze against my full ass. 
	I took stock of myself and decided that sleep was the best remedy, so I took two aspirin and headed to bed. 

	The next day, I was started out of a dream by my phone ringing. I picked it up and tried to sound as awake as possible, "Hello?"
	"I'm at your front door! Its six o'clock in the evening, let me in!"
	I pulled on some sweats and answered the door. Maria was waiting for me with a case of beer and a box set of DVDs. "Here, take this," she said, shoving the beer into my arms. "Took you long enough, that beer would have been skunked if you had taken any longer." I stuck my tongue out at her and headed towards the fridge. The case of beer twanged as I dropped it onto the bottom shelf. 
	I stood up and turned, Maria was standing in the door, her guitar like figure casting a shadow on the floor. "You look like shit, how much did you drink last night?"
	I flipped her off and replied "I actually didn't drink anything last night, I got home and passed out." It was only a half lie, hopefully she wouldn't pick up on that. She could usually tell when I was lying, but she seemed satisfied and moved to the cupboard to pull out a pack of popcorn before throwing it into the microwave and hitting the button.
	"Go get cleaned up, I'll start the movie."

	Once in the shower, I began soaping up but when my hands hit my breasts, a shock of pain went through me. I looked down, but the didn't appear any different, they were still small and still had perfect little nipples adorning them.
	Once out of the shower, I put on my pajama pants and a spaghetti strap shirt and headed back out. The heavenly scent of popcorn greeted me. Maria was already taking up most of the couch with the bowl of popcorn on her lap. She had helped herself to a beer and murmured something about me smelling better as I plopped down on the couch next to her. The initial credits were long over and a castle showed across the screen. 
	I grabbed some popcorn and walked over to the fridge to grab a beer. I heard a low gurgling growl and realized that it had been a day since I'd eaten last. I pulled out some cold pizza and headed back to the couch. "You want some?" I asked, having already eaten half a slice. "Maybe later." 
	In no time I had managed to empty the box of its contents and was already up and making a sandwich, or three. By the time I had finished my dinners, it was completely dark out and Frankenstein’s Monster was being chased through the country side by angry villagers. Maria stood to get another beer and stretched, "You want another?" I nodded in the affirmative and noticed for the first time how her hips swayed when she walked. She was wearing jeans and a baby-doll t-shirt that showed both the lines from her bra strap and her thong underwear. For some reason, I found that to be incredibly sexy on her. 
	When she returned, I reached for the beer and my eyes followed her arm up to her chest. I could tell that she was wearing a black lace bra that she only wore on date night. "Big plans?" I asked.
	She sat down and shrugged, "Tomorrow is laundry day." I cracked open my beer and watched the monster flail about in fear. Maria was sitting upright this time in the middle of the couch. I could tell that she wasn't paying much attention to the movie and something was on her mind. 
	"What's up?" She shrugged again and then thought a second. "My defense went terrible, my thesis was shot to pieces and I'm going to have to redo several parts of it." I reached over and hugged her shoulders. The scent of her perfume mixed with her strawberry body wash. I rested my head on her shoulder and held her. She reached up and grabbed my arms, unable to say anything. She had been working hard on her thesis and thought she saw the light at the end of the tunnel. The professors had shattered that hope and informed her that the light was merely an oncoming train. 
	The body heat coming through her shirt was warm and her shoulders and chest were pleasantly soft. I wanted to hold her and make things all right. She surprised me by turning into me and looking me in the eyes. I saw the tears welling up and hugged her close. Her breasts pushed into my own and I felt the rough lace through the two layers of shirts. She took a deep breath, smelling my shampoo and soap.
	I felt a hand trace its way up my spine, lifting my night-shirt as it went. I pulled back a little, feeling her cheek brush against mine. She turned her head a little and pressed her lips to my own. I tasted her cherry lip gloss mingle with her sweet flavor as her tongue plunged into my mouth. A part of me was screaming that this was not right, we both liked guys and she had a steady boyfriend. The other part directed my hand down to her thigh and had me pull her on top of myself. I adjusted my position so that her other thigh was between my legs and I began to grind up against it. 
	I took the opportunity to reach around and lift off her shirt. She obliged and tossed it across the room. She leaned back down to kiss me again, watching my eyes as they sauntered down her tan skin and surveyed the tanned orbs suspended by the black lace bra cups. My view was soon blocked by a pair of pouty lips as they closed towards my own and this time I kissed her, exploring the contours of her tongue with my own. The warmth of her kiss was intoxicating and I drank it in, greedy for this first bit of human contact I've had in months. 
	Every time she put pressure on my pussy with her thigh, a warm pleasurable surge pulsed through me. Her hands played through my hair as she propped herself up on her elbows. I doubted that this was her first time with a woman, but I let her dominate me. She was in control, both a giver and a receiver of this newfound passion between us. She quickly stood up and stripped down to her matching black lace thong. After she did that, she pulled her hair back into a pony tail, arching her back and pressing out her breasts. I could only ogle her supremely feminine form. There wasn't a single tan line in sight and she was ridiculously good looking naked. Not everyone can pull it off, but Maria did. 
	She bent over enough to pull off my pajama pants and panties and gave me a devious look. I shifted into a reclining position, expecting her to straddle me. Instead she put her hands on my knees as she knelt down, pulling my legs apart. Slowly I felt her warm cheeks and supple lips work their way up my inner thigh, pausing only for a brief nibble on my sensitive skin. She put her hands on my hips and pulled herself close, pausing only to breath on my waiting vagina. I shivered uncontrollably with anticipation, waves of goose bumps and pleasure riding up and down my body.
	After an eternity, I felt her lips graze against my labia and saw her move in. Immediately her burning hot tongue pressed into my folds and began probing for my clitoris. As soon as she found it, I gasped and she began rhythmically stroking it with her tongue. I felt something inside of me begin to fill with each pass of her softly rough tongue. I grabbed for my chest and pushed myself over the edge when my previously tender breasts now reverberated with pleasure. She lapped up my juices with her tongue and began again, this time focusing on the entrance to my pussy. She pressed the tip of her tongue into me and I felt her swirl around the entrance, hitting the right spots in an expert fashion. 
	Just as another orgasm was building, she crawled up onto the couch and began kissing me again. I tasted my own salty sweet juices mixed with her unique taste. She reached down and swirled her fingers once around my sopping wet pussy and then pushed two of them into me. Almost immediately she found my g-spot and began massaging it. I felt her juices drip onto my leg and pulled her close, letting the orgasm take me. After a bit, I heard someone shouting and realized it was me. I closed my mouth and it turned into a moan. Maria just kept the orgasm going and going, expertly backing off when it got to be too much and resuming just as I was coming down. 
	"Oh god, stop, too much" I breathed. I was out of breath and every muscle felt weak. She pulled her fingers out and linked them clean, reveling in my taste. I leaned my head back and let the warm fuzziness of the afterglow take me from head to foot and was vaguely of pressure in my chest and hands on my breasts. I opened my eyes was greeted by an expression of shock. Maria's eyes were fixated on my chest and I followed her gaze down. In her hands were two beautiful B-Cup breasts. I reached up and pushed her hands away. The pressure remained after her hands had left. The expanding flesh caused my fingers to expand and I was aware of softer skin in the middle of my palms.
	I pulled my hands away and saw that my nipples had darkened from their usual light pink to a darker brown and had doubled in size. A slight bit of pressure began building behind them and they puffed up a bit more. Blue veins ran along my breasts and encircled my nipples, pumping blood away from the growing tissue. The skin began to grow tight and I put my hands back on my breasts, hoping to ease the itchy pulling sensation had enveloped them. 
	The insides began to grow sore as they increased in size, pushing my hands further out. A unique folding feeling ran along the bottom side of my breast as the skin folded over and the skin touched itself for the first time. By now they must have been a solid C that had matched Maria’s, would have matched Maria’s. However, I looked up just in time to see her brown nipples poking above the black lace material of her bra. She was in just as much awe of her growth as I was of mine. I reached around behind her and unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to fall free and bounce a little. She quickly discarded the bra and began tending to her swelling nipples.
	This was the first time I saw her topless and was getting turned on again by it. I felt a shock of pain radiate out from my nipples and looked down. By now my breasts were the size of grapefruits there were beads of white liquid on the tip of my nipples. I began massaging them, feeling something shift towards the tip of my breast with each stroke. Before long, a white stream shot out and hit Maria in the chest, startling her out of her awe. I saw drops begin to form on Maria's nipple and decided to try something.
	I pulled back my brown hair and then put both of my hands on her left tit, massaging it just like I had my own earlier. The drops got bigger and one rolled down the tan skin. Her already brown nipples rapidly darkened to a chocolate color and there was no doubt that she was lactating. I put my lips on her areola and took a deep pull, willing the milk out of her breast. She moaned with the release of pressure and began massaging her other one. After a minute, I switched to the other breast. They had continued to swell even with this treatment and were almost as big as my head. I leaned up against the breast and it felt like a warm, fleshy pillow, filling with an internal pressure. In no time, her other breast was empty and she immediately started to return the favor. 
	As she leaned forward, I saw a bulge below her belly button that pressed forward and pushed the front her panties down. I didn't get a good look at it before she latched onto my own breasts which had grown to the size of cantaloupes. Once the burning pressure behind my nipples had been relieved, I was aware of another pressure, this time behind my belly button. I leaned back and saw that I had put on weight around my midriff. I pressed against it and my fingers felt a bit of firm resistance. 
	"Oh god no, you have got to be KIDDING me!" Maria's hands were pressing on her belly, trying to stop the growth. She looked like someone was inflating her from the inside, the curve of it ran almost from her clit up to her sternum and was rapidly expanding out her waistline. By now I could see her panties' waistband pressing into her skin as the elastic ran out of give. The sight of her there, swelling with life and running her hands up and down her belly was driving me crazy. I ran upstairs and got my dildo that I had been saving for really desperate times. By the time I had returned she was massaging her nipples again, causing the milk to run down her sides. I sat back on the couch and leaned her back, my arms reaching around her gravid form. I pushed aside the crotch of her thong and shoved the dildo in, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. 
	When she came, her breasts had grown to the size of watermelons and were taking up most of the couch. Her dark areolas were the size of dinner plates and her nipples stuck out as thick and long as my thumbs. As she began to come down from her orgasm, I noticed the growth around her midsection and breasts was slowing. My own assets were now dwarfed by hers. She now looked nine months pregnant and filled to the brim while I had stopped at the pleasantly mobile curve of a 2nd trimester with breasts that could still be hefted with one hand. 
	I got out from under her and put on another movie, exhausted but unable to sleep. We continued to watch the movie in silence, not having anything to say after that encounter.
	Before I knew I had fallen asleep, I awoke to a pained grunt from Maria. My own belly had grown to the full nine months and met hers in size. I looked over and saw that she had her legs spread wide and her hands were on the top of her belly. Her large breasts were in between her arms, creating a massive amount of cleavage. I groggily put two and two together and ran for some towels, feeling a massive cramp emanate from my own uterus. Outside the window, the sky was a pre-dawn gray and shades of red were swelling around the horizon.
	I had almost reached my friend when my first contraction hit, causing me to pause and lean against the wall. Once it was over, I continued on, dropping the towels on the floor. Maria was sitting up now, her eyes filled with uncertainty. The sweat was rolling down her face and body and she leaned forward as another contraction hit. Hers were coming faster and harder than mine had. I sat down next to her and began rubbing her back. "Its coming!" The surprise in her voice was evident at giving birth when the previous day she hadn't been pregnant. 
	I felt something press into top of my vagina, something big and another contraction started to build. It wouldn't be long now, but I had to help my friend first. I had her lay back on the couch, gritting my teeth as the sore cramping pain ran up my belly. She grimace, just then, another, much more severe contraction hit me and my vision blanked out.

	My head was pounding, my mouth was cottony dry, and my stomach was threatening to revolt. Something heavy was in my lap. I began to open my eyes and immediately regretted it. The living room was way too bright and I covered my eyes. "Shhh! Not so loud!" Maria mumbled. I squinted as I looked down. She was completely dressed as she had been last night. I looked around and didn't see anything out of place. The bowl, empty of all popped popcorn, was sitting on the table along with an empty pizza box. The towels were nowhere in site, and Maria's head was in my lap. The DVD player had gone to sleep mode, and everything looked just like it should.
	"Ugh, how much did we drink last night?" she said, sitting up without opening her eyes. "Too much apparently," she answered. She slowly got up and made her way to the kitchen, grabbing some aspirin and a room temperature sports drink out of the cupboard. I got up and did the same, the events of last night slowly coming back. I did a slow check, it is impossible to do anything fast while hung-over, and I was still me, not wonderfully well endowed or hugely pregnant. Maybe it was just a blackout dream.
	"Do you remember last night?"
	"Not really, I think we finished the first movie, but I must have been really tired from preparing for my defense." 
	Maria stayed for the rest of the day after changing into a set of my pajamas. She filled them out far better than I did and they were pulled tight across her hips. Her clothes had somehow fit into her bag and we continued with the marathon. After dark, nothing had happened and we said our goodbyes and vowed to meet in the morning. 

	A week later, I was getting dressed for class when I had to struggle to fit into a pair of jeans. I stripped out and tried on another pair, my "fat" pair. Still no luck. After some searching, I located a skirt with an elastic waistband and decided that was the way to go. Although the skirt kept creeping down below my belly button, I decided that it was good enough and got dressed before heading out to meet Maria. 
	Maria was holding the blessed cup of coffee for me and I reached for it, but as I did, I noticed that she was falling out of her shirt. She looked down and adjusted herself before shifting the car into gear. I looked down at her and the memories of that night came back. In addition to larger breasts, she also appeared to have put on some weight around her hips and stomach. Her skin seemed to have a natural glow to it and her lips were a dark rouge even though she never wore makeup. "You look good," I started. 
	She frowned as she looked down at herself but didn't reply. She never had a perfectly toned body and always claimed that a little bit of "plush" was her ethnic heritage. "I've just been under the weather, that's all. I think my boyfriend caught it too."
	I felt my cheeks blush as a realization had crept in. Whatever was affecting them was spreading. Nothing from the first night had repeated itself, but it definitely left its mark. Maria and I could certainly pass for gaining a little weight, but the coincidence was too strong for both of us to be experiencing the exact same patterns. I snuck a glance down my shirt and saw that my nipples were a little larger and breasts were a little fuller. Damn, I should have worn a bra today. That thought hadn't even crossed my head, I was too worried about getting fat this morning. 
	Maria slammed on the breaks and leaned on the horn, letting loose with a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. "People are driving crazy, must be a full moon tonight."
	All I could manage was a shocked, "Yeah, the bastard."

	Dave pushed open the door to the pizza shop, the setting sun glared in my eyes. All three of us had a long day and wanted to just sit and relax in our favorite booth. Well, Maria and my favorite booth, David was Maria's flavor of the month. He was an agreeable kind of guy who was pretty much what Maria picked out for herself on a monthly basis; lean, tall, Latino, and a gentleman. 
	I slid into the booth opposite Maria and Dave and signaled the waitress to bring the usual. It was fairly quick as they always had pre-made large cheese pizzas waiting for an order and a pitcher of beer is always fast. Maria shifted her bra again, but she still overflowed the cups and Dave tried his best not to look down her shirt at the free show she offered. She gave up and I hunched forward, not wanting to advertise that I was now sporting perky C-cup breasts and no bra. 
	My shoulders ached from spending the day hunched over, but I'm sure she had it worse, from what I could see, the cups were digging into her skin and her straps were probably leaving angry red marks on her shoulders. The beer helped me forget about my self consciousness and I leaned back, taking another big bite of the floppy slice. Dave caught his breath and looked away. I looked down, a spot of grease landed on my shirt and turned it a little transparent, showing skin where he expected bra material. I dabbed at it with a napkin and took another bite. 
	I looked up to taunt them about their one month anniversary but caught them cuddling with that intense look that would lead to indecency if I didn't interrupt. His arm was around her shoulder and his hand dangled on her breast while he began nibbling on her ear. I slid out of the booth to go pay and returned to an all out necking session. After tugging them out of the booth and walking them to Maria's car, she handed me the keys before sliding into the back seat with her boyfriend. 
	I adjusted the mirrors and started to drive, turning the radio all the way up. Maria pushed him over shouted something over the radio. I turned it down and she repeated "What are these?" He looked down in shock, underneath his shirt were the unmistakable bulges of breasts. He sat up and hefted them in his hands. All Maria could do was stare before putting her arms around him again. "Doesn't matter, I need you however you are."
	A burning need made itself felt in my loins. An urge to join in on the passion going on in the backseat was building inside me. Maria wouldn't mind me joining in right? The fabric rubbed against my sensitive nipples as it was pulled tight across my bust. I felt my skirt's waistband slip down a little. I didn't have to see it to know that I was now sporting a bump. 
	After arriving at Maria's, she practically dragged us both in. I saw that Dave's shoulders had narrowed and his jeans hung low across his rounder hips. I am sure that he had a body that would put Maria to shame, much more toned and athletic. His black hair had reached down to his shoulders now, but the bulge in his pants was anything but feminine. A fact that Maria was eagerly hoping to exploit. 
	Maria's bra was nowhere to be seen, an act of mercy now that she was sporting softball sized breasts. She threw Dave onto the couch and undid his pants. I gasped at the size of his erect member and headed to the bathroom, hoping they might be finished by the time I satisfied myself in there. 
	As I closed the door, I heard two very feminine voices shouting in the throes of ecstasy. I leaned up against the wall, lifted up my skirt and began massaging my clit. Almost instantly, my knees were weak and I began sliding down the wall. I didn't care, I slipped a finger into myself and used my other hand to massage my chest. Almost immediately I took myself to orgasm, I ground my teeth and found myself on the floor, my head thrown back as another orgasm overtook the first. 
	I heard the door open and looked up, Maria was standing there, her shirt riding up a round belly without any pants. The wicked grin on her face told me that I wasn't going to get any more peace. She lifted me up by my arm and lead me into the room, where Dave frantically was pumping his penis. "He can't cum just yet." He looked up and stood, walking over to me. I felt Maria pull down my panties, leaving the rest of my clothes in place. She had me put my hands on a wall and I felt her lift my skirt. I looked down and saw a pair of feet line up behind mine. A burning hot poker pressed itself into me, it slid into my slick pussy and filled me, almost stretching me out. 
	Each stroke was pure pleasure, It was all I could do to keep upright, but Dave wrapped his arms around my body, keeping me standing. I couldn't feel anything except for the sweet pleasure that coursed through my veins. Just as I felt the walls of my vagina contract with orgasm, he slammed into me, stretching me out and hitting my cervix. We nearly fell over, the pleasure of our mutual orgasms blocking out everything. I looked up and Maria was nowhere to be seen.
	I felt Dave's penis slide out of me, but his hips were up against mine. I stepped out of his grip and saw that he was a she now. A very sexy, curvy she. Maria got up from her chair and went into her bedroom. A few minutes later, she tossed clothes at Dave, now Dana and myself. "Come on, we're going to go get lucky."
	Despite my normally shy demeanor, I couldn't argue with her logic, we were now three incredibly horny ladies with man to satisfy us. I figured that the other two probably wouldn't even remember in the morning, so I went along, relishing the chance to get laid twice in one evening.

	A half hour later we walked into the club, Dana was sporting the largest bump, but it was barely noticeable unless you were looking for it. Maria lead the way to a group of three guys, obviously from a local frat. She purred something into one's ear and soon all three of us were drinking by the bar, not having spent a penny. Some part of me knew these guys were screwed, there was no way they would be able to walk away. The guy I was with kept looking down my shirt and feeling my thigh. I loved every minute of it.
	We all squeezed into a car and found ourselves in front of a frat house...

	The I awoke at 5:15 in the morning. I felt refreshed and fulfilled. I had no clue where I was and only a vague idea of how I got there. Unknown frat boy was still asleep, naked on his bed. I gathered up my clothes from around the room and panties from the ceiling fan and went out to collect my friends. Maria was already in the hallway, topless but working on fixing that. She looked to be seven months into a pregnancy and walked with a slight waddle. Her skirt and underwear were pressed low by the bulge and her breasts were cantaloupe sized. She looked up at me and I mouthed "Dana?" she indicated that she didn't have any idea where her boyfriend was, then a pained squeal from another room caused us to lock eyes and then head towards the noise.
	We quickly gathered the very pregnant Dana up and led her out to the car we had gotten a ride here in. I laid her down in the back seat and got in to comfort her. She seemed to be fairly close to the passing out point, but it wasn't dawn for another half hour. Maria drove us to the club to pick up her car and left the keys in the glove compartment. Hopefully the guys wouldn't remember how they got home.
	We piled into Maria's car and headed for her place, the sky was turning from a cloudy gray to an angry red and Dana was sweating hard. I could see that her bump had dropped a few inches towards her pelvis and whatever was coming was going to happen soon. 
	The sun was just under the horizon as we pulled into the parking lot. I helped move Dana inside, she was obviously freaked out by the recent happenings. I looked at Maria and we were nowhere near as far along, I wondered what would happen with us. Would we give birth later?
	Just as we were closing the door, I saw the sun peek over the horizon. A flash of bright white light clouded my vision.

	The room was bright. I looked at the clock and it was 7:00 in the morning. The sun was streaming through the shades and I felt refreshed. I went to stand and looked around. We were in her TV room and the morning news was playing. I turned it off and woke Maria, "We have to go to class today." 
	She stretched and uttered a sleepy "ok" before falling asleep on Dave's shoulder. He was still the tall, lean, manly Dave that I had been introduced to. Although he looked hung-over, he was still very male. To all appearances, it looked like we had spent the night watching TV and crashed on her couch. Maria awoke, the memories from last night and this morning flooding into her head. She looked around at herself, then at Dave, and then myself, her eyes wide. 
	I mouthed "We'll talk later" before heading into her kitchen to make coffee and breakfast.

Epilogue:

	Dave and Maria broke up shortly after. It had nothing to do with being a were-breeder. Four weeks later, Maria showed up at my front door with a sheepish grin and two hot looking guys. I smiled as I invited them in, telling them to make themselves at home. Maria gave me a nice long kiss just to impress the boys. It was going to be another fun night.