Maybe You're Big AND Bad?

You feel the collar warm against your skin as the loose knot you tied in your bathrobe's drawstring unravels under the onslaught of your burgeoning frame. You feel a brief stinging between your shoulder blades, but the sensation is quickly drowned in the sheer thrill of the change. It's gotten easier to give in each time, and you're running out of reasons this should bother you. Maybe Allegra wants you a bit crazy. Maybe she wants a monster for a girlfriend, and it's harder and harder to think of yourself as anything else. That's certainly what you see in her eyes as the change finishes, leaving you looming over her. You shrug off your formerly loose robe, shaking out your thick, shaggy arms to dislodge it and let it fall to the cushions behind you.

"Are you... bigger?" Allegra asks, looking you over.

"Well I sure don't get smaller when I shift," you shrug, not knowing how to answer that.

"I mean... overall," she muses, craning her neck to take it all in.

"Shit, did I? I dunno."

"Mmm, I think you did," she grins, trailing her fingers through your hackles.

"And that's... good?" You muddle through, leaning into her touch.

"I'll let you know if there's anything to worry about." Her hand lingers between your shoulder blades and you squirm as she touches the spot you had the stinging sensation.

You get a flash of... you, but somehow not you. At least, not you as you are now. Cold winter air against the shaved sides of your head. What's left of your mane swaying down your back in long, thick braids adorned with feathers and the skulls of... your kills? The collar is the same, about your neck and warm even against the freezing wind, nestled in among a fur mantle stitched into a ragged cloak that's... seen you through many battles? You're standing over the rapidly cooling body of a large bear, big enough to even give you trouble, though the blood dripping from the axe you clutch isn't your own. You hear a chorus of howls behind you, and you know your pack will be here soon to bear witness to another of your kills. They're far from helpless themselves, but you're by far the greatest of them. Soon you'll lead them out of the Northlands and into the cities of men.

"I'll remember that spot," Allegra says, snapping you back into the here and now. "You went somewhere else for a moment there. Good to know I can turn my big bad wolf to mush if I need to."

"You're a wolf too," you retort lamely.

"Yeah, but I think I might be the little spoon now," she snorts. "I'm cool with it."

"Lilith said I'm... not done changing," you say, recalling.

"Guess I'm a lucky girl, then." Allegra smirks with sharpening teeth, climbing up your towering frame to kiss you with darkening lips.