Late night munchies...

Several hours later…

Waking up in the middle of the night to a growl from her stomach, Emma’s eyes shot wide open, and her face pouted in annoyance.

“Blasted stomach… Wasn’t the roast enough for you?”

Her reply was another growl from her stomach, one that was rather painful as she bit her lip and curled closer to Scott who slept soundly despite the noise.

“Fine! Dammit all…”

Sitting up in bed and pulling on one of her white silk sleeve night gowns, Emma got up to her feet and silently stormed out of the bedroom and made her way down the hall towards the stairs in the dead of night. Passing by a mirror on the wall on her way to the kitchen, she never noticed how her skin looked utterly pale, or how blood shot her eyes seemed. Rolling her shoulder, her nightgown felt tight around her back and arms, almost like the thing was two sizes too small. Ignoring that, she opened the fridge door and squinted from the internal light only for a split second when her smile returned to the view of a packed fridge. Her stomach growled again, but this time the pain could be ignored as she reached for something to eat.

“Sigh… Finally.”

Pulling out a plastic container filled with chicken drumsticks from a previous dinner, Emma stuck it into the microwave before sticking her head back into the refrigerator for something to pick at while she waited. Grabbing a package of sliced ham, she peeled the packaging off and bit into the honeyed ham like one would bite into an apple.

When the microwave open ‘pinged’, her attention immediately fell to the cookware and she pulled out the cooked chicken, picking from both sources of meat one after the other. Biting into a chicken wing, her eyes fluttered from the warm taste, so distracted from the seasoned breading covered the chicken thigh she didn’t even hear the back of her night robe split open to reveal bare albino skin.

Taking another bite, her shoulders ripped free of the sleeves, sporting larger muscles underneath as she seemed to grow physically stronger by the second.

“My goodness Remy, what did you PUT on these wings?!”

Taking another bite, her fanged teeth tore into the drumstick as she closed her red fluttering eyes, her skin now chalk white as her hair grew longer and wilder. Shivering from the flavour, she never noticed the sheen of fur begin to develop down her neck and back as her body grew more and more defined and larger, the sash around her waist coming loose as her hips and thighs grew wider with muscle, her chest practically tripling in size like a pair of ripe melons pushing free of the silken fabric. Sticking her head back into the fridge for something else to eat, Emma grew taller as well as larger, sticking her head deep into the refrigerator while her waist rose higher and higher. A tail sprouted above her derriere that swatted back and forth like the tail of a cat as she stood up and bumped her head on the roof of the fridge, sticking her head out to reveal black, gnarled horns she scratched at. Ignoring the headache to take a bite out of a package of thawed hotdogs without bothering to cook them.

“Hmm… How did I EVER shirk away at turkey dogs?!”

Biting into the package again she tossed her ruined nightgown aside and continued to devour her meal.

*

6 AM…

Yawning into his hand and scratching at his thigh, Logan staggered his way down the stairs to the school’s kitchen to get himself some coffee. The moment he entered the doorframe, he stopped dead in his tracks when he found the refrigerator door wide open and sitting in front of it was at first glance looked like a damned polar bear eating them out of house and home!

Slowly making his way around the kitchen counter to get closer, he found the creature was in fact humanoid in shape, completely covered in course white fur and solidly built. Crouch to the ground where a feline tail flicked behind her, the she-beast had a pair of jet-black horns that crowned her head. It wasn’t until her pointed ears flicked to catch the man moving that she snapped her attention to her left to see him face to face, stuffing herself with cold cuts from the meat shelf and eyeing him with blood red eyes and a fanged growled from her stuffed mouth.

“Emma?!”

Dry swallowing her meal, the she-wendigo reached back into the refrigerator for something else to eat.

“Oh, FUCK OFF Logan! Like you didn’t have the case of the munchies before dawn!”