REALLY Hungry…

[META WARNING: Sliiiiiiight horror elements? Nothing happens! But thoughts are had. Be warned! Some body horror elements as well as general fucked up stuff! If you are in this for light hearted fun stuff please skip this chapter! You’ll know what happened by context clues in the next chapter!]

Kendra didn’t remember the last time she ate like this. But she needed this craving to stop…

She had ripped open her meat drawer in the fridge and was ravishing just about everything she could find. Pack of bacon? Gone. Sausage? Gone. Even the raw chicken that was defrosting for dinner tomorrow? Gone.

Kendra didn’t care though, because something inside of her was screaming at her right now. She needed to eat, and she needed to eat now. Her body was starving, and her mind was craving a nourishment that only meat could quench. She was desperate… but she couldn’t let that mental image back into her mind.

As her wife laid next to her, asleep, and freshly fucked, the cravings started. At first Kendra tried munching on the snacks she kept in her bedside drawer, but that wasn’t enough. She tried to sleep it off… but something compelled her to turn around. To get a good look at the freshly fucked meat bag laying next to her and…

Big tits… thick thighs… not enough fat to be gamey. She looks… delicious…

“Oh dear Lord…” Kendra whispered as she pulled herself out of the bed. She could hear Martha starting to stir as the doors closed behind her. She didn’t care though, Kendra needed food, actual food.

Or Martha…- - - - - -

Kendra was face-first into a frozen bag of Tyson Chicken Nuggets, her teeth gnashing and ripping through the plastic bag. Her nails, now sharp as razors, digging into the pork tenderloin in front of her, ripping the flesh off of the bone as easy as ripping a sticky note off of a pack.

This new arm is strong…

She could hear herself chewing, no, mauling the rotisserie chicken that was still in the fridge. She didn’t taste the bones, but the entire carcass was gone by the time she threw the paper box away in a heap. It wasn’t enough… none of it was enough! She needed to eat… she needed to feast. She needed real food.

Her arms were getting heavy now, and so was… her ass? No… no it was something on her ass like… like it was above it? Weighing her down. She tried to turn to see what it was but…

“M-Mommy?” A sound, a voice coming from the door to the kitchen. Kendra turned to meet the eyes of the little girl standing in the doorway. She was still in her PJs, rubbing her eyes softly as she stepped into the dim light of the open fridge. Her eyes unfocused, but as she started to wake up her entire demeanor changed.

“MOMMY!” Bernadette screamed, as her eyes widened and she started to scurry backwards, pressing her back against the faraway wall from Kendra. The noise was annoying… no, infuriating to Kendra. She growled at her own daughter.

She may not be a full meal… but to shut her up?

“Bernie! What is- KENDRA?” Another voice, this one older, more mature. Kendra’s eyes met Martha’s once again as she stepped into the kitchen. She looked… smaller now. Was she slouching? No… No Kendra had gotten bigger. Kendra opened her mouth to speak but before a single syllable could come out-

KLANG!

The sound of metal against a hard surface, and a pain in Kendra’s spine. It wasn’t much, but it was there. Kendra turned to the source, and saw a toaster on the ground, now with a huge dent in it, and behind it a very scared child now staring up at her.

The brat… actually ATTACKED her!

Kendra stepped forward, but Martha quickly ran to put herself in between Kendra and Bernadette. Her breathing was heavy, there was fear in her eyes, but she was holding strong as she stared Kendra down.

“You will not hurt our daughter!” Martha yelled, and it was at this moment Kendra realized… she was shielding Bernadette. The same way she did when they first saw that weird Rhino hybrid rampaging on the street. The way she does when she sees a genuine threat…

Kendra looked down to her hands… no, they were claws now. Large, green, with black talons the size of razors attached to each finger. The weight behind her, she now recognized it as a tail swishing just above her ass. And her size… Kendra had gotten bigger, so much so her head was about to be squished against the ceiling.

She was a threat… a threat to Martha, and to Bernadette.

“I… I’m sorry…” the words were a pain to get out from her throat, and when they did it sounded like she was gargling hot coal. But as soon as the words left her mouth Kendra put her head down and charged, not at her family, but at the back door of the kitchen, leading outside.

“Kendra wait!” The last words she would hear, a final plea leaving Martha’s lips as the door crashed open, wood and drywall flying off of the house and into their backyard. Kendra didn’t look back, she couldn’t look back. She had to run.

Because she was still hungry.