In an atmosphere of animalistic noises, Wayne strolled casually though the spacious monster's street market. To humans it would very much be mistaken for a zoo, as indeed everywhere you looked, there were cage after cage of live animals that one would expect to see as such a place. Here and there, amongst many others, there were deer, turkeys, ducks, giraffes, wildebeest, kangaroos, rhino, hippos, sheep, goats, pigs, and elephants. There were lions and bears, too, but no wolves or wolf cousins though, cause that would be just wrong.
Bigfoot, and his international yeti network were known for their top notch variety at on the budget prices, and few were as on a budget as Wayne. Still he liked to browse.
A month ago, a couple weeks between Mavis' 118th birthday bash and Wanda's whelping of the werewolf family's latest litter, he had sprung for an elephant. The equally enormous cost of such a classy slab had been graciously sponsored by Dracula, but mostly Mavis. Equally paid for had been getting the Yetis to deliver it to a secluded dining area and erecting a tent for the gathering, both for privacy and avoidance of embarrassment of his pack's table manners. To get all of them there, Wayne had rented a bus for the night.
Long, long time ago, Wayne had arranged a similar get together with Wanda, himself, their then nine mewling cubs with more on the way, and a buffalo by the lake under a full wolf moon. Though a far less romantic of an environment, and a far more crowded of a gathering, Wayne hoped to rekindle the possible Zing they had during that time.
The fact that everyone was staring in wide-eyed awe at the hulking, trumpeting beast was a very good start.
As much as she likes to state otherwise, pregnancy makes Wanda quite ravenous and it brought a blissful smile to Wayne's face to see that she could hardly contain her drooling at the sight of the securely tied down meat banquet. Despite that, she still insisted, after shaking herself off and regaining her composure, that the cub pack go first, to which they were more than happy to comply.
Wayne was going to object, fearing it would be ripped to shreds and there'd be none left for him and the wife he'd really gotten it for, but next thing he knew the elephant was covered in biting, clawing cubs and he was on his back, swept off his feet and pinned down under the heavy weight of her ponderously pregnant wife. The only thing he could hear, see, feel, and taste was her licking, nipping, and nuzzling, scratching signs of affection.
Suddenly he didn't care if he got to eat or not, as on top of her heavy petting, he couldn't get over the fact that his unborn cubs were into the act as well. Her belly was the most prominent part of her, her cubs were the most prominent contents of her belly, and he could distinctly feel them wiggling and kicking up a storm between them, most likely from being squeezed and jerked about so much.
In short order, Wayne's shirt had been mostly de-buttoned and Wanda's dress and housecoat had worked their way up to being bunched up at her chest, like a excessively ruffled shirt. Wayne so wanted to pull it all the way off and see more than just flashs of the wide bulk of silky fur behind the bunched up fabric, but he knew Wanda too well. Therefore, despite being mostly lost in the dreamy fog of his wife's affection and her fur brushing against his, he pushed her away from him, and got up to stand between her and her cubs before pointing out her wardrobe malfunction.
Wanda liked to maintain an heir of decency, especially around her cubs, so the yelp and fruitless attempt at covering her barely there eight teats with her two dainty arms was completely expected. Wayne just waited there with his arms outstretched, and when she finally took his hand, he gently, but far from effortlessly helped her to her feet. Once up, she put her full attention to tugged and smoothed her clothing out over her multi-cub bloated belly and maternally plumped hips. Though it drew a momentarily half-angry glance from her, Wayne couldn't help but chuckle at these antics of his wife, as she probably wouldn't have had to worry as much if only was he not the only one that wore the pants in the family, but the underwear as well.
Their cubs were quite familiar with each other's rear ends, and, much to his annoyance, Wayne's as well, but them seeing or sniffing Wanda's was, at least in her own mind, off limits.
Also, all that excitement and rubbing of her belly against him had gotten Wanda's teats lactating, and her fidgeting with her clothes was doing little more to help that dilemma than making little clusters of milk stain spots here and there.
"Oh dear", she yipped when she say them, and Wayne wrapped his arms around her and drew her close to him.
"No one saw anything, and they won't see that either", Wayne whispered to her, to which she sighed happily and rubbed her head against his chest.
That was about the time the moaning and groaning began, and Wayne and Wanda's attention was turned to their kids. Annoyed at another bonding moment lost, it felt fitting to describe what was going on as their cubs were dropping off the elephant carcass like bloated leaches into a growing sea of bloodied fur.
A little over two decades ago, there had only been five cubs to feed. Now, the triplets waiting to spring forth from his wife's womb in a couple weeks after this event would push that number over five dozen. How things had so ballooned out of control through the years was enough to give Wayne nightmares, and yet it kept recurring, and for one fleeting reason after another, he kept let it recur.
Sometimes it was twins. Sometimes it was sextuplets. Usually it was in between, but it'd been a rare year that when Wanda had gone into heat six months after having whelped her last litter, that Wayne hadn't succumbed and quenched it, only to be reprised with an even larger brood.
That was a thought for a different time. The cubs had more than gotten their fill, so it was back to trying rekindle the Zing.
Again, Wayne let Wanda go, but this time turned her towards the elephant, whispering for her to eat up. Eat till her heart was content. Eat until their rambunctious little ones within her's hearts were content. This deceased walking banquet, he'd gotten it for her.
"Oh, but, honey. Now…", Wanda started. Wayne could see she was torn between comforting her vast number of gluttonous kids, digging into the still more than half-meated entrée herself as Wayne wanted her to, and figuring out how to do either while not further messing up her clothes. "Maybe we should just save the rest for later. I can probably get a week's worth of leftovers out of what's left."
"Please, Wanda, my darling sweet, sweet wife. I'll take the cubs home. They'll understand. They're too punch-drunk off all the meat to care where they are or what's going on. Just have as much as you want to have, and I'll worry about getting the leftovers home later", Wayne insisted.
Wanda was still fidgeting with her dress and housecoat, so Wayne undid his belt and dropped his pants and underwear.
"Honey! What are you-", Wanda gasped, and started to waddle over to shield her suddenly impulsive husband's maleness from her cub's eyes.
"Hey, look kids! Daddy's naked! You can gnaw on him all you want now!", Wayne exclaimed to the crowd, whom just grunted and groaned and then went back to trying to sleep their overstuffed tummies away. "See, they don't care, darling. You can take you're dress off, and I'll come back with a nice, neat, clean one."
"I don't know", Wanda started as Wayne pulled his pants and underwear back up.
"I'll throw you maw down into that elephant myself, if I have to, with or without your clothes still on", Wayne stated, arms on his hips.
"You wouldn't dare", Wanda gasped, though the thought of Wayne picking up her whale of a self and hurling her into the carcass like it was nothing did send a tinkle down her spine.
"No, I wouldn't… The cubs would maul me to death on the way home, glutton's remorse or not", Wayne stated with a frown, glancing over at all the cubs of all ages he, regardless of what Wanda decided, have to load into the bus by himself. Honestly, he didn't want to have to carry his wife around, too.
"They do love you, honey. They just have their own way of showing it", Wanda sighed, then curtsied.
Very much to Wayne's surprise, instead of letting go of her dress after she dipped, she lifted it over her head, exposing her whole belly and bottomless self to her cubs, but specifically Wayne. Grinning ear to ear, Wayne stepped up to her and took the end of dress into his hands, and she wriggled down out of it, and at the same time, her housecoat, leaving her naked at his feet.
Wayne draped Wanda's clothes over one arm, and reached out to her with the other hand, helping to lift her back to her feet. Then, after rubbing her vastly gravid belly, Wayne escorted his skittish wife through the thick maze of cubs until she was right up to the elephant.
While Wayne ferried the cubs one or two at a time into the bus, Wanda started on the massive carrion. Hesitantly and civil-like at first, glancing at Wayne and her cubs occasionally for any negative reactions, but as time went on, she became more and more feral in her consumption. By the time, Wayne had only a few more cubs to load into the bus, Wanda had made a noticeable dent in the elephant and was laying beside it, stroking her twitching belly, it also noticeably larger.
Wayne left her be as he finished loading the cubs into the bus, and then gave her a momentary nuzzle and kiss before heading home to drop their sizable pack off and get them in bed.
Upon his return to the tent, Wayne found Wanda sitting up against the cadaver, stroking her ponderous belly as she smiled blissfully at him.
"So, did you thoroughly enjoy yourself, my sweet", Wayne asked in front of her, reaching out a hand to help her up.
"I'd enjoy myself more, darling, if you joined me in finishing this up", Wanda replied with a smirk.
"Well, dragging all those cubs around all night has worked up quite an appetite, but what of all that talk about leftovers", Wayne asked as Wanda rolled over and started unbuckling his belt.
"Guess we'll just see what's left afterwards. I'm not that hungry right now anyways", Wanda replied as Wayne let his pants drop, and he stepped out of them before wiggling out of his underwear.
Wayne folded up, and set his clothes to the side, and then the werewolf couple went tooth and claw at the elephant's innards, just like old times. Much to Wayne's surprise and amusement, despite having eaten only an hour or two earlier, Wanda continued to nearly match him bite for bite. When all was said and done, and both their bellies were filled to bursting, the elephant still wasn't picked clean, but they'd gotten pretty close. Snuggling up to his wife, Wayne figured she could probably pack a reasonable amount of lunches with what was left.
When Wanda woke up hours later, before the sun had started cracking the night sky, she waddled around licking Wayne's fur clean as best she could without completely standing up, and then woke him up with some nipping of the ears. Once he was awake, she tittered to him about her not being the only one with the distended belly. Wayne, patting his own bloated tummy, got a good laugh out of that, and then they started cleaning each other up as Wayne helped his wife to her feet. He helped her waddle over to the bus, got her clear clothes out of it, and then started dressing, or Wanda tried to.
"Surely I didn't eat that much did I? The clothes shrunk, or you brought my non-maternities, maybe", Wanda said, trying to pull and tug and squeeze her dress off of the top wide slope of her massive furry mound.
With a whistle, Wayne circled his wife, to take in the full damage of what her gorging had done. Very rarely through all their years together had he seen her belly that large, and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't expected or hoped to see it that large that night. Just at a glance, he'd have to say she was double what she'd been before he'd brought her here.
Stroking and patting her belly, Wayne replied warmly, "Let's go home, and I'll grab a sheet to wrap you in until the swelling goes down."
"Yes. Lets", Wanda sighed happily, a glimmer in her eye, as she leaned in on her thoughtful hubby as he practically lifted her into bus, cumbersome extra weight and all.
Back at the supermarket, Wayne sighed happily as he paid for a caribou and five dozen hares.