"Oh Wanda. You look fantastic as always. What are you, a size four?"
"Why, yes I am, Mrs. Talbat. How perceptive of you", Wanda replied with a sweet smile. She wanted to add that she should have gotten herself down to a size one or zero by now, but that would have sounded back-handed to the portly elder wolfette.
"I remember when I was your size, but alas I don't have your great genes. My figure went more and more caput with each litter I had… and then I got the hot flashes, and that's when things really went to hell.", Wayne more whined as she poked her doughy midriff.
"Ah, no. You look quite motherly. I'm sure your handsome husband here can't help but snuggle up to you."
"Ha ha. Yes, dumpling. Listen to your step-daughter. Being voluptuous is a good thing."
The eldest were now helping her care for the younger ones, but Wanda was still after all these years very much an active participant in the caring of her brood. Be it tirelessly taking care of the kids and entertaining Wayne privately, or guests publically, or just great werewolf regeneration genes, Wanda is good at getting her slinky figure back within a couple months after whelping.
Wanda wants to keep having more kids, but she fears what will happen when her eggs run out. Wayne shows the same love for her when she's ready to burst as when she's void of cubby fat, but she'd not sure if Wayne would be so willing to mate with her if she couldn't so easily get her figure back.
And yet, Wanda tended to be quite friendly with Quasimodo, especially when she was in the later parts of her pregnancy. Pregnant or not, she was usually eager to sample all the culinary delicacies he could think of, but Drac didn't want him to make.
At Mavis's 118th birthday bash, after the aerobic lesson with the fly guy, she'd worked up quite the appitite and had frequented the pool side buffet, getting a small sample here and there each time. She figured now that it'd probably added up to more than maybe six or seven platefuls by the time her and Wayne finally went back up to their room.
Having fallen into the same fear as everyone else, Wanda had actually been curious as to what a human prepared into a potpie by the ever talented Quasimodo would taste like. Not revealing that there was one in the castle at the time, he had divulged the menu item to Wanda as a possibility, going into detail of how he'd prepare said human, and had been emboldened in doing such by Wanda's mouthwatering reaction. Thus, Quasimodo figured that even if Dracula ultimately disapproved of cooking Johnny, Wayne, Wanda, and their litter would have thoroughly enjoyed the delicacy. If anyone, he knew Wanda would have.
More than anything, Wanda regretted dreaming that night of Mavis's Zing as a table spread of succulent potpies. Later on, a short time before Quasi took it upon himself to snatch Johnny away from Drac, Wanda had tracked down Quasi and asked while stroking her bellyful of equally eager kids, how the surprise was going. When told that he had found the perfect human, she'd been elated and had thought the pot pies all through every event until it'd been revealed that Johnnystien was the human.
And then there was the sheep surprise the next day from Wayne, and that seemed to make up for everything. As did the fact that Griffin had said nothing to anybody about Quasimodo letting in on Wanda his intentions to cook a human. She'd smelled that Griffin was in the area when she and Quasi had talked. It had been of no significance at the time, but if Mavis of all monsters had gotten the impression that Wanda had been egging him on…
Happy everything had turned out alright, she'd eagerly tore into those steaming mutton chunks without a second thought for decency. She had to eat something to get the thought of a Johnny platter out of her and her litter's minds.
At the time, it was easy to blame it all on the growing pups, but she still got hunger pangs sometimes during the lean months between pregnancy and heat. During those times, which were now, if she did slip and prepare a lot of food, she would pass it off to Wayne and the kids, portion out a dainty amount for herself, and gnaw on the bones instead of getting any more.
Also, despite being just as big an eater as her hubby, any joke that, after popping out more than five dozen cubs, she must be quite loose below as well, was far from the truth. Every mating was as pleasurable for Wayne and her, as every group of whelping was as painful as the last. Regardless of the pain of the pushing them out, and the growing uncomfortable of them gestating within her, and hectic-ness of taking care of them once they were out, Wanda still talked about each with a blissful smile while stroking her fertile belly.
Though not saying it to her, Wanda's brood mostly didn't want anything to do with making her a grandmother. The females of the elder litters were of heat age, but they merely had to spend a weekend taking care of their siblings to work up the willpower to say "no" to their urges and keep their legs together regardless of the rump snuffling from a curious male. Those that were on the fence about the idea, swore they'd only have one litter, two at the most, and then if need be they'd get themselves spayed.