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>"Hey! Slow down! You're going to pull my hand off!"

>My girlfriend doesn't heed my warning as she continues to pull me towards the beach, the thin wooden walkway creaking as we trample across it

>"Come on-come on-come on! We're going to miss it!" She shouts back

>"Miss what?" I say with a laugh. “It's seven o'clock on a weekday! What could possibly be going on at the beach that we're going to miss?"

>"Shut up! You'll see!"

>I can't help but giggle as the five foot tall gray furry menace known as Marcy continues to manhandle me across the boardwalk

>Despite having a fairly tall human father and a wolfess of average height as a mother Marcy seemed to have lost the genetic lottery when it came to height, or maybe more than just lost, she practically blew her entire life savings then went into debt on tickets only to win a whole lot of nothing in return

>At an even five feet tall she was placed just barely above the legal definition of dwarf when it came to wolves, a fact that she only revealed to me after downing a few too many beers during a party

>Not that her height seemed to slow her down at all, she was an exceptionally active individual despite being vertically challenged

>Constant trips to the gym, getting straight As semester after semester, finding time to work at the local homeless shelter, not to mention that she was the captain of our university's adventure club which meant a steady stream of camping, hiking, and several other outdoor activities

>I only wish I could have half as much energy as she does, then I might be able to elevate myself beyond being a terminal B student and develop a hobby that didn't involve sitting in front of a computer screen all day

>Our feet touch sand and Marcy slows down her frantic pace, finally releasing my hand from her iron grip

>"So, why did you bring me out here Marcy? There's no one around, and if you were planning on sunbathing we're a little late considering the sun's almost below the horizon."

>She turns to me with a mischievous smile

>"Believe me Anon, we arrived exactly when I planned us to. And as for why we're here, well, that's a surprise. A surprise that you'll understand in just a few minutes."

>I step back and cross my arms.

>"Alright, fine, keep your secrets. But can you at least give me a hint as to why we're out here all alone? If this is some sort of plan to get us kidnapped by a supervillain and turned into their mindless slaves I think you're doing a pretty good job so far."

>She laughs in response

>"No, no, it's nothing like that. Believe me, I hate those guys just as much as everyone else, especially after Tyler the Terrier Terror blew up the city's power plant and we didn't have any electricity for weeks. But speaking of superheroes and villains, you know Marcella the Moonlit Mistress?"

>I put a hand to my chin and rack my memory, I'm never as up to date on the goings on of heroes and villains, like most everyone else I'm content to let them do their thing and just try to keep out of the crossfire

>"Uhh, ya, she's that big white wolfess right? I think she took down that squid guy a while ago. He was trying to destroy some kind of restaurant?"

>"Octopus, he was an octopus, and she tore off four of his limbs before the little squishy coward retreated back under the waves. He was trying to blow up a seafood restaurant for frying up all his 'little friends' as he called them."

>"Tasty little friends, that go well with tartar sauce and fries. I don't blame him for trying to keep all those fish to himself, they're delicious as hell."

>She shakes her head in disappointment

>"Anon, please try to take this seriously. He tried to kill innocent people for daring to eat feral fish. He's clearly not mentally well."

>"Okay, okay, I'll try to take the fish loving octopus man as seriously as I can. But why are you bringing all this up in the first place? Did you bring us out here to have a meeting with him or something? Thinking of getting his approval before you open a seafood restaurant of your own?"

>She punches me in the shoulder, it doesn't hurt very much

>"I said try to take this seriously! It's not the octopus I'm trying to draw attention to here, it's Marcella." Marcy suddenly averts her gaze downward, embarrassed at what she was about to ask. “Do, you know, like her?"

>My eyebrows wrinkle in confusion

>"Like her? I've never even met her."

>"I know that, but do you like what she does? Do you like her costume? Her looks? The way she dispenses justice?"

>I shrug

>"Sure, but there's only room for one wolfess in my life and that's you Marcy. I appreciate what Marcella does but she doesn't have your personality, your drive, and she's way too tall for my taste."

>She gives a toothy chuckle in response then glances at the darkening horizon

>"Good, because you're about to meet her."

>"…what?"

>She takes a few steps backwards and pulls the loose dress she was wearing over her head

>It falls to the ground and I gasp in shock

>Below her dress she was wearing a shiny latex bra and matching latex skirt, never in my life have I seen her in something so risqué

>But the strangest thing is how they're both clearly way too large for her, the skirt nearly touches her knees and the bra is far too voluminous for her modest bust

>Before I even have a chance to question it she hunches over as the sounds of bones creaking and muscles stretching fill the salty air

>Her legs lengthen, her muscles bulge, the claws on her feet and hands grow longer and sharper, her muzzle pushes forward and her tail droops to the ground

>But the thing my eyes are drawn to the most is her fur, how it changes from a drab gray into a bright pearly white

>When her transformation was apparently done she breathes in to fill her newly expanded lungs and releases it in a mighty howl

>"AWOOOOOOOOOOO!" She shouts at the moon, her voice loud and booming

>Her muzzle pans down and locks onto me

>My mouth opens but nothing comes out, what could I even say?

>She looks down and waves her hands across her body

>"Well? What do you think?" She says with a smirk

>I blink a few times before finally drawing my eyes up to her own, finally coming out of total shock

>"You're…Marcella the Moonlit Mistress?"

>She nods with a smile and walks closer

>Only now do I realize that she's easily gained two feet during her transformation, standing tall at an easy seven feet

>She straightens her back and puts her hands on her hips

>"Marcella the white wolfess at your service. Ready to dispense justice until the sun comes up."

>"But how did you change? Is it some sort of mutation? Were you bitten by a genetically altered wolf as a pup? Spend too much time near a toxic waste dump?"

>"Nope! You know what werewolves are?"

>"Of course, it's a human who's cursed to turn into a half human half wolf hybrid on every full moon. But Marcy you're already a wolf, are you some sort of like…"

>I trail off and scratch my head, trying in vain to find the correct term

>"I'm a werewifwolf, Anon. A wolfess who's cursed to turn into an even meaner wolfess on every full moon. It's the result of having a regular werewolf as a father and an anthro wolfess as a mother, a very rare combination."

>"And this is why you have the alter ego of Marcella?"

>"You bet! If I didn't put this superhuman strength, speed, and agility to good use it would just be a waste! So now on every full moon I put on my costume and seek out evil doers, ruining their plans in a single night."

>"That certainly explains a few things. Like all those times you couldn't come over due to being sick from accidentally eating too much chocolate. I always thought it was a silly excuse and now I know what you were really doing! Fighting crime!"

>She averts her gaze as her ears flatten

>"Uhh, ya, I mean, most of the time I was fighting crime. And some of the time I was actually sick. Because I like chocolate. Maybe a little too much."

>"You really got to get a hold of yourself, that stuff's not good for canines."

>"I know-I know! It just tastes too damn good. Anyway, I'm sorry for not telling you sooner about this, I just had to make sure you were trustworthy before I let you know about my secret identity. If a villain found out they could really ruin my life."

>"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me Marcy. I would never want anything to happen to you, especially considering most of the time you're, you know…"

>"Small? I know, believe me I look forward to every full moon when I can finally tower over people and strike fear into their hearts with nothing more than a mean look and flash of my claws. I even waited for the super moon to reveal my secret identity to you, so that there would be a lot of light and you wouldn't get scared."

>I glance towards the moon and yep, it does seem brighter than normal

>My eyes drift back to her and I can't help but look over her body through the moonlight

>Now that she's changed her clothing has really filled out

>The latex bra is now tight against her fur, straining to hold up her massive mammaries

>And the skirt now only goes up to her mid-thigh, tight enough to be form fitting without restricting too much of her movement

>Both of them contrast with her fur, the shiny black material reflecting the blue shades of the moon, her whole body a stunning mix of black, blue, and white

>But as I take in her form something seems to be missing

>"Wait a minute, don't you normally wear latex leggings? And where's your whip? Isn't that your signature weapon?"

>"The skirt and bra I can get away with wearing under my regular clothing, but the whip and leggings aren't exactly compatible. I wanted this to be a surprise, after all." Her voice takes on a sultry tone. “But I did pack them in the car if you want to give my full costume an inspection. A hands on inspection, to be exact."

>My eyes drift down to her pendulous boobs, their furry, soft, goodness barely restrained by that thin latex bra

>God, I want nothing more than to hold her sweater puppies in my hands, and her regular puppies too

>"I would want nothing more than do that. But you said this was a super moon right? I've seen pictures of Marcella the Moonlit Mistress same as everyone else but in real life your assets are bigger than what the pictures lead me to believe. Have your werewifwolf assets always been this large or did the moon have some part in it?"

>She looks down and cups her tits

>"Nope, they've always been this big, easily quadruple my regular cup size. They can make hand to hand combat a pain sometimes, but they also serve as a useful distraction to the weaker willed evil doers. Do you have any idea how many henchmen I've knocked out cold because they were more focused on ogling my tits rather than paying attention to the fight? Dozens!"

>"I'm not surprised. You've got a real bounce to your chest."

>"Damn right! Now that you're aware of my secret identity do you want to head someplace a little more remote, or have some fun right here, on the beach? We could-“

>Marcy suddenly cuts herself off and doubles over, a pained grunt escaping her mouth

>I step near her with a hand held out

>"Something wrong?" I ask

>"No…I…I'm changing again…maybe doing this during a supermoon wasn't the best idea." She says through gritted teeth

>Once again I hear bones creak and flesh shift

>She grows taller, her already muscular body gaining even more layers of rock hard muscle, she assumes a hunched over posture as her body struggles to deal with the new increase in mass

>One of the straps on her bra snaps loose as holes are torn in her skirt, white fur spilling over black latex

>Eventually the changes stop and I gaze up at her once more

>She's easily gained an extra foot, now standing three whole feet taller than her regular, pint sized form

>She brings her paws in front of her face in shock

>"Marcy, you uhh, you okay?" I meekly ask, some kind of primal fear overtaking me as I gaze at the massive beast woman

>"Me…bigger…stronger…"

>She speaks slowly, as if she barely understands the words coming out of her muzzle

>"Are you okay up there Marcy? You sound a little…strange."

>"Marcy feel good…Marcy feel heat between legs." She points to me. “Snu-snu…now!"

>From her speech it's clear that while gaining height and muscle she also lost a few IQ points in the process

>Or maybe a few dozen

>"No Marcy, you would break me, you're huge!"

>"Marcy…huge…but…Marcy be careful with small Anon. Marcy take good care of Anon's weak pelvis."

>"I…I don't even know if you're even in a state where you could give consent Marcy."

>"Marcy not need consent! Marcy need relief!"

>"I know but-“

>*PEW PEW PEW*

>I'm cut off as the sky is filled with blinding red streaks of light

>We look over to the shoreline to see none other than Octo the Octopus slithering his way out of the water

>"The tyranny of land walkers is over! The reign of the aquatics has begun! Ha-ha! Fear me pathetic air breathers! Ha-ha-ha!" He cackles, a laser gun held in every tentacle as he fires wildly into the air

>Marcy looks to the octopus with a scowl

>"Octopus man…bad…octopus man try to hurt Anon…if Anon hurt then…NO SNU SNU!"

>She puts her claws up and growls at the wriggling mass of tentacles

>"Marcy think about what you're about to do! Marcy come back! Marcy don't kill him! Are you allergic to seafood? Marcy!"

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>My eyes open to sunlight streaming in through a nearby window

>I look around to see all the hallmarks of a hospital bedroom

>Big bed, monitors beeping beside me, nurses and doctors walking past the bedroom door

>Instantly my ears go flat as I recall the events of the previous night

>Taking Anon out to the beach, showing him my secret identity, a second transformation, then…calamari? It all goes fuzzy after that

>Anon, I need to make sure that Anon is okay

>I look around to find my phone placed on a stand next to my bed and instantly call his number

>Ringing…ringing…ringing

>"Hello?"

>"Anon! Are you okay? What happened last night? I only remember half of it."

>"Let's see, first you showed me your secret identity."

>"I remember that, what happened next?"

>"Then you changed a second time. You became even larger than your werewifwolf form, probably twice as heavy but you lost half your IQ points in the process."

>"Shit, must have been because of that giant moon last night. What happened after that? Why am I in the hospital?"

>"Calm down, I'm getting there. After you changed a second time your good friend Octo the Octopus emerged from the shore intent on subduing everyone that dared walk on land or eat a fish stick. To make a long story short this made you really mad and you ended up tearing off all but one of his tentacles and throwing him back into the water. You almost killed him."

>I can't help but chuckle a little

>"He's an octopus, they'll grow back. And hopefully the next time he gets out of the water he'll bring some manners with him."

>"I think he may never get out of the water again after what you did to him. Anyway, when you changed back into your regular five foot self you passed out so I called an ambulance. I wasn't sure what else to do."

>"Good thinking, that was the first time I've ever changed twice during a full moon. I feel fine now though, they'll probably release me soon and we can be back together."

>"I'm afraid not Marcy, I'll be in here a lot longer than you will after what you did to me."

>"What?!"

>"Look to your right."

>I look across the hallway to the room on my right

>The curtain that hid the bed is pulled open and I see Anon staring back at me

>His entire lower body is covered in a cast and his face is plastered with a look of stern disapproval

>"Oh. Sorry." I blurt out, an apologetic look on my face

>His face brightens ever so slightly

>"Having my pelvis broken really sucks, but you should have seen the look on the paramedics faces when I told them you're the one that did this to me."