Wenclair's Love Story

Cheer Up Charlie

T.W- reference to SA

Wednesday Addams POV:

I feel something heavy on my abdominals as I fade into consciousness again. It's... furry? My eyes flutter awake, Enid's massive werewolf form takes up my field of vision. She's curled into a huge ball, the blanket she stole barely covers ⅕ of her large torso. The pressure from just her skull is quite stupendous, her wolf form must easily weigh over 300 pounds. It's astonishing how the mass in her body can re-particularize by borrowing atoms from the air around her.

She must have shifted in her sleep. I've heard of sleepwalking, sleep talking, and sleep eating, but sleep turning is a new one.

Her mattress shakes as well, we must be putting too much weight on the frame, it's only a twin after all. Suddenly, the world falls 6 inches, causing a loud slapping sound to echo throughout the room, piercing my ears as wood collides with the floor. This phenomenon makes Enid bolt up awake with a throaty howl.

"Wednesday?" She shouts, "Why are you so... tiny today? Did you shrink or did I grow?" She asks, rubbing her eyes with hairy paws, "Wait, am I a- did I turn in my... what is happening right now?" She asks, still groggy as her head hits the ceiling, eliciting yet another howl.

"I'm as surprised as you are. It seems you've broken the bed since your weight has multiplied, causing the pressure to tilt the pegs and give out."

Her snout bluster's chill air as she looks down at her paws, promptly shifting back into her human state. The bed continues creaking while she makes the transition, surely waking everyone else in the house - if they somehow slept through the sound of the bed collapsing.

She pants, "There we go," as she stares down at her human hands, "all fixed... as for the bed? Not so much," Enid giggles, tackling me down to a floor coated in stray feathers and the pillows they came from.

She makes haste, showering me in kisses the second my head collides with the fluff of the floor. I feel something sharp digging into my back. As much as I love pain, I'd rather not be speared to deaf by my werewolfs nails. At least not in this moment.

"Your nails... Still out," I wince, feeling her colorful talons dig into my back just as she contracts them.

"Sorry, I got a little excited," she shyly admits, flipping herself around to kiss over the pain, it stings, but in the best way possible. After she's done ensuring each scratch is properly cared for, she stands up, doing her morning stretches.

I shift my attention to her bare body and instantly my mood is brightened to a stormy gray, the light reflecting off her, highlighting each soft curve as she arches her back, yawning with the airyness that makes her voice a new kind of irresistible.

She waves a hand in front of my face, catching me in the act of staring as I feel my buccinator muscles growing hot. I attempt to change the subject, "Do you think your father is up? I want to ask him a few things."

Enid smirks, "Yeah, he should be awake, but I have a better question, do you like the view?" She asks, swaying her hips as she outlines her body with smooth fingertips, gliding across her soft skin.

I clear my throat into a nod as I try my hardest to look away. It's obvious she is using some form of seduction to prevent me from leaving. I must resist.

"You don't have to look away, Wednesday, I like it when you blush over me."

I do what any girl would in my situation, I lift my gaze back up, slowly admiring the view before landing my sights on her face. It appears I have bitten my bottom lip, eyeing her like one does before digging into their favorite feast. Then I remember Murrays rule: Keep the door open.