Witch Hazel
Chapter 4 part 3
“He’s a chick magnet, he’s a chick magnet and he’s calling all the chicks from the chicky chick planeeeeettt!”
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Witch Hazel Chapter 4 part 2
Witch Hazel
Chapter 4 part 2
Heavily pregnant Benita decided to visit the bookstore and grocery store. She’s gotten tired of living off pancakes and wants to learn a few new tricks in the kitchen.
witch hazel chapter 3 part 9
witch hazel
chapter 3 part 9
Diego, seated comfortably at his second hand desk in his cozy little workspace, decided to write his first novel.
Attack of the Nipplebacks, a riveting tale of biting titty monsters will arrive on shelves to haunt your dreams in the near future!
witch hazel chapter 3 part 8
witch hazel
chapter 3 part 8
“Why do I smell like Sigrun?” Diego had the smuggest smile. “Because I hit that. So many times.”
witch hazel chapter 3 part 7
witch hazel
chapter 3 part 7
Benita was past the point of trying to be sexy. She was big as a whale and felt like it too. It had advanced to the stage of ‘if I can get it on with minimum struggle, I’ll wear it, to hell with matching colors or patterns.'
“Why are you wearing my grandma’s old sweater?”
“Because your grandma, bless her, was a fattie like me and it fits.” Benita shoveled waffles into her mouth, pushing her hair out of her face with her free hand. It was a mess and she was too tired to care.
“You’re not fat,” Leonardo protested. “You’re gorgeous. I’m going to take you shopping.”
“Don’t bother, unless you’re taking me to the grocery store,” she crammed another mouthful in. She’d only half chewed that when she was taking another, and Leo watched with mixed amusement and concern. “We’re out of hot sauce, by the way.”
Leonardo groaned. She’d been eating hot sauce on everything. Hot sauce ice cream. Hot sauce pickles. Hot sauce eggs. Hot sauce chili. He wondered if the baby was a wolf or a dragon with as much spice as she was craving. He caught her eating habaneros out of the fridge the night before. “I’ll buy another crate on my way home from work.”
“Be careful at work,” she said as he got ready to head out the door to his car pool. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’m always careful,” he smiled, straightening his tie. “Be good for me. I’ll make you dinner when I get home, okay?”
“I’ll hold you to that.” Benita pulled him down to her level for a kiss.
With Leonardo rushing off to catch his ride, Benita wobbled back up the stairs and collapsed in the rocker she’d not yet gotten a chance to use.
“Oh, this thing is nice.”
If she caught her man napping in it now, the fight would be real.
Benita went out to buy a few things while Leo was at work and met Sigrun, the Alpha’s wife, outside the bookstore.
“Oh my goodness, look at you!” Sigrun exclaimed. “You’re huge!”
“Wow. Thanks for that,” Benita mumbled sarcastically. “Everyone’s huge compared to you, you’re skin and bones.” Ordinarily that remark might not have emerged but pregnancy hormones made her crabby.
“I’m sorry,” chuckled the blond. “Can I feel?”
“May as well,” Benita put her hands on her hips. “Little monster’s kicking up a storm.”
Diego: Leonardo, are you in there?! It looks like she swallowed you whole!
Benita: You ass.
Diego: Stay calm! I’ll slay the beast and get you out!
Sigrun: Baby you’re hotter than hot.
Diego: oh poptart, you scandalous thing.
Benita found that as time went on and she got bigger, she spent more and more time exhausted from the effort of keeping her body upright. Her little gander on the town completely exhausted her, so she crawled into bed to nap and wait for her man to come home.
She might have cried a little that they didn’t have hot sauce.
“Gods above, we just bought this thing, why is it already broken?” muttered Leonardo as he crawled on his hands and knees in the kitchen. “Useless modern technology. Nothing made worth a shit anymore. I swear kids these days don’t know what they’re doing.” He continued his old man rant under his breath as he fiddled with the device, trying to discern the problem.
"Damnit, I think there’s something in the filter. Benita can you pass me the screwdriver? Benita?“ He looked up and around, issuing a disgruntled snort when he realized she’d ditched him. He rummaged in his toolbox for the screwdriver, muttering to himself, "I feel so loved. I brought home a crate of hot sauce to make my wife happy and she won’t even keep me company while I repair everything she broke during my work day.”
The missing wife was upstairs in her new favorite chair, comfy with a book and a tummy full of whatever nasty craving she’d had. Ignorance is bliss as they say, and she smiled as she turned a page, thinking to herself what a good man she’d found. He was such a patient sweetheart.
Diego came over to visit his family and was subjected to a somewhat invasive sniffing.
“Why do you smell like the alpha’s mate?” Leonardo growled. Surely his brother wasn’t that dumb.
witch hazel chapter 3 part 6
Witch Hazel
Chapter 3 Part 6
“He’s an odd little fellow, isn’t he?” mused Sigrun as the acrobat fell on his ass after an attempt to stand like a statue.
“Yeah,” Camille nodded. “Kinda cute though.”
Diego glowered from his spot on the grass and wondered if he could see up their skirts by doing a handstand. He was willing to bet Sigrun wasn’t wearing any panties.
Benita hadn’t been feeling well lately, so Leonardo took to caring for her like a champ. He cleaned, he cooked, he cleaned her up after she finished each visit to the toilet bowl.
“Do you need to go to the doctor?” he asked, glancing at her as she nibbled at her waffles. “This has been going on for a while now.”
“I hate doctors,” she pushed fruit around on her plate. It didn’t even smell good. Maybe it was just Leonardo’s cooking…
The moment Benita broke the news to Leonardo. She was pretty nervous, after all, she’d recently been changed from a human and had next to no idea what was happening with her body and no real clue how Leo would take this news.
He seemed pretty happy though.
The nursery upstairs, in Diego’s old room. Leonardo broke his back on this one, it’s his first baby so he’s pretty excited.
Mostly he’s excited to nap in the rocking chair, pissing Benita off every time her big belly exhausts her and she wants a comfortable place to drop her massive self for an hour. I think he gets some sick amusement from her stomping her foot and yelling at him.
Flashback:
Diego came romping down the stairs as Leonardo walked back in from a long day at work. “Look, look!” he bounced from one foot to another in his brightly colored jammies, clearly never having left the house all day by - Leo glanced at the clock - 3 PM.
“Look at what?” he asked, setting his wallet and keys down on the end table. He tried to look at Diego as little as possible when the rainbow of neon colors made his eyes hurt. His brother was…. what was the word? Quirky? Special? None of those seemed to fit this scenario.
Diego stopped bouncing and jutted out a pouty lip. “You’re not looking.”
“What am I supposed to look at?” Leonardo pulled off his shoes and finally glanced up. He hid his pained double take fairly well, it came off only as a startled jump when he saw what his brother had done to his hair. “Gods and goddesses alike,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“You don’t like it?” Diego pouted a little more.
“You kinda look like, ahhh, you fell in a mop bucket of leftover hair dye,” Leonardo chuckled. “Or got colored on by small children. Perhaps the stylist had a seizure?”
His brother gave a huff, crossing his arms and storming off. “You don’t understand fashion.”
Benita watched him stalk up the stairs. “If that’s fashion, count me out,” she said to her mate. “Maybe it’s time to find him his own place.”
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