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"It sound like you've had some bad breaks" you say, feeling a bit awkward. "Ah, well, that's life" Rex replies, shrugging off his personal tradgedy. "I'm used to it now. Hell, I'm actually starting to prefer being a morph!"
"Won't you be missed? At the parade, I mean?"
"Me? Nah! The kiddies prefer the soft, cuddly animals. Like you. I was a bit worried that you two were my replacements, and that I no longer had a job!" You share a grin at the joke. Rex returns to ministering to Fred, dripping ice cold juice on his tongue. Fred suddenly sneezes violently, his whole massive frame jerking with the force. So do his jaws. Rex is fast- faster than anything else you've seen- but not fast enough. You leap up. "Let me see that!" Rex shrugs you off, "It's nothing, just a scratch. See, healed already." He looks around searching for something. Spying a pile of clothes, he steps over and starts to struggle into a T- shirt. You blush and turn away, realising that you've been staring at a wolf who was stark naked! "It's all right" he reassures you, "when you spend the day with a few thousand strangers staring at you naked, it kinda loses importance." He's got boxer shorts on now, and is pulling some soft slacks up.
You sit back, a little troubled. Something is niggling at you, some detail ... you start suddenly, a vision of what happened the last time Fred bit someone in front of your eyes. "Uh, Rex" you say nervously, "I think there's something you should know about Fred." Unfortunately, you're a little late.
Rex stares down at his previously slim frame, now rapidly bulking out with fat. His T-shirt shifts, stretches and then rides up over his growing belly, which spreads out, bulging a little where it leaves the confinement of his clothes. Pretty soon the growth ends, but what a change. The formerly loose slacks he had pulled up are now snug at the waist, unbuttoned. His legs, and arms for that matter, now bulge with fat, and his rump fills out his slacks to an impressive degree. His jaw is hanging open, resting on the pillows of fat around his neck. His face has softened a lot, too, with large cheeks dominating, matching his girth nicely. He's not nearly as large as you or Fred, but you've got another pretty sizable wolf on your paws.
All in all, he handles it pretty well.
He waddles to the nearest mirror, a full length one used by paraders to get into costume. After a minute or two's gawping he turns back and scowls. "Let me guess; he's a were, right?" You can only nod. He sighs, and anger leaves him. "Well, no offence, but if this is what happened to you I'm glad it was just a scratch." He manages to cast a slight scowl at the prostrate Fred. Fred very sheepishly explains that it was actually the other way around, that you had gotten him to his current 'condition'. Rex's scowl trembles, and then he laughs, his new gut quivering massively. He subsides, exploring his bulk with now fat paws. The smile remains, though. "You two want something to eat? I could kill for some ice-cream right now!"
Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)