Wolfy Bank

You are forced to wait what seems like hours, though in all actuallity it is probably a lot less, but being forced to stand there unmoving with nothing but your thoughts to pass the time is unnerving. You can't move, talk, even blink, which is torturous and makes every second feel like a minute. Fortunatly, Carla comes back before you manage to go insane, holding a bundle of cash. "There we go, good boy," she says, patting you on the head. You feel your paralysis vanish as your form begins to shift. You find yourself standing on too feet again, still covered in black fur, a wolf muzzle still in your line of sight. "How could you sell off my friends!" you say, appauld by her actions, "I thought we had a deal!"

"Don't be throwing a fit, they be fine, and that spell will wear off in a day of so." she says, "Besides, you work for me now, so quit ya belly-achin." Yu tremble with pent up fury, but keep yourself in check, "If I find out your lying..." you say in a controlled voice. "You'll what?" says Carla, "Ye be mine now, and if ya going ta be unpleasent, I can be just as so." she says, touching your chest and pulling something. You gasp as a small wolf figurine emerges from you, which she examines before pushing her money into a slot in the back. "You can be keepin Carla's earnings safe." she says. You suddenly feel a bit bloated, your hand going to your stomach by reflex. You feel it pushing back as your gut swells out into a small paunch. You whine in distress, "What did you do!?" you say. "Ye be Carla's piggy bank now," she says with a grin. "Better yet, it works both ways, so the fatter ye get the more money Carla makes."

You mouth gaps open in shock, she's planning of fatten you up like Fred! "Now don't you be looking at Carla like that. Once I take da money ye'll be shrinking back. Once ye make enough for Carla, she be letting you go. Maybe give ye a bonus ta take away." You stop and think of this, you fatten yourself up, and once your big enough, she'll turn it all into cash and shrink you back down. It doesn't sound too bad a deal, sort of a free license to eat what you want. Then again, she did sell Albert and Fred... is this another trick?

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