Trouble In Paradise

After a few months, and a particularly heavy spate of intruders, you start to get a little concerned about yourself: what with all the heavy feeding you've been doing, and the relatively little exercise of chasing people in the castle, you've started to put on weight. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you grimace at the slight paunch, the softening muscles and the extra chin you've developed. You're getting out of shape! Natural, you suppose, but not very enjoyable.

The vampiress starts to tease you about your slight chubbiness, but it's beneath you to comment back. Things come to a head when you chase a particularly nippy little man with a camera and nearly lose him. You're utterly shagged out when you finish him off.

"This is ridiculous!" you growl to yourself, "Whoever heard of a fat werewolf?" You go and see your keeper, and ask her for advice on how to trim down. After all, there isn't any gym equipment in this old castle. She suggests...

Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)

The vampiress sighs, much too loudly.

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