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Oh, no...
Glancing to your side, you suddenly spy the werewolf. He's been there all the time, in the shadows! He's standing bolt upright, staring at you. Are his nostrils twitching? They're twitching!
Stubbornly, you try to carry on your charge, but even a very slow waddle seems like hard work. Your limbs are straining against layers of fat not only around them, but from your belly as well, which is forcing them out and bulging around them. You bellow in anger and frustration. glaring at the witch from around your plump cheeks. The witch merely laughs nastily.
"Oh no, I don't think you'll cause more trouble like that." She turns and seemingly forgets about you as she starts to bark orders to other creatures. The wolf hasn't taken his eyes off you. It takes a calm, slow but above all determined step in your direction. You moo in panic, and try to back away, but your bulk piles up behind you and slows you to a crawl.
The noise causes the witch's head to snap around, and she glares at you. "Still here?" Her gaze takes in your trembling body, falls on the eager wolf, and she smiles. It's one of the most terrifying sights you've seen, only beaten by the werewolf before you. The witch walks over to you, producing a metal ring. Your vast stomach prevents you from getting away. With barely any effort, she forces this through your nose, making you bellow again. She then threads it with a stout rope, and mutters something. The rope knots tightly around the ring, and the other end flies at the werewolf, and ties itself around his wrist. She grins evilly. "Magic rope. It won't undo without the right counter spell."
She turns and snaps at the wolf, "Alright, he's yours. Do what you like, but get that overstuffed farm animal out of here." She turns her smile on you. "He hasn't had a proper meal in ages. You should last quite a while." You look at the wolf, too terrified to fight, or even bellow.
It sets off down a passage, and the rope pulls painfully at your nose, forcing you to follow. Your impeding size means that you are half dragged from the chamber. Once a little way away the wolf stops, and turns to you. This is it. You're prime steak. Extra fatty.
Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)
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