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Something tells you that when that witch finds out her mistake, she's not going to take it lying down. YOu don't want to be changed. Even back. Maybe it's time you weren't here.
You take a ponderous step. The werewolf steps forward, growling warningly. None of the others make a move. You feel a moment of fear, but then you smile. That's the old you quaking.
Still smiling, you take another step forward, your body jiggling. Then another. You begin to build up momentum, bearing down on the wolf. His confident sneer fades, and worry takes up residence. As you begin to overshadow him, he starts to back away. His growling has taken on a worried tremolo. Your smile widens. Slowly, and deliberately, you keep walking, refusing to slow. Eventually, you back the wolf against a wall.
His hackles rise, his ears flatten and he snarls at you. He reminds you of a child trying to scare a grown-up. You slow down, but don't stop. You feel the front of your belly make contact, deform and spread around the wolf. His eyes widen as you just keep on coming. Your bulk presses against him, expanding over his body, pressing him into the wall. The snarl dies and becomes a frantic grunt as your fat compresses his lungs. He scrabbles ineffectively at you, trying to shove you away. All that happens is that his paws sink into your belly, tickling you. You smile at him, still about a foot from the wall yourself. Then you slowly lean forward. The grunt turns into a whimper. The worry becomes fear, which escaltes into terror.
Thoroughly beaten by your awesome bulk, the wolf tries to cringe back, crushed to the wall by your stomach. His eyes drop and his ears fall. You stop leaning, and let the pressure up slightly. You give him a wide, toothy smile. "Right then, I'm not going to have any more trouble from you, am I?" The wolf gapes at you for a second. You raise an eyebrow warningly and lean forward. He gasps and nods hurriedly. You look around at the others in the shadow. "That's the same for you, right?"
You hear a few feet shuffling and murmurs of "Yes sir." You nod, satisfied, and let the wolf fall away from the wall. You carry on towards the exit, stopping to pat the stunned creature on the head. "Good boy," you murmur, "have a biscuit." You carry on and into the dark passages, sure that you won't be followed.
Sometime later, a distant shriek of rage confirms your earlier view. You smile to yourself, idly taking different passages that might lead you out. Maybe you should have squeezed directions out of that wolf. Oh well.
Just then, you pass a large, ornate doorway. Curious, you glance inside. And what do you find but a ...
Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)
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