Chicken

As you turn around, you see that the table with all the food on it has been cleared of the empty platters, probably by magic. A single tray is left on the table, and on it, a well-roasted chicken. The scent of it makes your mouth water. You try to find the logic in the fact that you've been stuffed continuously for the last half hour, and now crave chicken. Maybe werewolves really do have bottomless appetites. You weigh your options. You're already as big as a house, there is some sort of exercise facility, and you can't really gain that much from one chicken leg. Thinking this, you grab a leg and pull it off the bird. You look over your obese body one last time. This will be that last bite before I exercise, you think. You take a bite out of the chicken leg and chew, savoring the flavor before swallowing. Suddenly, you feel very strange...

Written by Jack (edited by wanderer)

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