Wolf time

You see a werewolf with his fangs buried in your soft side, the with screams at him to leave, clearly enraged by this impulsive act.

You feel a third change, the wound is healing, but in place of bull skin you're growing wolf fur, pointed ears and a tail sprout from you, and your face turns to a wolf's in a few moments you are a werewolf.

But the second transformation never finished, your Nellie bulges forwards, you're arms thickening to soft pillows of fat, you're face becomes pudgier and softer, each second you find opening your mouth harder, you're neck fattens up, giving you multiple chins, you look in the mirror and count five, your back is becoming soft as lard fills it, you're buttocks become mounds of bubbly fat, your chest fills with blubber until you have large moobs, rolls of fat collecting underneath, your paws become soft and round as your fingers thicken to sausages, soon you are a furry tub of lard, as the effort of standing becomes to great on your atrophying muscles you lay down on your huge Nellie and, feeling warm and soft drift into slumber

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