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One day you wake and take your usual measurment, having lost about 10 inchs off your waist. A bit more and you'll be a foot less wide then when you started. Still, there is a lot of length left on the rope, but by now you've resigned yourself to the fact that this is going to be a slow uphill battle. You exit your room and start heading to the kitchen area to get breakfest. When you get there, you hear raised voices, and hurry a bit to see what is going on. You find the door blocked by someones backside, and have to push and squeeze to try and get by. "Scuse me," you say as you wedge yourself through, only to find yourself filling the gap between two other wolves. Everyone seems to have crowded around the edge of whatever is going on. "I said get you fat ass out of my seat!" comes a voice, "It's Mine!" Another voices rings out, "Find another spot or wait your turn!"
"What's going on," you ask the wolf wedged against your right side. "Bob and Ray are getting at it," says the wolf, pushing against you as he vies for space in the crapped quarters, "Ray took a second seat which Bob is claiming is his." Bob is, or at least was, one of the stronger members of the pack, though not the most likable, which you know all too well. Where most ofthers simple verbally tuanted, Bob was the type who would throw a bottle, so it seems less of a surprise that he would get up in arms over something trivial. Both wolves of course are massive at this point, wide bottoms and swollen stomach spilling over their laps. It's no wonder they would seek out a second seat where they are getting too big for just one.
"I said move it lard butt!" you hear Bob yell, and hear scuffling. Craning your head, you catch a glimpse of Bob pouncing on rays, trying to wrestlie him out of the seat. "HEY, DON'T, YOUR GONNA..." Ray cries, but to late you hear the sound of stressed metal followed by a loud squeel and a thud as both seats give out under the combined weight of the two. "Great, just GREAT! NOW look what you've done!" yells Ray. "What I've done! THAT'S IT FATTY, GO TIME!" And with that Bob pounces on Ray, teeth bared and clawing, the two clawing it out right then and there, two sumo sized balls of fur pushing each other about as they try to reach over the distance of their own massive bodies to try and bite or claw the other. "Where's Cameron," you ask, "Shouldn't he be stopping this?" Cameron as the Beta was second in command and usually took care of affairs and squabbles while the Alpha tended to other things.
"We havn't seen him this morning," comes the reply, just as the two struggle pushes them into the crowd of blubber bodies, causing a squeeze play as wolves rebound off each other like rubber balls. You find yourself squeezed back out the door like a water balloon, but take the opportunity to run to Camerons quarters to see what is up. Cameron!?" you call as you get near, and hear a sligtly muzzled response, "Hey, over here! Give me a hand will you?" As you get to the door, you see Camoron wedged in the doorway, his stomach sticking halfway out as he pushes against the frame, attempting to force his other half through the tight spot. By now he's even bigger then you, belly almost to the floor, his head looks small for his body, though with over round cheeks and a ring of fat resting on a pair of massive pecs that look like sacks of jello. "Sorry, looks like I've broken your record," he says in a jovial tone, though you can tell he is stressed and worried by his expression, "Don't worry though, you'll always be the number one fatty in my book."
"We don't really have time for jokes," you say, grabbing Cameron by the hands and tugging as hard as you can, "Bob and Ray are fighting in the kitchen. We need you to break it up." Cameron expression takes a more serious demeanor, and he works with you, struggling to force his bulk through as you pull. After a bit of grunt work, the rest of his stomach, followed by his expanded rump slid through with an audiable 'plop', leaving you both panting and wobbling before you hurry back to the kitchen, where the sound of crashing and growling fills the air.
"HEY, KNOCK IT OFF!" Cameron yells, forcing his way through the door, sticking as he does. You are left outside, listening to him as he starts barking repromands. You can see his still struggling to get through, so give a hand, pushing against his rump until you manage to wedge him completely through. When you finally get in, you see Bob and Ray have stopped fighting, though they are both covered in stratches and bite marks. "I don't care who started it, this is not how we act around here," Cameron continues on a conversation that started while you were out of the room, "Everyones high strung with what's going on, but that's no excuse for almost killing each other. If you need something to direct that energy at, I suggest you both go out and take a few hundred laps around the courtyard. NOW"
Bob and Ray stomp out of the kitchen. You notice Bob gives you a nasty glare as he passes, as if he is blaming you for this, or at least for getting Cameron on him. Both Ray and Bob try to go out the door at the same time, with expected results of neither being able to pass, and shove each other some more as each attempts to be the first out. "I SAID KNOCK IT OFF!" Yells Cameron, in which the two back off and let each other through.
Cameron sighs, sitting down on one of the chairs. Instantly it squeels in protest and collapse in another pile of ruined wood and metal with the cameron blob at it's epicenter wobbling as his belly hits the floor. Once he steady's himself he gathers the wolves around. "Okay, this is getting out of hand, the Alpha is calling a meeting this afternoon to discuss what's going on and how to handle it. Attendance in mandatory for everyone, so try to stay out of trouble until then."
Once everyone breaks and goes about their business, you see Cameron struggling to get back to his feet, and lend a paw to pull his bulk back up. "Thanks," he says to you, "It's a good thing you came and got me before someone got seriously hurt." He says, panting a bit from the effort of carrying himself. "Does the Alpha have any idea what's going on?" you ask him, "Not anything he's told me yet," says Cameron, "We'll all just have to wait and see. Do you mind sticking with me until then, I'm going to have a bit of trouble getting around, and I'd like someone dependable with me incase something else happens." You agree, wondering exactly how their going to go about handling this. The way things are going you worry that something else will happen. You can't help thinking about the way Bob was eyeing you, sticking with Cameron may just be the safest thing to do...
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