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When you wake in the morning, the first thing you do is check under neath your door, checking the hallway for anyone who may be waiting. Once your sure your clear, you open the door slowly, checking both ways before finally stepping out. Taped to the back of the door is a page with a bit of anti-omega artwork dipicting... well, your not really sure since it looks a bit crude, art was apparently not a werewolf forte, but the amount of red that has been used seems to make the message pretty clear.
Shrugging it off, you hurry to Cameron's room before anything else can happen, finding the door still closed. "Cameron?" you call as you knock, "Are you still in there?" It was possible that someone else had beaten you here and helped him to the kitchen, however, you hear a groan, followed by a deeply muffled, "Yeah... I'm here..." you open the door, which swings open without resistance, and are shocked by what you see.
Camerons bed, or what is left of it, lays scattered about the floor in pieces, the majority hidden under the monsterous sea of flab that sits atop it. "Hey..." comes the voice of Cameron out of what you can only call jabba the mutt, "I... I don't think I'm gonna be... going anywhere today..." he wheezes. Cameron's girth has reached epic proportions. His stomach flows across the floor beyond his legs, while he rests on top of a pair of cheeks that could give an elephant a run for it's money. His swollen arms barely reach past the massive rolls of pectoral fat frame his upper body. His muzzle is half lost between his bloated cheeks, resting upon a ring of fat you can only assume was once his neck. Even if you managed to get Cameron off the floor and onto his feet, you doubt he would be able to stand for long, let alone walk, not that there is anywhere for him to walk to, there's no way he's going to fit through the door at this point.
"What... when... how?" is all you can stammer, trying to figure out what caused this latest jump in his weight. "Last night... urp... I don't know... it just got worse..." He's panting just sitting there holding himself up. If he rolls back you doubt he'd be able to move enough to get up. "Um... hold on..." you say, trying to think of what you should do, "I'll... I'll get the Alpha! He'll know what to do." You figure if anyone can help it would be him. "No..." pants Cameron, "The omega... the omega can't see... the Alpha directly. You need to... need to get one of the others..." he pants. "What? Why? This is an emergency!" you say, unable to believe he was pulling rank into this, "Tradition... if you go.... there'll be trouble.... trust me... phew..." He stops to catch his breath, body ebbing back and forth with each lung full. "Get one of the others... Ray or Aaron..."
You growl in frustration, feeling that this was crazy, Cameron looked fit to burst as it was, and you have to waste time trying to find someone else to get the Alpha? Not to mention you have a pack of obese werewolves that may not even be willing to listen to you to try and convice to go on your behalf. "What if they won't listen?" you ask him, fearful of the consequences. "Don't worry... you've always... been a good guy... you know... what they say... about fat guys... right? Heh heh.. UUURP!" With the joke he belches loudly... "Just... just hurry okay?" he adds. You nod, and rush out the room. The only question is where to head. Do you follow orders and seek out one of the other pack members, or throw caution to the wind and go strait to the Alpha?
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