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...And the dragon trips over herself as one, then another of her hind legs collapse out from under her. You notice with a start that they're getting shorter, slowly first but at a rapidly increasing pace. As they shorten, the same brown fur you saw before spreads over her legs as well, and rapidly begins to replace the scales on her stomach as well. You think her stomach is getting smaller too...
No, no it isn't. It's moving alright, but if anything it's getting even bigger. You stare incredulously as the dragoness in front of you flails, her body slowly betraying her in the most absurd way possible, when you realize - you didn't lose weight when you went from a bull to a wolf. You stayed just as fat, maybe even got fatter. Why should the fact that the transformee you just bit is the size of several tanks put together change that?
Your life was just saved by conservation of mass, of all things.
The dragoness continues to transform, and it is by now apparent that she's not losing a pound off a frame that was hefty when she was actually supposed to be the size of a building. Her front legs go from ten foot diameter poles at the talon to the same, comparatively tiny size as yours. Her head begins to shrink down from the size of a small truck to the same size as your own. By the end of it, she's just as much a werewolf as you.
What makes things interesting, though, is her weight. Sure enough, she seems to have gotten bigger throughout the process, and now the meat that had been distributed around her body is now all shoved into places it was never intended to be. She resembles a bloated, sagging, furry half-dome more than anything else, her tiny head and hopelessly trapped arms perched comically atop a small hill of a stomach, framed by two enormous buns and a curly tail that just barely avoids being lost in them.
Kana just sits there, taking in the predicament she's in with shock. You react the same - then bust out laughing at the thousands upon thousands upon thousands of pounds of completely immobile werewolf in front of you. It didn't seem it at the time, but that werewolf back at the castle was right - this sort of thing is pretty funny.
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