The L.R.C.O

You whip yourself around, and regret it instantly. As you turn, most of your stomach stays behind for an instant, then like rubber it spins around and jerks the rest of you in a circle as it rejoins the rest of its jello-like mass. You effectively spin in place before the unfamiliar balance causes you to falter and land with a very meaty-sounding smack on top of your belly. As you regroup yourself, you find yourself looking at a pair of feet. What really gets to you is that, instead of shoes, boots, or even bare feet, you see a pair of paws. They look essentially like yours, though a lot smaller and less bloated than your own, and tipped with sharp and dangerous-looking claws. You look up and are shocked to see what the paws are attached to.

A rather large werewolf is standing over you, but what you have in flab, he more than compensates for in muscle. His gray and white fur hardly hides the fact that he could run for Mr. Universe and win it ten times in a row with no problem. He is wearing what appears to be a company uniform. A small badge on his shoulder looks sort of like it belongs to a government branch, though one you don't recall. The badge is marked with the letters L.R.C.O.

The wolf smiles and bends over. "You okay, kid?" he asks with what you take for a smile. You then see movement behind the wolf and realize it's a tail, wagging.

"I guess", you say shakily, "If you count being a blimp 'all right'."

The wolf takes one of your paws and pulls you up. As your body plops into its upright position, he says, "Could have been worse; you'd be a lot bigger if I hadn't come along." It is then you actually take notice of your surroundings. You had assumed that you had emptied the plant of all edible content. It certainly felt that way. But now, you see it is only partially true. Many bones lie about, scattered across the floor and picked clean, but over to the side, there is at least half of the plant's meat still intact. You look at the wolf. "How...?"

Before you can finish, he interrupts. "Noseplugs", he says, gesturing with one finger. "You can't smell food, you don't go crazy." It is then you realize the small amount of pressure inside your nose. You had hardly felt it, but now you realize you haven't smelt anything since you awoke.

"Who are you?", you say, amazed at this mysterious rescuer.

"Officer Leon Rex, L.R.C.O" he says saluting.

"L.R.C.O?", you ask.

"Lycantrope Registration and Containment Office... you're new at this, aren't you." You nod, and feel a few extra chins flap beneath their original.

The wolf, or Leon, pats you on your flabby back, sending a wave across it. "Better get you to the office, get you taken care of."

You look at the damage you've done. "What about...?", you start, but once again he interupts you.

"Don't worry, it's taken care of." He walks to the entrance, while you follow at a slow waddle. He leads you to a rather large pickup truck. You see a seat in the back of it that looks to be for cargo of your size. He helps you into the back and straps you in, the starts the truck. You wonder where you're going and what is going on...

Written by Jack (edited by wanderer)

The L.R.C.O headquarters.

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