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You decide that you should lose the weight as fast as humanly, or in this case, wolfely possible. While pondering how to do so, you remember your dad has a small home gym where he works out sometimes. Although you've only been there a few times, you remember a reasonably large set of scales and a tredmil which could come in handy for sliming down. You waddle to the gym and find the door locked. Oh no! You left the keys back upstairs! Well, there's no real point in wasting time getting them, so you bust the door down with a gigantic bodyslam. You pad into the room and look around. To your left, there is an exercise machine, some dumbells and a drink cooler. To your right is a pot plat, the scales and...the tredmil! You waddle over to the tredmil and are about to get on, when you remember that you should probably weigh yourself first to see how much weight to lose. You jump off the tredmil (sending a small tremor through the house) and hop on to the scales and you see the numbers go up, and up, and up...and up...and then, they stop on...320 pounds! Your eyes widen a little. Youv'e gained more than half your original weight! You sigh and jump off the scales (once again sending a tremor through the house). You waddle over to the tredmil and decide to get to work.
Ten minutes pass, and you're bored. REALLY bored. And you're starting to get very puffed too, which is slightly detering, as the setting is only on 2. You decide to take a brake and head over to the water cooler and try and get yourself a drink. But before you get there, you see a flash and a click. You look over to the window and see your worset nightmare: Jemma Ericson, your next door neighbour and the noseiest person you know, holding a camera. And what makes this worse is that she works as a journalist for The Daily Daily, the most popular newspaper in your town. "I knew there was something odd about that place! I just knew it! Now I'm gonna get my big break and become rich and famous, and get away from this horrid little town!" Jemma says in her snobby accent. You growl at her and she runs out of veiw. You burst out the window and chase after her at an amazing speed for a werewolf who gets puffed on a 2 setting on a tredmil. She jumps into her cherry red converible and speeds off, with you not far behind. You bolt down the road, determined to catch her and get the camera before she develop the film. You catch up quite quickly, and you can almost clamp your powerful jaw on one of her tires when a terrifying noise sounds in your ears: The sound of an icecream truck!
You wake up, feeling very dizzy and very, VERY full. Besides you is an over turned ice cream truck that looks like it was hit by a hurricane, the driver unconcious nearby. You try and get off you back with great difficulty, and you end up rolling yourself until your stomach is on the ground. You sit up. you gently massage your now even more blotted belly and wonder what to do next. You wipe your mouth of any excess ice cream, lick your paws and walk off down the road. You decide traveling upright would probably be better until the icecream is digested as your stomach would most likly lift you off the ground at the moment if you tried the conventional way. Oh no, you think, when this ice cream is digested, It'll put a few more pounds on me. How on earth will I get back to normal now? You then suddenly remember Jemma and the camera. Oh no! Can you still stop her, or has she already reached The Daily Daily main office? You decide that you should at least try to catch up with her, and you waddle off. But just when you get going at a good pace, someone says "Hey you, the tubby wolf! Come over here!" You look around, and realise it came from a nearby dark ally. You're about to go on and ignore it, when you think that maybe you should listen. Who knows? Whoever this person is may be able to help you out. But you're not so sure going into a dark ally is such a good idea, especially since you can't see who is in there. What do you do?
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