Weighty Wolf

You rise with some difficulty, thinking, "How could I be so stupid as to drink from a bottle without reading the label?" As you settle yourself in an upright position, you get to see how much damage has been done. A sizable paunch hangs off your front like a mass of gray gelatine. You pinch it to make sure you're not dreaming, and jump, causing your belly to wobble uncontrollably. You examine your paw. It looks like a hand, if you exclude the padding on your palms that is definitely for walking on all fours. The fingers end in very sharp claws. You rub the small cut you've made in your side and decide that this is most definitely real.

Unable to examine yourself further, you to go to the bathroom and check yourself in the mirror. As you start walking, you can feel your legs scrape against each other; you are officially waddling. You walk to the doorway and find to your delight that you can still fit through, though only by a few inches. The stairs groan loudly under your weight as you climb them, which you find difficult with the apron of fat that apparently likes to take its rest on your rising knees. Finally, you make it to the bathroon and look yourself over.

Your lupine face would be frightening, if it weren't for the large wobbly cheeks that remind you of water balloons, or the extra chin, all of which gives you the appearance of an overweight pet. Your rump has grown larger, and has shortened your tail, which is bloated itself. Your legs can now be considered in the thunder-thighs category. You recall the label of the potion: To become human again, you have to lose the weight you gained.

This is gonna take some work.

Written by Jack (edited by wanderer)

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