"Wait. What?" Sergeant Wolf grimaced, staring down at the belly below him.... It'd been several months since he wore these pants, or the suspenders... and they didn't seem to fit properly.

A phone call later, the werewolf went to the mirror, hefting up the bulking mass of belly before him. "Great.... So that pinup modelling industry put me on a diet... to get me fatter than before? That explains the several pant sizes I went up...."

The werewolf clenched his fists and flexed his biceps. "And then it made me gain more muscles, too? Wow.... I'm big."

He wanted to see how much he weighed now, but it was physically impossible. He could not see anything past his belly, let alone even touch the end of his belly.

Showering's really hard now, he can barely fit in the shower, and turning around just makes his belly press against the curtain. He gave up on showers a few months ago. How impossible would it be now?

Well, they liked his musk, and they enjoy his heft. If it gets the bills paid, he wasn't one to complain.

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Oh shoot I did another. I just couldn't help it. Well, that's how it is with him, unfortunately. Can't slim down when everyone's fattening him up.

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Sergeant Wolf/Art (C)  Juntarhenogu Me