Yawning, the werewolf woke up, groaning. His alarm clock chimed its usual grating tone of... eight in the morning? Really? when did he have it changed to 8 AM? Slamming his hand down on the clock, the werewolf turned over, surprised to feel a rather... massive weight lift from his chest and onto his resting arm. It was warm, soft, and... felt an awful lot like his belly.

"What?" He exclaimed, lifting himself into a sitting position, with a bit of trouble, as it seemed impossible to sit up properly with the now giant mound of cream and brown fluff he had attached to him.

"Wait... what? when did I get... get so fat?" He remarked, trying to rest his arms down to his sides where he was used to, only to feel a layer of soft fat envelop them the more he tried to press his arms in. Lifting said arm up, he looked down at his armpit, seeing the fat he had on his chest had more than doubled since he last remembered. It drooped down and to his side, causing a soft area to be prevalent there.

He stuck a finger in it, finding that he could not feel his ribcage under there. Midway through his attempt at finding even a glimpse of bone underneath all this... extra mass, the werewolf caught a whiff of body odor coming from himself. It was... strong. Stronger than usual.

"Eugh!" He remarked, recoiling for a bit, but the smell lingered, and as it lingered he calmed down, finding it oddly alluring. "Huh... Odd...."

He got to his feet, now hyper-aware of the large protrusion of belly that so gently rolled over the front of his legs, covering even his crotch. It was too big for him to reach around, that was for certain. He could almost touch the brown fluff at the bottom part of his belly, but it was too much work to try and push past the softness of his belly.

Frustrated, he went to the bathroom to check himself out in the mirror. "This is ridiculous! Did this happen overni-" As he attempted to walk through the doorway, the sides of his belly got stuck between the two wooden frames. Because of the force he had to use to move his heft around, he had accidentally lodged himself in the doorway, unable to get out.

"What? Hey! What?! No!" He remarked, trying to shove himself free of the doorway. "I could fit in this last time I checked! I was supposed to go to the modelling agency today for my first day!"

With a final shove, Sergeant Wolf fell out of the doorway, landing on his back on the carpet.

Something from his nightstand fluttered down, disturbed by the quake that happened upon the werewolf's plummeting.

It hit the werewolf on the nose, and he could see a quick glimmer of "Big Boy Modelling", the company he was going to work for.

Grabbing the letter, he opened it up and read it.

"two years, huh?" He put the letter down, patting the belly he had. "Growing for two years and they want me to sign the next contract for a few more?" He reread the paper to see his earned wages for the past two years. Gulping, he continued. "That's... uh... wow."

Sitting up, Sergeant Wolf smirked. "Sure, I could go for two more years."

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Finishing up the little sequence of pinups (of sorts)! This is the final one and wow was it really a long, strange trip! Thanks for coming along with me!

Sergeant Wolf/Art (C):  Juntarhenogu Me