It was no more than a few seconds! A few, measly seconds! Yet that's all it took for Chalur to suddenly feel... heavy around his midriff.

"Oh, no! You've got to be kidding me!" He remarked disdainfully, as his flapping became more laborious to keep himself from falling quickly. "This..." he panted, "is..." He could no longer flap enough. the weight of his own body was now increasing on him -- he had to land.

Only a few minutes later, a portly werewolf in a green shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of black suspenders approached him. The werewolf's eyes seemed a bit concerned, but his mouth was cocked into a wry smile.

"You gonna be alright? You're panting heavily."

"I... I knew what you were gonna do, so I was gonna fly away..... But how? I was literally FLYING away!" Chalur looked down at his midsection, seeing it bulge out. It was so strange to see, something he'd never really had before. The fact he now had such a soft midriff with a protruding layer of fat under his feathers was impossible to really imagine. He still couldn't believe it.

"Well, in all fairness, you're a rather large target." The werewolf poked at the belly as he circled around the back, whistling lightly.

"I was over half a mile away from you!" Chalur stamped his foot down and closed his eyes. His exasperation emanated off of himself prominently.

"I'm a sharpshooter." The werewolf chortled, his mouth only a few inches from Chalur's head so he could whisper in Chalur's ear. "And what can I say, I just LOVE shooting birds."

Chalur folded his arms, now finding they could rest easily on his belly. "Don't make it sound so creepy."

"Sorry...." the werewolf cleared his throat. "Joke sounded better in my head -- you look good, though!"

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Little fluffmaster drawing for the next victim!

Chalur (C) Chalur
Sergeant Wolf/Art (C) pikminpedia Me