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As she finishes, you begin feeling strange. As you watch yourself, you see fur sprouting all over your body. As more time passes, you feel distinct changes in your face, and reach up to feel your muzzle shrinking, and your ears becoming pointed. A long tail sprouts from behind you; you've become a wolf! Well, a werewolf is closer to the truth, as you are still bipedal. "Is this supposed to scare me?" you say mockingly to Carla. Suddenly, a burning sensation begins to fill your midsection. "Ask your friend over there, this is the same curse I placed on him." You suddenly feel cravings for pizza with a triple topping of cheese, hot fudge sundaes with triple fudge, frosted donuts stuffed with butter and cream, extra fatty burgers deep fried and dipped in lard. You almost gag at the thought of such rich and fatty foods, but at the same time would give anyhing to devour each and every morsel of them.

"Take the curse off me" you scream, horrified by your own gluttonous thoughts. "Or I'll... sniff... sniff... is that fried chicken with extra salty fries, potato salad, and extra rich gooey brownies?", you say, then awaken to the horror of what you've just said. "Yes, why don't you go enjoy yourself", says Carla. You wrench your wallet out of your pocket. It is empty, both to your relief, and dismay. Fighting your disappointment you retort, "The joke's on you, Carla; I'm broke."

"Oh, really? Look again." You do so, and find that your wallet is now bursting with green. "A little gift from Carla, a limitless supply of money just for you." You try to resist, but your feet seem to start moving of their own will. "That's right, go and have a little snack," says Carla, "I'll take care of your friend." She turns to Albert as you start exiting the tent.


Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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