Lycanthropy isn't the only thing that's contagious

You open your mouth to say something, but you're cut off by a sick feeling growing in your stomach. You look down with dread to see that you're infected with the same potion Reon was. The others can only look on as you grow fatter and fatter. your once sleak canine features swell to folds of canine blubber under your fur. Your paws stay pressed on your stomach as it pushes them further out and away. You fall on your rump as you hit seven hundred pounds, your belly streaching past your knees. Another few seconds pass and the expanding slows to a halt, leaving you 750 pound mound of fat and fur.

"Looks like that's the biggest you're gonna get for now" Mentions Reon, now resting on his gigantic stomach

"What'll I do now?" You whimper "I'm nowhere near as big as Reon, but I don't have a way to get around like he does!"

Reon laughs a little, sending a wave through his own fat body "You forget. You're a werewolf now. You'll be able to walk with that with no problem."

It takes a little bit of doing, but you manage to get to your feet, surprised with how easilly you can move, despite weighing almost half a ton.

"Guess we're even more alike, pup" chuckles Reon "But you can still walk, and you're still a candidate for the new leader."

You try to pull your thoughts away from the new gut you carry to give him a straight answer.

Written by Leon-Silverfang

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