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The ring slides off your finger with surprising ease, the stone glowing as it moves before it starts dieing down. The reaciton around the room is immediate, as wolves start to slim down, looking all the world like a bunch of furry deflating balloons. Even Bob starts shrinking, releasing the number of trapped wolves, who are themselves becoming lith and muscular once more. There are a number of howls and joyful cries, as the pack celebrates it's return to normalcy.
"Hey! Why'd I stop?" says Bob, having reached a more mobile size, but still looking very much like he did just before trying to assult you with cake. "And why is he so slim?" he says pointing at you. You then take notice of your own body, which instead of a huge belly has slimmed down with everyone else. Not only that, your ripped! "What the heck?" you say aloud, admiring the muscle that you had thought was not going to be available to you for months to come.
"Told you that ring was oversensative," cackles Max, enjoying your bewilderment. "You really must have been tearing yourself up if that's how much weight it added on to you." You look at Max, "So wait, this thing was adding weight on?" you say, wondering if there was anything about this that wasn't a lie. "It helped you didn't it? You worked off all the real fat while the ring replaced it with pseudo fat, and the extra weight only speed it up."
"What about me!?" whines Bob, trying to push his blobby stomach into his abs. "Bet your wishing you hadn't stuffed yourself silly trying to get revenge now, arn't you?" says Max. Bob whines loudly, "It's not fair..." he says, only for the Alpha to approach, "Your right, it's not fair, you've got even more to answer for." He says, his tone very serious and threatening. "Disobeying orders, abuse, intent to harm, betrayal of brotherly trust, I'd say this is only the first of your punishments." He motions for you to step forward. "You have shown your patients and loyalty to your brothers, even in the face of their wraith. As such, I raise your status to a full on member of the pack." he says, a respectful look in his eyes, "And you..." he turns a angry eye on Bob, "Will take his place as the Omega until you manage to prove yourself more then the the fat, scheming idiot you have shown yourself to be."
"But... that's.... you can't..." stammers Bob, droping his stomach in shock, which bounces as he relaizes that the Alpha could and had done it. "Consider yourself extremely lucky that you hadn't seriously injured anyone," says the Alpha, "Else I would be bringing down a MUCH heavier consequence on you." Pun aside, the threat in his tone is palpable. Bob whimpers and ducks down under the sheer weight of the Alpha's glare, tail tucked between his fat legs and he makes a retreat out of the doors, wedging himself momentarily before struggling through and fleeing.
Your feeling a bit good though, you managed to prove yourself to the pack, get out from under your omega status, AND lose your weight all in one fell swoope. Today seems to be going a lot better then you originally thought...
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