6 months later
Dillon was sitting on the couch, rifling through messages on his phone. “I know I came in unannounced, Sarge, but can you leave the bathroom already? I’ve not seen you in a month!”
“It takes a lotta effort to put my clothes on, okay? Nothing fits!”
Dillon put his phone to his side and grumbled. “Did you get fatter again? I thought we talked about taking the steps-“
“Walking up the steps is too hard, Dillon. I can’t just… walk up them! That’s too much effort!” The bathroom door opened, revealing the white-tanktop-wearing werewolf. His cheeks were rounder than before, seeming to make his face look like an inflated marshmallow. His belly stuck out of the bottom of his shirt so much that his shirt may have just been a sports bra at that point. Dillon mused that a sports bra wouldn’t be accurate to his lazy friend’s personality though.
“Oh, goodness.” Dillon stared at his portly friend, his panic rising. “Didja… ever get into contact with that guy who did your hypnotizing thing?”
“Hypnotizing?” Sergeant Wolf cocked his head to the side. “What hypnotizing? I don’t remember it.”
“Exactly my point.” Dillon got to his feet, scowling at the portly werewolf. “I did some digging, and I found the company you applied as a scientific volunteer for. Seems they specialize in hypnotism for better lifestyles.”
“Okay, that’s great an’ all, but I don’t remember any of that.” The werewolf folded his arms, snarling. “But the guy has asked me every two weeks how I’m fairing.”
“And?” Dillon cocked an eyeridge.
“I tell him I’m doin’ great. I feel happier!”
“And lazier?” Dillon asked. While he intended for it to be a joke, he knew it was a serious question.
Sergeant Wolf didn’t notice the serious tone. “Haha, yeah! I suppose you could be right! I can’t even walk up a flight of stairs anymore!”
“Or… walk to the store.”
“I don’t really leave the apartment.” The werewolf pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’ve got door delivery set up, and with constant checks from the company, that you say hypnotized me, as compensation, I’m able to just drink beer and eat all day!”
Dillon blinked. He felt his posture slump. “I’m afraid to ask, but how is the exercise going?”
“What exercise? Why would I want to do that?” The werewolf frowned, lifting up the large ball of lard and fur that was his belly. “S’not like I need exercise! I like how I am!”
“Do you?” Dillon asked, pulling up a stream of messages on his phone. “Two weeks ago, you texted me saying you didn’t know why you were having such a workout from putting your pants on.”
“And I already know why! My pants are too tight!” Sergeant Wolf gestured to his pants, revealing that they could barely hold in the size of his girth and thighs. “See? Wouldn’t that wind you to try and put tight pants on?”
“No, actually.” Dillon patted his own belly, lifting it up. “Whenever my pants get too tight, I can get new ones… but it never makes me winded just to put them on!”
“Huh.” The werewolf thought for a moment. “You… don’t suppose I’ve gotten lazier, do you?”
“A looooot lazy.” Dillon narrowed his eyes. “You literally can’t climb stairs anymore.”
Dillon noticed the tanktop Sergeant Wolf was wearing. Given how small it was on the werewolf’s belly, he could only hazard a guess. “That the same tanktop you wore three months ago?”
“Yeah, why? I figured I could just wear it until it breaks er somethin’.”
“You never took it off?” Dillon felt repulsed by that bit of news. The tanktop was filthy!
“Can’t. Can’t get it over my head cuz reaching up is difficult.”
Dillon sneered. “And showering?”
“Not since you last asked me.” Sarge smiled. “I don’t need a shower, do I? they just require so much work to reach everywhere!”
Dillon sighed. “Listen, Sarge, we need an intervention here. You, obviously, have somethin’ goin’ on…. Why won’t you tell me?”
Sergeant Wolf cocked his head to the side. He seemed legitimately confused. “I… told you? I’m just a fat, lazy slob.” His ears went back and his eyes swelled into their “puppy dog” mode. “You don’t trust me?”
Dillon looked away, grimacing. He wanted to believe his werewolf friend, but with all the information he had received over the past few months, he knew something had changed about Sergeant Wolf… and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Looking back at Sergeant Wolf, Dillon smiled. “I trust ya, big guy.” He patted Sergeant Wolf on the head, then wiped his hands on his pants. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure out what’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong?” The werewolf looked more confused than he did before, but in the back of his mind, he knew Dillon was right… but he was too lazy to figure it out.
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Dillon was sitting on the couch, rifling through messages on his phone. “I know I came in unannounced, Sarge, but can you leave the bathroom already? I’ve not seen you in a month!”
“It takes a lotta effort to put my clothes on, okay? Nothing fits!”
Dillon put his phone to his side and grumbled. “Did you get fatter again? I thought we talked about taking the steps-“
“Walking up the steps is too hard, Dillon. I can’t just… walk up them! That’s too much effort!” The bathroom door opened, revealing the white-tanktop-wearing werewolf. His cheeks were rounder than before, seeming to make his face look like an inflated marshmallow. His belly stuck out of the bottom of his shirt so much that his shirt may have just been a sports bra at that point. Dillon mused that a sports bra wouldn’t be accurate to his lazy friend’s personality though.
“Oh, goodness.” Dillon stared at his portly friend, his panic rising. “Didja… ever get into contact with that guy who did your hypnotizing thing?”
“Hypnotizing?” Sergeant Wolf cocked his head to the side. “What hypnotizing? I don’t remember it.”
“Exactly my point.” Dillon got to his feet, scowling at the portly werewolf. “I did some digging, and I found the company you applied as a scientific volunteer for. Seems they specialize in hypnotism for better lifestyles.”
“Okay, that’s great an’ all, but I don’t remember any of that.” The werewolf folded his arms, snarling. “But the guy has asked me every two weeks how I’m fairing.”
“And?” Dillon cocked an eyeridge.
“I tell him I’m doin’ great. I feel happier!”
“And lazier?” Dillon asked. While he intended for it to be a joke, he knew it was a serious question.
Sergeant Wolf didn’t notice the serious tone. “Haha, yeah! I suppose you could be right! I can’t even walk up a flight of stairs anymore!”
“Or… walk to the store.”
“I don’t really leave the apartment.” The werewolf pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’ve got door delivery set up, and with constant checks from the company, that you say hypnotized me, as compensation, I’m able to just drink beer and eat all day!”
Dillon blinked. He felt his posture slump. “I’m afraid to ask, but how is the exercise going?”
“What exercise? Why would I want to do that?” The werewolf frowned, lifting up the large ball of lard and fur that was his belly. “S’not like I need exercise! I like how I am!”
“Do you?” Dillon asked, pulling up a stream of messages on his phone. “Two weeks ago, you texted me saying you didn’t know why you were having such a workout from putting your pants on.”
“And I already know why! My pants are too tight!” Sergeant Wolf gestured to his pants, revealing that they could barely hold in the size of his girth and thighs. “See? Wouldn’t that wind you to try and put tight pants on?”
“No, actually.” Dillon patted his own belly, lifting it up. “Whenever my pants get too tight, I can get new ones… but it never makes me winded just to put them on!”
“Huh.” The werewolf thought for a moment. “You… don’t suppose I’ve gotten lazier, do you?”
“A looooot lazy.” Dillon narrowed his eyes. “You literally can’t climb stairs anymore.”
Dillon noticed the tanktop Sergeant Wolf was wearing. Given how small it was on the werewolf’s belly, he could only hazard a guess. “That the same tanktop you wore three months ago?”
“Yeah, why? I figured I could just wear it until it breaks er somethin’.”
“You never took it off?” Dillon felt repulsed by that bit of news. The tanktop was filthy!
“Can’t. Can’t get it over my head cuz reaching up is difficult.”
Dillon sneered. “And showering?”
“Not since you last asked me.” Sarge smiled. “I don’t need a shower, do I? they just require so much work to reach everywhere!”
Dillon sighed. “Listen, Sarge, we need an intervention here. You, obviously, have somethin’ goin’ on…. Why won’t you tell me?”
Sergeant Wolf cocked his head to the side. He seemed legitimately confused. “I… told you? I’m just a fat, lazy slob.” His ears went back and his eyes swelled into their “puppy dog” mode. “You don’t trust me?”
Dillon looked away, grimacing. He wanted to believe his werewolf friend, but with all the information he had received over the past few months, he knew something had changed about Sergeant Wolf… and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Looking back at Sergeant Wolf, Dillon smiled. “I trust ya, big guy.” He patted Sergeant Wolf on the head, then wiped his hands on his pants. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure out what’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong?” The werewolf looked more confused than he did before, but in the back of his mind, he knew Dillon was right… but he was too lazy to figure it out.
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yeah, most people aren't into slob. I just wanted to do it as a matter of mind-alteration TFs. He went from being a guy who exercised a lot to being lazy and unable to move much.
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