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It takes a moment for you to get over the complete shock of your experiance before you can actually focus on what shape your actually in at the moment. If soon becomes apparent to you that your covered in fur, have a muzzle, and padding on your hands akin to paws. A busy tail sticks out of your rumb, and you instantly recognize the familiarity of the coloration as it matched Freds to a T. Of course, that's not he only thing of Fred that matches...

You push against the mass of fur that lays in front of you blocking out your lap and feet from view, noting as you do the tickness of your arms and fingers as the massive blob resists before wobbling like a mass of hairy jello. you check your self over, feeling the heavy mounds that rest top your belly, and the full cheeks and bloated backside. You've not only inherited Freds wolf form, but apparently his fat as well.

Albert runs over to you. "I can't believed that worked!" he says, apparently relieved at the current predicament. "What the heck did you do, " you say, trying to push up off your swollen rump and onto your feet, only to feel gravity pulling down as your belly sloshes back and forth over bloated legs, "I'm massive!" You feel a pained lose of definition, having come full circle from a greek god back to a big blob. "Hey, it was the only thing I could think of, if we could get the mirror to recognize a form before it blew, maybe you'd be okay. It was either this or you'd be in a million pieces at the moment." Protests Albert, mad at your complaint.

You admit he has a point. You could have easily been blown to smitherines. You may be a big blob of fur, but at least you alive. "But..." you ask, tone shifting to concern, "What about Fred?"

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"I'm fine!"

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