Pop goes the wolf

Breathing is becoming hard, given the ammount of food you have put away in your gullet. After a few hours of feasting you are in a considerable ammount of pain. Your insides feel...well...chalk full of cake.

You would stop but the guards dont let you. So you eat. The novelty of eating cake until you explode quickly wears off once the pain sets in.

You are horribly swollen, to the point that skin can be seen in stretch marks across your belly.

Your stomach groans as you finish off yet another cake. Instead of taking the plate away the guard wolf points to one last crumb on the plate.

You whine. So this is it. The waffer thin mint that will push you over the edge...and explode. Slowly you extend your paw out, grabbing the last slice of cake you will ever eat. You gulp, close your eyes and shovel it down. Your belly groans and an intense wave of pain flows through you.

This is it, you think, wolfy guts are about to splatter the walls. You wait...and...nothing happens. Your gun settles and your pain subsides if only a little bit.

A breath of relief escapes your lips.

And then the wolves bring you another plate full of cake. You whine.

About an hour later, after three more plates of cake there is a loud POP in the dungeons, much akin to a water ballon exploding. And you are no more.

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