A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside  RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (7/30/16). This story was won by  LunoVox, who wanted a short venture into safe cracking. I dare say though that the lifestyle might not exactly agree with, or maybe that's just the enchanted safe he was trying to break into.


.:Rated general for:.
>Weight Gain
>Barely Mobile
>Fat


Luno is © his player.


Word Count: 1325

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Cracking and Packing

It can’t be done, some said. No one has ever opened it, others would claim. Well, time for that no one to do something that a someone couldn’t d- Wait, shit, that came out COMPLETELY wrong. Ugh, whatever. Now, breaking into the warehouse where this supposedly magical safe was stored had been easy, since, yeah of course you get the easy before the hard, that’s the point of a challenge. And for Luno the wolf, this was one challenge he refused to back down from. It seemed a little too cliché that the safe was sitting in the middle, in a shaft of moonlight no less. Sheesh, some people are WAY too overdramatic about stuff. Oh look, there was even an inscription on the top. “Let the weight of your greed be forever on you” Luno read aloud.

Was he in a fairy tale or something? Rolling his eyes at that cliché warning, the wolf camped before the large safe, his cloak draped around him as he sought out his tools. It was a somewhat simple lock, which made Luno even question why it had been a difficult job, beyond “the curse” ooooooo~! Really, some people are too superstitious for their own good. Alright now, let’s bust this sucker open, but first. “GGGGGAAAAAAAASSSSSSPPPPP!”

What the hell was he thinking with this stupid facemask? He was suffocating under the stupid piece of leather. Tossing it aside, Luno grumbled to himself as he pulled out his lock picks, and went to work. Slowly closing his eyes, his fine-tuned wolf hearing patiently waited for the slightest of clicks of the bolts. Really, he still couldn’t figure out why anyone even had a hard time with this thing. CLICK! Ah, you little beaut. Luno chuckled proudly as he had already managed to break through the first lock easy. Swinging the door open, a burst of purple powder exploded in the cocky wolf’s face. He coughed and spluttered loudly as the strange powder coated him, a heaping handful being inhaled in the melee. “What the- KOFF! What kind of trap was that?” Luno rasped loudly as he saw a smaller safe sitting in the larger one. “Are you fucking kidding me?” the wolf grumbled to himself, his stomach growling.

Gurgling loudly, a sick feeling overwhelmed Luno. Gripping his middle in pain, it pushed pack through his attire. Jaw dropping, the wolf mystically put on the pounds at a rapid pace. Already his loose shirt and jacket were now borderline snug. Oh, scratch that, they had passed that point once his cute little belly pushed the bottom of the two articles up, his innie belly button staring eye to eye with the safe. Luno blushed as his brazen behind bloated beyond the boundaries of his long pants, his crack impolitely introducing itself to the world. The wolf hastily pulled his pans back up to hide his embarrassingly fat behind, while the other tried to pull his shirt down, to no avail. The second he would let go it would ride back up, leaving him to face the weight of his greed alright. “That’s NOT funny” Luno seethed with anger.

This was such BULLSHIT! Getting to his feet, Luno inspected himself closely. He wasn’t too worse for wear, just a little overweight at worst. Still, this suddenly made things many times more difficult, since who knew what other nasty curses could be in that safe? Well, he was about to find out, as his pride as a locksmith was on the line. Plus, he could just hold his breath for the next safe anyways, easy-peesy. Getting back to his knees, Luno now had to work with his soft belly brushing against his legs as he worked. Tinkering with the next lock, it CLICKED open just as easily as the second. Holding his breath, the wolf pulled the door open, a spray of green powder exploding onto him. Settling onto him, Luno held his breath as he dusted himself off, the strange glittery substance falling to the floor. “And that’s how you do it” the wolf thought smugly, until his stomach gurgled again.

Eyes widening, that sickening feeling coursed through Luno’s body again, and no matter how hard he tried to push at his middle, it pushed back with ten times the force. Shirt riding higher than ever, the wolf’s cute little middle was suddenly becoming a lot less cute as the hefty package of pounds sat in his lap, whilst his rump stretched out the seat of his pants with excessive volumes of force. Hand sliding down his face, Luno’s fat face frowned as he felt at his pudgy cheeks and the extra chin that had formed, alongside the blossoming third chin he was due to inherit. It was even more annoying that tears were forming in his leggings, to allow for his fucking fat thighs to poke out of. Well, this was bloody typical, wasn’t it? Eying himself again, the lupine inspected himself, and figured that with both doses, he’d probably gained an excess of fifty pounds, possibly more. “So, this is your little trick huh, you damn stupid safe?” Luno sneered at the metal box, and the third door mocking him relentlessly. “You want me to stop huh? Let my sins not be too heavy huh? WELL FAT CHANCE! … Ugh. Look you dumb box, I’m not going to let you beat me. I AM going to unlock you, even if they have to roll me out of here” he vowed stubbornly.

That went about as well as you would think. Luno had busted through three more doors, and had paid for it each time. Not even trying to hunker down anymore, he doggedly worked at the safe, even though his thick body was traipsing into obesity. The fabric of his shirt was pulled thin and breaking by his large and bulbous gut. An entire beach ball of fur and blubber sat in his flabby lap as he desperately kept going, even while his generous moobs were sitting trapped and suffocated in the more stubborn part of his attire. He didn’t care that the seat of his pants were growing some rather large holes, so that the fatter parts of his ass could stick out, tearing them even wider. His leggings were practically gone, torn to shreds by his trunk-like legs. To hell with having four chins, he was getting the contents of this safe or bust! Gritting hard despite looking like he had two dinners each stuffed into his cheeks, despite lying on his own flabby middle to reach the last door, he was fucking opening it. With a triumphant CLICK!, it swung open, the thickest ever burst of powder engulfing the wolf.

Coughing and hacking loudly, Luno was completely floored by the horrific feeling within him. Body literally rumbling violently, his entire form exploded outwards, clothing tearing from the rapid gain being forced on the wolf’s body. Sleeves exploding from his chunky biceps, shirt torn asunder by his gargantuan moobs and belly, the seat of his pants annihilated by his enormous ass, the wolf turned to lard faster than he could blink. His entire mass undulated, rippling like a lake from the sheer magnitude of blubber weighing down his once agile form. But he couldn’t give a single freaking damn about that. He might only be able to walk at a snail’s pace, but he fucking bested that safe and its stupid owner. Peering into the safe, Luno’s cocky smirk drooped as all he found inside was a single scrap of paper. Grabbing it, the wolf snarled with fury as he read it aloud. “Weight of your sins slowing you down? Is your greed too much to handle? Then come on down to Fiddlesnap’s Weight Loss Emporium, where for the right price, we shall remove the weight of your sins, leaving you a better, lighter person”.

Luno groaned in disbelief. He fucking hated wizard advertising.