An entire month! Goodness! What a vacation! Sergeant Wolf gave a laugh as he drove everyone back home from the airport. "That was a great time! Thank you so much for the birthday gift, everyone!"

"We love you, Daddy!" Anais proclaimed, giving Sergeant Wolf a smile. "Keep being yourself, okay?"

"Don't worry, nothing's changing this werewolf!" He pointed at himself, giving a smile. "Sure, I'm the winner of the Dessert Bonanza competition, but I'm still your dad!"

"You're our teddy dad!" Jaeden, Sergeant Wolf's toddler son, replied. "Will you tuck me in tonight?"

Sergeant Wolf parked the car in his drive way and turned to Jaeden. "Of course, kiddo!" Sergeant Wolf opened the car door and, with a bit of trouble unbuckling his seat belt, finding that it was partially hidden under his thigh, he stepped out of the vehicle, giving a bit of a stretch to wake his body back up from the drive home.

He was surprised to feel something wrap itself around his legs. Looking down, he could barely see Jaeden underneath his belly. "Hey! Hey! Careful! You might just knock over Daddy with all that strength you've got!"

Jaeden giggled. "Daddy, you're fluffy. Read me a bedtime story!"

"When it's bed time." Sarge bent over and picked Jaeden up. He gave Jaeden a kiss on the head and smirked. "Right now, Daddy's gotta do some damage control on the finishing project work's been working on! Okay?"

"Okay." Jaeden gave a defeated sigh before shimmying his way down to the ground and running to catch up with Sergeant Wolf's spouse and Anais.

"I guess, now, I should be able to wear my regular clothes, instead of this... unbuttoned hawaiian shirt." He pulled the ends of the shirt to try and fasten a button, finding that it was impossible to get the two ends of cloth to meet. "Darn foreign triple X L shirts. You're the largest size they have, yet you're still not big enough to fit me like my regular XL shirts!"

He gave a sigh, remeniscing on the many days he spent with an unbuttoned hawaiian shirt on. He got a lot of belly rubs for that, probably due to the impossible-to-miss ball of fluff that stood in front of everyone. What bad luck that his regular shirts had shrunk in the washing machine midway through the cruise!

Giving his belly one last rub, he grabbed his luggage and hiked up to his room, finding his feet to fall down heavily on the floorboards of the house, making audible thudding noises. "I'm gonna take a nice hot shower and dress in my favorite shirt!"

The werewolf took the shower, as he had suggested, coming out a good while later to blow dry his fur until it was soft and poofy again. Giving his belly a small shake and a pat, he went over to his closet to grab out his favorite clothes. Putting his arms into the sleeves, he felt a small tug as the shirt's fabric scraped against his fur. It had been a while since he actually wore a cotton shirt, so the feeling seemed a bit odd to him.

Managing to finally get both his arms in the tight sleeves, he wrapped the shirt around his torso, giving it a small tug to get the buttons to button up.

"That's odd...." He exclamed, pulling the fabric of his shirt together, finding it difficult to button up the second button.

He closed his eyes and sucked in his stomach, managing to finish buttoning up his shirt. It was an excrutiatingly tight fit, but he was too stubborn to not wear it.

Panting a bit from all the effort he put into putting a simple shirt on, he went to his pants, finding that he had the same difficulty putting them on as with his shirt. His belly was getting in the way more than he was used to. It seemed to sag down more, and whenever he moved, it had a bit more of a "jiggle" to it than he would wanted to believe. "It was just a month, Sarge. Don't panic. you didn't gain that much....."

After battling with his clothes, he tottered over to his computer desk, already recalling the project his employees had to finish soon. Staring off in the distance, he contemplated what his next action should be before turning his office chair around and sitting down in it.

The werewolf felt a soft pressure on both of his sides as he shifted the chair to face the desk. He tugged at the chair a bit to allow himself to move to his "usual spot", which he noted by the indents the chair wheels had made in the carpet.

Once he found his spot of perfection, he let out a long winded breath, leaning back in his chair and puffing his stomach out.

POP!

The werewolf's eyes widened as he attempted to crane his head down to look to where the noise came from. Instead of being able to see the noise, he saw a shirt with bits of cream fur seeping through the openings the buttons made by attempting to hold the two pieces of cloth together.

"What the?" He shifted himself a bit to try and see what was going on but found it was difficult to move. His belly was already squished into the edge of his desk, spilling over its doughy consistancy onto the waxed-wood finish.

The werewolf reached his hands down to push himself away from the desk but realized his arms had a bit of trouble reaching the ends of the table. He then attempted to get up, as he started to realize the worst.

He pushed his arms against the chair to hoist himself up but found that his midrif was caught between the chair arms, much like how it was pressed up against the desk.

He was stuck. His belly was so much bigger than he remembered it being, only realizing now that it was actually feeling heavier than before the cruise.

"Shoot...." He groaned, giving another tug on the chair. "I've gotten fatter."

He questioned if his spouse would want him to either lose the weight... or just get a new shirt and keep Sergeant Wolf how he is. Sergeant Wolf thought it would be the latter.

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Sergeant Wolf ©  pikminpedia

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Nothing says "getting fat" like a popped button on your favorite shirt!


Part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21716711/