"H... hold up!" The werewolf called, huffing as he got to the top of the steps. "Urk. That flight was so hard to get through!"

His friend cocked their head to the side, showing obvious confusion. "Sarge... that was a single flight of steps... and you're already sweating and out of breath?"

"I'm not much for exercise." The werewolf huffed out.

"It shows.... Though, maybe not?" The friend scratched their head. "You were always fat, as far as I knew, but a flight of stairs never winded you so easily. Don't you exercise a lot? Maybe you're getting sick."

The werewolf heard the word exercise, and it irritated him. He couldn't understand why. "Exercise? Why on Earth would I do that?"

"To keep yourself healthy?" The friend frowned. "Maybe that's why a flight of steps is winding you."

"So? You saying I can't be fat?"

"I mean, yes and no? If it's making you that unhealthy, then maybe you should... not be that fat?"

"I just stopped exercising, okay? I wanted to try out being lazy for once, so I stopped for the last three months!"

"Aaaand?" the friend looked confused.

"And... I feel like exercise is pointless!"

The friend took a whiff of the air. He then stared at Sarge. "And... showering?"

Sarge felt something ring at the back of his mind. He couldn't explain it, but he felt there was a reason he stopped showering.... Didn't someone tell him to stop that? "I... don't need to shower."

"Uh...huh...." the friend coughed. "Well, musky husky, you ready for a second flight of steps or is your fat gut too full of beer to handle such a tremendous bit of exercise"

The werewolf folded his arms indignantly... but at the same time, he couldn't understand why. Didn't he used to like being healthy? What happened?

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This is a part of a sequence I'm working on, but I loved the belly so much that I had to do a single image of it. Enjoy!

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Sergeant Wolf/ art/ story (C)  Juntarhenogu Me