Arashi, a detective, a sharp-minded and keen-eyed wolf, had always been known for his slender build and agile frame, perfect for chasing down culprits in the bustling streets of Tokyo. His latest case, however, had brought him to the far cityside, where a peculiar series of incidents had been reported—furs being mysteriously fattened up.

Arashi had spent weeks following the trail, piecing together clues that led him to a shadowy figure with piercing red eyes. His investigation took a strange turn when he found himself irresistibly drawn to a grand buffet, laden with every delectable dish imaginable. As he stepped inside, the enticing aroma enveloped him, and he felt a strange compulsion to indulge. The red-eyed culprit watched from the shadows, a sly grin playing across his face. He had been carefully orchestrating this moment, using his mind-control powers to lure the detective into a trap. Under the guise of hospitality, the culprit introduced himself to Arashi, offering plate after plate of food, each bite making the detective's body swell.

Arashi's once firm resolve began to waver as the food's enchanting taste and the villain's persuasive words clouded his mind. "You look famished, detective," the culprit murmured, his voice smooth and soothing. "Why not enjoy yourself? There's no harm in a little indulgence." Before long, Arashi's slender frame had transformed, his body becoming plumper with each passing moment. His once sharp features softened, and his cloak strained against his expanding girth. Despite the growing discomfort, Arashi couldn't stop himself from eating, his mind a haze of conflicting thoughts.

As days turned into weeks, the buffet visits became a routine. Arashi's once keen senses dulled, and his speech grew sluggish, punctuated by loud, unceremonious burps that escaped his lips. "I... I need to stop..." he would mumble between mouthfuls, only to be silenced by another savory bite. The culprit seized the opportunity to further his plan. He grabbed at Arashi's love handles, whispering in his ear, "You want this, don't you? To be bigger, to indulge your desires..." Arashi's glazed eyes reflected his internal struggle. Somewhere deep inside, the detective knew something was wrong, but the brainwashing was too strong. His once sharp mind now clouded by the villain's influence, found himself nodding, a faint, submissive smile on his lips. "Yes... bigger..."

The culprit's plan was unfolding perfectly. Arashi, the detective who had once been a beacon of justice, was now a pawn in his scheme, his once powerful mind and body under the their control. As Arashi continued to indulge, his dreams of solving the mystery faded, replaced by the immediate gratification of the buffet's endless offerings.

Arashi's eyes glazed over as he reached for another plate, his hands moving almost mechanically. The culprit, with his piercing red eyes, watched from the shadows, a satisfied grin on his face. He stepped forward, placing a gentle yet firm hand on Arashi's shoulder. "That's it, Arashi," the villain purred, his voice smooth and coaxing. "Enjoy yourself. You've earned this."

Arashi's mouth was already full, his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's. He nodded absently, his mind too clouded to form coherent thoughts. He swallowed heavily and reached for a drumstick, tearing into it with fervor. "Buurrp... I... I don't kn-know if I can... burp... stop..." Arashi mumbled, his words slurred and interrupted by another loud belch. His stomach gurgled in response, but he couldn't resist the urge to keep eating. "Of course, you can't," the culprit murmured, leaning closer. "You need this, Arashi. You deserve to be bigger, to indulge in all these delicious foods. Doesn't it feel good?" Arashi paused for a moment, the drumstick halfway to his mouth. A flicker of clarity crossed his eyes, but it was quickly snuffed out by another wave of the villain's influence. "Y-yes... feels... good... burp..."

The culprit chuckled softly, patting Arashi's burgeoning belly. "That's right. Keep eating, detective. The more you eat, the better you'll feel." Arashi's hands moved on their own accord, grabbing another plate of pastries. He shoved a cream-filled éclair into his mouth, the sweetness overwhelming his senses. He chewed and swallowed, the action now a compulsion rather than a choice. "Burp... can't... st-stop..." he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. His stomach stretched his uniform to its limits, and the sound of straining fabric mingled with his incessant burping. "That's it, Arashi," the culprit encouraged, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You don't need to stop. Just give in. Enjoy every bite."

Arashi's head bobbed in agreement as he grabbed a forkful of pasta, his mind a foggy haze of pleasure and submission. He didn't notice the tears forming at the corners of his eyes, a subconscious part of him still aware of the trap he was in but unable to break free. "Buurrp... more... need... more..." he mumbled, his voice devoid of resistance. The culprit's grin widened as he watched the detective's transformation continue, the once proud and agile wolf now reduced to a gluttonous shadow of his former self.

The buffet seemed endless, and so did Arashi's appetite. Plate after plate disappeared into his maw, each bite punctuated by loud, unceremonious burps. The culprit's laughter echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of his captivity. "Keep going, Arashi," the villain whispered. "Embrace it. Let yourself grow." Arashi's eyes were now dull and unfocused, his movements slow and deliberate. He was lost in the cycle of eating and burping, his mind too far gone to remember why he was there in the first place. All that mattered now was the food and the villain's soothing voice guiding him deeper into his indulgence.



In the quiet moments, as Arashi's stomach gurgled and he let out another involuntary burp, he would catch glimpses of his former self in the reflection of a spoon or a glass. "I... need to stop this... but... the food is too good...I need to get bigger" he would mumble, only to be drowned out by the culprit's laughter and another plate of food. The case that had brought him here remained unsolved, and the countryside remained under the shadow of the mysterious fattening incidents. But for Detective Arashi, the greatest mystery now lay within himself, as he struggled against the bonds of his desires and the culprit's relentless control.