Commission for  lwut ! Leonard dreads the full moon, as it forces him to undergo a rather massive transformation at night. He retains his sense of selse, thankfully, so long as he can manage an overwhelming hunger. But how long can he manage that hunger when a literal truckload of food is delivered right to his doorstep? And what exactly are the consequences of letting that hungry beast out?

Been a long time since I've done TF in a story, heh. Was a fun one to work on, though!

I hope you all enjoy! 6.2k words.

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“There… We… Go…”

Leonard wiped his brow, ruffling his brown hair as he stood up straight and observed his handiwork. It took a fair bit more effort than he would admit to shove the couch to the side of the wall, but like the good hard worker he was, he managed. Now, he had plenty of space to throw down the mattress, plenty of space to flop down on top of it and spread out to watch from the wall-mounted television.

Of course, the couch would have been much more comfortable to sit on if he just wanted to watch television. It was a little old, sure, with a few stains on the armrest, but the three-seater was soft and sturdy enough for a simple man like himself to relax on. It was just a shame that, within the next thirty minutes or so, he wouldn’t be just a “simple” man, and that couch would turn into a pile of broken splinters and fabric if he even attempted to sit on it. At least the mattress will hold up fine. A little flatter by the end of the night, maybe, but it’d still be serviceable as a mattress. Probably.

But it will have to do, and it wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest. A simple pillow and blanket was more than enough for Leonard to relax and settle into this night. In fact, maybe he should consider the effort needed to shove the couch aside as a good thing; if he was tired, he’d be more likely to fall asleep, and the night would pass by sooner. So with a shamelessly-loud yawn, Leonard reached for the controller beside him, flicking on the TV.

Static. Wonderful.

A frown etched across his face as he flicked through the channels. Leonard had the foresight to block any food and cooking channels from appearing on his television. In fact, he made sure his little log cabin was empty of anything even remotely associated with food, hence why he wasn’t sipping on any hot cocoa to complete his cozy night in. Alas, no matter how many channels he flicked through, the result didn’t change. A new number popped on the screen, but the screen remained the same. A snow-white screen, with random black dots and splotches shifting around.

Hey, he’ll look like that soon enough!

“Damn satellite.” Leonard sighed, powering off the television. Ugh, he knew he should have sprung for the wi-fi package with this cabin. Being cheap was really coming around to bite him in the ass. He could have brought his laptop to look at Netflix instead, or even join a group call in Discord for online friends keep him company… nah, that wouldn’t work. His laptop microphone often struggled to pick up his, erh, “other” voice.

But no, he didn’t even bother bringing his laptop, just out of fear his “other” self might use it to order an obscene amount of food. And now, Leonard didn’t even have a working TV to keep himself occupied throughout the night. He was all alone with his thoughts. Just like he was last month. And just like he will be the next month, and the next month after.

The dark-haired misfortune-of-a-man sighed yet again as he threw his head back onto his pillow, staring straight up at the log ceiling far above him. Why, oh why, did he have to be a were-moth? Hell, why did he have to be a were-anything? He could have lived a normal life, laughed with normal friends, worked a normal job. But no, he had to isolate himself in the woods, far enough away from other human contact, just to avoid the risk that he would lose control of his boundless appetite.

After all, were-moths were just as gluttonous as they appeared, and everyone knew that should a were-moth eat just a little too much during their transformation, they can wave their humanity goodbye. And that would suck.

Hell, Leonard was already miserable, and he was just lying in his mattress, with the only light source in his cabin coming from the full moon shining right outside. Any second now, he would start to shift; then Leonard would need to fight an uphill battle to resist eating his pillow until the sun rose. Melatonin was also an option to ensure he did sleep, although he was paranoid of the off chance he’d wake up to find enormous bite-marks in all of his furniture. Old wood was very hard to digest, after all.

No, he would lay there on his side, eyes wide open as he waited for the telltale signs of his shift, with the only sounds being the occasional creaking of the cabin from a strong gust of breeze, or of a vehicle driving by. He wasn’t fully isolated, after all; just far enough away from other humans to not be tempted to leave the cabin during a shift. Leonard’s cabin was still rather close to the highway, with cars still coming and going even at this time of night.

Maybe he could use them to help lull himself to sleep? Yeah, that’s not a bad idea. He could still count the cars when the passed by even while laying down, just from watching their headlights shine through the mirror. One car… Two cars… Another car…

Leonard yawned, his eyelids growing heavy. One car… One truck… Another truck-

SCREEEEENNCH!!!

Aaaaand, just like that, he was wide awake!

Leonard shot up from his mattress, his eyelids no longer heavy in the slightest. God, that was loud! What the hell was happening out there? It didn’t sound like a crash, more like some large vehicle slamming on the breaks.

And given the light still shining through the front window, it was still there.

Leonard gritted his teeth. He shouldn’t get involved. This did not concern him in the slightest, but his natural curiosity prevented him from just laying back down and pretending the headlights outside weren’t currently lighting up the interior of his cabin. Any second now, he would begin shifting; he may as well sneak a peak outside while his face was still human. So, with a grunt, he rolled onto his feet, squinting his eyes in the light as he peeked out.

And then he went pale. Very pale.

As he suspected, a truck did stop right outside his cabin driveway, and clearly not on its own volition. The entire thing was listing slightly to the right, the front tire partially deflated. The roads were rather perilous at night, alas; the highway didn’t have any light posts to illuminate the way, and sharp rocks were the bane of any tire.

But this wasn’t just any truck, now. No, what Leonard saw on the side of the truck was what made his blood run cold. A cartoonishly-drawn fox with an oversized moustache was plastered right on the side of the large vehicle, and just what was that stupid fox holding out in his outstretched paw to see? Why, a donut, of course; drawn exaggeratedly large with every detail visible to anyone watching from several cars over.

This was a delivery vehicle for a bakery.

No.

No no.

No no no NO!

Leonard bit his lip hard. Dammit! This was worse than just having horrible luck; this was nothing short of a disaster! Didn’t that idiot driver know who, or what, was living in this cabin? No, of course not, obviously. The whole reason Leonard isolated himself was so that no one would know, and yet he couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration and anger directed at the driver as he stepped out of the cab, the long-haired blond youth walking over to inspect the flat tire.

Get out of here! Go!

Ruffling his hands through his brown hair, Leonard quickly ran though his options. That truck couldn’t be here in the driveway when he shifted. Even if it was empty, the sight of an oversized donut would turn his moth-self ravenous, to the point where just trying to contain his inconsolable hunger throughout the night would be nothing short of agony. No, this driver needed to leave, and soon. The next town was a little over a mile out, and the way there was downhill. Surely he could roll that truck down there and far enough to get a mechanic to help.

Feeling his clothes start to cling to him due to his nervous sweating, Leonard turned to the door, about to yell at the driver to do just that when-

TU-THUMP! TU-THUMP! TU-THUMP!

Well, shit. So much for that plan.

With his heart suddenly pounding in his ears, Leonard knew his transformation was underway. He managed one last glance towards the mattress, wishing he could at least be laying down when this happened, as it was rather difficult to maintain his balance. Alas, it was too late. It was much, much too late.

His stomach bwompfed out before him, surging forth and hanging over the waistband of his shorts, his shirt riding up to reveal more of his fattening, patchy belly. Leonard’s arm shot out to press against the wall in order to steady himself from the sudden weight throwing him forward. It was tricky trying to regain his balance as his stomach continued to rapidly swell out and surge forth before him, rising and growing like a massive balloon attached to a jello pump. And with each “pump,” his gut bwurmfed out just a little further, forcing his shirt to ride higher and higher around the expanse. Dammit, he forgot to take off his clothes, too! Thank God he brought an extra set, just in cases like these.

A good thing too, as his pants were the first to tear along the seat, his widening rump suddenly exposed to the cool cabin air. The constant riiiiip of his shorts was obnoxious, to the point where, despite his unsteady balance, the were-moth couldn’t help but to bend his legs just to finish tearing off the damn thing. A tear off it did; the pathetic article of clothing practically exploded off of him, letting his thicker thighs breathe as they now worked on ripping off his underwear next.

Not like he could see anything past his own stomach. Jeeze, he knew his moth form was fat, but it never failed to impress him just how fat it was. Already, he couldn’t see his own feet, his bulbous belly jostling and jiggling from the slightest movements. And this was just the beginning!

Leonard’s hand slowly slid up along the wall he so desperately leaned on for balance as he swelled, growing up as well as out. Inch by inch, he shot up, the ceiling growing ever closer while the entire room seemed to shrink around the changing moth. Soon, his arm was stuck holding onto the wall, his shirt sleeves digging painfully into his broad, flabby limbs, tearing just enough to reveal the tufts of white fur growing beneath. A simple flex was all he needed to free them from their fabric prison, that tear quickly snaking its way up from the end of his sleeve up to the collar of his shirt. There was still plenty of muscle buried beneath him; he needed it in order to stay mobile, after all.

It was just buried beneath so. Much. Fat!

Leonard grunted as the last of his clothes finally exploded off of his fluffy, flabby body, breathing heavily through his nose. At least, he did, while he had a nose. As his face began to elongate and round out (with a set of cheeks growing beside it just as large and round), his nostrils began to seal, fading into his face. And to think, some people complained about not being able to breathe through their nose when they were congested. At least they had a nose to breathe from! While the process of losing his nose was a little jarring, Leonard adapted to the change quite quickly. After all, he could still smell just fine thanks to the antenna growing out from his hair.


Or was that fur now, too? Hard to tell.

At least this damn transformation was finishing up. He could feel a set of wings growing along his back, angling down across his back like a cape. At least, they would be like a cape if he could even close his wings properly, but alas, his excessively-broad back and massive rump meant they were forced into an awkward angle. His peripheral vision continued to expand almost as though he were looking through a fish-eyed lens as his eyes widened and rounded. And his-

Bwumpf!

Yup, that was his love-handles pressing into the wall.

And just like that, his transformation finally finished.

Leonard huffed and puffed, slowly recovering from the sheer amount of stress his body dealt with from undergoing that shift. Hell, he was partially grateful that his moth form was so impossibly obese, as it meant he could lean forward to rest his legs by lifting said legs off the ground and letting his belly do all the carrying! At least he didn’t fall on his ass like the last time he transformed while standing; the resulting earthquake knocked his favorite Lego figure off a shelf the next room over!

Still, there was no way he could go outside now, not when he looked like this! He was an enormous moth, in every sense of the word. The ceiling to his log cabin was roughly twelve feet tall, and even then, Leonard could feel his antenna brush against it. Looking back on it, there was no way that mattress was going to hold him. He would have swallowed it beneath his bulk.

Because matching his incredible height was his impossible width! The moth was practically a waddling sphere, his furry belly jutting out far enough that he could actually rest objects on top of it like a shelf. At least, he could, if it weren’t for those two massive mounds of moobs trying to monopolize that space for itself, each of which were the size of small life rafts, yet infinitely softer than the pillow he’d been resting his head on just minutes ago. To finish rounding out the round moth was that broad, accordion-rolled back of his, complete with a massive ass that competed with his floor-touching gut to see which could jut out the farthest.


In short, Leonard was just like the full moon that cursed his transformation: Round, silver, and impossibly-immense (he read somewhere that the average were-moth weighed about fifteen-THOUSAND-something pounds). Even the little black spots dotted across his body and wings that leopard moths were famous for appeared stretched across his bloated form, each “dot” the size and shape of a pancake.

Mmmmm, pancakes.

Leonard grunted as he heard, or rather felt, his enormous belly let out a deep and bassy rumble, powerful enough to send ripples across his doughy body. Dammit, here comes the hunger pangs. Why couldn’t he transform into a moth that didn’t have a mouth? Or one that had one of those long tube-things for tongues. What were they called again? A proboscis? No, he still had a mouth, and right now the leopard moth wanted to fill that mouth with anything he could get his claws on.


That enormous donut on the side of that truck would be more than enough. Hell, he’d take a hundred little ones, too!

His stomach roared again, and Leonard threw himself back to hoist it off the ground, as if that would somehow get it to stop growling like some feral creature. Alas, all that did was send his bloated body quivering, along with making the wooden floorboards creak ominously beneath him. Well, that would be one way to avoid running out and stuffing himself like a damn pig: Fall through the floor and wedge himself until the morning.

There was a knock on the door.

If Leonard still had fingernails, he’d be biting them into stubs right now. That door was so hilariously tiny, it didn’t even come up to his moobs, yet right now it was the most imposing thing he’d ever seen! There was a man on the other side of that door. A man who wanted to see another man, and not the mutated leopard moth-colored pile of fur and fat that he was. Dammit, he really should have bought a “No Soliciting” sign or something.

Another knock, this was more rapid and impatient. It took barely half a step for Leonard to cover the distance from where he stood to the front of the door, yet even that half-step was enough to quiver his body, to creak the floor. God, could the driver hear that? He sure hoped not.

Clearing his throat, Leonard tried speaking in a normal human-like voice, but even he knew it was no use. In this form, his voice grew incredibly deep and bassy, with a slight buzz to it. “N-No one’s home.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” The driver laughed mockingly. Man, he sounded young. Early 20’s, perhaps? “Look, man, I just gotta ask for a quick favor, alright? I promise I’m not, like, here to rob you or anything.”

That wasn’t Leonard’s concern in the slightest. In fact, he secretly wished the person on the other side wanted to rob him. At least then, he wouldn’t feel guilty for throwing open the door and terrifying the sorry bastard.

Instead, Leonard had to steady his quivering voice again, leaning down as far as his oversized belly would allow for his voice to sound as though it were coming from a normal-sized person, until he was practically laying on the damn thing like a beanbag. “I-I can’t right now. Sorry.”

A frustrated sigh, and Leonard hoped the young driver would give up and leave. He did not. “It’s just for a second, alright? I know it’s late and I’m real sorry about bugging ya, but I don’t got any other choice. My truck just hit a flat, and I’m already hella late to deliver this shipment.”

Leonard’s massive eyes widened, his billowing stomach letting out another loud growl. Damn, there was a shipment in that truck. A shipment full of wonderful, delicious food.

“Oh, shit, you have dogs in there?” The driver on the other side piqued up. “I love dogs! Hey, I’ve got treats in the truck if they want some!”

“N-No treats!” Leonard panted, planting his palms against the wall as he struggled to balance himself on his enormous gut. “Th-They’re vegetarian.”

“What? Bro, that’s not good for dogs.”

“S-Sorry. I meant to say they’re… they’re very fat dogs. They don’t need treats.” God, what will it take to get this guy to leave?! Leonard was grateful the driver was dense enough to assume his stomach’s ravenous growling came from some pets, but unfortunately, he was also too dense to take a hint!

“Alright, whatever, man. Can I just borrow your phone for a sec to call my boss? Mine’s got no signal up here.”

“I don’t have a phone.” Leonard growled. It’s true, he made sure to leave it behind; even with his oversized body, his fingers were nimble enough to order from DoorDash quite easily.

“C’mon, dude. Don’t you have a landline or something?”

“It’s 2025. No one has landlines anymore.” The orb of moth rolled forward, his face and chins pressing up against the door. He had to look through the peephole just to see who the hell this kid was. Alas, that proved to be a fatal mistake, as he barely even noticed the long-haired blond standing right outside. He was fixated on that truck with the oversized donut on it. A truck he knew was full of donuts.

“Bro, you’re telling me you live all the way out here without a phone?”

“This is a rental. I don’t live here.” Leonard’s voice was becoming raspy. There was food out there. There was food out there.

“Do you know someone who does? Because I’m screwed if the food spoils back there.”

“I…food…” Dammit, his thoughts and words were getting mixed up.

And this stupid driver was not helping! “Yeah, food! I got, like, a whole pallet of donuts back there, like two hundred or something muffins, and fritters, and turnovers, and-

Yeah, no. Leonard heard enough.

The moth swung that door open, jamming the edge of it into his gelatinous, snow-white belly. He no longer cared about scaring the stupid person on the other side, and thus didn’t react when the long-haired driver yelped and backed away, his face becoming nearly as pale as Leonard’s. “Food, you say?!”

“Christ, dude!” The poor fool muttered, his anxious brown eyes transfixed at the moth literally filling, literally spilling out of the door. “What the hell are you?”

“Hungry!” The black-spotted blob hissed as he slowly shuffled back, letting the door open fully without his bulk in the way. He couldn’t fit through that door. He couldn’t even bend over low enough for his head to pass under the archway.

But that wasn’t keeping him in this damn foodless prison! The average wrecking ball weighed 5,000 pounds, and he was thrice that weight. And what do wrecking balls excel in breaking?

Leonard charged forward. The wall wasn’t enough to even slow his momentum as he exploded out, his square doorway now replaced with a moth-shaped hole. How fortunate of the driver to yelp and dive out of the way; if Leonard could do that do a wall, imagine what a charging leopard moth would do to a person!

No, he waddled/shuffled straight for the truck, his body drawn to the oversized donut on the side like a moth to a flame. Of course he knew it was just a silly wrap on the truck, but it was a proper showcase to what lay hidden inside the truck, almost like a treasure chest in an RPG. With no time to waste, he made his way around the back, each heavy step he made enough to rattle the vehicle's windows.

Oooh, that silly human had better hope that the back door wasn’t locked, or else he’d tear through that thin sheet of metal separating himself from his precious meal like a wrapper covering a chocolate bar!

In his excitement, Leonard briefly forgot he was the size of a truck himself; he’d charged belly-first into the back of that truck, obscuring the handle beneath his behemoth of a belly. Yes, there was a tiny part of his brain yelling at him to get back inside his cabin, scolding him for giving into his hunger, but at this point, Leonard was just too far gone. Who cares if the driver was currently gawking at the 10-foot tall (and wide) moth currently fumbling for the truck handle? Who cares if any of the passing vehicles saw him as well?


Finally, the massive moth managed to pry himself away from the truck long enough to turn to his side, letting his arm reach out and grab that handle. A mighty yank, and the door flung up, with Leonard’s wings buzzing in excitement.

There was so much food! Leonard couldn’t exactly see it, only the dozens upon dozens of still-sealed boxes filling up the truck from ground to ceiling, but he could most definitely smell it. His antennae twitched in elation, savoring each and every distinct scent he could find. So much sugar. So much flavor.

All for him!

Leonard shivered, either due to anticipation or the cold air; the back of the truck was heavily refrigerated, after all. No more time to waste! It wasn’t often such an opportunity was gift-wrapped for him, after all. Leonard grabbed the nearest box and quite literally tore through it, grabbing handfuls of donuts and cramming them into his maw. God, they were so GOOD! Was it his ravenous hunger that made each crumb explode with flavor, or was it the were-moth’s enhanced senses?

Who cares? He needed more!

Leonard tore through a second box, and then a third, his hunger inversely growing the more he ate. The massive moth didn’t even bother using his arms to feed himself. Rather, he held the boxes of baked goods to his mouth to vacuum up, before tossing the empty remains out behind him onto the grass. Each gluttonous mouthful only encouraged him to keep eating, to keep shoveling as much as possible into his bean-shaped face. Even that tiny voice of reason in his head had finally been swallowed up; or perhaps it had simply changed sides, now screaming at him to keep going!

Behind him, the emptied piles of boxes began to pile up, and Leonard knew he’d eaten enough to give a normal person a massive stomach-ache, but he’d barely just begun! Hell, he could finally lean himself into the truck proper, his antennae planting heavily against the top while his gelatinous belly molded around the lower shelf. He could faintly hear the truck starting to creak and groan as he slid more and more of his weight inside, but the sound was mainly swallowed up by his own ravenous smacking.

Why should he worry about this stupid truck’s integrity when he just discovered the cherry pies?!

The pies had been precut into slices, but Leonard found it more efficient to just cram the entire things into his face, his long tongue licking around his snout to ensure he didn’t waste a single drop of filling. He’d barely made a dent in his stomach, which was funny, given all the dents in the truck he was making as he slowly squeezed himself in further. At some point, Leonard had given up trying to toss the boxes behind him, as there simply wasn’t enough space between the truck walls and his bulbous, orb-like body. Rather, he opted to just shove the empty containers beneath him and let his bulk crush them down to paper-thin proportions. It was a much quicker and easier method, after all, which gave him more time to eat.

And eat, he did! From pies to turnovers, to muffins he popped into his mouth like candy, Leonard was an eating machine! At last, the massive moth could feel the weight of all that food begin to pile up within his fuzzy, white belly, yet he didn’t let it slow him down in the slightest. Each bite, chew, and gulp were just as satisfying as the first, regardless of how full he grew. Even as the massive moth felt his sides begin to bulge against the edges of the vehicle, he pressed on, fully hunched over on top of his massive belly just to reach for more.

It wasn’t long enough Leonard had to pull himself deeper into the truck, his keg-shaped legs lifting off the ground as he slid forward almost like a penguin, grinding those empty boxes against his body. The truck lurched back, the front tires likely leaving the ground for a few startling moments, before thumping back down. With his speckled-white belly flooding the truck’s floor and his accordion-back pressing into the roof, Leonard’s range of motion was extremely limited. If he wasn’t careful, he might end up wedging himself into the truck, with his ample rump and dangling legs sticking right out from the back.


Worth it!

Leonard continued to frantically stuff himself, having moved onto the turnovers next. He’d already eaten himself into this hole; there was nothing left to do other than to keep eating everything in sight, and there was still so, so much more in sight. Boxes of the stuff vanished into his greedy snout, the moth tearing open the cardboard containers with his mouth at this point. He could feel his metal prison tightening around his waist, the truck groaning to accommodate so much moth, but how could he stop when he was constantly overwhelmed with the smell, the taste, of so much deliciousness? Even as the boxes became harder and harder to reach, he willed himself to stretch his flabby, jiggly arms to their maximum length, just to snag at the very edges of the boxes with a finger, just enough to drag them closer. Even when the last few boxes were wedged between the truck walls and his doughy moobs, the enormous creature would rock himself back and forth, shifting not just his own rippling body but the entire vehicle itself, just to dislodge the containers buried within his billowing, rippling flab, and into his arms to eat… eat… eat…

BANG!

Ah, now that was a noise that managed to pry the moth away from his own gluttony, his body suddenly lurching to the side, sending him sloshing and jiggling about. Did a car suddenly slam into the side of the truck? No, the noise and force would have been much more violent. Did he burst out of the truck itself? That wasn’t it either, he was still pretty crammed, his body filling all four sides of the vehicle.

Leonard rumbled slightly, pressing his free hand against the edge of the truck walls. It was leaning to the side; he’d actually popped another one of the vehicle’s tires!

It was that revelation that made the were-moth suddenly aware of just how much he’d eaten. Goodness, he was full! He didn’t even know it was possible to feel remotely satisfied in this form, yet as he looked at the last turnover in his hand, he no longer felt the need to desperately cram it into his mouth.

Of course, he still ate it. He worked pretty hard to grab it earlier, after all.

While it was tempting to just close his eyes and call it there, that tiny voice in Leonard’s head had finally reemerged to tell him he should probably pull himself out. Enough cars had passed by that saw his giant fuzzy ass sticking out of a truck by now. If any more came by, he’d likely end up on the morning news. With a grunt, he planted his palms against the edges of the truck’s interior and puuuuuushed himself back, the metal walls bending out from the sheer force.

Inch by inch, he squeezed himself out, spilling forward like a biscuit dough pouring out from a roll. The truck lurched and groaned; it was a miracle that the other tire didn’t blow out from all that weight shifting around. But with enough hard work and patience, Leonard could feel his dangling feet start to touch the ground, and with one last push, the massive moth was free.

“Bwuwrrarrrrruwrrp!!”

Man, that was satisfying! Even knowing he’d just eaten thousands of dollars’ worth of food, Leonard couldn’t stop himself from grinning, thick dimples forming in those pudgy, dimpled cheeks. He felt fantastic! Shoot, he should have been raiding trucks full of food from the very beginning! It was hard to feel embarrassed or nervous about his body when he had a belly full of deliciousness.

And man, what a belly he had! The leopard moth had always been rather spherical, but with all those pastries crammed inside of him, he was starting to lean more towards ovoid shaped, like an egg laying on its side. His middle was absolutely gigantic, bigger than Leonard even knew was possible, bulging out from his torso farther than the moth was tall, even with his antennae stretched out fully. Even stepping back, his stomach still rested inside the truck, the backdoor of which now looking more like a circle than a rectangle. Once he stepped back far enough to free his middle, the bloated mass of fluff and fat continued to bulge out before him, defying gravity due to sheer fullness. Come tomorrow, it would go back to hanging heavily off his body, as all that food would be digested into hundreds of pounds of fresh blubber.

Seeing as how Leonard would never be a human again.

Yeah, that was a shame. The multi-ton moth knew he’d eaten past the point of making his current form only temporary. He felt a mental snap in his head once he’d eaten his hundredth or so muffin, like an imaginary belt breaking off his body. There was simply too much moth to turn back into a human now.

Bus as Leonard began to take in the news, as he rubbed and squeezed at as much of his bulbous, blobby body as his doughy arms could reach, he realized the revelation wasn’t nearly as devastating as he’d anticipated. His worst fears had come to light, but at the end of the day, he was still himself. This body, massive and unwieldly as it was, still felt natural to him. Fitting into his house would be… well, impossible, but who’s to say he couldn’t work remotely from his garage instead? Yes, he’d be lonely, but at least he can make it work! Perhaps he should be thanking the driver for granting him this opportunity: now that he’d just experienced his worst fear, he felt like he had nothing left to fear!

Oh, crap! The driver!

Leonard swiveled his head towards the long-haired human, who looked nearly as bug-eyed as Leonard. Had he been sitting there and watching the moth eat this whole time? Hell, how long had he been eating?

Slowly, Leonard tilted his head to the side shyly, his thick neck rolls bulging out. “Um… Sorry about that.”

“Yeah…” Apparently, it wasn’t long enough for the driver to process everything. But, the long-haired fellow did shakily rise to his feet, his eyes never leaving the speckled-white furball towering over his truck. “I’m just… trying to get over…uh, all this.” He gestured vaguely at the moth, then at his own truck, both bulging outwards.

Suddenly, he let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “I’m so fired.”

“For what it’s worth, it’s not your fault.” Leonard rumbled, licking crumbs from his fingers.

“Sure, man.” The tiny human scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m supposed to tell my boss that a giant fuzzy snowman just ate 1200 pounds of food.”

The moth blinked, glancing down to pat his taut belly. He really ate that much? He certainly didn’t feel 1200 pounds heavier, although at this size, even half a ton wasn’t too significant. Maybe he should check the truck again, just to see if he left anything behind.

Ah, but he should probably do something about the poor driver first, who’d hung his head forward in defeat. “What am I supposed to do now, man? My life’s over.”

Now that was a relatable sentiment. Leonard used to feel the same way about his, erh, condition, that everything would be over should he let his hunger get the better of him, should he wind up permanently transformed. He wanted to reassure the tiny human, to let him know that there was still a way forward, to not give up hope. Because, hell, that’s how he felt now!

Actually, that gave Leonard an idea.

The moth allowed himself a smug grin as he slowly slumbered towards the driver, acutely aware of their uniform shifting due to the ground shaking beneath his feet. “What if I offered you a new one?”

“W-Wha?” The driver muttered, stepping back anxiously from the approaching wall of fur. “L-Like, a new job?”

“No.” Leonard shook his head. “A new life.”

Shifting to the side, he reached out grabbed the human by the shoulder, who flinched, but didn’t immediately pull back. Lifting him was like lifting a small dog, although Leonard had to drag the confused man across his enormous furry body to get him closer enough. Damn, the driver could probably use his stomach-shelf as a bed, with those moobs as pillows, even while the moth was standing upright!

But that’s not why Leonard grabbed him.

Instead, he pulled the human just close enough to give a little nip on shoulder, not even drawing blood. Immediately, the driver hissed and flinched, recoiling his neck away. “H-Hey! What the hell?”

“Sorry. I’ve never done this before.” Leonard rumbled softly, inspecting his new friend’s neck. Good, the wound immediately sealed itself, a sign he’d done it properly.

With a smug grin, he sat the human down beside him, patting his head with his oversized hand. “Don’t worry. I know it seems like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place, but you’ll be able to work through it. No, we’ll be able to work through it. Together. We’ve got all night to plan things out, after all.”

Grinning even wider, Leonard gestured towards the truck with a thumb. “Feel free to grab whatever’s left when those hunger pangs start to hit. Trust me, they’ll hit hard.”

“M-My what?” The driver muttered, before immediately doubling over, clutching his stomach. A stomach that was rapidly ballooning right before their very eyes, forcing his uniform to unzip in a matter of seconds, revealing a pudgy orb covered in patchy, fuzzy fur.

Leonard wished a popcorn truck would come by next so he could have a snack while he watched the show. Who needed a working television when he had this?!