"Hahaha!" Augwult remarked, placing all four of his fists onto his sides. "Many mortals run and cower in fear of my visage! You must be neurotic -- or very stupid to be standing before me!" He stared down at a werewolf, no more than half Augwult's own height. They were chubby-cheeked and very round around the midriff. "And a lacker of exercise, it seems!"

"Oh, I exercise... once per blue moon!" The werewolf remarked, pulling a hand from behind his back to reveal a small, circular pastry with a hole in its center. "Just thought I'd give you a treat! You look a bit famished."

Augwult stared at the pastry. As gingerly as he could, he picked it up with his upper right arm. He stared at it. "It is very delicate. Is this an offering to appease my wrath? If so, it is very small and not nearly enough!"

The werewolf looked up at Augwult. His eyes widened and his expression changed from enthusiastic to... pitiful. His ears bent back and his lip began to quiver. "Wrath? Why would you be wrathful? You look like a very kind-hearted person and I wanted to give you a gift!" The werewolf's eyes drifted down to Augwult's midriff before returning back to the demon's face.

Sighing, Augwult looked away. The creatures pitiful appearance was overwhelming to him.... "Fine, creature. But you must know that immortals are not harmed by any earthly poisons or potions." Opening his maw, Augwult dropped the donut inside and let it sit there for a moment before swallowing it. Its taste was... acceptable, to say the least... maybe more than that, even?

Augwult was unsure what he was truly tasting, but he found himself enjoying it. His eyes closed for a few moments. His meditative state was interrupted when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his midriff. "What is thi-"

Augwult felt his emotion change from bemusement to surprise when he saw an expanse of gold and burgundy stretching out in front of him. This was the same coloration and pattern of his abdominal region, yet it was rounded, not muscular.

"Wha... what is this?!" He exclaimed, seeing the werewolf was wrapping its arms around his belly. "Mortal, what trickery is this?!!"

Panicked, Augwult gestured to his midriff, seeing that it was now expanding outward at a surprisingly fast rate. "What is the cause for my abdominal region becoming distended?!"

Augwult gulped, realizing the inevitable... but how? "Did you POISON that pastry you gave me?!" Augwult was immortal. This shouldn't have been possible.

The werewolf lifted a hand and patted Augwult's midriff. "It's called fat, big guy." Looking up at Augwult, the werewolf smiled. "And I just fattened you up via donut!"

Blinking, Augwult looked down at himself. His figure continued to expand outward. He felt the weight of this 'fat' already succumb to gravity. The perfectly chiseled body he had before was now gone, replaced by a soft and round midriff.

"How has a mortal created a potion that can HARM an immortal?" Augwult wanted an answer. Was this werewolf hiding something? Were THEY immortal, too? Augwult felt he should have known if they were, but they gave no signs of such prowess from their pitiful, sloven appearance!

"Who said you having a belly was harming you?" The werewolf chided. "You're just a fat immortal now, like all the others I've fattened up!"

Augwult felt his confusion begin to rise. This still did not answer his question. "Are... you an immortal, too?"

The werewolf looked up at him. For a split second, Augwult could see the whites of the werewolf's sclera turn pitch dark, much like his own, but the moment passed in an instance.

The werewolf was silent for a moment, and then he shrugged.

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A little gift I did for Augwult on Twitter..... I wanted to fatten up an immortal, four-armed, beefcake! SO, I did. They were kind enough to let me do this!

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