it's once again the full moon and time for me to crawl out of my hidey hole to tell you about the glories of fat werewolves but yall already know.
Can you imagine it's the full moon, your werewolf partner, once a ferocious and viscous beast, laying at your feet like a needy pet. They went from being so muscular and intimidating to now pathetically whining because you hadn't fed them their eighth steak of the night. They're at your feet, giving you large puppy eyes, howling in misery at not receiving their steak. You tiredly get them another one out of the freezer.
Once they're full, they lay in front of you, belly high in the air, fat encasing their neck and face. You give them belly rubs and their tail swishes back and forth on the floor almost knocking you down.
It's too late though, those predator instincts still kick in. Once they see you're unsteady they push you into the floor and lay on top of you. They're fat belly squishing you as you're stuck underneath them. Their fur thick from the winter season, and they're body now soft and all encompassing you. You sigh deciding cuddling with your fat, beastly partner isn't all that bad. They lick your face with their snout and rub it against you. They teasingly nibble your neck.
You decide, yeah it isn't bad at all.
