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One Wish

Added 2025-03-15 21:21:16 +0000 UTC

Death grasped his head and let out a groan in frustration. That damned cat had used his wish after all... and now for whatever reason the wolf found himself rotund and swollen in the belly. His entire existence had been focused on one task: taking the living to the place of the dead. And now in what Puss must have felt was some sort of comedic irony he found himself bedridden with a belly that wobbled and swayed with every little movement.

"When will this end?!" He shouted to himself. His frustration wasn't only that he could hardly move, that his back ached, that his poor paws were sore... or that he felt ridiculous with this big ball of fur sticking out from his middle, but he couldn't even find relief now! Each and every morning he'd wake up with a proud yet aching rocket between his legs with absolutely no way to reach it. All he could do was lay there as it smacked against his belly with a hard throb.

This couldn't last forever of course, he'd eventually pop and birth, but in the meantime what was he to do? The final cherry on top of this situation soon made itself obvious. His stomach rumbled. Death furrowed his brow and carefully swung his paws over the edge of the bed. Planting them firmly, he grunted and groaned as he arched his back and stood up slowly. He used one hand to hold his swollen belly, and the other to hold onto the wall for support. Each step made it wobble, every motion caused the contents inside to sway, and every so often he'd throb again.

Maybe one of these mornings he'd get lucky and finally just have a wet dream.