You glance over the pastries, all the pies, cakes and doughnuts, they all look so good. You peer up and spot the specials sign, "Wolfman Doughnuts," is the only thing written on it. You scan the display case with your eyes until you find them, and they look great! The doughnuts were huge, chocolate doughnuts, dripping with creme and a tiny howling wolf head, on top, and most importantly, they were super cheap. "I'll take one of the Wolfman Doughnuts please," you tell the baker.
He peers up and grins, "Oh you can't get just one, wolves come in packs."
You roll your eyes, they're super cheap anyway so you take a box of a dozen and go to the nearest bench you can find in the suprisingly empty mall. You open the box and stare at the huge package of doughnuts. You feel your mouth begin to water. "Just one now and I can save the rest for later," you reason with yourself.
You grab the first doughnut and bite into it and it tastes incredible. Thick, rich chocolate, stuffed with delicious cream, it's delicious, you wolf it down in seconds, smearing the sweet cream on your face. You can't help yourself, you go for another. You feel begin to feel strange but you ignore it and keep eating. You feel yourself get fatter with each bite, fur covering your body more and more with each slurp of cream. You push out a loud fart, filling your pants with warm, goopy shit. You laugh loudly bouncing around in it, as you shovel more doughnuts into your gapping maw. You're shirt explodes, revealing your fat, furry belly, with 4 layers of man tits, dripping with yellowing milk. You find yourself inclined to follow up your doughnuts with your own sour milk, sucking on your own teet with your muzzle, slurping loudly, ending with a loud burp.
You've run out of doughnuts, but don't worry you can always take your obese, werewolf body and get some more.