You turn to your Uncle Jack, grinning, showing off your sharp fangs. “I knew you’d enjoy yourself,” he says with a chuckle. “I bet you’re hungry after your long day. I ordered you a little something,” he says pulling out a extra-large Pizza and a 2 Liter of cola from behind the counter. You lick your thick, lupine lips, drool rolling down your face, the scent filling your nostrils, you’re not hungry, you’re starving. “Stuffed, Crust, meat lovers, figured you’d enjoy it with your new…palette,” says your uncle smiling, you failing to notice the massive tent forming in his pants. You cant help yourself, you snatch the pizza box away from Uncle Jack and begin to dig in, practically inhaling each slice, you don’t know if it’s the wolfman mask transforming you or the food but this is the best fucking pizza you’ve ever had, ripping bite by bite with the gooiest cheese pull, covered in greasy topping and sauce making a mess all over your shirt. You finish the pizza in no time and chug your drink down, not satisfied. You look up, sauce dripping down your lips only to discover Uncle Jack holding a second, just for you and when you finish that one, a third and it just keeps going. You keep stuffing yourself for hours, not realizing the change thats taking place, not thinking twice that wolfing down pizza after pizza your clothes are becoming tighter and tighter. Eventually you finish, and awaken from your dazed food induced state, rubbing your belly with your greasy hands, finally satisified. You look around at all the scattered pizza boxes littered around your uncles store, there had to be at least a hundred all piled up around you. You look down at your furry body, realizing you’re totally naked…and so…heavy. Your belly is massive, blocking any view of your feet. In a panic, You slowly lumber off the ground and make your way to the nearby mirror, hearing the shelves shake with every step, your thighs rubbing together as you walk. You get to the mirror and you’re shocked because you’re face to face with the fattest werewolf you’d ever imagined, putting on well over 700lbs. You touch your plump face, feeding into a new double, no… triple chin with your greasy, sausage like fingers. Your belly adorned with 4 rows of massive man-tits each with fat pepperoni nipples, blocking any hope for view of your cock and balls. You lift up your apron of fat and prod your genitals feeling a new giant, sheathe complete with baseball-sized balls. You tilt your head back into a loud howl, that itself transforms into a loud burp releasing ripples down your new blob-like body. “Looking good bud!” Says your Uncle Jack walking out from behind a shelf snacking on his own slice of pizza, his pants still tented now soaked in pre-cum, horny from watching your big change.