An American Werewolf Pack in Laser Combat

(contains multiple accounts of werewolf TF and extreme weight gain)

Finally after months of delays, the long voted for Werewolf laser tag. Apologies for taking so long. I even managed to get it done for a Werewednesday! <3

Thanks to Chrisbondie, Nak, Asibow, and Tobo for the character cameos!

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Chris had seen enough movies to know waking up in a wet stone room was not a good sign. Water dripped off steel pipes running across the ceiling into small puddles with rhythmic dripping. Through the haze in his half-asleep state, the young kitsune could see very little. Despite having half a dozen bulbs hanging overhead, their low wattage illuminated nothing. Some grates could be made out at the points walls met the roof, but their dim lights didn’t help either. Most likely they were air vents.

At least his head didn’t hurt. Chris might have taken that as a sign of being drugged or something. Still, it was clear by the damp nature of his shorts and shirt that it’d been a long nap. A foxy growl escaped his dry lips while he forced aching joints to push him into a sitting position.

“Hey! Is someone else in here?”

“Some three else by the sounds of things.”

Chris jumped at not one but two female voices cracking through the dank void around him. Gradually regaining his senses from the depths of slumber allowed his mystical blue eyes to adjust quickly.

Leaning against the far corner on his right was a green lizard woman in a leather jacket and jean shorts. Aside from horns on her head, the only feature that surprised Chris was how portly she was for being so short. The kitsune only stood a little over four feet, and he might have a few inches on her.

By contrast, the female cow trying to peer out one of the grates was enormous, though no less ‘soft’ around her midsection and lower body. The blue jumpsuit clinging to her rounded curves suggested some kind of worker, janitor or mechanic maybe. When she moved to follow the wall her cloven hoofed feet echoed in very loud clops.

Chris looked between them, the three tails behind him swishing in his confusion. “Did one of you say three more?”

“She probably meant me. Sorry!”

Another voice sounded directly behind Chris, eliciting a panicked cry. He tumbled head over tails twice before whirling into a defensive crouch. This scared the red panda man laying a few feet away in turn. They were also taller than Chris, but had a body that made it easy to help them up.

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry too. This is just so weird that my defense training is kicking in,” Chris said amidst sheepish tail wags. “Any idea what happened?”

“Nope!” The red panda straightened out his clothes, surprisingly calm for their situation. Casual wear like everyone else present, though the leaky water made his shorts cling to some noticeably wide hips. “Was at a party and then woke up soaking wet.”

“Hey, me too!” Chimed the short lizard uninterested in leaving her corner. “Don’t suppose you guys know a Desmond?”

“Yup,” Chris replied, suddenly looking melancholy.

“Sure do!” added the cow now examining the far wall.

“Well, this is suddenly making a lot more sense,” affirmed the red panda. “I’m Tobo, by the way.”

“Chris.” The kitsune gave a small wave.

“Nassie,” grumbled the cow, tapping sections of concrete with her hoof fingers.

“Gem.” The rounded reptile returned Chris’ wave from where she sat. “So how badly are we going to kill that squirrel when we figure out what happened? AAH!”

CLICK!

Lights came on with the intensity of a small sun causing everyone to recoil with blind yelps. A panel near where Nassie had been tapping fell off to reveal a large monitor behind thick protective glass. There was a dull hum of power flowing into its circuits, turning it from black to a blue screen giving notice to the blind group that signals were being established.

“Is this damn thing finally on?” another voice echoed through the empty room. This one sounded akin to someone talking with a mouth full of water from an obviously cheap sound mixing software. “Oh, uh, hello friends! I want to play a game.”

“Shut up, Desmond!” Nassie snapped back, ear folded down to her neck.

All four of them were quickly recovering from the bright lights, being able to see the wooden puppet head on the viewscreen. It had a lot of rough edges on it, with nothing nice to say about its rushed blue and black paint jobs to try resembling an anthro squirrel-fox.

“Huh. I never took him for the kidnapping type,” Tobo remarked to Chris, with no effort to whisper.

“Seriously, you guys?” The wooden head flapped its creaking mouth angrily, out of sync, at them. “You know how much money I spent trying to make a Saw puppet for this?”

Nassie took a long look back at the monitor before shrugging. “Six bucks?”

“Ten, actually! You could at least pretend to be terrified for my benefit.”

“I can pretend I’m going to kick your ass and use you for a seat, if you want?” Gem finally picked herself off the floor practically breathing fire out flared nostrils.

“What? I didn’t kidnap you dorks. You had too much pizza at my party and passed out in my basement.”

“Oh! No wonder this place looked familiar in real light.” Nassie gave a chuckle, looking around the grey room. Turning to the other three companions she added, “I’ve done a lot of repairs on this guy’s plumbing. You wouldn’t believe what he flushes out of that lab.”

“I’ve seen them,” Chris said with a fearfully distant gaze. Tobo and Gem nodded in silent understanding.

“Look. You guys want to run a fun experiment or razz on me all day?”

“We’ve done both?” Gem offered with a grin. Besides, I’d rather go home and shower.”

Nassie’s giant bovine muzzle cringed. “Me too! I’ve been stuck in the same jumpsuit for two days. I think the stairs are hidden by that grate.”

“This one?” Gem pounded a small fist against the wall and jumped back when it clattered to the floor as a thin wooden panel. The sight of stairs behind it was a welcome relief to everyone present. “Man. You should really invest in trap doors or something.”

“Hey! I set up this whole bit for you guys. No one can just leave!”

“Sure we can,” Nassie argued, already following Gem up the stairway. Chris was hot on her hooves, followed by Tobo.

Nassie was in such a hurry that she didn’t notice Gem abruptly stop on the landing. Her thick leg swung forward accidentally kicking a hoof into the kobold’s wide rear.

There came a pained squeal from Gem as she flew forward to land face first on a bed of synthetic grass. Another cry escaped with all the air in her lungs thanks to Nassie collapsing on top of her.

“Sorry!” The cow blushed in her scramble to get off the tinier woman. Thankfully, Gem seemed more than sturdy for her rounded size.

It was easy for Chris and Tobo to see what caused a hold up when they moved around the fallen girls. Instead of entering a living room or kitchen there was just a big open space the size of a soccer field. Besides the nylon grass rugs, there were tons of inflatable blocks and tubes scattered about along with pyramids and fences.

As I was saying; you can’t leave because this room won’t open up until a winner is decided.

“The frick is this place?” Gem grumbled while Nassie helped her up. The heavy cows landing left an odd bend to her tail, but nothing painful.

“It’s a paintball arena,” Tobo replied, blinking when everyone turned to look at him. “What? I gotta do something on weekends.”

“Looks more like Desmond wants us to play laser tag,” came Chris’s interjection.

“What makes you say that?”

“There’s a rack of science guns next to the basement door.”

Everyone’s attention moved from Tobo to the little kitsune. Sure enough, Chris held a silver rifle with way more spikes and fins than it needed for a sci-fi appearance. Three more dangled invitingly off hooks in the wall.

“Sounds odd to have lasers without the vest markers,” Gem mused as she waddled over to snatch a gun. Her passion for new firearms temporarily overruled her concern about who made them.

Chris chuckled, testing out the sights. “Clearly you don’t know a TF gun when you see it.”

That got a raised eyebrow from Gem. “Speaking from experience, are we?”

“He’s not the only inventor in this city, you know?” Chris spoke unsure how proud he should act for his own magical and science creation habits. Being stared at so intently by a suspicious kobold was slightly unsettling.

Luckily, Nassie stamped a hoof to draw attention back on her. “How about the little squirrel points us to an exit instead? Otherwise, I’m ready to just break one out of here.”

“I’m more impressed Desmond converted the first floor of this complex into a sporting field,” Tobo mused, curiously putting a gun into his own hands. Weird things were lighter than they looked.

“Removing all the walls was a lot easier than you might think. Still, we should move this along before the landlord kills me for this. Chris is correct; these are my latest prototypes powered by the shards of rare moon rocks. Centuries of soaking in reflective light from the sun have left them highly irradiated to generate the same energy as that of a full moon.”

The speakers finished their exposition, leaving the room in a dead silence. Everyone took a moment to exchange looks, but it was clear some key details had been missed.

Finally, Nassie’s nostrils flared. “So what the heck do these doohickeys do?”

KA- ZAP!

“Aah-MOOO!?!” A snap of electrical energy had everyone recoiling with hands on their ears. Nassie was the only exception since a beam of silver energy slammed into the left side of her butt, pushing her screaming onto the floor again. This left a blazing heat fanning across the whole of her backside that was momentarily ignored. Instead, she quickly rose onto all fours, whipping a furious glare over one shoulder at the group. “The hell you do that for?”

Chris gave a meek shrug eyeing the smoking barrel of his blaster. “This seemed like the fastest way to answer all the questions, right? It’s louder than expected, Desmond. Shouldn’t we have some protective… oh?”

“What?” Nassie asked, finding the other three now disturbingly focused on her rear. “Oh… shit?”

The changes weren’t explicit at first, but as Nassie’s ropy tail wagged about, they could see its hairy tuft shift from a dark brown to a silvery grey coloration. It wasn’t content to stay there either. More of the grey hairs creeped along to thicken out the thin strand of spine muscles until she swished a very large canine bush.

Aside from some light itching she almost would have missed the other changes imposing under her jumpsuit. Nassie wasn’t sure how it caught her eye, but she soon noticed the butt attached to her new fluffy tail was also getting pretty thick. Fabric creaked along the edge of her hips. Loose creases smoothed out, trying to accommodate the increasing demand for room. It was not enough and every curve of her glutes were outlined like she was wearing a second skin.

“Damn,” was all Gem could say. Her eyes gleamed almost hungrily at that enlarged posterior for a moment before regaining her senses.

Tobo had to collect his jaw from the floor. He had half a mind to drop his own rifle, but feared a misfire. “Did you just make her gain twenty pounds?”

Nassie got back on her hooves with one hand rubbing along the seat of her suit. Everything around her pelvic area felt weird, even if unseen. “Why is my ass a wolf, Desmond?!”

“These are my lycanthropy mini-laser guns, of course! Sadly, the energy isn’t enough for an instant transformation, but that’s what gave me an idea for this game of laser tag. Say, the last one not fully changed wins?”

Tobo took a deep breath, still highly confused. “You want us to transform each other into werewolves?”

“It’s not the stupidest thing he’s made me do,” Gem offered.

“Nuts to this,” Nassie snapped. She gave a hard look to a back stepping Chris before once again gazing around the arena of plastic and inflatable obstacles. “I still want out. There’s three other places that need repairs and…”

“What if I pay the winner five-hundred bucks?”

KA-ZAP!

By the time Gem saw Tobo raise his gun, she was already eating a blast of energy. The world went white for several seconds, not entirely from the blast. It was almost like a mild headache trying to comprehend the light series of crunches as her head reshaped.

Gem’s nostrils twitched before drawing closer together. A thick black button nose puffed into existence around them, becoming separated by a widening snout. Scales broke away with the sprouting of a fine layer of white and brown furs, followed by a loud flapping of two enormous pointed ears unfurling atop her head. Having a sudden increase in both hearing and smell left the kobold further disoriented. Only the horns remained in place atop her much fluffier head.

Seeing a chubby wolf’s face take form atop an equally chubby lizard’s body was too much for Chris. His giggles itched at the tips of Gem’s new lobes while she staggered about collecting her wits. That proved to be the kitsune’s fatal mistake, as it left him wide open for when Gem gave a growling snort and raised her own rifle.

BA-ZPPPT!

Chris took the laser bolt in the gut, cutting off his chuckles with a sharp groan. Not a moment later, a strange ripple traveled across his torso, causing him to straighten out. Eyes stretched to their widest as they looked into the void straight ahead. It took a few tries for his slacked muzzle to regain some semblance of motor control, but by then he had a hand on his belly alarmed by a rising gurgle inside it.

“BWUUURP!”

Like many things today, no one expected the little kitsune to release a belch at such a deafening volume. That seemed to be just the release his waistline needed to explode in the process.

Chris reeled back several steps as if he could escape his midsection rolling outward from all directions. His shirt snapped untucked to let an impressively sagging stomach fall into his hand. Soft blubber oozed between his fingers even as he tried pushing back his increasing fat. The added stretch of his waist became too much and snapped both buttons and zipper on his pants, causing his stomach to sag out even more.

“Oog! HURP!” Chris teetered on shaking paws, unused to supporting so much extra weight. No longer was his belly button blanketed in the usual cream white fur, but a slightly courser dark grey and steel coloration. This even expanded to convert the copper red around his waist and back. Areas that his audience found sported impressive love handles. “That felt like I ate a stack of pancakes without the joy of eating.”

“I’m suddenly feeling I don’t need to give off a starting bell, huh?”

Nassie, Gem, and Chris glanced at the ceiling where they assumed the loudspeakers projected Desmond’s voice. Without offering much words, they then looked from one to the other, mostly at their thicker, fluffier wolf parts. It almost seemed like they reached the same thought together as three heads turned to look at a very frightened Tobo, the unchanged member of their group.

What followed next was absolute chaos. Tobo proved to have amazing reflexes for his scrawny body. With a twist and a jump, he dodged nimbly between twin blasts from Chris and Gem for cover behind a giant inflated tube.

Nassie had to waste time scrambling back to pick up the last gun on the rack. This left her the easy target for Tobo’s return fire. A hard blast struck across both her thighs, filling her bovine ears with harsh ripping noises. The rush of fat billowing out her legs was the final straw for the strained jumpsuit. Everything from the hip down began tearing away allowing soft flesh coated in thick wolf's fur to emerge.

KRRRRSH!

It was when her hoofs shattered Nassie toppled to the floor yet again. Having suddenly developed huge rounded wolf's paws for feet left her mind trying to comprehend the concept of toes.

With no clear shot on the red panda, and not wanting to pick on someone currently defenseless, Chris whirled his sights on Gem and tipped slightly on one foot with the drastic shifting of his belly fat. He still got a shot before the kobold reached cover behind a pyramid ramp.

Gem tucked and rolled in an expert use of her plump little body. That still didn’t prevent her tail from getting tagged by Chris’ wild ray. She finished her tumble and glanced back to see a once thick, meaty appendage was already lighter and fluffier.

That was the worst moment for Tobo to pop his head out as Gem used him for a bit of venting fire. A beam struck into his left temple, promptly causing his red hair to grow down the back of his head and around his neck in a thick mane. The others were almost jealous when they noticed his fur color didn’t change that much. There just became a lot more of it. The red panda’s muzzle on the other hand popped out several inches further from his face, showing glimpses of teeth became much bigger and sharper inside it.

Another bolt from Gem struck the left side of Tobo’s chest, creating a rippling effect similar to Chris’ belly. Half a second later the red panda’s pecs vanished under surging mounds of flab. His t-shirt drew tight around the large pseudo-boobs, leaving his still slim midriff exposed.

Gem might have corrected that top heavy inflation if Nassie hadn’t finally gotten her hoofed mitts on a rifle. The surprise shot went a bit off and struck the kobolds gun, but still enough to graze her hands. She could only gasp as the joints in her fingers seized up. The weapon slipped from her hands which were rapidly puffing out with thick pads growing from both palms. Fingers spread like round meatballs, losing a bit of dexterity, but not enough that Gem couldn’t still work a blaster.

All out war continued like this for nearly two minutes. Sometimes a person dodged a bolt, and it almost always ended up putting them in someone else’s line of fire. Not to mention each hit made it increasingly difficult to dodge the next laser. Fat continued billowing out their frames, making them taller and wider in the process. More and more their clothes strained under the mounting pressure of their increasingly wolfish thick bodies.

Loud rips began to decorate the ambience of kinetic discharges. The group’s clothes finally met their fate against the heavy pressure of condensed fat. Flesh bulged through the torn seems helping to further split them. Fur fluffed out in thick bunches a far cry from their original pelts. Except for Tobo, who might have kept a pretty red and white coloration, but the massive span of his sloshing hips well made up for it. Underwear sunk between rising muffin butts until even they snapped from the sheer weight of their wearers.

Nassie was especially glad she went commando when working. The fat of her breasts tore apart the top portion of her jumpsuit with little effort before resting atop her even larger belly.

“HOLD UP!”

It took everyone a second to realize it was Gem that shouted, given her voice now had a strong growling inflection. When they looked around, it was clear why she was concerned. The room was no longer occupied by an assortment of different anthros, but a pack of three grey wolves and a very fuzzy red one.

Each one looked like they’d finished devouring a buffet standing over nine feet tall and possibly that much wide. A single step sent everything from their butts to their hanging chests jiggling, while puffed out necks and cheeks threatened to engulf their muzzles. Only their most distinct traits remained; Gem and Nassie had somehow preserved their horns while Chris wagged three very wolfish tails behind him.

“...how long have we been done?” Gem asked what everyone else was thinking.

“I dunno?” Red tinted the bridge of Chris’ muzzle to compliment his sheepish grin. “I was having fun just watching you guys break your clothes.”

“Oh yuck it up, fat ass,” Gem shot back, unable to hide her own smirk. “You practically exploded your pants.”

“Yes. Yes. Very cute.” Nassie sighed. The new chunky werewolf was having trouble keeping a hand off the fur of her distended bean bag of a stomach. Somehow that made the fur extra sensitive. “Better question is why Desmond didn’t stop us on the last change.”

“What? Oh! Shit! Sorry, I booted up a game of Overwatch. What happened… Oh, I see everyone’s been having fun too.”

“Well, that answered that question.” Tobo remarked, setting his used rifle back on the rack.

“So who won?”

“We thought you would tell us!” Gem’s big black nose flared, one paw foot stomping the fake grass under her. “Seriously, how bad is your attention span?”

“I’m only half-squirrel and you can’t begin to understand my madness. Anyway, doors are on the east side of the room. I’ll open them up so you guys can go home. The wolfing should wear off after the full moon.”

“That’s two damn weeks from now!” Nassie cried. She took a deep breath, letting her free hand scratch around her deep belly button. “And the five hundred goes to?”

“Well, since there’s no clear winner it looks like we’re going to end on a stalemate. Sorry guys and gals! I’ll throw a pizza party next month to make up for it.”

The sound of motorized doors opening in a short distance away was little comfort to the bloated wolf beasts. Getting a gust of fresh warm air against the naked fur only made most of them madder. After a few seconds of silence, Gem coughed for attention and raised her moon rifle.

“Okay. All in favor of sniffing out Desmond and pumping him full of moon beams until he’s as fat as a building say ‘Awoo.’”

“AWOOOOOOOO!!”

It had been a rhetorical statement, but something about simply invoking the word caused Tobo to bring his head back into a howl. The others didn’t have time to be confused as his cry sparked the instinctive reaction to join in. Their beastial cry towards a non-existent moon caused everyone on the street outside to pause and search for the noise’s source.

Not that anyone expected a group of obese naked wolves to come charging out of the ominous blast doors onto the sidewalk. Already their active noses were hot on the trail of their mad scientist friend, following the scent across intersections into back alleys.

Desmond could feel the jiggling danger closing in on him as he waited for his escape Uber to show up. Pacing back and forth in a panic, he cursed himself for using a hideout only three blocks from his lab.