You rub your little pudgy stomach as it grows, feeling it pile on about a few inches before stopping. You're still a pretty lithe grey wolf, but now you have a handful of pudgy soft fat on your middle. You smile a little, enjoying the small mass of flesh in your palm. "I could get used to this." you say to yourself. You look at the fruit bowl in your kitchen, which you normally just occasionally eat from and refill with a grocery trip. You take an apple and bite into it, tasting the juice flowing over your tongue and swallow, meat and all. As you take several more bites, you finish off the apple, leaving the core left. Like a tidy wolf that you are, you dispose of it in the garbage can instead of leaving it lying around. Your stomach feels tight on your pajama bottoms, now starting to push against it. You smile, seeing that the pills are working. Next, you take a banana from the fruit bowl, peel the skin off, and begin eating it. Your stomach pushes more onto the waistband of your pajama bottoms afterwards. Smiling, you grab the grapes, and pop the little round orbs into your muzzle one by one. When you clean the stem of the delicious grapes, you place a hand on your growing tummy, as if urging it to grow bigger for you. It stops when it reaches the size of a small orb of fat, like a ball. You smile as you push your hand into the fat, feeling it squish between your fingers. "Man, this feels so good..." you think to yourself. Then, something clicks in your head. What if you get...Too fat? Like, if you get to half a ton, and you can't even get off your bed, let alone move around? Your smile fades as you look at the sumo school brochure on the table next to the pills.
"Hey, sumos can get super fat, and still move around fine. It must be because they train their muscles a lot. If I go to that school, then if I get that fat, then I can still move around and do stuff! Heck, maybe I'll become a professional sumo wrestler. Hmm...Should I go and enroll now, or wait until I finish off those weight gain pills?"