“Alright,” he mumbled to himself, “Let's get started.” He had to gain 10 pounds over the next 7 days or else he would be thrown into a cell which he would never leave again. He righted himself, rubbing his forehead (he was slightly hung-over from last night) and lifted his shirt and looked at his stomach. What was once flat and muscular now could barely be considered toned and a small layer of fat had settled near his waist. He rolled his eyes and headed out of the room where Fey had given wolf his ankle scale and trudged downstairs. However, upon exiting the room he noticed that he was no longer in the same grody bar/inn and was instead in a cozy, lavishly decorated hotel. “What the heck?” He thought and he hurried back into the room. This wasn’t where he was last night. Wolf’s dirty and unkempt appearance stuck out like a sore thumb in this setting. This is when he noticed a pile of clothing on the dark wooden table in his room with a note on top. He quickly grabbed it and read.
“Dear Trevor Michelson (his new alibi he assumed),
Welcome to you new life, and your new home. This hotel is owned by the Lylat Penitentiary Group and this room will serve as your living quarters. However you’re welcome to leave if you choose, but you’re too poor to afford anything else so we recommend you stay put. Anyway, Fey already briefed you on your punishment and meal card so this letter will not explain it again. You will see a stack of clothing under the letter, these will take care of you as your girth increases, again you can buy your own but were offering this for free out of the kindness of our hearts (to this wolf almost burst out laughing). Furthermore and most important, besides your gain, is blend in. That means stay clean and do not disrupt the other customers in this hotel. If we detect any disturbances you will be scooped up and never heard from again. If you have any questions call us at the attached number. Good luck for your sake.”
Wolf then saw the room key resting next to the note and stuffed it into his pocket after he changed into the smallest size they was left on the table. Which, needless to say, was a size to large but not ridiculously so. He proceeded to walk out of the room and into the lobby where he was immediately met by the eager staff of the hotel.
“Mr. Michelson?” A badger dressed in the typical hotel garb questioned, which wolf responded to with a nod, “Ah, good, let us escort you to your table.” Wolf was taken a bit aback by the sudden gesture and was whisked off to a table in the middle of a bountiful breakfast buffet. He sat down. “I will return shortly for anything you may need Mr. Michelson, please enjoy the buffet sir.” To which the badger quickly disappeared. Wolf sat quiet and still as he was in deep thought.
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