Fatso was not a happy wolf.

First, he and the others had been ousted by the good guys from the main castle within the kingdom after the small victory the villains had grappled for themselves. Then he and the other wolves had been driven into the depths of the nearby forest by Cinderella and Good King Rick by swords and fire, the lot of them eventually having to scatter into different directions in order to survive. And lastly he was now starving. Being as overweight as he was, or rather as pleasantly plump as he liked to call it, it took a lot of meat to keep Fatso happy, but as would be expected of someone his size it was rather hard for him to catch anything to eat being as large as he was. Now add to the fact that there were patrols searching for him and the tubby grey wolf was as miserable as miserable could be. 

“This sucks.” he whined while rolling around on his backside on a large patch of grass. “And I’m hungry.” he mewled for the millionth time today.

Considering what a beautiful day it was today with the sun shining up above and white fluffy clouds sailing by like giant marshmallows while a gentle summer breeze caressed the earth one would think that this would have been a perfect moment for the fat lupine to find something to eat. But alas he hadn’t been able to scare up so much as a small bunny today, despite going through his usual haunts. Which in itself proved to be a rather big problem for the big bad wolf as his stomach decided to let him know how displeased it was at not receiving something within its ever hungering confines. 

“I wish some of the others were still around.” Fatso sighed. 

While he might not have been the most impressive or imposing wolf within the woods, he was one of a large pack that always looked out for their own. Let others say whatever they liked about villains, but more often than not they stuck together, especially when it came to the more animalistic species such as himself. Fatso let a small smirk play across his grey muzzle as he recalled the time Big Bad had come to him with a small rabbit as a gift for his birthday. Fatso had been so joyful that someone had remembered the day he was born that he had glomped the muscular male without provocation. This had led to the rabbit in between them screaming bloody murder as it was squeezed between the two males, but both Fatso and Big Bad promptly ignored the soon to be snack. At least until after the chubby wolf had pulled away from his friend. Once he did Fatso quickly devoured his birthday, ignoring its pleas for mercy as he sucked the well dressed creature’s head into his throat and then pulled it down into the stinking pit of his stomach with his throat muscles. After swallowing down his snack Fatso had thanked his friend and then allowed the other to rub over his belly, allowing Big Bad to help the squirming meal within quickly digest within the pooling juices within his belly.

But alas, Big Bad, like so many others, had moved on from the area of the woods thanks to Good King Rick and Cinderella, the two monarchs having decided to clear out the forest in order to allow the good inhabitants to have a moment of peace to themselves. Fatso didn’t know what had happened with Big Bad at the moment, he hadn’t received word from the other in weeks and while he didn’t like to immediately panic he was feeling somewhat concerned. That concern quickly turned to fear when his long pointed ears caught the sound of metal on metal headed in his direction. Knowing that this noise could only be one of two things the chubby wolf quickly made haste deep into the depths of the trees. From the safety of the shadows Fatso beheld a group of armored men making their way about the area he had had just been rolling around in. 

Thankfully none of the king’s men took notice over the small tufts of fur which had been lying about the area, nor the imprints left within the ground, otherwise they might have easily been able to spot him. Though with that said when the soldiers spread out and began looking through the area for anything dangerous Fatso could have peed himself. He held his breath when a soldier walked along the path where he was hiding, the grey wolf slunk down into the bushes underneath him as he hoped against all hope that the soldier wouldn’t take notice of him. His wish seemed to go completely ignored when one of the armor wearing men crept over to where he was...only to then turn suddenly when a sudden noise quickly drew his attention. Fatso could have kissed the squirrel when it ran over through the underbrush several yards away from him making the human turn into that direction. 

Waiting a few minutes longer Fatso found himself sighing in relief when the soldiers regrouped and then began giving their reports over the area. The tubby grey wolf watched as the humans went on about their way towards where the dirt road was, he hid in the bushes until he could no longer hear the clink-clink sound of the soldier’s platemail before finally pulling himself out of his hiding place.

“Well that sucked.” He grumbled to himself as he reached up to scratch several bugs free from his summer coat of fur. “This place is actually becoming dangerous, I wonder if I should leave this place?” It had been a concern on the fat wolf’s mind for a while now, though stubbornness had made it so that he didn’t want to leave the place that was so familiar to him, and yet… “They’ll have my hide as flooring if I let them catch me.” It was just as he was contemplating finding out where Big Bad had gone that Fatso saw a small satchel out of the corner of his eye. 

Going over to the leather pouch the grey wolf got down on all fours and then gave it a few quick sniffs. When the pouch in question didn’t suddenly explode on him the tubby wolf reached out and then poked it with a clawed finger. The sound of metal scraping against metal made him tilt his head to the side, his ear flicked when a ladybug flew overhead. Reaching out and opening the ties on the satchel Fatso beheld several silver coins within the along with a tied up note. More than likely one of the soldiers had dropped this, it seemed. This presumption was confirmed when the tubby wolf opened the note and then read the contents within. 

For a moment abject terror wrote itself across the grey wolf’s face, as if this information written down was true, and there was no reason why it shouldn’t have been, then he was in very deep do do. Fatso immediately began to plan his escape from the current area, knowing well enough that it would be difficult enough for him to do, but he could travel deep into the frozen north where many of his fellow wolves had journeyed to, however something about running away with his tail in between his legs like this didn’t sit right with him. He was a wolf, damnit! Not some kind of whipped dog! But what else could he do? He wasn’t all that smart, more than a few of his friends had pointed this fact out in the past and at this point in his life Fatso was sure that there was some merit to the statement. All the same…

And then a sudden idea popped into his head. Perhaps it had something to do with the grumbling fairy overhead quietly buzzing about his way as he complained about the three good fairies and a union, but Fatso would never know for sure as he kept his golden eyes focused on the letter clutched tightly within his clawed paw. A dark smile drew itself across his face as he thought over his mad idea, he then went even deeper into the plan forming within his mind when bright green fairy dust began to float down on top of his head. Looking at his plan from several angles the tubby wolf thought to himself...

‘This is crazy, but what do I have to lose at this point, right?’ Fatso chuckled as he reached down to rub his once again grumbling stomach.

It took several days to put his plan into motion, mostly due to the fact that he had to search high and low for people who he could afford to help him with the meager amount of coins he had on himself, and because he had never done what he was doing now. Thankfully the brigands in question were quite ready to do some work, what with business all but drying up thanks to living in times of peace, though Fatso did have to suffer though a couple of disgraceful moments thanks to some of the men in question being rather impatient. Lucky enough for him that he and Big Bad had spent several days together when they were much younger and so the tubby wolf was more than well suited for entertaining the scruffy looking vagabonds he had gone through the trouble of hiring. And if he were being rather honest with himself Fatso could admit that he actually enjoyed the time he had spent with the brigands, but he pushed those thoughts out of his mind and instead focused on the plan.

Setting themselves up along the main road Fatso and his new hires waited for several days until finally his quarry made their way along the area within the forest that was the most dense. The sound of horse footfalls clopping closer and closer to where he was hiding within the bushes made the tubby wolf’s tail wag wildly, but a slap across the bum by one of the brigands made him still his wayward appendage. He lowered his ears in slight shame as he looked the heavily scarred man but then quickly perked them once he felt the human begin to scratch him along the back of his head. 

Once the carriage and soldiers protecting the vehicle moved into place Fatso let out a war howl. The surrounding soldiers looked around wildly as they heard the noise, however they were completely taken off guard when the grey lupine led a wild charge on all fours towards the carriage they were guarding. Pulling out their swords the men prepared to end the mad lupine’s existence but before they could strike him down arrows flew out from the shadows of the trees. Thanks to their armor most of the metal tipped projectiles ineffectively bounced off of the armored men’s bodies without much damage, but the plan hadn’t been to kill them. With the soldiers stunned by the sudden attack the brigands surged out from the woods. Forming a group in front of the carriage the soldiers prepared to defend the occupants within with their lives, except that upon looking up to wooden vehicle many of the men were stunned to find a large wolf shaped hole within the front of the transport. Before the leader of the guards could order one of his men to chase after the wolf he found a sword immediately placed into his face. 

Fatso didn’t think as he ran with both of his captives as fast as he could through the dense woods towards the meeting area where he and the brigands would meet up later. The screaming duo underneath his arms made it somewhat difficult to travel, especially given that speed running had never been something that he had been all that good at, though to be fair, exercising in general was now the tubby wolf’s speciality, however he maintained his movement speed all the same. At least until one of the humans underneath his arm bit him. The lupine let out a titular yelp and then stumbled midrun. This in turn meant that his captives were tossed through the air before landing on the ground in a heap. Growling at his injury Fatso licked himself several times over in order to ease the pain he was currently feeling. 

It was sheer luck that saved him from being split in twain as Rick pulled his sword out from where it was quietly nestled in his sheath. Fatso rolled to the side and then snarled with a muzzle filled with yellowed fangs as he looked at the human readying another sword slash. Moving left the grey wolf felt the cold kiss of the steel pass through his fur shaving off some of his pelt, but thankfully nothing else. Rebounding off of the ground as the human king finished turning with the strength of his swing the chubby lupine grunted as he tackled his adversary to the ground. The pair rolled together for several seconds as they fought for dominance over one another, Fatso whimpered as he was kicked in the groin and then punched against the side of the head, but regardless of the human’s assaults he continued gripping on tight to the king. It was only when the pair rolled into a nearby tree that things came to a halt, Rick grunting a swear as the side of his head hit the unforgiving wood. 

Seeing that the human was stunned Fatso narrowed his eyes and then opened his muzzle wide, drool dripping down from the length of his fangs as he prepared to finish off the other. 

His final assault was paused midway as a thick branch popped him along the back of the head. The chubby lupine immediately flipped his head around, only to see Cinderella, with her dress torn and heaving large gulps of breath, standing over him brandishing her makeshift weapon as though it was a sword. When the branch came down for his head again Fatso didn’t think, he simply reacted upon thousands of years of well honed instincts. Pouncing on the queen the tubby wolf gripped the weapon and then violently tore it free from Cinderella’s dainty hands. Once the human queen was disarmed Fatso opened his jaws wide and then dove down for the female’s head. The brunette had just enough time to let out a polite shriek before everything went dark around her, the feeling of wet drool suffocating her face quieted whatever it was that she was about to say as Fatso began disposing of her ladyship.

Rick’s growing headache chose that moment to abate itself and so the king of the country got a wide eyed view of his lovely wife literally being eaten alive by the fat wolf that had attacked the two of them. Too stunned to move because of the incredulity of what was happening the human noble could only stare in horror as he watched his wife get pulled unceremoniously into the lupine whose tail was wagging. In slow measures Cinderella was pulled deeper into Fatso’s throat, with her head bulging out the sides of the growling wolf’s throat. The sight of the demure woman’s mouth opened in a frozen scream was something that Rick would never forget, if only because of how horrifyingly beautiful such a sight was. 

And then the chubby lupine swallowed.

Watching a fully grown creature sliding down the throat of another being was not something that was easy to emotionally process, after all, most creatures were served their food usually already having being cleaved free from life and baked or grilled to perfection, so upon seeing Cinderella's dainty body moving at a snail’s pace down Fatso’s neck down into his stomach Rick didn’t know exactly what to feel. Horror swiftly became the dominant emotion clouding his mind as he gazed upon his wife’s midsection being stuffed down the length of the chubby wolf’s torso. The fact that the brunette could be heard screaming as she was introduced to the hot, liquid confines of her new prison was something that turned the young king’s stomach, but not as much as seeing Fatso rolling his thick tongue out from around the young woman’s body. Because she was still clothed her slim form was protected from the chubby lupine’s rolling tongue, but in a way that made things worse for Rick as he got to watch Fatso turn his queen’s panties into a sopping wet mess. 

When Cinderella began to moan and squirm upon the large wet organ anger and indiginity quickly overcame Rick’s mind. Picking himself up from off of the grass the young king let out a terrible roar before charging at the fiendish creature. Or at least he tried to. A sudden addition of a thick piece of steel against the side of his head stopped the other from executing his crazed plan of savaging the lupine. Fatso turned just as he was getting to the part of the female’s legs to see one of the brigands from earlier going over to place his booted heel onto the king’s backside. Fatso would have smiled if his lips weren’t already making a ridiculous O figure around his meal, so instead he simply gave the scarred human a thumbs up. The other returned the gesture by rubbing over the front of his britches, enlarging the lump within their middle.

Fatso swallowed even harder as he thought about the tasty meat stick beneath the human’s pants. This turned out to be just the right move needed to devour the rest of the human queen into his throat. With a loud gulp the fairy tale queen was gone from sight, her entire form reduced to a squirming lump within the grey wolf’s belly. 

“Glad you had your fun.” the black haired brigand standing over Rick said with a bored yet amused tone. “Are you through?” 

A wet belch answered the human’s question before Fatso could. “Almost.” the chubby lupine finished before reaching down to stroke over his doomed captive. “I still have one thing left to take care of.” 

“Do you think you can?” As he asked this question the brigand moved away from the now groaning king of the country.

“Of course I can! Big Bad showed me how to fit just about anything inside of my belly.” the villainous wolf explained as he got up from his place on the ground, somewhat unsteadily, and then waddled his way over to the downed human. 

“That’s nice to know, but you’d better hurry.” the brigand silently urged while looking around the immediate area.

“This won’t take long.” Fatso leaned down, an amazing feat considering his displaced weight, and then grabbed Rick by the back of the head until the two were face to muzzle with one another. “You have no idea how much you and your queen caused me to suffer.” the tubby lupine growled. “Everything was perfect before you came along, but thankfully I have the power to make things right again.” 

Rick attempted to say something but before he could do so he was treated to a large pink maw opening before his startled face. The young king went white as a sheet as his head was stuffed into the gluttonous wolf’s maw, soon to be followed by his shoulders, arms, chest, and torso. Fatso let out a slight whine when his already stuffed belly began to expand outwards even more so, his former bravado slightly abating, but he was calmed down by the feeling of two pairs of hands reaching around his body to massage his gut. The grey wolf would have turned to look but considering that this process required an intense bit of concentration, not to mention it somewhat hurt to move his body around when eating meals like this. Thankfully this situation quickly settled itself as Fatso swallowed the human king into the confines of his grumbling stomach in three large gulps.

Gulp.

Gulp.

GULP!!

And with that came the end of King Rick and Queen Cinderella. 

The world wouldn’t know exactly what happened to the pair until after someone came to search for the soldiers that the brigands had dispatched, the ruins of the lord and lady’s carriage would be left beside the road minus the horses. Not that any of this mattered to Fatso. The bad wolf had finally gotten his due for all of the suffering he had gone through at the hands of the two humans currently struggling within his gut. A loud burp followed with a pair of shoes being thrown up out of his throat, the sight of which caused the brigand still behind the grey wolf to chuckle. 

Moving to a secluded hideaway where he and the brigands could be alone Fatso rubbed and teased over the still squirming pair within his guts for several hours on end, both Cinderella and Rick were slowly digesting inside of him because of the excess air that the grey wolf allowed into his tummy. Once he finally drifted off to sleep however his stomach was quick to process the meat within, the slimy sounds of glorping and grumbling echoing off of the walls of the small abandoned hut as the men around Fatso went about their daily business. When the tubby lupine awoke it was to the slight of himself much bigger than he had been before, his belly having digested the humans easily enough, though had left him very swollen around the middle. Not that he minded as he gave his new pudge a firm slap in approval.