"Paul! Is there anybody in there?"

Now he was referencing a band who just got together where that specific song would be made in the 80s and...

"Hey! Who are you anyways, you aren't the usual author."

That's my coauthor, we made this story based on a roleplay and are bringing it to life because it has story potential. I'm surprised you didn't notice until now

Is this what it's like when they talk to you? Trippy. "Ahem, I was being stared at by a monstrous Paul here?!"

Oh right so... the Werehunger stared at the drummer, it's tongue drooling as the sun rose. He would have lunged forward to give him a slash if his claws didn't shorten back down to chewed fingernails.

"Uhhh....uhhhh....Ringo, where am I? Ugh, and what happened to my new suit!?" Paul groaned as he slowly reverted back into a human, he could barely remember anything that happened all night long, even before he changed. He did weakly grab a towel though, covering himself up.

"Are you alright?"

"Just hungry, nothing out of the ordinary."

"Uh oh.. Do you remember when John scratched you?"

"Like hell, it cut pretty deep. Why do you ask?"

"It might be infectious."

"It might be what?!

"Infectious, you became a beast similar to John! And then you nearly scratched me too!"

Paul was taken aback when he heard the news, he recalled Wereblubber was unable to change people into beings like himself. This was starting to sound more like traditional lycanthropy. "Was I huge and round?"

"No you were rail thin and wiry"

"I am still hungry though." Paul said, making his way to the front counter, biting into the mint chocolate cheesecake. "Whoa, this tastes even better than last time!" However he didn't stop to take another bite. "Wait... I feel a lot heavier.."

Paul fell to the floor, extra padding cushioning his fall, thanks to the many treats supplied by the cafe owner, it showed like crazy on his body. "Oh my, he's taken this a lot worse than John. I'm shocked since John gained more than him, probably even more if he managed to get out into the moonlight."

Paul stood up, looking around for a mirror. "Ack! I look like a blimp!" he said, grabbing some of the pudge that built up thanks to his binge. "Where's the nearest health club?! Or the gym?! I have to burn this off! I don't want anyone to see me like this!"

Paul kept on poking and prodding himself, grabbing a spare shirt George took with him, just in case the bassist could use something to wear once he reverted back to normal. "At least your pants are still in one piece right?"

Paul slipped it on, along with some looser fitting pants Ringo took along, he then grabbed a nearby leather jacket, George smiled at the resulting getup.

"Feeling nostalgic for the quarrymen days aren't you Paul?"

"It was the time before I lost my baby fat. Besides, it's a lot more comfortable than the stuff I had on earlier."

To be honest, when George looked at Paul, he looked completely different then what he was the night before, whatever was in these cafe sweets definitely went all the way down to his stomach. "I think we better head back home now, John's gonna be waiting for us."

"Do come again soon, we also deliver." Gina insisted. Giving a wink through her purple coloured eye. George blushed, only to remember he was married yet again, there was something about that woman that just lured him in.

"Yeah, I'll think about it. Bye Gina." The lead guitarist smiled, helping Paul out the door. "Ringo you coming? We got a guitarist to come home to."

The drummer would have instantly followed along, but from all the running they did last night he was too exhausted to move an inch.

"Can't move, go on without me."

"Now you're just being dramatic." George rolled his eyes, helping Ringo up as well.

"Once we get home, I'll call Pattie and bring her there, she'll know how to outfit you and John." George added on, walking back home with the two tired lads.

It was only until the morning when it hit John what the hell happened to him, he hated it. This was Gluttony's revenge for crying out loud, bravo for catching them all off guard after two whole years, but like this? No. He didn't want this.

"But why me? George was the one who beat her in that eat off, as well as Wereblubber. Why the hell would she think I needed to be punished?" He thought, poking some more extra weight he put on after his second binge.

"Is it because I helped George break out ?" He wondered, heading his way to the door. As soon as he opened it, he instantly stared at the state of his bandmates.

"Paul as well?!"

"Ummmm, yes. I mean you did scratch him, sorta like how a werewolf changes someone else by scratching or biting their victims."

"Oh god,oh god, oh god, I'm so sorry."

"Huh? John, it's alright. I mean not really since I'm gonna change every full moon but it's not like you wanted me to end up as another Werehunger right?"

"I didn't!" The rhythm guitarist was in panic mode at this point, worried he might turn the entire band.

George grabbed John by the shoulders. "Pull yourself together Lennon! You guys managed to save me when I became that big, hulking brute. Now it's my turn."

"Yeah!" Ringo yelled out. "We'll head right into Owen's cell and find out what he's up to! If he's the guy behind the Werehungers too."

"But we do need to get you two covered up first."

"What's wrong with us?"

"Nothing, it's just, well your clothes are...straining."

Paul squeaked, he hadn't had to worry about his clothes straining since his days in the Quarrymen.

"Don't worry, Pattie's been working on something in case Gluttony ever came back again." George said, leading the other lads inside only to stop when he saw the mess John had made.

"John..."

"Umm, so I went a bit mad when we ran out of food.. I just had this urge to keep on eating, did you Paul?"

"I, actually not much? I think I gained about as much as George did on his first night as Wereblubber."

"Enough comparisons, we need to discuss." The youngest Beatle ordered, sitting the two of them down.

John and Paul looked equally uncomfortable in these forms, not helped by the latter constantly checking Ringo for any scratches. Thankfully he was completely clean.

"From what we know, this is a new curse. It is similar to Blubby and yet it is fundamentally different in many ways." George started, massaging the back of his neck thinking about it.

"In appearance, it resembles more like a wolf. My old monstrous form looked like a huge, grey lizard. I must have scratched up a lot of people during my rampage too, but that didn't result in more Wereblubbers appearing."

"Thank god for that but why is it skinny like a stick, for something known for eating until the sun comes up. You think most of the fat goes somewhere else?"

"That's something I wanna add! It didn't show on me until after I had grilled cheese, it's like a delay of sorts or something." John snapped, just at the moment his belt snapped off too.

"So, if we transform again and after the sunrise we don't eat anything, we are back to normal!" Paul giddly said, zipping up his leather jacket to hide the damage done. "Also some cotton balls on the claws would probably prevent any more transformations."

"But that doesn't hide the fact that if you two eat anything after turning back, all the weight accumulated from the nights come back on, we don't know if it counts for water either as well."

John was in the middle of sipping on some water when George said that. In a flash he sprayed it right out, soaking the poor bassist.

"Well I hope it doesn't!" John grunted, heading to the door again, trying to redo his belt again in frustration.

After opening it, he saw Pattie standing there, she looked at John with wide eyes before slipping past him.

"George, you didn't tell me they were that big!"

"I didn't think John would have kept on eating through the night. Do you think it's reversible?" George admitted, grabbing the armful of clothes from Pattie, it was soft and stretchy looking.

"For Paul more likely, he's not nearly as big as John got to be. I can also say this new curse is definitely not human, despite being an alteration of your Wereblubber form." Pattie observed, she got a measuring tape out, wrapping it around the two affected lads before leading them into the bathroom after doing so.

"I wasn't even transformed for that long, how could I have gained more than Paul?!" John said, poking at himself again, he then remembered how he woke up again surrounded by sandwiches and sauces.

"This is bad.. Paul, where were you?" Pattie asked, handing him a shirt.

"I woke up at that new cafe. The one that was taken over when Owen was arrested, there's this new girl named Gina running the place. Skinny as a stick and yet had a delicious cheesecake which triggered my transformation."

"One moment, I need to tend to John for a second." Pattie said, giving John a pair of pants. "Gina huh? Well I got a feeling the old owner wouldn't be too happy about that."

"Maybe, maybe not, I do remember her being completely casual about me being bloated up by her treat. She must be one of them Gluttony worshippers."

George recalled her insistence to eat as well, a possible attempt to have him be possessed again. " I bet they're hoping to get the entire group to be fat and helpless ." He thought, overhearing their conversation. " Two groups of sin worshippers at the same time, that sounds like trouble .."

At the cafe though, it was completely dark, Gina smiled while opening a book of sins, she laid her hand on the sin of lust. "Should I? Should I let him revel in his new flesh? That would certainly help with my plans, should I? Oh yes I will!" Gina said. "As for the other one, I think I'll perform a transfer spell. That'll do it, oh yes!"

"Oh Lust, give him a nice kick. He truly deserves it after all those years of denying what's obvious to him. Oh and Gluttony, give them both the opportunity of a lifetime, one without consequence." She continued on, placing a crumbled up cookie in front of an altar. She then placed pictures of John and Paul, for John she wrote a couple of ruins, for Paul however she placed a tiny doll of John on top of the picture.

"One to one, two to two. Oh Lust! Oh Gluttony, give my words true form! Shall they form once I say the names of John Winston Lennon and James Paul Mcarntey!" She chanted, nothing indicating that a spell had just been casted.

However at the house, the curse had just begun.