Paul was walking back from the holiday home when he heard a low growl that sounded like a huge dog. It came from a backstreet where a silhouette was digging in a bin. "Whoa.. Umm, nice doggy? I think I got a milk bone somewhere on me.." The cute Beatle panicked, digging in his pockets.

However he heard a mighty crash, the huge dog rushing straight towards him, scratching the lad on the arm in a blur. "ACK!! HELP!" He screamed, struggling to get the beast off of him. It was hard to make out what it looked like, but the bassist could tell that it was definitely lupine.

That was until he looked down.

"Oh hell."

There was another mouth where the navel should be, it was snapping and drooling hungrily at the cute Beatle. "Wait, George had one of those when he was Wereblubber. Does this mean-"

His thoughts were stopped short when the moon was shrouded by some passing clouds. The being let out an unearthly moan, it was shifting before Paul's very eyes.

"...Paul? Is that you?" A familiar scratchy voice muttered, only for him to slump onto a nearby pile of shredded clothes.

"Wait, John?! What happened?!"

"I...I don't know, I was going to be used by Sloth when he...why are you staring at me like that?"

"You...you're...well...naked. I better get you inside or you'll freeze to death, don't worry John. It isn't far from the holiday home." Paul said, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around his bandmate.

"Is Ringo's sandwich machine working? My kidnapper had no sense of hospitality at all." John asked, licking his lips.

"Last I checked, it was. The drink machine is still pretty busted however, did you see anyone else there? If Sloth is out and on the loose that must mean... Umm, she could be around as well."

"She? She who?"

"Gluttony!"

"Sorry, can't concentrate right now, haven't eaten in forever. They didn't even bother to give me a couple energy bars! Can you imagine that?"

Paul was still too shaken up from the attack to worry about the rhythm guitarist's sudden change in demeanor towards food. " We always told him diets never work ."

At the house, Paul dug through his pockets, he then sighed realising that he forgot his keys again. Rapping on the door, the two men had to wait for a couple of seconds before George opened it.

"This is the second time today Macca, you really ought to put your keys on a necklace or something so you won't forget it!"

"I found John and...how should I say this, he's starting to act a lot more like you? It's the nicest way I could put it. Or at least you before Gluttony happened." The bassist grumbled, watching as John instantly got himself a grilled cheese sandwich.

George was still in denial that she could have returned, he assumed after their final encounter she was banished from earth entirely.

" Oh wait...didn't she mention a rematch? " George thought, watching John head into the bathroom to cover himself up.

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In the bathroom, John stared in the mirror, how he ended up naked in the snow was a mystery.

But something didn't feel right, especially the sudden surge of warmth covering his whole body. "Whoa.. I guess this is how a grizzly feels when it hibernates. But I'm still so rail thin, how could I be heating up?" John said, grabbing his stomach to prove his point.

However, he felt a tiny bit of pudge there. "Huh, I could have sworn my chest was well toned just an hour ago."

The heat grew in temperature. Everything that was consumed during his rampage kicked in. He could feel as that paunch grew into a softer potbelly, most of what was digested ended up as extra padding onto his gut.

"God damnit, what the hell is happening to me." He panicked, poking and prodding at his rapidly changing body. The rhythm guitarist tried to suck it in as much as he could but to no avail, it was almost like someone was pumping him up from behind.

"Is this what Sloth meant by tainted?.. Oh dear, Hrrmpf, I know who to see about this."

George was getting concerned about how long his bandmate was spending time in the bathroom, so he went over to knock.

"John? John! I need to warn you about something!"

"Don't come in! I.. Umm.. I'm having a bad hair night!"

The youngest Beatle rolled his eyes at the excuse, trying to unlock the door. "John, I think Gluttony is involved in this!"

"... Oh fine I'll open it." John grumbled. Although as soon as it was unlocked he quickly hid behind the shower curtains. "I'm having a shower, so make it quick!"

"Look, Paul told me you looked just like how I once did back as Wereblubber. Just a lot lankier, I got a feeling she must have had some kind of backup curse deployed after I defeated her."

"You don't say?" John said, leaning on the curtain, ripping it by accident. This time George managed to get a good look at his bandmate's newfound girth. "Whoa, well if it makes you feel better you're not even half as big as I got on my first night."

"I still don't want this though! I still feel so warm though." John said, sweating from the warmth.

"Warm? I never felt warm when I changed.. You don't think Owen did another summoning from prison do you?"

"I don't think so. This seems like a brand new curse. And I doubt it's something he could have done alone, especially in a packed cell."

"What gave that away, the fact I was a skinny beast or-"

Before George could finish his sentence, a loud shriek rocked the entire house. Paul was in panic mode as he backed up against the wall. "Macca? What's going on?"

" I feel so warm...GAH!"

Paul fell to the ground with a crash, his body twitching as it morphed before George's very eyes underneath the moonlight. "Umm John? Did you happen to do anything to Paul? At least during your monstrous phase?"

There was a scratch mark on Paul's arm, from there fur sprouted, covering the damage quickly. "Ringo! Pin him down and make sure he doesn't eat anything!"

"Should I? It looks infectious." The drummer squeaked, but he didn't have time to argue as Paul tried to lunge at him. "Paul! Snap out of it will you?"

Paul was rapidly growing thinner, snapping at the frightened drummer. It was almost like deja vu, Ringo was just thankful that he wasn't the enormous Wereblubber. "I guess it's more like a WereHunger."

"Title drop!"

Despite being a ravenous monster, Paul couldn't help but laugh at such an obvious joke he made.

"So there's some hint of humanity in there huh?"

The monster screamed, rushing out into the cold streets of Liverpool, for the night was just beginning and now roams a brand new beast.