Your ten minute trip up the moose's mountainous leg has left you completely spent. Your tiny form barely managed to climb up half of his leg. You lie down and pant, trying not to think too hard about what's hiding inside his pants. You rest on his thigh, but it's hard not to notice the bulge in the center.
The moose seems to be completely distracted with whatever he's doing on his computer. You're partially under the desk, so you can't see what it is. Judging by the frantic typing, it's some sort of game. You can still see him munching away at scones above you though. Judging by the gut the two of them have, they liked to eat a lot...
You climb up to his stomach, looking up at him as he snacks on a scone. A few crumbs land on top of you, and you brush them out of your hair.
You call out for him and tug at his shirt, hoping that you can somehow get his attention.
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