This choice: Reach out to simonismyothername • Go Back... It had taken a few days for simonismyothername is respond back to Evan. Considering that the lion wasn't expecting any reply whatsoever, he was quite surprised. The user was willing to talk, but only in private. Evan was willing to listen, but not in some completely secluded area. They agreed on a small coffeeshop not to far away from Evan's apartment for the next day.
"So, what do you know about the Heavenly Bakery?" Evan asked the fur sitting across from him at a table in the corner of the Majestic Bean. Simon, which happened to be simonismyothername's real name, was a young Golden Retriever a few years younger than Evan. But the pup was pretty obese. The lion guess he was nearing a quarter ton, most of it in his hindquarters. Many chairs in Port Zaftig were much wider that normal to accommodate the wider populace, but Simon's backside was so heavy and vast it was testing the limit of the chair he sat in. Much of his weight was in his rump, so much so that the dog was a strange sight. His face was quite sharp and angular. Had you only seen him from the neck up one would think he was fit and trim. Were one to see the sizable gut and flabby chest he sported, they still wouldn't expect to see a monstrous butt he was hauling around behind him. Though Evan had seen much bigger furs in his short time in Port Zaftig, Simon deserved honorable mentions for his ass alone.
"No, you talk first," Simon insisted as he bit into one of the several pastries in from of him. "What do you know about Heavenly Bakery?"
"Not much," Evan admted. "I actually moved in next to Katie's apartment. And then, uh, her and I hung out in the bakery. She seems like a cool lady, I guess."
The young pup gave Evan a suspicious glare. "That's all? You sure?"
"Uh, that's all you're getting know! I don't know anything about who you are!"
"Sssh!" Simon hushed, glancing around the semi-full coffee shop. "Keep it down! You don't know who you might be listening!"
"Fine, fine," he said in a lower tone. "So what's your deal then?"
"Okay, so I moved here to Port Zaftig a few years ago. I needed a job and found that the Heavenly Bakery was hiring. Katie called me in for an interview and practically hired me on the spot. She said she needed someone quick and light on their feet, and Katie saw on my resume that I was the captain of my high school track team." Evan eyes' gave Simon's super obese body a look over. "Yeah, yeah, I don't look the part, but I'm getting there."
"Anyways, things are going well...at first. It was kinda weird because I was her only employee. Nobody else worked there. Somehow just the two of us were able to get everything all made up for the day without much hassle. Katie paid well and even let me take home some of the day-olds for free. Then things changed. I'd be working on some dough and Katie would come by and pop a cookie in my mouth or maybe a muffin. At first, I thought she just wanted me to test something she was working on. Then it was more. Soon, it felt like I spent more time eating than working. Like, I'd make a few trays of brownies, then Katie would come along and, boom, they were all in my stomach. I piled on weight fast. I must have doubled in size in just six months! I complained to Katie about it. She doubled my pay, saying something about wardrobe costs or something but that was it. That shut me up for a while because I was making cash hand over fist."
"Then Katie started getting more...bold. Taking liberties. She had no problem grabbing me as she walked past, slapping my butt or pinching my belly. I don't even like girls but I put up with it. Again, money. But one night something happened and I had enough. We were supposed to be shutting down for the evening. We're in the back and she pulls me off to the side and says something about loving her boys 'cream-filled' and-" Simon's gaze shifted in the direction of the front door of the coffeeshop. The color drained from his face.
Evan turned to see what he was looking at. Katie was standing there at the counter ordering a coffee. She immediately spotted him and Simon sitting there. Taking her house brew from the barista, she walked over to the two.
"Evan! Glad to bump into you!" Katie said, giving his shoulder a squeeze. She turned to the obese pup opposite to him. "And who is...Simon? Is that you? Oh, it's been ages! You're looking...healthy!" The panther walked over to the Golden Retriever and rubbed a paw along his back. "How do you know Evan here?"
"We...uh...went to school together..." he mumbled.
"Uh, yeah. Different years, but same school!" Evan joined in on the lie.
"Huh, small world!" Katie said. "Did you know that little Simon here used to work for me? What do you do these days?"
"Uh...p-photography." Simon avoided eye contact with Katie.
"Lovely! You should stop by the shop someday and show me your photos! The place hasn't change! We still sell those bonbons you love so much! Evan, this is hilarious. One day while we were prepping, I left a half dozen trays of bonbons resting in the kitchen. I should have known better than to not keep a close eye on them because I come back not ten minutes later and Simon here had eaten them all!" The pup's cheeks burned bright with embarrassment. The panther checked the time on her phone. "Oh, gotta run! I'm meeting with a vendor in a few minutes. Hopefully I'll see you in one day, Simon! Bye boys!" Katie then sped walked out the door and down the block out of sight.
"...I knew it was a stupid idea to come out." Simon muttered.
Evan crossed his arms and raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Bonbons, huh? It sounds more like someone got a bit tubby and needs to blame someone for his waistline." The lion stood up and grabbed his coffee. "Thanks for wasting my time."
"No, please! Yes, that was true and I lost my self-control sometimes working around all those treats! But please listen! I can show you proof that Katie is up to no good!"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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