This choice: Keep spying on the mouse • Go Back... After some time, the mouse finally left the bathroom with a satisfied look on his face and a towel wrapped around his waist. As he made his way over to the motel room bed, his doughy and spherical belly happily bounced along with each step. Siting on the edge of the bed which faced the window and door, the mouse took a minute to examine the belly which was now taking up much of his lap. Slipping two paws underneath, he lifted it up a few inches before letting it drop. The mass shook and quaked. The mouse did this again a few more time. He grabbed the sides his belly and started shaking it. As his gut jiggled wildly, a look of pure excitement across his face. That is, until it was replaced by a look of shock. He spotted the lion spying on him through the window.
"Shit..." Evan muttered to himself. He thought about running but before he could escape the mouse already had his head sticking out of the doorway.
"What are you doing? Were you spying on me?" The mouse asked, his voice a mix of anger and fear.
"I'm sorry! I saw you leave the labs and you looked sorts off so I-"
"Wait, you're from the labs?" The mouse said, cutting Evan off. "Uh, come on in..."
He beckoned Evan into the motel room. Soon, the two were sat on the bed as Evan explained everything. Everything except for seeing the mouse pleasure himself. He wanted to spare the fur the embarrassment of that. He tried not staring at the blob of a belly resting in the mouse's lap.
"So, yeah, that why I followed you here. I'm sorry, but I really did have the best intentions," the lion apologized.
"It's...it's okay," the mouse said. "I just I was just kinda freaked out that Dr. Kirkpatrick sent a spy after me or something. He seems really adamant about keep this all a secret."
"Wait, what all is he keeping as a secret?" the lion asked.
"I...I really can't tell, but it involves...this." He gave his belly a light pat.
Evan shrugged his shoulders. "Alright if you say so...uh, I don't think I got your name."
The mouse stuck out a paw. "It's Jamie."
***
Evan sat at his desk in the reception area of Episteme Labs when Jamie came in as he done for the past two weeks. Like usual, he left the night before looking like his belly was going to pop, and like usual he arrived looking skinny as a stick. But rather than going straight to the elevator as he has always done, Jamie walked right up to Evan's desk.
"Oh, hey Jamie, how are y-"
"Excuse me, sir," he said sternly with a worried expression on his face as he lended his whole body over the desk. "Can you tell me if the elevator is working?" From his paw, a crumpled up piece of paper fell onto Evan's desk. The mouse's eyes briefly darted towards.
"Uh...yeah, it is. Go right in."
Jamie quickly walked over to the elevator, mashed a button, and disappeared inside. Evan snatched up the piece of crumpled paper of his desk and smoothed it out. A message was written on it.
MY MOTEL ROOM TONIGHT AT 10PM PLEAE COME   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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