I don’t want to scare the poor thing after all… Plus I have a feeling if I come on too strong he wouldn’t like that anyway… Still…

The following week she caught the fox in the break room, reaching up on a higher shelf to grab a bowl. She padded past him, bumping into him in a friendly manner and reaching up next to him to help him acquire the bowl.

She had expected to feel the stiffness of his thighs and perhaps the firm softness of his buttocks as she bumped closely against him. But instead she felt a distinct squish of some sort of material that was on top of his behind.

What on earth was that? What is he smuggling mashed potatoes into his pants or something? And why did his underwear feel so thick… Does he get cold down there easily or something? It’s not even that cold in here…