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Outgrowing your clothes Pt 16
🕑 Added 2023-11-11 19:10:54 +0000 UTC“You old bastard. It’s almost January 1st and you STILL haven’t made a decision? Preposterous!”
Victor looked angrily at the email before him from Arnold, one which indicated that the peacock was still thinking about who would get the promotion. It was December 28th and the bird was supposed to leave on January 5th. Apparently, he really wanted his last major decision to drag out.
“This isn’t too hard”, Victor said while taking a sip of his coffee. “You’ve had months, MONTHS to make up your mind. I’m the most qualified, and DEFINITELY more qualified than that rat, Martin Dunham.”
Martin was literally a rat, but even if he wasn’t, Victor would have called him that regardless. The diminutive rodent really was a good person, but because he stood in Victor’s way, the horse hated him. There was some truth in the statement though, Victor had been the assistant to Arnold for over four years and Martin had only gotten the job in March, not even a full year. The irony was, had Victor said he wanted to keep Martin on in his current position, he’d have gotten the job. He, however, had made it patently clear that if he got the promotion, changes were coming. That was something the higher ups and Arnold did not want to go forward with. So, the horse now had to hold his breath, hoping he got the job.
Usually, this meant he’d have gone out to the buildings gym for a little workout, but he hadn’t visited it in over a month. He just didn’t want to venture down there for some reason, thinking he might lose it on someone for the silliest of reasons. He was very high strung lately, all because he couldn’t lock down this job, even though it should have been his and he had even gone to that stupid Halloween party.
It had been two months since he had purchased those clothes and he now was wearing them to bed practically every night and sometimes wearing them throughout the next day, as long as he didn’t have to leave the apartment or take a Zoom call. They were just so darn comfortable and always seemed warm and inviting, even when he had them in an area of the apartment that shouldn’t have been that warm. He didn’t understand how it was possible, but, with the weather getting colder, he wasn’t going to complain.
He also didn’t seem to mind that much as he got a bit of crumbs on his shirt. The shirt was already stained, so bits of food wouldn’t really affect it too much. At least, that was his logic. The once proper and clean fur had slacked a bit lately, finding himself lacking some energy to go through his usual routines. The clothes provided some sense of security, which he needed. Waiting for a promotion was hell.
It was doing his nerves no favors. It was, however, providing his stomach and appetite with plenty of opportunities to fill the void that not getting the promotion was creating. This was apparent as the horse put the coffee down and grabbed a donut from the box that were next to his laptop. They had only been opened that morning, but he was already on his fourth. They were simple plain donuts, but even that was something the horse would have never consumed prior to entering the thrift store.
The same could be said for his fridge, which, while still had some health foods in it, they were mostly holdovers from prior purchases and not recent treks outside. Victor found it growing harder to think about healthy recipes, so he would usually just make a sandwich or call out, knowing that was easier.
These small things wouldn’t really alert the normal person to something being wrong, but, if Victor had been paying attention, he’d be worried. Especially if he saw that his boxers were a bit snug in both the waist and rear area, not to mention that his dick was bulging just slightly more than it usually did.
For now, the high society fur was just going with the flow, wherever it took him.
