The other night, I finally had a dream in which I was an actual plump anthro, only instead of a fox or wolf, I found myself rather aptly as a meek, timid mouse. Chubby and shy, it was for this reason I was dressed up and set to attend a very lavish nighttime gala in an outdoor garden in this Victorian-era setting. Covertly, I was meant to listen in on and memorize what it was that each wealthy and influential house enjoyed in terms of food and drink, who they socialized with, and gossiped about. The fun catch was that my mouse didn't have nearly enough avoirdupois to mingle with the upper crust without suspicion, so Cinderella-style, I was given a padded out shirt to wear beneath my coat that gave me the impression of looking a good hundred pounds heavier than I actually was.

It was an instant shift into a feeling of the grandest, most luxurious comfort I could remember feeling; as a carriage pulled up to secret me away to this exclusive party, the softness of my coat's crushed velvet paled when I felt over the swell of my belly, and was met with padding as soft as down, but with every bit enough weight and squish to make me look the very part of a very plump gentlemouse. An enhanced belly filled out as full and warm as a pillow strained my vest taut and smooth, rising and falling in believable, swelling motion as I felt over it. It felt like donning a suit of armor, riding into battle.
Any reservations I had melted away into the purple twilight, and as the torches that lined the cobblestone trail to my destination swept past the carriage window, for a belly and shape like mine was sure to give even a mouse just enough "presence" to mingle like I belonged.


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