Cameron and Patrick walked down the path toward the mess hall, already starting to see signs of movement at the camp, especially over by the teen cabins where some of the campers wanted to get an early shower. “Might not be such a bad idea,” Cameron wondered aloud. “These guys can get a little ripe on a hot day.” The longer they walked, the more Cameron felt his new jock self coming out, pushing the nerdy young man he had been into the back of his head. He didn’t exactly enjoy the idea of losing himself so easily, but he assumed (wrongly) that it wouldn’t be hard to snap himself out of it if he needed to.
“Ugh, can you PLEASE stop talking about your balls!?” Patrick piped out, trying to put his fellow counselor’s body out of his mind for one minute. Cameron chuckled, enjoying the sound of the little guy’s voice. It was high, but not exactly squeaky like some mice got. Instead, it was lilting and even, like a flute, and he was sure that the little mouse would make a good singer, if he laid off the smoking.
“Fine, fine,” Cameron said, eyeing his roommate out of the corner of his eye. Despite the fact he was still swimming in a slightly too large uniform, he could tell the mouse had a great ass, perfectly round and with just a bit of wiggle to it as he walked. ‘Looks like he’s got it all in back, to make up for in front,’ Cameron thought to himself. Not knowing what else to do with it, Patrick had pulled his medium-length blue hair back into a loose ponytail, and if it weren’t for the nametag on his shirt Cameron might have a hard time telling Patrick apart from some of the teenage campers.
When they reached the mess hall, Cameron could hear voices inside already, and somehow knew that it was the cooking crew getting everything ready along with the guys on mess hall duty. “Come on, you’ll want to eat a big breakfast before running around with the kids all day,” Cameron said, remembering his promise to Soren to look out for Patrick’s well-being. “Maybe you’ll be able to grow a little bigger if you eat right, huh?”
Patrick ignored the jab about his height. He was used to it, especially from annoying jocks like that ball-brained tanuki… No, what the hell is he thinking? He WAS a jock (big emphasis on ‘was’), not some whiny nerd… However, his thinking was interrupted when he was bumped from behind, knocking his glasses onto the ground. He grumbled and went down to the floor to look for them, feeling around unable to see clearly without them.
“Sorry, little buddy,” Patrick heard a deep rumble from behind him, and he squinted up to see a black-and-white blur standing over him. He quickly found his glasses and threw them back on, only to be greeted by the sight of Zack the zebra looming over him, giving him a good look of the underside of the equine’s massive bulge and making his little mouse dick twitch again in his shorts. Something about being so… tiny and weak around such huge, muscular men just gave him such a rush, a surge of fear and arousal like they could do anything to him and there was nothing he could do about it. He tried to fight off memories of being in high-school locker rooms, desperately trying not get caught peeping at his bigger and more powerful peers…
The new counselors grabbed some food from Rick and Jared, who were manning the counter that morning, then sat down together, with Patrick unconsciously putting himself right next to Cameron. Across the table, Zack said, “So, what’re you guys doing this morning? They’ve got me and my roomie running a hike around the lake. Hope the kiddos can keep up with all this!” He slapped one of his thick legs and laughed uproariously, the loud sound making Patrick feel suddenly skittish...
Patrick was about to say that the only thing they were ‘doing’ was running as far away from this camp once they’d finished breakfast, but Cameron instead said, “Tee-ball game for the junior campers. Soren wanted something nice and easy for my little buddy here.” Cameron smirked and ruffled Patrick’s hair playfully, making the little mouse melt into a puddle of embarrassment. He wanted to snap back that he’d been playing sports since these brats were in diapers, but deep down his new self was telling him it was all true, and that he’d be lucky if he lasted the whole hour running around with those kids in the sun.
“Cameron… A-are you sure…?” Patrick tried to say, the camp’s magic keeping him from expressing himself clearly. “W-we’re not… umm…”
Cameron looked over at Patrick, wondering what the problem was. After they’d gotten dressed for the day, they’d talked about… something. Something important that was worrying Patrick, right?
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it. Just drink lots of water and let me do the heavy lifting, okay?” The big tanuki smiled and put an arm around Patrick, making him feel so tiny and protected that all he could do was nod.
At that moment, Elliot arrived after taking a little longer to make it there, and spotted the little mouse getting all the attention from the two sexy baseball stars. Seeing his chance for a three-way, he grabbed a tray of food and sat down by Zack and Cameron, ignoring Patrick completely, and started putting the moves on Cameron. “So… Have we met? There’s just something about you, handsome…” he started off sauvely, his fuzzy tail waving happily behind him as he looked into Cameron’s eyes, getting a strange sense of familiarity that he couldn't quite place.
Cameron looked at the orange cat giving him a steamy look and got a sense of déjà vu as well, like he was running into someone he’d hooked up with while he was drunk. On one hand, he had to admit that this cat was really good-looking, with smooth, well-maintained fur, big fuzzy ears, and a cute rounded muzzle. On the other hand, something about him was screaming at Cameron that Elliot was no good for him, and that if they hooked up (again?) he’d probably regret it...