"Tim...?"
It was Saul's voice, sounding rather up-beat and cheerful. Quickly, his sharp eyes darting around his poor living room, he spied some of his old moving crates still stacked against the far wall. As quickly as he could, Timothy dove for cover, his long tail swishing behind him. It was just in the nick of time! Just as his still-panting body dove behind the crates, Saul came into the house with four or five of the workers. Timothy, while still a dainty fellow, kept his head down and held his breath. His sensitive, vulpine nose picked up the scents of the newcomers as they entered his den ...er... "home".
"Timothy? Should we start in on th' Haversome Mansion shipment?"
Scott, stepping up to loom over Saul, clapped his hand against the thinner man's back. "He's not here, Saul... He probably popped out to McDonalds or somethin'..." Saul nodded, but glanced oddly at the pile of discarded clothing to one side. "Come on, tiny," continued the buff and burly Scott, "let's get workin'..."
Saul nodded, pushing Scott's hand off of his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah... Give the whole 'tiny' thing a rest, Ok?"
Timothy could hear the voices terribly close, now. Still, as new to his sense as he was, they could be clear on the other side of the room, for all he knew. Absently, he fondled himself, feeling his large penis pulse in his hand. He tried to remain as still as he could listening as his workers moved throughout his home, looking for him.
"Look guys," came a new voice -probably Marco's, "let's go out and get started. Tim'll be back from wherever he is soon enough. I bet he'll be happy t' see how much we've gotten done..."
"Yeah," thought Timothy, ruefully, "not a bad idea..."
"Fair enough," came Scott's reply. "Let's go, girls! Time's a wastin'!"
The sounds of footsteps gradually receeded, then, and -after a moment or two of silence, Timothy poked his head out from behind the crates to look around. They'd gone.
His eyes settled on the pile of his clothing and he shook his head. That chest was amazing!
Getting up, he combed his small claws through his cum-matted belly fur and walked over to his latest acquisition. Absently, he groomed himself, feeling just how nice this young, hot, hung body felt. Looking at the chest carefully, he thought over his situation. "If one of these buttons could do *this* to me, what would the others do...?"