The older white mouse with wirey hair adjusted the electrodes on Evan's temple. The second attempt with the body swapping procedure had fail, sending several painful shocks through the lion's body.
"Why do I have to be awake for this?" grumbled Evan. "William gets to be asleep for this. Why can't I?" Feet away, the enormous grey wolf laid anesthetized, his heavy limbs strapped down to the reinforced metal table.
"It's for reasons I have neither the time nor the patience to explain," Dr. Cioran muttered. He indelicately ripped off one of the electrodes, taking a bit of Evan's fur with it. The lion hissed in pain as the doctor reapplied it an inch from it's original site.
After a few minutes of tinkering, Dr. Cioran seemed pleased with his work. "All is better," he spoke as he returned to his station where boxes of knobs and dial sat.
"And what if it do-"
Before Evan could finish the sentence, the mouse had flipped a few switches which sent bolts of electricity surging through the lion's body. Evan shortly lost consciousness as his vision filled with darkness.
***
"Mister William? Sir?"
Evan felt a nudge on his shoulder. Groggily opening his eyes, the first thing he felt was his body, particularly numb and feeling as if several wet blankets covered his frame. When his eyes adjusted, he spotted a youngish Dalmatian standing over him.
"Mister William? Will you be having breakfast in bed today? I'm afraid your food will be cold by the time we transfer you to the dinning room."
Evan immediately remembered the procedure, and the agreement he made with William, and knew the part he had to play. "Oh, uh, yes. Yes, I'll take it in here." It was strange hearing a voice that wasn't his leaving his mouth. But then again, it wasn't his mouth to begin with.
"Alright, sir. We'll bring it it. Give us a minute." The fit Dalmatian, dressed in a velvety maroon jumpsuit, bounded out the door, gently closing it behind him.
Evan went to work examining his new body. He tried to sit up but the immense weight of his belly and chest made it impossible to get up on his own. Lifting up his paw, moving slowly and heavily, the lion-turned-grey-wolf poked and prodded any inch of fat he could reach. "God, it worked..." he muttered as he squeezed a ham-size moob. Soft fat oozed out from his chunky paw.
The bedroom door burst open and the four Dalmatians, all in matching maroon jumpsuits, marched in. Two pushed trolleys loaded with plates of sausages, bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Evan's belly let out a deep roar. He wasn't sure when was the last time this body had any food. Parking the carts next to the bed, the four expertly propped up Evan's gigantic body. The dogs did all the work. All he needed to do was feel his lardy body jiggle and shift around as it was adjusted to an upright position. Evan eyed the food as they worked. At first, he was shocked by the sheer quantity of the meal in front of him. But then he remembered the incredibly fat body he was now in possession of and became intrigued at seeing just how much his colossal belly could hold.
Having propped Evan up, the team of Dalmatians assembled by the tray, each taking a forkful of breakfast in their paw. Lining up, the first Dalmatian held up a fork covered in limp bacon up to Evan's mouth. He felt a little uncomfortable with the situation; Evan had never be fed like this before. But knowing he was supposed to act, and eat, like William, he opened his maw and the servant shoveled the bacon in.
The next Dalmatian stood ready for Evan to devour some sausages. Evan eagerly ate those. The next approached with cheesey eggs. Evan swallowed those with gusto. And soon he was mowing down bite after bite of breakfast, a Dalmatian ready with another forkful the moment he swallowed. For nearly an hour, this process continued uninterrupted except by the occasional burp from Evan.
As his breakfast disappeared into his gut, creaks and groans sounded from Evan's oversized belly. Two of the Dalmatians turned to each other and nodded. One moved to the opposite side of the bed and yanked down the sheet covering Evan's belly, exposing an ocean of grey-furred flab. Before Evan could protest, the two dogs sunk their paws into his stomach and began gently massaging the mass. He groaned, and seconds later a deep belch rumbled out of him.
"Good breakfast today, huh, sir?" asked a Dalmatian. It was the one who woke him up in the morning. Evan recognized the small triangle of black spots on his left cheek. He held up some sausages and Evan ate without question.
For the rest of breakfast, two of the Dalmatians worked on Evan's overfilled belly while two fed him. The pairs would occasionally switch. While all were excellent belly rubbers, the Dalmatian he recognized from the morning seemed to perform his task with a particular kind of skill and enthusiasm.
Evan was on the verge of a food coma when he finished the tens of thousands of calories worth of breakfast food. Without a command, a servant dabbed his mouth and cleaned him a bit, getting grease off of the furred that surrounded his mouth.
"Need a nap, sir?" One of them asked. Evan nodded. Or, he nodded as best he could with the heavy collar of fat around his neck.
The team joined up and spoke amongst themselves for a few moments. One seemed to volunteer himself for something. The other three nodded and exited the room, carts in tow.
The familiar Dalmatian approached the bedside and resumed massaging Evan's blimped-up belly. "Figured I'd help with this, sir, to avoid any indigestion or heart burn."
"...'s good," muttered Evan, drifting off to sleep as paws delicately ran over his new hulking belly.
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