FSE

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Opportunities by: Pent Ghelsburg

Disclaimer: All characters in this story and have been created for use within the context of this story. . Additionally, some characters are portrayed as underage and are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real life persons is purely coincidental. Furthermore, there is a prominent micro/macro theme presented within this story. You have been warned.

The human characteristic of want is a strong desire. It dominates the culture of western society and permeates the economics of Capitalism. Some people fall whim to its captivating glow while others are able to at least subdue it enough to not let it dominate their lives. At every stage in a persons life, there is always the battle between want and need. The definition for both is undeniable however the meaning varies from person to person.

Adolescence can often be the most uncertain time in a persons life. It isn't always clear what one wants and often those desires shift on a fairly regular basis. One day they want nothing but some silly video game system and the next...freedom in the form of a vehicle, be it a car or something to that extent. The same could be said of furry society, because as a whole furrydom is internally no different than that of any other member of humanity.

Trevor was a 23-year-old domestic Chipmunk who was at the beginning of his career in IT. He worked for a rather big firm called TEKORP which managed making processing chips for computer companies around the world. However, the young man felt like he had hit a dead end. He didn't exactly have the most lucrative job, and was usually assigned to do office work and various odds and ends that none of the senior staff wanted to do. The Chipmunk didn't have much choice in the matter.

Now while the man wasn't exactly paid a meager amount, nor was he paid an extravagant amount. After all, he was only at the bottom of the totem pole. Many still considered him an intern even though his unpaid work had ended years ago. It drove the man insane and he was eager to be a respected member of his line of work. He decided one day he would look for some extra work on the side. After all, it couldn't hurt to have a little extra cash, right?

The man was a rather modest man of average means and build. Many of his female counterparts considered him quite a catch, though never acted on their thoughts.` Quite lean, most wouldn't have put the rodent as being overly athletic at first glance. His features were fairly normal of a Chipmunk with light brown fur and sprightly short ears adorned over his head. His hair almost matched his fur in tone, however, it was a bit darker. The Chipmunks eyes were a light green which offered a nice contrast to his otherwise dark complexion.

One day while he had free time, Trevor got a call from one of his co-workers. Surprisingly it wasn't his boss as he expected, rather it was one of the women who worked in the office. The woman was an older squirrel whom the man worked with frequently.

"Hiya, Mani. How are you doing, bub?" His coworker asked calmly over the phone.

"Fine, Helga. What's up? Something going on at the office?" Trevor suspected something was up.

"Oh, nothing. I just heard through the grapevine that you were looking for extra work. Is that true?' Helga asked sounding like she was concerned he was leaving.

Helga was one of those women who often eyed the Chipmunk in the office. She thought he was eye candy and often took advantage of being in close proximity to him.

"Yeah, I'm not leaving the office though. It's just for some extra cash." Trevor wanted to reassure her as quickly as possible so a rumor wasn't started.

"Oh, that's good!" The relief in her voice was obvious even through the phone.

"Anyways...I have an offer for you then. I need a sitter." Helga got straight to the point.

Trevor considered the notion for a moment. He had babysat before but it had been a few years since he had watched a kid. Though the idea of it didn't seem to distasteful to him since he found himself rather fond of kids. He just wanted to make sure it wasn't actually a baby, since he could do without all the diapers and related products. They disgusted him.

"How old is the kid?" Trevor asked trying to sound confident over the phone and not deter her offer.

"She's 9. Her name is Erika. I need someone to watch her on Friday. I looked at the schedule and saw you were off. Would you be interested?" Helga thought this was a perfect idea to get a double dose of her favorite eye candy.

"Oh sure, I don't see why not. How much?" The Chipmunk asked making sure the pay was consumerable with what he was expecting.

"Hmm, well...I was thinking what I paid my usual sitter? Which is usually about 25 an hour but if she likes you and you do well, I will give you a bonus. Sound good?" Helga was rather frugal with her sitter

"That sounds great. Count me in." The man responded gladly he didn't actually have to look for a side job.

"Fantastic. You can pick up the extra set of keys tomorrow at work. If it works out you can replace my old sitter."

"Alright, see you tomorrow then." The Chipmunk hung up the phone, seeming excited about the prospect.

It had been a while since he had taken care of a kid, but he assumed he could manage the fact. At least she wasn't terribly young either. He would have to look up some interesting things to do since he wasn't entirely sure what girls these days were into. Not to mention the last time he babysat, it was a boy. Trevor spent the rest of the day researching the matter making sure he would at least be semi-prepared for the ordeal.

The next day came soon enough as the alarm went off like normal. Trevor arrived at work and was greeted by Helga who was waiting for him, as usual. The woman was quite taken with him and Trevor knew it.

"Hiya, Mani. Thanks for taking the job." The smaller squirrel woman took out a single key from her pocket and handed it to him.

"No problem. I need the extra money for a new appliance. The oven is on the fritz again." Trevor responded seeming a little irritated at the lack of ability of his oven to heat food properly.

"Oh wow, that's unfortunate. Well, I tell you what. I'll buy you a new one if you go on a date with me this Saturday." The woman seemed rather desperate for company.

"That's really nice of you...I will gladly accept your offer." The Chipmunk wasn't about to turn down a free meal ticket.

Trevor had heard she was wealthy but had no idea just how much. This simple gesture showed just how easily she frittered away her cash.

"Great then it's a date." Helga blushed a bit before giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek.

"Alright well let's get to work before we get in trouble." Trevor realized he was much more disposable than she was and couldn't afford to be caught slacking.

The rest of the day went like normal. The newly bonded friendship seemed to flourish. The squirrel treated the Chipmunk to lunch and they enjoyed themselves. While not quite romantic the gesture was friendly enough for Trevor to be grateful. Once the day was over they hugged and parted for the day. Trevor couldn't help but think she had hired him just to get closer to him. At least they would have some time away tomorrow so he could think about it.

Sure enough, the next day came like clockwork. The alarm was set as normal as he would need to arrive before his friend had departed. Helga had already texted him the address so all he needed to do was map the directions to the women's home. Trevor could at the very least dress somewhat casually but decided to keep it semi-formal at least until this became more of a routine for him. Technically this didn't quite qualify as first impressions, but the Chipmunk figured it could qualify for it.

Trevor decided to bring a bag of things to use with the girl. After all, he had researched stuff to occupy her with, he just had to hope it worked. The man made his way to her house using his car. It was a fairly meager travel but with traffic, it was longer than it should have been. However, the man made it before the time he was supposed to arrive. At 7:50 he was at the door. Of course, Helga was the one who greeted him but this time she wasn't alone.

"This is Erika, my daughter. Say hello, honey." The older woman pushed her child to the front.

"Hello...my name is Erika but you can call me Erik if you like..." The little girl certainly didn't look like one.

The Chipmunk looked over the youngster. She certainly looked small enough to be her age but was hardly wearing what one would call "girlish" garments. Some beat up jeans and a baseball jersey that was somewhat dusty as it had been used recently. It seemed to Trevor that she was a tomboy. Maybe he didn't have to go through with all that extra research, he thought to himself.

"Hiya, I'm Trevor but you can call me Mani." The Rodent kneeled down to greet the small girl.

"Great. Now can I go back to playing ball, Mum?" The girl didn't seem that interested in her sitter.

"If Mani is alright with it that's fine. I need to go to work. You two have fun and try to stay out of trouble." The older squirrel quickly hugged her daughter then followed with a cheek kiss for Trevor before being on her way.

Trevor watched as the younger squirrel wasted no time with him and instead went about carrying on what she was doing before.

The Chipmunk stored his bag inside of the home before following her out to the front yard. The girl had a mitt and baseball and was throwing it to herself a few times before chucking it at the garage. In front of the garage was a large old bed mattress which she was using to prevent damage to the home itself. At least she was being careful not to be a vandal, he thought to himself.

"You want to play catch?" Trevor asked feeling like he could manage even didn't have a mitt himself.

"What? You want to play ball with me?" Erika didn't even look at him and continued throwing the ball at a blistering pace towards the mattress.

"Sure. I've played some ball in my day." In truth, it had been years since the Chipmunk had ever touched a baseball but he decided to play along anyway.

She handed a ball to him and stepped over allowing him to imitate the same motion she had been repeating throughout the day.

Trevor picked up the ball from her and attempted to throw it. It was a rather feeble attempt in comparison to what the 9-year-old had just done. Though he hit the target, the speed at which the ball was thrown was hardly admirable.

"Heh you need work, rodent-boy." The squirrel chuckled at him clearly amused.

"It's been a while. Did you want to play catch?" The Rodent tried to suggest something a little less competitive.

"Sure, I guess. I have an extra mitt my dad uses that you can borrow." The cub went over to a nearby storage box before pulling out a larger mitt for her sitter.

"Here you go." She handed him the mitt before he tried it on.

Trevor found it fit a little loosely but figured it was better than nothing. The cub went into a position so that they were opposite of each other.

Erika was quite competitive and not in a particularly playful mood. She hated being babysat and was already quite bitter about the ordeal. However, this was the first time someone other than her parents had tried to satisfy her interests. Still, that didn't placate her desire to be the domineering one and went about throwing the ball with all her might. The ball beamed quickly before pelting Trevor on the shoulder.

"Woah, wow. You need to chill out little lady!" The Chipmunk grabbed his shoulder and writhed in pain.

"You're the one who wanted to play with me." The squirrel pouted seemingly disappointed in her elder.

"That doesn't mean you need to try to hurt me." Trevor suspected foul play.

"Oh stop being a baby. Your an adult for crying out loud." Erika's response was combative and dismissive.

"What...? I was just trying to have fun with you. Stop being so stuck up." The man seemed offended by her words.

"Whatever. Leave me alone." The girl brought herself over to the Chipmunk not caring about him and picking up the ball to continue her exercise.

Trevor rolled his eyes and decided to let it go. What a little brat, he thought to himself. Best to just let her be, he supposed. Meanwhile, he needed to ice his shoulder as it was throbbing in pain. The man headed inside to nurse his wounds, holding it in order to decrease the throbbing. Once he was inside he made his way to the kitchen. Grabbing a bag of ice, the Chipmunk took a load off and just wanted to avoid the girl at all costs.

After the pain had died down, the Chipmunk decided to be the mature man he was and make the girl a drink. But he decided to make it interesting and add his own special ingredient. He had brought some stuff from home that was supposed to be a sleeping aid. Valerian didn't usually work for him but maybe it would bring the girl down to earth he thought. If nothing else at least she would settle down for the night. It had been several hours and he assumed she had worked up a thirst.

Once he had mixed the drink, he made his way outside. By this time the pain in shoulder had dissipated and Trevor wasn't as irritated at her. Back outside, the Chipmunk could see she was still at it. Though her form had not beleaguer it was clear she looked tired. Sure enough, she was pretty sweaty at this point and her fur was a matted mess. Her form was suffering, though she seemed well enough to force herself to continue training herself.

"I'm back, Erika. Just thought you might like a drink for all your hard work." The man approached her with a calm demeanor.

"What's into you?" The squirrel girl suspected some sort of mischief wondering why he was being nice again.

"Nothing...you can have the drink or not. I don't really care. Just be aware lunch is soon and either you're going to come inside or I'll call your mother." Trevor could only hope she actually listened to her parents.

"Erm...you don't have to do that. I'll come inside in a few more minutes." Erika became more subdued once the mention of her mother was made.

"That's what I thought. Now drink up so you don't pass out from dehydration." The Chipmunk handed her the glass once he was in reach of her.

"Don't push your luck, rodent-boy." The squirrel had a scowl on her face still feeling rather confident that she was in control.

Trevor rolled his eyes and said nothing as the girl snatched the glass from him. Fortunately for him, she was thirsty enough to comply. Within seconds the entirety of the drink was gone. Now all the man could hope for was that the sedatives would work on someone that young. He hadn't put but one pill inside, he had to be careful because of her age. He didn't want to seem like he had drugged her even know essentially that is what he'd done. Besides, it was mild at best and in low doses, it was even more unreliable.

"Alright. I'll go make lunch. What do you want?" The Chipmunk tried his best to remain calm and collected but it was difficult with this unruly girl.

"Whatever." The girl's answer was short and sweet as obviously, she didn't care.

"Dog food it is then." Trevor decided to be cheeky and see if that ruffled her fur at all.

"...Hotdogs are fine." Erika's delayed answer showed she at least thought he was serious.

"Great. I'll call you in when they are ready." The man retired to the inside of the home not looking back to see what she was doing.

The Chipmunk sighed dejectedly as he returned. This babysitting job was becoming less and less worth it for him. He was beginning to regret taking it and question if he should pursue continuing it, should the mother have picked him again. Regardless he had to push through it as he wanted to remain professional. After all hew as the adult in the situation and he thought he was in control of the situation. Once he returned to the kitchen, he went about looking for hot dogs.

Sure enough, there were some frozen sausages in the freezer. Trevor figured these would have to do since there wasn't an actual hot dog material to work with. But with some buns, condiments, and toppings to add on to the meat, it should work for what he was doing. The side of the package showed no directions on how long or at what temperature to cook it at. So a quick look on his phone showed that 200 degrees Celsius for 20-30 minutes would do. The Chipmunk wasn't exactly keen on meat and decided to make himself a salad instead.

But this is what the kid wanted. He wondered if she cared what he hate or not. Trevor assumed it wasn't important and put the sausage on a pan in the oven before turning the temperature on to heat up. 25 minutes seemed like a nice medium to work with. While he waited for it to cook, the Chipmunk busied himself making a salad. Lucky for him, there was enough lettuce in the fridge for him to work with. Just enough for a single meal, there was even a carrot he began to nibble at in order to burn some time while he waited on the more involved food.

25 minutes came and past. Trevor pulled out the sausage from the oven as some heat billowed from it. It seemed cooked enough. Now all that was left was to put toppings on the side and leave the condiments on the table for Erika to pick from. The man poked his head back outside.

"Alright, Erika, food is ready." Trevor made a fairly loud shout beckoning to the child.

Surprisingly the squirrel skittered inside without any hesitation at all. Trevor watched as she beamed inside as she had been shot out a cannon.

The squirrel was a sweaty mess. Her fur was completely matted down and her entire body was completely drenched in sweat. Trevor decided to keep his distance, lest she had a body odor that came after her intense play session.

"This isn't a hotdog..." The color and scent of the meat gave away the substitution easily.

"This is all your mother had in the freezer. Take it or leave it." The Chipmunk tried to remain firm.

Sure enough, the girl gave in. Her hunger was overwhelming, it was as if she hadn't eaten all day. Trevor joined her at the table. She, of course, paid him no attention.

Occasionally the man looked over at her. Something seemed off about her. Her clothing seemed...tighter than it did before. Maybe it was because it was clinging to her body from all the sweat. Trevor could have assumed the girl's jersey was formerly loose fitting. Now it was not so much the case. Eventually, the girl caught glimpse of him staring.

"What's the problem? What're you staring at bucko?" She had already devoured her meal and it no longer had her attention.

"Erm...nothing. Shouldn't you take a shower?" The Chipmunk diverted his eyes back down as to not further incite her anger.

"Maybe. I'll do what I want." Erika didn't like to be told what to do, by her parents or by anyone else for that matter.

"Heh, you're not tired yet or even sore?" Trevor assumed she had to be a little tired.

"Nope, I plan to go back outside." Erika finished drowning her meal with the drink she had been given.

"Your pretty red though...maybe it's best you take it easy." The girl's body seemed worn from the excessive heat outdoors.

"Yeah, so what?" The squirrel didn't understand the risk of heat stroke.

Just then Trevor got an idea. What if he coaxed her into staying indoors. Would she stay inside then? Perhaps even take a shower? She most certainly needed it.

The Chipmunk picked himself up from the table and brought himself over to the other side where the squirrel was sitting. The cub watched him with interest, though didn't go about in stopping him. Trevor positioned himself behind her.

"Would you like if I gave you a massage?" Trevor asked rhetorically as he was intent on doing it anyway.

"No..." The girl didn't even want him to touch her.

"Just relax." Trevor had done enough massages before to know how to make her melt.

"Stop..." The cub fidgeted a bit as she tried not to be aggressive about it.

"Why? You're so tight and stressed." The man figured she could use some therapeutic attention.

"No!" The squirrel quickly snapped back and grabbed him by the wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

The man knew when enough was enough and quickly stopped what he was doing. It was clear the girl wasn't comfortable with it.

Erika stood up on the chair looking back at him from above.

"Now, little man. You're going to do as I say or I'm going to tell my Mom on you." The squirrel loomed in front of him.

Trevor looked up at her biting his lips. Being subjected to bigger women was something he was into and despite her not knowing it, she was playing into his vice.

"Erm, yes mam..." The Chipmunk responded sounding strangely subdued as she fixed her paw on his head.

"Good boy." The squirrel jumped off the chair and landed square on her paws.

The second she did so, the button on the front of her pants popped off and the back of her trousers tore a small tear.

"What the..?" The girl looked down at the flaps of her pants as it flung open.

Erika began to ponder what had happened. The pants were one of her favorites and she often used them to play ball. Maybe this meant she could finally get a real pair of baseball stockings that matched her favorite team jersey.

Looking down even her chest seemed tight. The jersey was bought largely for her so she could grow into it. But just earlier in the day, it had been fairly loose on her. Now it was getting close to busting at the seems. Was she getting bigger or just imagining things. Maybe she was delusional from all the heat. Perhaps the Chipmunk was right. She was beginning to come around.

"I guess your right...I'm not feeling too well." Erika was a little sore, to be honest and fighting some spells of dizziness.

"Heh, that a girl. You want to take a shower then?" Trevor felt like he had won a small victory.

"That sounds good...maybe it will clear my head." The cub decided she could use a cold shower, finally coming to see reason.

Erika showed herself out. Trevor could see something was bothering her. He considered calling the mother but figured it would be best to wait and see what happens. The man didn't see it as an emergency quite yet. The squirrel retired to her room to shower. It was true she was a hot and sweaty mess. It was still pretty early in the day but she didn't feel well enough to continue her exercises. She returned to her room so that she could fetch some fresh clothing.

The Chipmunk in the meanwhile busied himself cleaning up the mess from lunch as he didn't want to leave anything unfinished for his friend. Besides there wasn't that much to clean anyways since he had opted to use paper plates and plastic utensils. Trevor continued to nibble on the carrot, finally finishing it and completing his own meal. It seemed he was a much slower eater than the youngster.

Unlike most girls, Erika didn't spend incredibly long in the shower. However, it was longer than she normally did. She enjoyed the warmth against her fur and it made some of her muscles relax. It was bringing her more relief to her otherwise sore form. After about 10 minutes she decided she had enough of the ordeal and showed herself out of the stall. She was still a little sore but all the hot water was making her skin prune.

Once she had exited, she sighed. She felt a little bit better, though still a little dizzy. Erika spent some time drying herself so that she didn't drip all over the floor. This was always a more tedious task than she would like. But she didn't want to make a mess, because she knew her mother would yell at her. The squirrel didn't think much of it and after a minute, she finished. Now she just needed to dress.

She had brought in some casual wear, stuff that she used to lounge around in the house in. As she tried to put on the shirt she noticed that it too was now tight on her. After a frustrating battle with getting it over her body, she decided she would need to wear a bed shirt. Her mother had given her some oversized clothing to use for sleep. At least that would do...she thought to herself. Still naked, she returned to her room throwing the now to small clothing on the floor without a second thought.

Rifling through her drawer for a bed shirt was simple enough. They were all on the top drawer. The strange thing about it though was that she could just see over the top of the bureau. Before it was bigger than she was. What was going on? Pinching herself she wanted to make sure it wasn't a dream. Of course, it wasn't. She was very much awake. Finding a suitable shirt, she put it over her body. Now she just needed to find some underwear.

But if nothing else fit, why would that? She decided to go commando, something she hadn't done before. It was dawning upon her that something was up...was she really getting bigger? She needed one more clue to be sure. Stepping over to the side of the room, she looked at her height chart. Sure enough, she could see the last mark and it was visibly below her line of sight. She didn't even need to measure itself. It was certain...she was growing.

The date on the wall wasn't that long ago either...What did it all mean though and why so sudden? A hundred thoughts ran through her head at once. She had to figure out why she was getting bigger. Frankly, it felt good...and she wanted to take advantage of it. Heck..if something was causing it maybe she could take advantage of it. She began to ponder the possibilities as a smirk came across her face. If only she knew how...