Idolization
He was sweating, the otter firmly grasping his ticket in his clammy paws, leg bouncing as he sits and waits to be called over by the receptionist; the petite rabbit typing away at her desk, sipping a mug of something emanating steam. Trevor looks around, exploring the grandiose environment of the VIP lounge, it's dark red walls; brass, glossy sconces; and an array of artwork lining the room, from historic posters of previous team players to big glass cases containing the sports gear of the former Boulder Bears champions. He was sitting on a rather comfortable brown leather couch, adjacent to the coffee table he rested his soda on; the drink seeming rather unfitting for such an esteemed-looking environment. He looks out the large glass window beside him overlooking the centre of the stadium, the crowd beginning to slowly snake out from the stands; his home team starting to exit the field after a decent victory against the Fire Hawks. Trevor spots him walking through the archway, the grizzly bear still looking pretty huge despite hundreds of feet of distance. They high-five one of their teammates, flashing them a smile before exiting alone, quite quickly as if he has somewhere to get to.
The otter's heart pounds, feeling quite bashful watching him. He rubs the back of his neck, it too moist with sweat, which he attempts to remove with the collar of his team shirt. God Dammit - wish I'd brought another shirt with me, he thought. He sips his soda, pondering if any more caffeine was a good idea right now, but instinctively gulps down more of the liquid out of thirst. Annoyingly, the water cooler next to the desk was empty.
"Mr. Peters - Trevor?"
The otter looks up to see the rabbit staring at him, her phone held in her hand.
"Oh, uh, yes, that's me!" he laughs nervously, darting up from the couch and approaching the desk. He opens his paw, the ticket slightly damp in his paws, showing the rabbit the winning seat number, and she looks at it with a professionally-hidden look of revulsion.
"Sorry for the wait, Mr. Peters, but the manager is here to see you now - just walk through that door on your right," she says, gesturing to the oak entryway with a smile.
"Great, thank you... Jess," Trevor says, attempting to read her nametag. She smiles with slight surprise, perhaps not used to politeness from her typical customers, and gives him a wink. "Have a good one, Trevor."
The otter quickly grabs his soda from the table, slurping the rest down and dropping it in the trash can as he opens the door slowly, peeking through; finding the Boulder Bears manager signing some sort of document on his wide desk. The bull looks up, giving Trevor a friendly grin as he stands; the bovine pretty huge, his muscles accentuated in the tight-fitting suit of his, the man close to a foot taller than the 5"10 otter.
"Ah, welcome, Mr. Peters!" the bovine says, approaching the otter with his arm outstretched, Trevor quickly latching on in an unfortunately moist handshake which the bull politely avoids reacting to. "Please, take a seat - would you like a coffee, or tea?"
The otter complies, settling into the black armchair opposite. "Just had a soda - but, thank you, sir! It's such an honor to meet you; you've done so much for our team, and I can't express my gratitude enough."
The bull's gray, bristly mouth creases in a smile, and he nods. He had been manager for quite some time, seeing them through quite a few winning seasons, and still looking pretty good for his age; the salt and pepper streaks in his slicked-back tuft of hair a giveaway.
"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Peters. Congratulations on the winning seat; you seem pretty bewildered by it!"
The otter exhales and laughs, "Hah, yeah, honestly... I'm just such a big fan of the Bears; this is honestly a dream come true for me!" Trevor can't contain his smile, feeling his tail waggle behind him.
He had been a fan as a kid, never wavering his support. Though, a particular player's appearance in his late teens caught his eye - funnily enough, one of the bears of the team; Bruce. Big guy didn't cut it; the bear was nearing seven feet in height, with a body built for football; beefy arms and legs, his uniform always hugging them too tight. But there was a certain section of his body that always drew Trevor's attention; his thick stomach. The otter was himself pretty chubby, but his belly didn't stick out like Bruce's did, and it really stood out when he crouched or sat down. Trevor liked that. He would imagine how it looked up close; its texture, its shape, it's... capacity, he thought. The bear was a big guy, with big jaws to match. He used to imagine himself being swallowed by the bear; their thick throat muscles shoving them down into that huge belly, making it squirm and writhe with him inside. He admitted to himself that it was still something he thought about, at times.
"A loyal fan! Much to admire, there," the bull responds, bringing the otter back into the room; offering him a thumbs up. "Anyway, I don't want to keep you away from your prize much longer! Have you decided who you'll meet today?"
The bear was all he'd thought about when his seat number had been called out. "Y-yes, absolutely! Bruce, please."
"Ahh, one of our finest quarterbacks! Excellent choice, Mr. Peters. I'll let my assistant, Jess, know your choice." He dials the front desk's number, and soon a fuzzy voice is heard.
"Yes, Mr. Scott?"
The bull responds, "Mr. Peters would like to see Bruce; can you let Claire know?"
"You got it."
He ends the call, and smiles at the otter. "Shouldn't be too long now."
Trevor nods, smiling with immense gratitude. He paws are clenched together, bobbing up and down on his leg as he anticipates meeting with his idol. The manager clearly notices this, attempting to distract him in some chatter to pass the time, getting up and approaching the otter, putting a large paw on his shoulder.
"I understand your apprehension, my friend; it's not often we get to meet one of our celebrities, is it? Now, you've chosen a rather interesting choice I must admit, though I don't suggest such to be condescending to him - on the contrary, he has a unique personality - though, the man likes his solitude. A very friendly fellow, but at times not super engaged with conversation, if that makes sense - perhaps it's a bear thing!" The bull laughs, giving the otter a playful pat on the shoulder, though settles when he sees the otter's lack of reciprocation. "Ahem - sorry, I've been warned against generalizations."
The otter nods, awkwardly smiling. Though, he was intrigued by this insight to Bruce, and while he didn't want to be nosey, he was definitely curious. "... Do - do you think he'd be OK with the visit? I can always choose someone else," he says, though truly hoping for the opposite.
"Nonsense; I'm sure he'd appreciate such a dedicated fan! He's a polite fellow, for sure - just doesn't often hang with the other Bears, after games and whatnot... I guess the man likes his own company, and I respect the heck out of that!"
Trevor felt a little uneasy, listening to the odd dissimilarity between some of what the bull was saying against others; almost as if he were trying to paint another picture of the bear. It wasn't entirely unexpected by the otter: Bruce didn't go for the spotlight, despite being on a well-known team. Come to think of it, he wasn't often in media interviews. But, that's his choice, right?
The bull clears his throat, "Anyway, what matters is that you have a good time, Mr. Peters! And I'm sure-"
There was a knock on the door, the bull turning to see Jess' petite form enter the office. "Pardon the interruption, Mr. Scott, but Bruce is ready for Mr. Peters, now."
Trevor fails to resist blushing at the underlying connotation that sentence could have, coughing. Jess seems to catch this where the bull didn't, badly suppressing a grin as she looks back out of the doorway. He gets up, holding out a large paw to Mr. Scott who gives the otter a firm handshake in response.
"I appreciate your support for the Bears once more, Mr. Peters; and was nice meeting you. I hope to hear a good tale from Bruce, when and if I catch him!" The bull walks him to the door, smiling as he gives him a pat on the shoulder before they leave.
"A pleasure, Sir. I appreciate the incredible direction you've provided our team," the otter responds, sharing a smile as he leaves the office, the door closing behind him. He spots Jess back at her desk, approaching and thanking her. She explains to the otter where he needed to go; down to the bottom-level stands by the field, and then walk through the big archway. Bruce would be waiting there. It sent the otter's heart pounding in a nerves/crush combo, and he thinks the rabbit knew from his distracted gaze.
She winks. "Go get 'em."
The otter turns away as his face grows red. He takes another look back at the empty, humongous green field, exhaling nervously he exists the prestigious lounge.
Trevor was so caught up in the thoughts running through the mind, walking down to the field was a bit of a blur. It was really odd seeing the stadium so empty and at night, and the glaring lights cast over the stands made it appear even bigger. He exhales nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks across the green to the big archway. It was dimly lit, but he saw him. Bruce. His heart begins to pound again. Christ, Trevor, chill the fuck out, he thinks. He soon begins the awkward walk round the big field, resisting the urge to look down at his feet; trying to act as casual as he could. How one acts casually in front of a crush, never met before, seems quite difficult unless one has mastered the ability to keep it cool in social situations. Trevor hadn't. He could feel himself becoming a little lightheaded as he turns at the left corner, his breathing starting to get a little heavier, and before he can look away he spots the large, uniformed bear emerge in the distance, his burly arms crossed; the brown-yellow compression shirt hugging his muscles... and stomach, tightly.
The otter gasps under his breath, his heart palpitating quickly. Holy fuck, he thought. Holy fuck, it's him. Holy- Trevor disengages from his mind as he finally encounters Bruce. He was big. Bigger than the otter had imagined; furry, brown limbs looking almost twice as thick as his own. Broad shouldered, the bear looms over him in height and size, certainly more than a foot taller than the otter. But Trevor was certainly enticed by another aspect the bear possessed; the rotund ball of a stomach encased in the tight shirt, a small tuft of brown fur seen poking out the bottom.
Trevor was almost overwhelmed, and it was clearly visible on his features. The otter raises his paw slowly, shakily; the bear eyeing him with some confusion before he smiles pleasantly, taking the paw in his huge claws and giving it a blatantly strong handshake.
"Nice to meet ya, Trevor," he says, his tone of voice deep, Southern, and rough. He removes the firm grip on the paw which seems to remain hanging there. His paws! The otter's mind yells as he gazes at it. I felt his paws, oh my god!
Bruce stares briefly at this, looking back up at the otter. Trevor was suddenly aware of his floating paw, and quickly jolts it down to his side. "Uh... " he responds, the otter looking up at the bear, feeling his face begin to grow hot. Nope - nope, don't. "Y-yes! Likewise, Sir - I mean, Bruce! I mean-"
The bear cracks a sympathetic smile, bringing his claw to the otter's shoulder and resting it atop. His accent was a lot thicker than he'd expected, though calm and soothing; "Heh, no worries kid; tend to go by Bruce. Whatever floats yer boat, though. And ah, yall don't need worry about being nervous - used to get like it a lot. Playing in front of these crowds gets ya used to it, I guess."
It was comforting, at least, though his heart still pounded in his chest - he could the sweat chill on his back from a gentle breeze. "Heh, yeah, kinda an issue for me still... working on it!" he responds, smiling lightly. They stand there briefly, lost at what to say, before the bear says, "So, I'm told we got a few hours! Uh, I gotta get changed and stuff - Claire, who'd a thought, told me just before I got ready to come meet ya, so lemme go get ready if that's alright with ya?"
Trevor's mind flashes a vision of the bear's belly being revealed, but forces it from his thought, feeling a certain sensation emerging. "Y-yeah, totally! Heh, I just wish I'd got extra clothes with me, as I'm sweating like hell," he laughs, rubbing his moist neck. Bruce looks at him nonchalantly, responding, "I mean, come shower with me, if yall'd like."
The otter feels the fur on his back stand up, and suddenly gets quite dizzy. His mind explodes: Holy shit - holy shit, what? Why would he ask that? Wait - is he... is he gay? Holy shit, if he's gay I'm gonna-
The bear looks at the otter's surprised expression with confusion, but soon realizes the suggestive nature and laughs aloud. "Naw, not like that! We'll both take a shower, ya know? What ya, think I'm gay or something?" he laughs.
Trevor felt the pounding in his chest slow, and he looks away from the bear a little startled. Surely not. No way. Bruce can't actually be homophobic... can he? He could feel his heart sink as he considers it more. Why else would he say something like that?
Bruce notices this sudden change in attitude, scanning the otters face, noticing something off. "Uh, y'all OK?"
Trevor nods softly, actually finding it hard to look back at the bear. It just seemed off; not in his expected character. But, considering it further, he reflects back on his brother's response to him being gay. He considered Ben a good person, and kind to people; an older brother he looked up to, in fact. But that whole situation changed the dynamic between them forever, and what made it worse was that he didn't expect that from him. He didn't want the same to happen again; not with someone else he cared so much about - not to have to hide it around them because it made them feel uneasy. He looks back at the bear, flashing a smile. "Uh, yeah, man; totally."
The bear seems offset from the sudden change in the atmosphere, coughing awkwardly but forcing a smile as he scratches the back of his neck with a huge paw. "Uh... cool! Yeah, uh, if ya just follow me, we'll go get ready. I'll get ya somethin' to wear, if you wanna wash yer clothes - we got some washing machines, stuff like that." He turns round and walks towards the archway, disappearing out of sight, as he'd done after the game - like he had somewhere to go.
The otter looks back at the field, scanning the huge bowl, feeling a lump grow in his throat as he starts to tags along slowly. He sighs. Shit.
It was a huge locker room; very spacious, though the otter presumed that was necessary with the amount of big guys barging through, getting ready for the match. It was less musky than he'd expected, though perhaps it was well ventilated. They get to one of the locker rows, and the bear unlocks one of the doors, fishing out a huge black shirt and shorts, as well as a big bear of briefs. He hangs them over his arm, grabbing a large orange laundry bag from the bottom and plonking it on the wooden bench beside him. The bear is about to lift his shirt, his fuzzy stomach briefly appearing, but as he looks at the otter he recalls the clothes he promised. "Oh, scuse me - lemme go get em for ya," he says, disappearing round the corner.
Trevor stands there awkwardly, unsure what to do. He considers getting his clothes off ready, but would that startle Bruce? He had the impression the bear knew he was gay from the way he'd reacted to his shower question, so would he take it badly and freak out and think he was coming onto him? He considered if he was overthinking it all, but the otter had experienced similar reactions from people finding out about his sexuality before. He accepted himself wholeheartedly, but others hadn't. He didn't want someone he cared about to react the same way, even if that idolization and caring was starting to waver. Why does it have to be so awkward?
Soon, he hears the bear return with heavy footsteps, appearing with some spare gym clothes and a Boulder Bears towel; seemingly his own, for they were a similar size to his shirt. "Heh, only got my own spares, I'm afraid; though, yall not too small anyway, so perhaps it'll do." He hands it over, the otter taking it and nodding with a smile. Bruce eyes the otter, responding with a weak smile of his own. He turns to his laundry bag, scratching the back of his neck with a sigh, opening it up for the otter. "Just put yer clothes in there, and I'll go put 'em in the machine after," he says, handing it to Trevor. The bear looks at him, rubbing the back of his neck again. There seems to be something on his mind, for his expression suggests he wants to say something, but he seems to let it slide. "Uh... guess I'll meet ya in the shower, then?"
Trevor nods, "Y-yeah, see ya soon."
Bruce nods, forcing another smile before turning past the row of lockers once more, heavy footsteps going off into the distance. Trevor leans against the locker and sighs, looking down at the orange bag. He wonders, was this what Mr. Scott had referred to when he said Bruce didn't often hang out with the Bears after games? Was one of his team members gay, and so didn't get changed with the team just in case one of them looked at him? Maybe he was reluctant to have even offered the shower now, hence why Bruce was acting so awkward. Perhaps he'd assumed it would just be two heterosexual guys bonding over sport after the match. He was beginning to feel almost angry, and stops himself analyzing the situation before it grew out of control. He made an agreement with himself that he'd reflect on it later. For now, he thinks, let's just get this over with.
After stripping down, towel wrapped around his wide middle, the otter approaches follows the sound of the shower the bear has already started. Soon, he encounters the steam that rose from an open area to his right, following it to find Bruce in the midst of washing the fur atop his head. The bear looks up and spots Trevor, who grips his towel tightly, holding up his paw in a hello as he smiles softly. Bruce smiles back, turning round to face the shower, letting the soap rinse off. The otter hangs up his towel, a little uncomfortable, stepping into the tiled room, feeling the lukewarm water splash at his feet. He takes the shower opposite, resisting the urge to stare, but getting a fair look at what was in his opinion a pretty nice looking butt; rounded, yet toned and muscular. Excellent. He looks across to the bear, blanketed by the steam, watching him stretch upward; big fuzzy muscles bulging as he stretches down his back. The otter blushes, watching his huge body flex, the muscles shifting underneath his brown fur. He can feel himself getting quite erect down below so turns round and puts his shower on, feeling the hot stream pour down his wide face, closing his eyes.
They were quiet for a while, the only sounds the occasional flickering of the lights and the streams from the shower heads. It was relaxing, honestly, but awkward. Trevor no longer felt threatened by the bear - surely, it was a good sign they could shower in the same room, even if he did seem to be looking the other way; literally. He turns round, facing the bear once more, letting the water pound his back; flexing his muscles, distorting the Boulder Bears tattoo that coated the upper left of his back and arm - the logo of the Bears' ursine mascot roaring; a thick plume of feathers flowing from around it towards the end of his upper arm. As the otter lets the water pound his back, he spots the bear turn to face him, beginning to rub soap onto his big stomach. He knew it was a bad idea to take a look, but he cannot resist. He finally gets a good visual of it; a thick, rotund ball of a belly that would shift as he rubs underneath it, bouncing slightly as it was rubbed. Trevor feels his throat tighten, heart beginning to pound. Fuck. Holy fuck, that's hot. His eyes were fixed on it, his cheeks flushing with heat. It was too much, and it happened. He felt himself grow aroused - directly in the vision of the bear, who looks down in complete shock. The otter gasps, about to turn around until -
"... Trevor?" the low voice rumbles.
The otter's heart was racing, feeling his breathing increase rapidly. "... B-Bruce, I-I'm so sorry," he starts, feeling his eyes grow moist. "I-"
"Get over here, and fucking rub it."
The otter almost passes out, growing incredibly dizzy. "B-Bruce, wh-what?"
The bear sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, the thick fur of his arm dripping with water. "No - no. First I - I need to apologize... I - I knew how hard it was for you to hear what I said." Bruce looks down, looking tearful.
Trevor could feel his throat tighten, and suddenly realised what Bruce had been doing. He holds out his paw, not knowing what to say. "Bruce, I... heh, it's not like I've not heard worse before, you don't need to apologise -"
"No - no, I do," the bear responds, looking up at the otter. "It was shameful, and I... I was just afraid of what you would think of me. I'm so, so sorry."
Trevor can feel himself getting emotional also, approaching the bear slowly and holding out a paw towards him. Bruce smiles softly, sniffling a little, and joining his hand. The otter looks up at the giant bear, smiling back. He sees them bring their head down to his height, his huge chest arching over his gut, the otter huffing as he brings himself closer also. Their lips meet, and the otter moans as he grips Bruce's head in his paw, feeling their big tongue slowly snake into his mouth as his tongue wraps around it. Trevor could feel his firm cock brush up against their legs, moaning again as he starts to feel the bear's rise, pressing firmly into the otter's chubby gut. As they release each other, the otter catches his breath, chuckling in bewilderment.
"H-holy shit, I wasn't expecting that to happen today," Trevor laughs, running a paw through his hair.
Bruce grins. "Aheh, uh... me neither. Shit, hope this wasn't against the rules of our meeting," he laughs. "Eh, not that I care."
Trevor giggles, feeling a lot better now. Bruce was right: he was upset by the comment. It didn't excuse it either, but he understood where it came from; that need to pretend to be someone you weren't. He ponders, was the team itself homophobic? Was Bruce actually the one afraid to be around other men, in case he was the one that found them attractive? But he forces his mental investigation into the bear to stop. Ya gotta stop analyzing, Trevor, he thinks. You don't know his story.
The bear grunts, stretching again, though clearly this time for the otter's attention. "I see yall a big fan of the Bears, huh?" he suggests, poking the tattoo on Trevor's back. The otter giggles, rubbing over it.
"Heh, yeah - got it in my early twenties as I finally wanted to get one done. I chose a Bears tattoo in the end; been a fan my whole life, so thought why not, right?"
Bruce nods, asking them to turn around so he could get a better look. He exclaims a sound of approval, "I'm likin' it - goes up yer arm too and stuff, that's pretty neat." He turns them back round, giving their nose a lick, hugging them into his wet fur. "I think in this situation, y'all likin' this gut of mine a bit more, huh?" he says, hefting it up with one paw and letting it drop.
Trevor brings his paw forward, blushing as his paw sinks into into it. It was soft, his paw spreading through the thick fur, bringing his other paw up to rub at its sides; squishing it and letting it bounce between them. He huffs, leaning into it, nuzzling into the upper part of the big belly, the bear moaning as he did so. "Nnf... good boy," they utter, pulling the otter deeper into his fat, which they nestle into, gripping Bruce's thick circumference as much as he could. "You want it bigger?"
The otter stops, looking up at the bear, rosey across his wide features. "... What? Bigger?"
The bear grins, bringing his paw up to the shower head, jiggling it about until it came loose, the head pulled out to reveal a thick rubber tube running into the wall, the otter watching curiously. "This broke a while back when I fiddled with it, but I never bothered to report it - not when I realised I could do this." Bruce brings the shower head to his maw and plops it inside, enclosing his muzzle around it. Soon, his big cheeks start to swell quickly, and the bear gulps big volumes of the warm water down into his stomach; the otter looking back at the belly as he feels and hears the water start to splash and plop inside. Oh my fucking god is this hot, his mind yells, Trevor pressing his ear into the belly to hear the water now beginning to slosh around a little inside, still hearing the bear take thick gulps above him. He could feel it slowly expanding now, starting to swell out at the top before the rest of his belly began to follow suit. The otters nuzzles into it, feeling the water splash softly about inside as it continues to expand, the furred ball growing to be nearly twice its size before the bear stops, gasping; shutting the stream off and groaning as he grasps onto his swollen abdomen. Bruce looks down at Trevor, flashing a grin as he pulls him into it, the otter moaning as they submit to his huge gut; nuzzling deeply into it and lapping inside his navel, feeling it glorp and gurgle; his cock standing tall, already leaking pre.
The otter was considerably shocked at the improbability of the whole scenario, but he was too engaged in it to care; all that mattered to him right now was watching Bruce's huge tank grow even bigger than it already was. "Bruce... holy fuck, that's hot," he exclaims, continuing to hug his stomach tightly. "Is... is that how big it gets?"
Bruce laughs, running his paws through the otter's hair, leaning down to give their snout a lick. "Oh, I was just taking a breather, kid; it goes way beyond this," he replies, giving his belly a firm slap. The otter blushes at the notion, running his paws through the fur, kneading the fat. He ponders this briefly, looking up at the bear. He was really pushing things now, but quite honestly, they were so far into it, it surely wouldn't be an odd suggestion.
"Bruce, do you think uh... heh, uhm. Do you think it's big enough to contain something more than water?" he says, looking down at the tiled floor, bashfully.
Suddenly, he feels the bear's paw snake underneath his chin, lifting it up so he met the stare of the smirking bear. "You'd be surprised at just what's been inside." He pulls the otter's muzzle against his again, and they interlock tongues once more, the otter moaning as the bear sticks his muscle deep into their mouth; their ballooned stomach sloshing against his chest. This time, he reaches for the otter's cock, toying it between his thick fingers, reaching for their balls as he gives them a firm squeeze, making Trevor gasp in pleasure. Bruce lets go, breathing heavily, briefly stroking his own thick member. "You gonna make it bigger for me?"
The otter's heart races, and he moves to caress his huge stomach once more, laying his cheek against it and listening to its gurgling. "I wanna do that more than anything," he says, gripping the belly in his paws. "I... I want to be inside you so bad."
The bear huffs in satisfaction, pulling the otter tightly against his stomach, making its contents slosh and wobble. He leans down, nuzzling their scalp with his chin, and then looks at Trevor lustfully. "Was hoping you'd say that." The otter blushes as he hears the bear unhinge his jaw, hearing the stomach in front of him groan audibly, as if sentiently aware of its future occupier. Bruce lowers his head down, tipping Trevor's head back with his chin again, although this time literally engulfs the entirety of the otter's muzzle inside his own. He could feel their hot breath spread across his cheeks and face, making him moan softly; just letting the bear take over, going slightly limp as he feels more of his head enter their huge jaws. It's fucking happening, oh my god. Bruce's tongue enters the otter's maw briefly, naturally going a lot deeper than last time, and he feels his throat bulge out as their thick muscle slowly snakes down his own throat. It was arousing enough to allow him to forget about the need to gag, and by now he simply accepted their control over him, loving the sensation of the slimy tongue dig deep. As his head travels deeper, the tongue slowly leaves his muzzle, and he can feel his snout touch the back of the bear's throat, starting to point down as it began its descent. He can hear how loud the gulps were; the churning and sloshing of his stomach below; and the wild racing of the muffled heartbeat from his chest. It was an otherworldly experience.
Outside, Bruce guides his large paws down the otter's chubby body, exploring his rounded breast and wide stomach, making his prey shiver pleasantly; a muffled moaning felt within. One paw goes down to Trevor's cock, taking it into his fist and slowly jerking it up and down. The otter moans again, and as he does so, feels pre seep from his tip; ever so wanting to grab it, but also wanting to just submit himself entirely to his predator. Instead, his paw goes back to rubbing the bear's thick gut, squeezing it in his paw, and as he does so, feels his member strain in arousal. He was already getting so close, and only his shoulders were beginning to be engulfed by the bear. As more of Trevor was engulfed, he begins to find his body bending to conform to the gullet's path, his arms now fixated at his sides; Bruce lowering himself over time to accommodate for his entry. Knowing his meal would appreciate it, the bear pulls the otter towards his stomach, sticking it out, and letting them grind their cock into the fuzzy ball. Trevor demonstrates his appreciation of this with a loud gasp, and as they grind into it, is soon starting to moan aloud; the bear feeling it in his throat, it too making them even hornier than they already were. The gaps between his meal's moans were decreasing, and soon, with a tremendous whine, feels their thick load shoot over the bear's stomach; the otter groaning in pleasure, his tone wavering as it comes to a slow stop; Bruce sensing him go limp inside his gullet - entirely won over in aroused defeat.
This made it hard for the bear to control his lust, so grabs his thick length and begins to toy with it; Trevor feeling their breathing grow shaky. He leans his head back, focusing on the sensation of the otter's head slowly travelling down his throat; their shoulders following suit as they too were now descending. His neck was a mass of huge furred lumps, and he runs his paws across them, lavishing their form, murring softly; appearing to find them quite gratifying for the time he takes feeling them. Trevor senses this, and both aids his own progress down the gullet, as well as the pleasure of his idol, by wriggling and writhing around in his confined space. The bear responds with a moan, chuckling, seemingly aware the otter's consideration and responds with a soft pat. The otter was pleased he could make him enjoy it more, so continues his active wiggling to satisfy his idol.
Within, Trevor grows closer to the opening of the stomach, soon feeling the clenched hole bump into his muzzle. It was a little unnerving, he has to admit, experiencing it all in the dark. He'd seen visuals on the internet with the flesh all lit up and slimy; but the latter was all he was experiencing, for the light was blocked from entering, as well as the pulsations of the muscles bringing him further down. Nonetheless, despite the excessive heat and restricted movement, it was an incredible experience, the otter still in a state of disbelief that he was actually experiencing his fantasy; and what's more, with someone he found extremely attractive. He wasn't considering the implications of what was happening, nor what the telos was going to be, and suddenly this dawns on him. Am I going to die? he existentially ponders. He was in no way a nihilist, though perhaps it was his desire speaking, his acceptance of Bruce's domination over him, or maybe the post-orgasm daze he was in, but right now it didn't matter. All he knew is that this is what he wants.
As he returns to the present, his head is now beginning to enter the stomach, the heat suddenly dawning on him. The smell wasn't the friendliest, though he is pleased to find only stomach acid and the mass of water currently occupying the bear's insides, and as his head approaches it he holds his breath in preparation for the plunge. Suddenly, he feels his curved form straighten, the bear literally lifting his entire body above him. This shift alone was enough to increase Trevor's descent, his face colliding with the liquid as his head was submerged, forcing his mouth shut to avoid engulfing any of it. Bruce ceases his swallowing momentarily, his huge paws spreading over his bulging throat, murring as they caress their curvature with content; his paws rubbing particularly over the chubby otter's midsection which created a pleasingly large lump.
Clearly, it wasn't the best time to be doing so, at least for the otter whose head remained submerged. They panic, instinctively thrashing their paws out, kicking their legs that dangle outside Bruce's lips, causing the bear to gag as his throat is stretched outward; forcing him to take a huge gulp. The otter finds their head curving as the swallow forces them to hit the bottom of the stomach, and soon he feels himself reemerge into the thick air; the back of their head sliding upwards against the stomach wall. He coughs and gasps for air, taking in as much oxygen the organ provides. He feels pressure behind him, softly spreading over his head as the stomach pushes against him, the bear's big paw massaging his belly and giving Trevor a reassuring pat. The predator seem to know what has happened, for his descent increases a little faster. He feels his knees brought inside, then his paws, the bear containing the rest of him inside his huge maw. Bruce swallows hard, the sound of the straining gulp heard quite well inside the stomach. Another big swallow, and more of him descends, feeling his back rise up against the front of his stomach. The bear pauses, then gulps a final time, savoring the sensation of sending the otter all the way down with his big paws grasping his throat; the rest of his meal soon joining the stomach, sloshing around in the voluminous water content as his tank rocks back and forth.
Bruce is heard gasping, breathing heavily, leaning against the wall for some support. His panting is mixed with some aroused whining, and Trevor feels his their paw brush underneath him to grip onto their thick length once again. The otter blushes as he feels the undulation of their big fist grinding into the underside of the belly as they jerk hard at their cock. Trevor recalls Bruce's enjoyment of his writhing, so presses his paws against the stomach, shifting them up and down; curious as to how it looks from outside. Surely it was rather vivid, for the bear is heard murring loudly, his other paw stroking over these manufactured lumps, and the otter also notes the increasing palpitation of his predator's heartbeat. He keeps rubbing about, rotating himself within the stomach and pushing his legs out at the bottom of the stomach, forcing the belly to glorp and jiggle back and forth. The bear whines, "F-fuck yeah! K-keep doing that, kid, it's so fucking hot..."
Trevor feels himself growing aroused again, and complies with his idol's command. He pushes out his paws firmly, sliding them around the stomach wall, really digging as deeply as he can. "Nnff... that's it, good boy - keep going, I'm so fucking close!" he groans, really working his length now, the speed at which he was doing it causing the belly to shake furiously. The otter keeps at it, huffing as he resists the urge to touch himself, instead focusing on the desires of Bruce, really wanting to please him. They get onto their knees, pressing their paws out and their muzzle, using their legs to push them out, the otter nuzzling and lapping the odd-tasting flesh. Trevor seems to have hit the spot, for the bear shivers and moans loudly. "... ffFF-FUCK!" the bear roars, whining loudly as his whole body writhes in orgasm, his cock releasing a huge load out into the shower; moaning heavily as he thrusts forward. As he finishes, the bear pants heavily, and Trevor feels themselves slosh backwards as Bruce leans against the wall, conquered by his orgasm; the huge, rotund gut glorping as it settles against his chest.
They were silent for a minute, both presumably processing the situation along with their heavy breathing; now in post-arousal, when one briefly processes what one has done to achieve an orgasm. Clearly, this was a unique situation; one to process for a while. Trevor makes Bruce break the silence, stroking the stomach wall playfully, tickling it with his fingers, causing the bear to chuckle.
"... honestly, not sure what else to say but... thanks, Trevor. For everything... not just letting me eat you" he jokes, patting the huge gut, pushing against it to feel it slosh around.
Trevor smiles, pressing his paw outwards. Bruce complies, gripping the paw as much as he can through the thick fat, and giving it a squeeze. "I'm glad I could make you feel good, hun," he replied, sighing contently as he lays back. "And... thank you for apologizing. I know you didn't mean what you said - I understand why you said it. But I appreciate your apology." The bear nods, patting his belly once again, although this time giving it a literal bear hug; the otter rubbing the internally indented sides.
"... Uh, Bruce?"
"Mhm?"
"Am I gonna stay here?"
The bear giggles. "Naw, kid, I ain't like that. 'Sides, it won't look too good on my record if I commit murder."
Trevor laughs, albeit nervously. He hadn't considered the morality behind being eaten, but he soon moves his thoughts in a different direction.
They were silent for a little while, caressing the bridge of fat and flesh between them in an effort to be as close to each other as possible; perhaps amusing, considering one could not get much closer to another if one tried. It was the sentimentality of it. What broke the silence was the sound of a phone vibrating, the bear's rounded ears perking up in the direction of his cell to their right. They groan as they stand up straight, their belly sloshing and bouncing as they step out of the shower and approach their device as it vibrates atop the wooden bench. He eyes the contact name, chuckling, and slides the answer button.
"Bruce!" Claire yells in her shrill tone. "You were supposed to text me and let me know how things were going! Is everything alright - is Mr. Peters having a good time?"
"Absolutely," Bruce replies, suppresses a laugh, rubbing his thick, squirming abdomen. "We seem to be quite close already."