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"You're Lie-onMe?" The bear grunted as he stood there, almost awkwardly, in the threshold to his own apartment. Raivenderou shifted himself from paw to paw, itching to be done with the trivial pleasantries so that he could peel the greasy tank top off the grizzly's ballooning waistline and free all that lay beneath. Just standing there alone in the deathly silent hallway sent uneasy prickles down the lion's spine, the burn eating away at his insides as the fat male looked him over, "You wanna come in?" he offered, finally stepping aside to allow the tightest of gaps past his mass into the darkened eves of his home. Politely he smiled at the bear, sidling his way against his stomach, resisting the painful urge to grope that gut as he snuck past, but Raivenderou hold himself back with a shudder.

"Where am I going?" he asked aloud, eyes scanning the domesticated space for any general information. Muddied work boots were propped by the side near the front door, a glaring fluorescent yellow vest hung limply upon one hook: the feline already knew from the grizzly's profile photos that he was some kind of builder. He hadn't specified in his description, but the picture of him standing lewdly in the middle of a construction site, pants around his ankles and slapping his fat cock against his equally fat overhang all the while tweaking one nipple and winking at the lucky bastard holding the camera was far too obvious to dismiss. Beyond that the bear hadn't really put too much time into decorating his home. A few pictures here and there of what Raivenderou assumed to be family members, furniture that looked cheap enough to have been bought flat-pack, and in the air it was impossible to ignore the dirty stench of sweat and stale cum despite the best attempts of a mist of flowery aerosol trying to smother it.

"Just to the right," the bear coughed, clearing his throat as he pushed his way into the seemingly too small room. His very presence made everything feel so much more cramped, as if he had been living in a shoebox all his life and not a home big enough for two, "Sorry about the mess..." The ursine tidied as he went, though more just creating more convenient piles of rubbish from errant, tattered newspapers to dirty magazines he did his damnedest to keep hidden from the lion's view. But Raivenderou had already pinched a copy before the bear had a chance to grab it in his meaty paw, the cover alone well stained with discoloured fogs of sticky white.

"Fat Fucks" he read aloud, fingers picking through the clinging glossy pages to reveal pinfold after pinfold of oversized men dressed in all too skimpy clothing performing the most unspeakable acts. The grizzly cowered, his face awash with a look of shame as he stopped dead in his tracks, glazed eyes watching the lion skim his way through reams of overweight males exposing themselves and slutting it up with each other all for the hungry eyes of the reader.

"It's... uh... not mine. It's a friend's." A sly smile tugged on the feline's muzzle,

"Shame... Here I was thinking we shared something in common."

That got the bear's attention. His whole body language changed, from the imposing, statuesque stolidity to a bashful, humiliated reserve.

"You what?" Raivenderous just simply smiled, giving nothing away to the bear who looked as if the rug had been thrown out from under him.

"I've got a subscription to the same magazine. Just figured you might have been into that." Before the grizzly had a chance to muster any retort or backpedal his way through the conversation, the lion cut his thoughts short and gestured to the open doorway leading to the bedroom, "In here, then?"

Numbly the bear nodded, lumbering his way behind the feline as Raivenderou took control. The bed, large enough for the both of them, understandable given the man's size, was as neatly laid out as it could be. The duvet was a little ruffled and the pillows sagging from overuse, but most of the errant laundry sat in a hamper to one side of the room and a collection of various deodorants and body sprays lined one set of drawers. It hardly screamed of much personality, but the bear didn't strike him as someone who needed to paint his flair across every surface. As Raivenderou felt the bear ease his way into the space behind him, the room, as before, felt as if it had shrunk for him being in it. He turned around to face the fat male, leaving no room for pause as he closed the gap between them and leant against that rotund stomach.

He planted his muzzle firmly against the bear's, soft leathery lips near-dry as he kissed the startled male. But experience and anticipation took over, and soon the shy ursine was mumbling his grumbles of approval as the lion slid his tongue against that aged maw. His paws felt wild, running over the folds and rolls of the man's size, the softness to the touch yet the delightful firmness that the fat supplied had him groping the bear's chest in seconds. As soon as his fingers fell on the drooping breasts he was squeezing and kneading the flesh under his grip and testing the nipples through the stained fabric. The bear tried to pull back, perhaps the pace too fast for his liking, but Rainvenderou was hungry and he'd be denied no longer. Stumbling back against the wall, the lion massaged the man's moobs and nipped on his lips, softly growling to instil some compliance in him. He was shaking, the poor thing, all that icy indifference melting away as he succumbed to the feline's carnal lusts.

When Raivenderou finally did break his hold on the bear, the stammered protests came quick through heavy pants,

"Please," he breathed as the lion's paws snuck under the hem of his tank, lifting it up already as the bear spoke. Though he resisted with words, his body seemed all too happy to help the feline out, arms raised as the clothes were peeled away to reveal the swollen weight beneath, "What are you doing?"

"I read your profile," he stated casually, not even looking at the male as his paws cupped and groped against his bared torso, "and I read you. You might be a big grizzly on the outside but deep down you're nothing but a dirty, pervy cub."

"N-no!" The lion had already moved to his waistband though, baggy sweatpants a size too big to accommodate the waistline, and his fingers pulled at the elastic and let them drop. Underneath, without underwear, the bear now stood fully exposed, and Raivenderou snuck his paw under the shivering male's overhang and gripped the decidedly hard cock drooling like a faucet.

"You could have fooled me."

Another objection was making its way out the ursine's throat, words half-formed, but as the lion slowly stroked his paw against the protruding stub of a cock all he got was a strangled whimper of pleasure. Despite his gargantuan size, the bear sported only something average by the feel of his grip, but Raivenderou suspected he hadn't even seen his dick in a long time given the rolls of mass bloated over his crotch. The soft padding of fattened flesh felt wonderful against his digging paw which pushed right to the base, getting a firm feel of the male's erection and finding the small, dangling sack of the bear's nuts resting below. He rolled the foreskin over the head slowly, letting his pinpricked claws drag through the sticking pre, and made sure to have the cub bucking into his grasp before pulling free.

"Please..." he whispered in defeated lust, whiny and needy, "Don't stop..."

Raivenderou didn't say anything. He just lifted his paw to the bear's muzzle and slid his wet fingers in between the bear's leather lips. His rasping tongue greeted the soiled fingertips, suckling upon his own fluids as the lion let him degrade himself for a few brief seconds. Uncertainty was now wavering, building with it a sense of acceptance. The lion had the control, that much was abundantly clear now, and the bear was beginning to consent to the turn of events. His profile, ambitiously named 'BearBrute', had declared him to be a no-nonsense man looking for like-minded chasers and chubs who could love him for his size. His statistics had shown him to be leaning more towards a top, though a small final line had admitted he would 'bottom for the right guy'.

Raivenderou was determined to be that right guy.

"You're gonna get on the bed and present that hole for me," he smirked as he withdrew his damp fingers from the bear's muzzle, "What's the biggest you've taken?"

"I... uh..." His sheepishness was charming, but it was precious time being wasted. The lion took a vice to the bear's cock and crushed the dripping length into his palm, the roughness pressing against his glans and eliciting sharp gasps and squirms from the ursine, "AH! A forearm! Fuck, stop!"

That raised an eyebrow from the lion. A forearm? For a self-proclaimed top with a hardened demeanour, Raivenderou was pleasantly surprised to have found an ass pig in him. Maybe he had always been yearning for the 'right guy' to come claim his hole for good, but was scared it somehow lessened him as a man. Regardless the lion grinned broadly, licking his teeth with a twisted gleeful chuckle,

"You little slut..." he hissed, "Get on the fucking bed and get out your lube. Whatever you use..."

"Yes sir..."

Raivenderou stripped off hastily as the bear clambered upon the bed, reaching over to his nightstand and bringing out a large tube of baking grease. He recognised the brand name, some vegetable shortening unanimously known throughout fisting-fetishists, and it'd do the job he had in mind. He grabbed his cock and gave it a few strokes whilst the bear sidled into position. He rolled to his back, the mattress sinking for his weight, and he peered down his chest with difficulty to watch the lion who stood at the foot of his bed, legs already lifted back and paws clasping the backs of his knees. He was no novice to this, he clearly knew what he was meant to do, and as Raivenderou knelt at the bear's behind, a closer look at his hole confirmed the male's guilty pleasure; his ass, for what could only be described as a mancunt, was puffy and stretched. The rim, now resembling something more like a doughnut, swelled out of his crack, and the gape of his hole was already perhaps an inch deep. Only regular and routine fucking and fisting could get a hole to this stage of ruin, where the stretch had permanently been taken on. Raivenderou ran his fingers against the rim, feeling the hot pulsing flesh quiver beneath his touch, and he felt his cock throb at the thought of fucking the loose cub.

He reached across for the grease, popping the lid and reaching a paw inside to smear at the smooth, white thick paste. A dollop was applied to the bear's crack, smeared against his puckered ass, and Raivenderou let his fingers coat themselves in the mess. Sat back upon his haunches, he leisurely ran his fingers and painted with the grease, until the bear's hole was spattered in bright white.

One finger to start with would have made no impact at all, the sensible choice would have been to go for two, and three was a daring push but perhaps still manageable. But Rainvenderou wondered how far he could go before the bear might start to resist properly. He pursed four fingers together and pressed their tips against his hole. Though he groaned in discomfort, his ass yielded to the lion's strength as he pushed his paw forwards. The rim's lips opened to his digits, the slackness of the muscle giving in to the intruding half-formed fist, and Raivenderou stroked his cock with his free paw, slick with whatever errant lube there was in his palm, as he sank in to the knuckles with little difficulty. Sure the bear tried pushing back, body's instincts reacting to expel his paw, but he held firm and the male did his best to relax, though his face contorted into all manner of grimaces and scowls whilst riding the waves of overexertion. He just had to acclimatise, the lion wasn't going to stop, and if four fingers had been this easy then a fist would be the next step to jump to with a leap and a bound.

Pulling back, he let the gut's natural muscles push him out, only taking his fingers free when he knew there was nothing holding him back. The bear's ass yawned outwards, faint traces of dark red in between the black fur and stretched pink rim, but as he let go on his innards, the rim sucked back, denying the lion a sight of the bear's rosebud. Raivenderou decided then and there that he would get the bear to bloom for him over and over, until he was begging for mercy, only to keep going for an hour more just to enjoy the bitch's ass. He smeared a little more grease on his paw and returned to the gasping ass, tightening his paw altogether and pushing all four fingers and his thumb to the hole. Again there was more resistance, but more lube and gradual pressure worked against the bear as Raivenderou slowly sunk his fist into the bear's hole. He mewled with struggled moans, head thrown back against the pillows, but he spread his legs further apart as the paw probed deeper into his hole. As his rim swallowed the widest knuckle, without nothing pushing back now, the lion slipped his paw whole into the bear's rectum and knelt there connected wrist to rim, as the bear's heartbeat thundered against him.

"Good boy," Raivenderou cooed, his free paw groping at the bear's buttocks and spanking the jiggling cheeks, "A pig born in a bear's body." That earned him a stifled blush and a harrumphed moan, but it wasn't denied by the man who writhed upon the bed with a fist up his ass. With a smirk, the lion swam his paw through the soft, squelching innards of the bear's guts, probing gently for pathway further into his body. As the bear mounted yet another tirade of garbled gripes, he fell into breathless grunts and groans as Raivenderou sunk deep, wrist soon becoming his forearm as he pushed. His paw guided the arm, delving into the bear's guts and stretching the rim about his limb.

A forearm was good, but he couldn't help but wonder if the bear had more hidden talents he'd still yet to share.