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Settling in with Babbs has been an experience.

You've been around anthros before, but never quite so close. Especially not a girl. Those aspects of her don't really make her much different, you think. She doesn't cough up hairballs or brush herself. She doesn't have a particular obsession with honey or salmon. And, well, her controllers and keyboard aren't the pastel pink and white of most 'girly' models or brands.

Her physique is what separates the two of you the most. Being almost four meters tall and around three times your size makes it seem obvious, but living in a space meant for someone that big brings challenges. Wandering into one of the bathrooms revealed an industrial-sized shower, a sink some two meters off the ground, and the biggest toilet you've ever seen, all crammed together in a tiny room. Being extra-large doesn't change the fact there's little space in this country. There's a half-bath attached to your room, but you've had to figure out the kitchen on your own. Babbs set you up on the counter once, but left you there after she'd gotten her breakfast. Climbing down was a bit harrowing.

You've found her daily routine is much like yours. When you woke up for your second day in her house, she was sequestered away in a different room from the prior night with a different computer. It was her work setup; the high-contrast text window that filled her main screen told you she did programming of some kind. You didn't recognize the language, but you weren't about to ask to crawl up on her lap again to figure it out.

Having a work-at-home job yourself made you intimately aware of how difficult it is to keep focus.

You restricted your attempts at intimacy to the times she ventured out into the living room or her gaming room. You set up your things in the meantime. There wasn't much. The Matchmaking Process Office recommended that to save time, money, and health, you only bring the essentials for the 30-day probationary period. Your marriage wouldn't be final until that date anyway.

If you choose to confirm it. Babbs doesn't seem to be that interested in you yet.

You actually don't mind it too much, at least for now. If she was all over you already, you think you'd lock yourself away in your room. Getting yourself situated after moving across the country has been overwhelming enough. You were grateful that Babbs was letting you do it at your own pace. She's been kind, as well. She did put you up on the counter when you asked, after all, and she didn't mind you dipping into her food from the fridge. And she answered more of your questions when you wandered into her room during another gaming session. In fact, you don't think she's said "no" to you at all.

Even to your more intimate requests.

When you sat on her lap to watch her play, it wasn't long before memories of that first night came flooding back. The warmth of her fur and the softness of her curves certainly helped. You could feel yourself sink into her while she pecked away at the keyboard. The park-manager sim wasn't faced paced, and soon the bear leaned back in her chair. She could still reach her desk, but only just. Her arms acted like guardrails for the overstuffed mattress that was her torso.

Babbs didn't say anything when you rolled over on top of her and wrapped your arms around her stomach. As far as you could get, anyway. It wasn't just the pure size difference preventing you from giving her a proper hug. The bear's belly is enormous and almost always exposed. She told you her rather skimpy outfits were because of how warm she was, and the cool 15 degrees she left the thermostat at said she wasn't lying. The frigid temperature is one more reason you've had to get close with her.

It didn't take long for your nethers to heat up.

The bear didn't say anything when you started to squeeze the sides of her stomach harder and pressed your face into the very top of it. The rocking of your hips sent ripples though her, ones you could feel all over. The way your arms sunk in felt amazing. You ran your hands all over, feeling her fur slip between your fingers.

Babbs grunted slightly when you reached the lower edges of her stomach. She wasn't looking down at you with ire, though. She seemed to shift you closer to her, in fact. You took it as a sign to continue. Your face pressed deep into her as you slipped your hands along her lower reaches. Her muffin top went from consuming your fingers to filling your whole hand as you came closer to center. A slight groan escaped you when you squeezed.

You blushed soon after. There was no way she didn't hear it with her heightened senses -- and the game was quite quiet. You pushed away to look up at her over her chest, the sensation of your hands sinking into her stomach sending another tingle through you.

"Uh, B-Babbs?" you said. "Y-you don't mind that I'm, uh, doing this, d-do you?"

She looked down at you with a familiar, blank expression.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You know... touching your belly, and everything?"

"Oh," she said, turning back to the game. "No. It's fine. I let you into my lap, you're going to touch it."

"No, Babbs, I mean -- I mean like really touching you."

You groped her muffin top once more, shaking it slightly.

"Like, you know... getting... excited from it."

The bear's sound of recognition came out as more of a rumble than a proper 'Ahh.' You shifted slightly in her lap when she adjusted herself, making you press back into her belly.

"I don't care," she said. "I don't get why you like it that much, but whatever. Just don't pinch me hard or anything."

You nodded into her fur. True to her word, Babbs didn't react when you went back to massaging her stomach, feeling it squish and jiggle in your grasp. It wasn't long before you began to grind into her again. But after a while, an odd sense of guilt washed over you. The bear hadn't looked up from her game the whole time. It meant you weren't distracting, but it also meant you weren't pleasing either.

You've convinced yourself your next question came from trying to correct that and not just horniness.

"Babbs?" you asked. "D-d-do you mind if I... touch your boobs?"

The bear glanced down at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I told you, I don't care. I said you could fuck me in my sleep if you wanted."

She turned back to the screen.

"You can play with my boobs all you want."

It wasn't quite the answer you were looking for, but you went ahead anyway. You'd have enough enthusiasm to make up for her apathy anyway. And maybe some would rub off -- it seemed like it was. Babbs shivered, grunted, and relaxed when you brought your hands to her breasts to squeeze her. The loose top she was wearing let them hang free; they were like soft boulders, practically too heavy for you to move. That fact alone sent your heart racing. The sensation of her weight and softness was overwhelming. You pressed your face into her shirt with a groan.

But the bear never gave you one back. She continued her game, letting you push and pull at her chest, rub your face in it, bounce it. It made your sense of guilt return, even through the immense pleasure. You tried getting her excited by massaging around her nipples. Babbs grunted with a jolt; she closed her arms tighter, seeming to encourage you, but she still didn't look down.

Most of your attempts at pleasing her ended up the same way. The large bear was clearly enjoying it on a bodily level, but she seemed focused on something else throughout, like when the two of you were in the kitchen a day or two later. Babbs didn't entirely survive on fast food; she would cook on occasion, however rudimentary it might be. You first realized something was unusual when she was standing in the kitchen with you for more than a minute or two. Whatever phone game she was playing had a repetitive-but-catchy tune.

"Hey Babbs," you said, looking her up and down. "I think you forgot to turn on the microwave."

"Nah," she said, nodding towards the oven. The light was on, and a timer ticked down above the stove. You were reminded of how big it was as you approached; the thing was as tall as you. An equally large pizza sat inside. You couldn't quite make out the toppings, but it didn't look like it'd been in long. It also wasn't sitting on one of the cardboard disks that her Red Bearon brand came with.

"Did you make that yourself?" you asked. Babbs rumbled in the affirmative, not looking up from her phone. Her short-shorts were stretched tight as she leaned over the counter. You felt embarrassed for a moment and tried to go back to fixing yourself lunch, but the things she'd said came back to you. She wouldn't care if you ogled her. She probably wouldn't care if you grabbed her tantalizing ass right there. It helped take some of the pressure of embarrassment away, but certainly not all of it.

"W-what kind is it?" you asked, forcing yourself to go to the fridge.

"Turkey berry."

You paused.

"Turkey berry?"

The bear nodded, still not looking up.

"Chunks of turkey and a lot of blueberries and blackberries," she said. "White sauce."

That explained why she was making it herself... you don't think there's a pizza place around that'd have all of those toppings. You tried to think of something to say while you pulled out the ingredients for a quick chicken and rice salad.

"That sounds interesting!" you managed. "Uh, how'd you come up with it?"

"I spilled some berries on my Marbles order one night," she said. "It was a Cheese-zza, and I was surprised. It tasted good, so I kept doing it."

She let out a grunt as the game made a sad noise.

"You can have some if you want."

Your mind raced as you looked over her again. Her posture hadn't changed, her furry rear still teasing you. But something felt different. Babbs had always been accommodating to your requests, but they were just that: requests. This was the first time she'd offered.

"T-thanks, Babbs," you said. It'd almost been too long to respond. "I-I'll take you up on that."

You put the chicken and rice away. She still didn't look up, and for a moment, you considered asking her something again. But your cock emboldened your sense of gratitude.

The bear made a soft noise when you wrapped your arms around her generous thighs. Your face ended up in the lower curves of her ass, and your arms couldn't even get halfway around her, but you tried your best to make it a gesture of appreciation.

"Thank you," you said again. It got lost in her fur, but she seemed to understand. You could feel her rumbling "mhm" in your chest. It relaxed you in a way; you found yourself sinking into her plush form. You leaned against her and let yourself fall into the natural crevice between her thighs. Babbs didn't mind you staying there, so that's where you waited for her pizza to finish.

The turkey berry topping was pretty good. It was sort of like Hawaiian pizza, but a bit more subdued. That wasn't what you drew from the experience, of course. You're focused on the way her hips swayed slightly against you.

You're hoping it's a good sign.

You give yourself a shake; you've got a GUI to finish. Staring dreamily at the screen won't do that.

After another hour or so, you're finished with your tasks for the day. As you fill out the progress email template for your boss and the client, an Ice notification pops up in the corner of your screen; Babbs is playing Daughters of the Desert. You quickly turn back to the email and try to block it out. You should really keep the gaming program off. It's only on your work computer for when you have to use it with clients' projects integrated with the Ice Store.

You never kept it on outside of that until you got here.

The rest of your update email goes off without a hitch. Even so, you triple check it before sending it out. You imagine your boss is going to be forgiving, since he knows you've just moved, but that's no reason to slack. After a quick bite, you'll go up to see Babbs. You've played the game with her before, but she's got a huge experience lead on you. It'll be easier for you to learn by watching her rather than dying a bunch in-game from hunger and heat.

And of course, you'll actually be able to interact with her in a more meaningful way than "where's the closest oasis?"

You heat up a pizza from the freezer and leave the leftovers in the fridge. You can't finish the bear-sized pie by yourself, and you know Babbs will enjoy the leftovers. Especially when you see her ever-present sidetable of dishes is empty.

"Hey, Babbs," you say. She grunts in acknowledgment. You pull yourself up over the side of her chair and spill into her lap. You've been getting better at it, enough that she doesn't say anything. The bear is doing base construction and organizing as you settle into her lap. You sit for a while and absorb the crafting system while she works, before the thoughts and hopes from before get the best of you. You wait for her to enter one of the long crafting animations and she settles into the chair with a sigh.

"Babbs?" you ask, turning around in her lap. She looks down at you as you climb up her chest, getting yourself almost eye-level with her. Your voice catches for a moment when she cocks her head.

Maybe something equal is what she needs.

"C-could we -- kiss?"

There's a flicker of something in her dark eyes.

"Yeah."

She doesn't give you much time to prepare. A massive paw palms your head and pulls you in. It's tight, but not in the way you think rough kisses are supposed to be. Her tongue is just as forceful when she pushes it into your mouth.

You still groan into it with pleasure. Babbs' sounds are more restrained. She swirls around your mouth for a bit before pulling away with a soft grunt. You watch the string of saliva between you break in the monitor's light. The bear smacks her lips slightly, ear flicking as she looks down at you.

"Is that pizza?" she asks.

"Y-yeah," you say. You can't taste it anymore, hints of tang replaced by her taste. "I -- I heated one up earlier. There's leftovers in the fridge if you want some."

Her huge paw still cradles your head when she looks up at her game. The repetitive tings of hammers and chunks of wood that backed your kiss are absent. Babbs maneuvers her character to another station and starts another task. She lets you go to twist the chair, a grunt signaling her intent to get up.

"Babbs, wait," you say, clutching her chest. You try to steady yourself as she pauses. "Th-thank you."

"Sure," she says after a moment. The bear's other arm comes around and presses you to her curves as she gets up. She deposits you gently onto her chair before leaving the room with an armful of dishes.

You sprawl out, unable to call after her. You're still reeling from the kiss, trying to identify her taste, trying to put a word to the feeling. Even after bearing the bear's weight the chair is soft. It's large enough for you to use as a bed. You wonder when you'll be able to sleep in hers. You close your eyes with a sigh, lingering on the thought. Babbs probably wouldn't care, but it wouldn't be the same as her wanting you there with her. She seems like she's warming up to you. You're certainly happy with her.

Maybe you can get her to talk about it while she finishes chores around her base.

Work must have tired you out more than you thought. Despite her size, you don't hear Babbs return until she's setting down her plate. You stir with a slight groan, shifting to your elbows. She's probably waiting for you to move.

A shift in the chair makes you open your eyes and consider otherwise.

Babbs' butt fills your vision, blocking the screen, the ceiling, everything. You barely register her paws on the arms of the chair. You're focused on the taunt, gray bootyshorts riding up above you. They descend before you can cry out. Your heart stops for the second or so before you're engulfed in fur.

The bear sits down hard, like she usually does. It's what's stopped you from asking her to do it to you before -- you bet her bed is probably soft enough, but Babbs isn't exactly gentle on her furniture. That's why your gasp of surprise from between her thighs comes out almost as a scream.

You can feel her jump. Practically all you can feel is her; her fur, her weight, her warmth. You're head's still spinning when you realize you're not dead. Babbs grunts when you begin struggling, trying to figure out where you are and how to get out; her thighs part just as you begin to worry about air. Her ass ended up just above your head, sparing you from most of her weight. It's only her thick thighs pinning your body.

Putting your face right under her nethers.

You grunt and push at her thighs; your hands ended up pinned beside your head, since you tried to protect your face when she sat down. They're helping you about as much now as they did then.

"B-Babbs!" you manage, her musk and fur thick on your face, "I'm down here!"

"I know," she says. "Are you hurt?"

You can't see what her expression is like, but her tone seems different. A hint of concern and something else.

"N-no, I -- I don't think so," you pant. "J-just please, don't move! I c-can barely breathe!"

She grunts. You feel her thighs roll over you as she adjusts herself. You grunt and go stiff as she moves. The cushion below you reacts as well, pressing your face up into the bear's undercarriage. You gasp into the folded, musky fabric as her movements intensify. The heat on your face grows more intense, and your frantic words gradually become swallowed between her legs. You feel her pull the booty-shorts taunt as more fur brushes against your face. She shudders again when you squirm, managing to pull your mouth free enough of her heat to breathe.

"B-Babbs?" you splutter. "Babbs, I'm d-down here!"

"I know," she says. Her words are breathier than before. "You can still breathe, right?"

"Y-yeah?"

"And it's not hurting?"

"Y-yes, but Babbs --"

The massive bear leans forward slightly and smothers you with her snatch. Her thighs part slightly, but your arms are still pinned, rendering your struggles useless. She shifts back after a moment; you take in a heavy amount of her heady musk when you gasp into the now-damp fabric. She rumbles in what you're guessing is pleasure. Her thighs tense up against your arms and torso, deep beneath the fat.

"You... like this, don't you?" she asks, not moving from her spot. "You've asked to touch me and kiss me, right?"

"Y-y-yeah," you say. Your mind spins as you start catching on. "Y-yes, I -- I kinda like it... But I --"

"Then you won't mind being down there a bit longer," she interrupts.

She shifts again, pressing down on your face.

"Will you?"

"N-no!" you blurt when she lets up, "no, no, it's j-just that I --"

You struggle for words. The sensations and the situation are overwhelming. Even knowing Babbs as you do, you feel your chest tighten and your limbs tremble. The pleasure underlying it all helps you to find your words, odd as they are.

"I-I-It's just fast, y-you know? I-I-Is this something y-you want?"

Her tone changes with a grunt.

"Yes," she says, slightly annoyed. "And you said you liked it. What's wrong?"

"I just w-want it to be -- something between us. Something more than just -- pleasure!"

The bear is quiet for what feels like hours. You're relieved she doesn't move above you while considering things. The damp warmth soaks into your face, and her scent seems to settle into your lungs. Even if it's only a few moments, getting the words out has calmed you. You feel yourself relaxing slightly beneath her, a certain comfort to her weight.

"I think I get it," Babbs finally says. "It is more than just pleasure."

She shifts forward to bury your face completely again.

"You owe me for that kiss."

You groan as her heat consumes you once more. Gentle strokes and rubs encourage you to return the gestures in kind. The fabric of her panties is slowly drawn even more taunt as you nuzzle into the soft padding around her groin. The sensations distract you from your thoughts for a little bit, your head hazy with musk.

You're not sure if she truly does understand your hesitancy and apprehension. The sounds of Daughters of the Desert vaguely filter in through her thighs. Mentioning the kiss makes you feel a little better, even if she's saying you owe her for it. You find yourself shuddering when Babbs lets out a low groan, pressing down for a moment with a tremble of her own. This is what you wanted, you realize. You wanted her to get something out of your interactions. The bear might not fully appreciate the bond between you yet, but it's only just begun.

Time to make a good first impression.

You press your face up into her as much as her weight will allow, feeling her subtle divot beneath the fabric. The bear's fur brushes over the sides as her shorts become little more than panties. She shivers as you nuzzle in, feeling the soft resistance of her puffy lips. A soft grunt escapes when you kiss her, growing into a groan when you do it again and again. Her taste quickly stains your lips. It's clear and distinct from the cotton, a different sort of salty.

It only serves to encourage you more. It fills your head along with the scent of her arousal as her heat settles into your chest. The sensation of her weight becomes a comfort, and you try to burrow yourself further under her. Babbs rocks against you to try and accommodate you the best she can. Soon her slit covers the entirety of your face, bathing it in humid warmth like a summer's day. You're only able to breathe by mere centimeters, the fur of her thick thighs still pressing in on your lips when you do. And when you do, it's only for just as long as you need.

It's probably hours before you take a full breath.

You quickly lose track of time beneath her, lost in the sensations and your own thoughts. Every subtle movement and sound encourages you and turns it from a one-sided affair into something you share. Your head only clears when she spins the chair to the side. Sandwiched between her thighs and beneath her bulk, you hardly feel the movement.

But your whole body is set alight when she lifts up the tiniest bit and drags herself over you to stand. You slip from one crease to another; the one of her rear is much, much deeper. Her enormous cheeks brush against your face gently as she stands. You realize her shorts have slipped deep between them too when you're able to see. It takes a moment for the fact that it's night to really settle in.

The dying lights of the computer set up frame Babbs' face as she turns and looks down at you. Her expression is much the same as before. The fading light probably doesn't help. But you catch the way she's panting, the way her eyes glint just a little bit more, opened slightly wider. She opens her mouth after a moment, then reconsiders.

"You're alright, right?" she asks instead.

"Yeah --" you say, chest still heaving and brain still reeling. The bear grunts in acknowledgment. And just like that, her gaze is off of you. She grabs her phone and turns to the nearby bed. She's out of your view when it creaks and sighs, her rumbling exhale beating it in volume. After a few seconds, you hear the chiptunes of another one of her mobile games. You pull yourself up into a seated position with a groan. While Babbs didn't hurt you, staying in one position for hours has left you a bit stiff.

In more ways than one.

Your member throbs, and you notice with some embarrassment that several spots of precum stain your waistband. The thick bear's sensations teased you throughout your time on the chair, but you never got any release. You certainly weren't in a position to give it to yourself. That fact looms as large in your mind as it does your pants as you turn over, preparing yourself for the drop down to the floor. But right next to you a set of mountainous curves are illuminated by the sparse starlight from the window.

You climb to your feet instead. Babbs' gaming chair is remarkably sturdy, hardly rocking or spinning when you get close to the edge. The gap between you and the bed isn't far, but the dark makes it feel like you're staring over a bottomless pit. Spurred on by your dick, you take a breath and leap.

Babbs jumps slightly when you smack half-way into her right cheek. The sound reverberates slightly; it feels in-tune with the jiggles you feel on your face.

"B-Babbs?" you ask when you can breathe again, "C-Can I have your ass?"

The bear grunts, and you grip her rear tight as her massive leg moves around beneath you. She jostles you slightly, making you fall between her pillowy thighs.

"Sure," she says when you've settled, relatively safe between her legs. The light reflects off the taunt expanse of her bootyshorts, pulled tight enough that half her cheeks are spilling out. The gray shines a bright white. Just looking at it makes your heart race.

"S-So w-what can I do?" you ask. Babbs grunts again, but stays still this time.

"Whatever," she says. "I don't care."

"So, a-anything I want?"

"Yeah," says. There's a particularly loud chime as she scores a point of some kind -- you've never been one for mobile games. After a moment, you decide to claim your prize. Getting up is a little bit of a struggle as your hands sink into thighs. It's almost like being in deep snow. Your heart is pounding in your throat by the time you get to your feet. Your knees, rather -- stepping between Babbs' legs doesn't feel right, and you certainly can't straddle them. She doesn't seem to mind you kneeling on them and leaning against her.

As you hug her ass and feel yourself sink in, your damned conscience begins to poke through the pleasure. Even with your hours-long erection, and the onus of awkwardness mostly dealt with after getting intimately familiar with the bear's undercarriage, you still feel a sense of hesitation. You grunt and try to push it down. Perhaps you're uncomfortable.

The air is cool on your bare skin when you take off your shirt. You toss it off into the darkness -- you'll get it later. Your pants are another matter. Because of how cold she keeps the house, you've taken to wearing longer sweatpants. You can't take them off on your knees, and you're not going to stand on her to slip them off. Instead you awkwardly roll over to the side, halfway straddling one of her thighs so you don't fall between her and the wall. Babbs snorts when you lay back against her butt and start to shimmy the garment off.

"I thought you'd use it for something more than a chair," she says; there's a bit of amusement to her voice.

"I'm going to!" You reply. "I-I just have to get my pants off..."

The bear hums in absentminded acknowledgment. As you go about your task, though, you have to admit her rear does make a good chair. Thoughts of shared movies or games in this position flash through your head. They fade when your member bounces free of your waistband. You leave your sweatpants spread across her calves and turn around to face your prize. It's a little easier this time now that you're free, and the brisk air urges you on. But you hesitate when your arms wrap around her again.

"Babbs?" you ask, staring at the shining curve of her shorts. "W-what would you -- i-is there anything specific y-you want me to do?"

The bear shifts slightly. Her face is silhouetted by the glow of her phone as she looks at you over her shoulder.

"I told you, I don't care. Do whatever you want," she says.

"I know, I just -- I wanted to know if there was something that you wanted," you reply. "Something that'd make it for more than just me, y-you know?"

You don't think Babbs can really see you, since you can hardly see her over the tremendous curve of her derriere, but her gaze lingers on you a bit. Tinny pause-menu music fills the air for a beat.

"Rub it and kiss it a bit," she says. "I liked it when you were doing that to my pussy."

She turns back to her phone and lays flat once more, leaving you staring at her looming rear.

Rubbing and kissing.

You can do that.

Settling back in on top of her thighs, you spread your arms wide and hug her massive cheeks. They shift and wiggle in your grasp. It calms you to lean against them with a sigh, and let your face rest in the crease between them. Her bootyshorts have some give to them yet. They press back against you, filled with her scent. You take it in and slowly arc your arms over her rear, digging your fingers into the far edges. Babbs doesn't make a sound as you dig your fingers in and squeeze at various stops along her slopes. But you can feel her tense slightly against your hands.

She seems to help you when you cup her and lift, feeling her furry cheeks spill over your arms. The bear's rear jiggles when you pull back and let it drop. It bounces against your chest as you watch, mesmerized. Her fur seems to shimmer in the moonlight, the tip of each strand catching some of the bright glow. You run a hand over her left cheek to watch the field of lights sway. Her warmth makes you groan, and her give draws you in. Your other hand joins before long. Soon you're rubbing patterns into her cheek, marveling at how it moves and feels.

It's not long before the urge to dive in strikes.

You shift to straddle one thigh and press your face deep into Babbs' buttcheek. It's like falling into a waterbed -- at least, you imagine it's what a waterbed must feel like. One covered in furs and foam. You're able to actually hold an entire cheek in your arms at once, your hands reaching most of the way around her hips. You squeeze it and nuzzle into her forgiving softness with a groan. The edge of her bootyshorts brush against your forehead.

The bear shifts against you slightly. Her thigh tightens below you as do the lower reaches of her rump. You feel her tense when you press a tingling kiss to her flank.

It might just be your imagination, but you swear it happens with each peck you give her. You explore her massive asscheek, filling yourself with her smell and pressing your face into every part of her soft expanse. More grunts and groans escape you as her booty squishes around you. She doesn't seem to mind you gripping it to squish it even more.

Soon, the canyon between her cheeks interests you. The bear feels softer there, and you can appreciate just how much she dwarfs you. The bootyshorts are a nuisance more than an enticement now. You yank them down by the waistband, surprised at how tightly it hugs her hips. Babbs doesn't move as they slip over her generous curves. The indent they make excites your member. It drags against her shorts when they're most of the way down, or as much as you can get. The bear doesn't move to help remove them properly, despite your cursing.

You don't care once they're down at the base of her buttox. Her ass is finally bare for you to fully enjoy. You dive in without hesitation, the lust that's been building for hours driving away any sense of hesitation. Her cheeks are so thick you don't fully reach her base when you press in. They're surprisingly firm, holding your head at bay until you begin to nuzzle.

The way they shift around you causes you to let out another sound of pleasure. It's lost in the fur as you burrow deeper, feeling it thin out against your face. The warmth and scent grow more intense the further in you go. Your hands roam over the bear's cheeks; you squeeze them hard and try to pull them apart to go the last few centimeters.

The pressure is intense when you finally hit home. Babbs' buttcheeks squeeze your head the instant you let go of them, holding you in her depths. But it's not her doing. The flesh around your head is still soft, not tense. It's the pure size and weight of her globes that hold you here.

The fact makes you all the more excited.

You're glad. You don't last very long down there, your air quickly dwindling. But you make the seconds count with furious licks and kisses. Your member throbs when you pull out with a gasp, your entire body echoing with pulses of pleasure. Her smell lingers in your nose, her taste on your lips. You feel her heat being leeched away by the cool air.

You scramble to position yourself as your dick throbs. Pressing yourself flat against her curves stretches your legs, but you don't care. Having full-body contact with her soft, furry rear is more than enough payment. It lets you feel the ripples all over when you thrust.

She feels amazing, even if you're nowhere close to in. Everything you experienced diving in with your lips feels a thousand times more intense on your dick. You squeeze her tighter with every thrust and fill the air with your panting, burying your face into the upper reaches of her ass.

Your moan fills the room when you finally finish.

You let yourself fall backwards when you do, landing on her cushioned thighs once more. You lay there a bit and stare at the ceiling while you catch your breath.

What comes now?

What should you say?

Is she supposed to say something?

You pull yourself up with a grunt. Cleaning up would probably be a good start. You grab your sweatpants and awkwardly climb back to her ass, cleaning yourself as you go.

"Babbs?" you ask. She doesn't respond, not even when you push your impromptu-rag between her cheeks.

"Babbs? D-did you enjoy that?"

The music of her game goes on softly. You recognize that it's the end-of-run tune.

You climb up her rear and look down at her; the bear is fast asleep, phone still on.

The thought of staying crosses your mind. You could lay back against her bare ass and join her in moments.

But you remember how easily you could be crushed.

The thought lingers as you climb down from her bed and scrounge for your discarded clothes in the dark. You try to push it away when you head to bed, but it settles in. It wouldn't be hard for her to crush you.

She'd only have to forget that you're there.