Little Bear - Chapter 4
Story by The Rhys on SoFurry
James has certainly made some progress and the costume is certainly getting tight around his belly, but that doesn't mean that there isn't any more room to grow! And he'll have to if he wants to keep being Andrew's "Little Bear". Right?
James didn't really have a plan when Andrew left, just a goal: to stuff himself until the costume could hold him no longer. It had taken another day of stuffing for his belly to truly fill out the suit in its unpacked state, and now, James thought, it was time to go beyond. He had felt, on that night when he had filled out the suit with his stuffed gut, the costume itself struggling ever so slightly to contain his girth. But that was not enough, not yet. He would push his limits today, stuff himself during his lunch until the bear costume ripped at the seams and his new body would emerge once more, a complete metamorphosis. And so, with a beastial growl of pleasure at the thought, James moved to the kitchen as soon as he heard the door close. There would hopefully be just enough food packed for his lunch so that James could take on the endeavor, he just hoped that he could do so before Andrew got home; he found that when he was eating alone, it was much harder to stuff himself, and so a meal could take hours to finish.
It always felt strange to rise from his usual position on his hands and knees to return to putting one foot in front of the other. It was a bit of a challenge getting up in the first place, his new girth held him down fairly contentedly, and James was far from used to fighting against such a force. In many regards, standing on two feet just seemed like more of a hassle than anything, but if James was going to stuff himself, he would need full access to the kitchen storage, not just the bottom of it. As he rose, James quickly grabbed for the nearest, largest jar of honey he could find and sat right back on the ground, his legs in front of him and his belly resting well into his lap. James rubbed his belly lovingly as he consumed the honey, his affection for both no longer surprising him, it felt natural.
Once more, James stood up, grabbing yet another jar of honey before deciding to take a walk around the house. This was odd behavior for him, usually he would just sit and watch TV as he stuffed fattening foods down his throat until he was full, but today, he felt the need for a little motion. While he had the tendency to remain in the living room and bedroom, and sometimes the kitchen, the house was rather large, it had an entire upper floor that he had not been to in a week. Nevertheless, today would not be the day that he would ascend the staircase, he had to stuff himself, and exercise would not be conducive to his goal. Instead, he just looked up at the landing and remembered what it was like outside of the penthouse.
Andrew had assured him many times over that James could leave whenever he wanted, but James never did. While he was seemingly trapped in the house, it was only so by choice. While he did, on occasion, miss his freedom, what he didn't miss was being alone every night. He could go wherever he wanted, sure, but he never had anyone to go with since his wife had left, and so he could never truly justify leaving. But now, with Andrew by his side, he was never alone. He could leave if he wanted, but it was safer to stay home. At least here, there was always an assurance that Andrew would come back for him, and that he would never have to sleep in bed alone. That wasn't something that he wanted to lose. Now, as James looked up at the landing and saw a fully packed suitcase ready to go, he began to grow worried.
There was only one thing that James could think to do to stop Andrew from leaving, and it was the same solution that he had to every problem since the start of the week: grow. He had disappointed Andrew, surely he did, otherwise why would he be leaving? James would not accept Andrew's departure, and so with threat of him leaving battering his mind, James only felt more motivated to achieve his goal. Doing so, however, was easier said than done. It was time, now, to resort to the big guns.
James moved quickly into the bedroom and stuck his hand underneath the bed. After some searching, James was successful in finding his tool. In his hands was a funnel, and James knew just what he was going to do with it. With newfound haste, James moved to the kitchen and pulled out a twelve pack of beers from the fridge. James knew that he could drink them all with ease, though he would certainly get drunk from the endeavor and possibly even pass out. He hoped that he could hold out to fill his belly with the stuff, and was more than excited to feel once more the warm glow of the buzz that would surely fill his mind as he drank.
Taking his supplies to the living room, James plopped himself into the chair that still sat in front of the body length mirror that Andrew had moved from his bathroom. James patted his belly gleefully, letting out a pleasent growl as he opened the first beer. Opening wide, James put the funnel in his mouth and poured the beer in, gulping it down quickly as it passed down his throat with only the slightest tingling sensation. It went quicker than he had expected, and within merely a minute or so of opening up the first beer, James was on to the second.
By the fifth beer, James could feel the buzz and his belly finally start to fill up. Every now and then he would burp in delight, his cock hardening each time, but still, he continued on emptying the bottles. He could hardly taste them anymore as he continued, and by the eighth, he felt as though he was going to pass out, but he knew that he could take it. However, to be cautious, James put down the beers and the funnel for a while, feeling his belly press tight against the stomach of the costume, the bloated, beer filled belly causing the seams to strain wildly against his girth. Instead, for an hour and a half, James drank only water, albeit a lot of it, giving himself some time to help cleanse his system so that he wouldn't get sick or poisoned later. While James desperately wanted to return to the beers, he knew that Andrew wouldn't like to see his Little Bear sick on the floor when he got home.
After the moderate grace period, James returned to his seat with a loud belch and a shake of his belly, moaning ever so slightly. Once more, he powered on, his mind still buzzed by the alcohol. By the time he was on the eleventh beer, the seams of the suit seemed as stressed as they had ever been, ready to snap apart at any moment. But still, it wasn't enough. Even after eleven beers, James' stuffed belly could not break through the costume, no matter how painfully tight it became. Holding on to his last hope, James picked up the last beer bottle. However, before he could even open it, the front door opened. Andrew was home early.
“What are you up to Little Bear?" Andrew asked, his face lighting up as the funnel caught his eye. James tried to answer, but only burped loudly in his drunken stupor. Andrew laughed and came over to James quickly, rubbing his belly gently. “Wow," Andrew said in shock, “you packed yourself really nicely Little Bear, you're gonna rip right through this thing!" Andrew shook James' belly roughly, the contents of his stomach audibly sloshing around. Andrew looked around the room, spying the empty beer bottles littered around James. Andrew smiled widely. “You silly drunk bear! Let me help you finish this off!" Andrew exclaimed, opening the last bottle and placing the funnel back into James' mouth. Andrew poured the golden liquid down slowly and smoothly, and James gulped it down greedily, growling and moaning in pleasure as he felt the seams of the costume creak.
With the last gulp and an enormous burp, James' belly sprung free of the costume, ripping the bear suit right down the middle. James grinned in pride as the cool air hit his beer bloated belly. And then he stopped.
James studied himself in the mirror. He had never seen what his belly looked like outside of the suit, and he was unsure if he was horrified or amazed. His belly looked stuffed beyond belief, bloating out into a large, round ball as it sagged into his lap. It seemed hairier than before, though not by much, just enough to accentuate his changes. Moving upwards, his blue eyes stared at his sagging chest. What had once been powerful, albeit somewhat soft pecs, were now moobs that rested against the curve of his belly. It all felt strange, as though he had broken through some sort of hypnosis. Andrew laughed with delight to his left as he took James' hand in his, placing it on his belly and rubbing softly. James no longer growled with pleasure, only soft moans escaped his lips. Andrew bent down and kissed him on his stubbly cheek. Then, James got up and got out of the costume.
James looked at Andrew in confusion, as though the previous week had been erased from his mind. In truth, it hadn't, but now it all just seemed hazy. Did he love this man? Did he want this body? James looked over Andrew's handsome, muscular physique. Did he want HIS body? Andrew stripped slowly and lead James to the bathroom by hand. In a daze, James stepped into the shower with Andrew, his belly pressing up against Andrew's firm abs as Andrew pushed him playfully against the wall, planting a loving kiss on his lips. “Now, let me clean you up," Andrew said with a soft smile.
Andrew started with James' hair, which had been matted down by the costume, but still maintained its dark, golden blonde. “Did you plan on leaving?" James asked, “I saw the suitcase." Andrew laughed and kissed James' wet cheek as he scrubbed his hair. “I don't want you to go." James pleaded.
“You're right, I'm leaving," Andrew said with a knowing grin, “we both are."
“We are?" James asked, shocked at the idea of leaving even as he felt his desire to stay slowly leaving him.
“I've got a nice cabin up north, I thought it was about time to get out of the big city. I don't like having you stuck up here." Andrew washed his own hair next. “Besides, it'll be nice to get some fresh air." James pondered the idea in silence as he rinsed the shampoo and conditioner out of his hair. The hot water felt nice against his body, he had missed taking showers. Would there even be a shower at this cabin? The thought of not going lingered in his mind, but slowly got lost to to the feel of the shower. The buzz from the beers still ran through his mind.
Andrew grabbed the soap and began to scrub James' body, starting from his chest, making his moobs and belly jiggle ever so slightly. James blushed at the motion and instinctively moved forward to kiss Andrew on the cheek. Andrew ran his fingers through James' chest hair, his arousal clearly showing in his erect member. James was hard too. It felt weird not being confined to the costume. “It's not some run down place, you know," Andrew said reassuringly as he washed James' belly and then his own abs, pressing himself against James' bloated gut once more, “we'll have heat, and good food, and hot showers. All the comforts of home." Andrew smiled, and James did too. James ran his hand over his hairy belly, remembering the feel of the costume's fur. His chest and belly hair was just as soft, and he loved how it felt when it was wet. Andrew did too, and continued to run his fingers through James' belly and chest hair as he washed him. Whatever doubts that filled his mind after the costume split had left now. Even as a regular man, James was still in love. “It wasn't cheap either, but you deserve the best."
“But what about the restaurant?" James asked, concern evident in his tone.
“Don't worry about it James, it's taken care of." Andrew said with a nod. This was the first time he had addressed James as such since their morning at the bar. Once more, Andrew kissed James on the cheek, as it was his habit to do so. “What do you think about having dessert first tonight?" Andrew asked with a sly grin, still naked and dripping wet. James dropped the towel he was about to grab and nodded shyly, following Andrew into the bedroom.
“You know," Andrew said as he straddled James, “I missed being able to feel your skin on mine, James."
“Call me Little Bear," James said with a grin, blushing deep red. Andrew moved his hands up James' body, following his treasure trail up over the soft hill of his belly and through his chest hair up to his chin, at which he leaned down and kissed James on the lips, squeezing his moobs at the same time, eliciting a soft moan from James. Andrew moved back down, laying kisses all across his body until he reached James' cock, which stood proud next to Andrews. Andrew grasped both of them in one hand, rubbing them together gently as he massaged James' belly. James moaned softly at the touch, never having done such a thing before.
Andrew crawled further up James, rubbing his cock against James belly as he did so until he reached James' moobs. Once more, Andrew squeezed them gently before placing his cock in between the two. Andrew thrusted his cock softly between the two, already leaking pre as James' chest hair created more friction between Andrew's cock and his soft chest. James leaned forward slightly, his chins not helping him, but not completely preventing him from reaching his target. With each thrust, James would lick and kiss Andrew's tip, making the handsome man moan and move faster in delight. Andrew leaned forward and kissed James on the lips, tasting his own pre before pulling back one more time. Andrew moaned loudly as he came, his seed covering James' chest and chin, some even getting in his mouth. Then, James flipped Andrew over.
Just as Andrew had, James explored Andrew's body but with his tongue instead, James moved his tongue up and down Andrew's body, lapping at the space between his muscular chest and sucking ever so briefly on his nipples before moving down his six pack abs, following his treasure trail down to his cock. James lapped the cum off of Andrew's tip, and moaned loudly. As quickly as James had taken control, he had lost it again. Andrew forced himself up and moved James off of the bed, leaving him standing, his cock erect and pressing against his fat, sagging, beer filled belly. Andrew moved forward, laying on his stomach on the bed and leaning off so that he could get James' cock in his mouth. James just stood there, moaning loudly and rubbing his belly as Andrew sucked him off. James looked down, but couldn't see much past his large belly, only being able to see Andrew's head moving back and forth on his cock. “I'm close already," James moaned loudly. Andrew kept going, not taking heed of his warning. He moved his hands up to grope James' belly and ran his tongue down the underside of his shaft. As Andrew stopped at the tip, James' cock erupted right in his face with a moan. Most of the cum shot right into Andrew's waiting mouth, but some managed to spray his cheeks and chin. Andrew lapped it up happily, and when James had finally stopped, Andrew rolled back into bed, motioning for James to join him.
Andrew held James tight in bed, James nearly falling asleep from the buzz and excitement of his day. “You did great Little Bear," Andrew whispered as he pressed his head against James' chest. James kissed the top of Andrew's dark haired head and blushed.
“If only I was a real bear…" James muttered under his breath, playing with the idea in his mind.
Andrew heard this, and grinned wildly, pressing himself harder against James' soft, warm, hairy chest. Soon Little Bear, Andrew thought to himself, just you wait.
“So," James started with a grin, “What's for dinner?"