The Session
The Session
by Furio
1/20/2009, Revised 3/22/2009
For Rich, Michael, J., B., and all who know the unparalleled joy.
He entered the bedroom, tossed his keys on the dresser, stumbled towards the bed, and promptly fell on it, face down, mumbling words of thanks to the inanimate object's softness. This day had to be one of the most tiring ever. At 99% productivity, it was his hardest working day yet, and his belly rumbled in appreciation for the extra 1% the he took for lunch, which he had snarfed down only too quickly.
Bruce rolled over on his huge back. Forty-five years old. A huge, 350 pound, Kodiak bear. All tucked into his business attire, now feeling sweaty and constricting on his huge body. He growled a heavy sigh as he suddenly realized how tired he was, which there never felt time for during the day. It wasn't that he hated the work; the idea of doing some overtime was always good to bring in more money and block any invasive thoughts that would distract his workflow. But today, he simply had it with pleasing others and making everybody else happy. Now he could finally relax.
He heaved his huge body off the bed and sighed, looking down at the enormous belly that blocked the sight of his own huge footpaws. He grimaced. His weight was natural for his species and age, and aptly healthy, too. But sometimes it just felt like a complete annoyance whenever he tried to get up from sitting or lying down. It was something bears like him just needed to get used to in this day and age, as he remembered that even his feral ancestors sported the same sizes, if not larger, many centuries ago.
Sighing again, Bruce walked over to his closet, slipped off his business coat, and passed his full-length mirror. He stopped to look into it.
It took just that.
He looked intently at the bear staring back at him, dressed in a long-sleeved white office shirt, pinstripe tie, grey business slacks, and huge black dress shoes, designed carefully to accommodate his wide, natural ursine paws. He blinked. Was that him?
Bruce felt something gurgle oddly in his belly. He put one large paw on it to "quiet" it down, then watched as his paw moved in slow, almost sensual, circles around the heavy girth.
He blinked again, looking with a sense of confusion at the stunned face looking back at him. Bruce had a large, kind face that made him a winner at work with his co-workers, and his thick neck made him look all the more natural, like his ancestors. He stroked the fur all around his neck with his claws, wondering if he needed a trim or if he should just let it continue to grow.
He turned slightly to form a profile view of his body in the mirror. Lifting one paw, he pressed it against the top of his chest, moving it slowly down his belly, feeling the large, soft, curved parabola of flesh and fat.
The gurgle rumbled within him again. He felt his whole body shiver, and was almost surprised to see a grin forming at the corners of his muzzle.
He liked what he saw.
Bruce chuckled in surprise. He never had felt like this before...what was bringing these feelings upon him now? He certainly wasn't the kind of bear to be vain or exceedingly proud of his body. He knew he wasn't ashamed of it either. It just usually didn't seem so...important.
But now, it seemed like everything that WAS important.
Bruce stepped a back a bit from the mirror shaking his head in surprise. What was happening? Why did this feel so strange? He looked at one of his paws casually.
It was huge. Bruce could not deny that he had very large paws, though this was indicative of his species. He turned it over, looking at the fur all over, save for the bottoms, where he retained large brown leathery pads. Each of the digits, which had separated more into his anthro-evolution, was thick, furry, and stubby.
He flexed the individual fingers of his paw, marveling at the structure. He laughed again. Why was he so fascinated by his own body, all of a sudden? He looked back into the mirror to see a bear smirking at him. He enjoyed his expressions, even if he thought them rather silly.
He stopped smirking to fold his huge arms and gaze into the mirror, eyelids lowered, with one eyebrow raised. "You're pretty hot, you know that?" he growled in a lustful manner. He chuckled again, but then felt that warmth in his belly gurgle again. He dropped his arms to stare wide-eyed at his reflection.
"Shit," he mumbled. "What the hell am I doing?!!" He looked again at his paws and back at his reflection. He felt a warmth from below his belly.
Was he turning himself on??!!
Bruce smirked again. It wasn't that he didn't feel these feelings before, but usually they were in reaction to the cute, loveable fox co-worker that he had secret desires for, or for those muscular wolves on TV for certain growth formula advertisements. He never thought that he could find himself interesting, being so big, fat, and ungainly.
But now...it just felt different. He liked what he saw. Was there anything seriously wrong with that?
Bruce smiled. He lifted one footpaw to push off a shoe on the other one. With that released paw, he pushed off the other shoe, exposing huge, socked, footpaws. He slowly tapped them on the ground alternately, loving how stubby they looked.
He laughed again, unable to believe he was finding his own footpaws attractive. If he hadn't jacked off the previous night, he would say that he was getting desperate for sexual stimulus. But at this time, he just loved seeing his own body.
With some difficulty, he pulled off the socks with his hand-paws, holding onto the dresser for support as he lifted his legs to reach his feet. As he brought his footpaws, and socks, slightly closer to his face, his sensitive nose caught the heavy musk of sweat that they emitted. His nose twitched. Then his eyes widened.
He looked at the sock in utter surprise. With trepidation, he slowly brought it to his extra-sensitive nose, and took in a deep inhalation.
He instantly brought it away from his nose. "WWWHOOOA!!!" he growled out loud. He could practically feel his brain explode in reaction.
Though he wasn't aware of it, millions of synapses in his brain started activating at once, triggered by the odor of his own socks/sweat. They gathered together and sent impulses down his long spine to every corner of his body.
But the only thing Bruce felt was a chill down his back, and a quiver in his paw. He looked at the sock again.
The scent.
"Wow..." Bruce mumbled. He could not believe that sweat could be such a powerful pheromone. With a trembling paw, he placed the sock over the edge of the bed, as if its power was not to be toyed with, lest great evils be brought about.
He breathed rapidly and deeply, as if he was almost hyperventilating, then looked back into the mirror. His belly rose and fell with his breathing, seeming to swell and deflate rhythmically in his office shirt. As it inflated, the buttons around the shirt grew tight and straining, and upon inhalation, they relaxed, as he grew slightly thinner.
Bruce grinned broadly. He stood directly in front of the mirror to face it, taking in slow, deep breaths. He growled.
"You're...so...big..." he murred quietly. He took even deeper breaths, inhaling very slowly to fill up his belly, watching the buttons strain more and more. He bared his short, sharp teeth and took a deep inhalation, and then released it, painfully slowly, watching his belly grow larger...larger....
The buttons...they stretched at the fabric of his shirt, trying so hard to keep it together....they...they were going to....to...!!!!
*POP!* *POP!*
Two buttons instantly flew off the shirt, revealing a thick white undershirt underneath. Bruce growled in excited approval, enjoying this moment completely. He vigorously undid his tie and threw it to one side of the room. With some fumbling, he managed to undo each of the other confining buttons of his shirt and throw it off, too. Now all he saw was a huge, fat bear, bare-pawed, in nothing but dress slacks and a short-sleeve undershirt.
A huge, HOT, fat bear.
Bruce laughed again, unable to believe how vain he was getting. He wasn't like this! What was making him feel this way? His scent? His paws? His eyes?
He looked deep into the mirror, moving a bit closer. Bruce had the most interesting eyes of most ursines, according to friends and coworkers, at least. They seemed somewhat green, but they changed color at times to a gentle blue. He had always wished they were deep and brown, like most of his ursine brothers, but now, he liked how they looked.
He blinked slowly. His eyes were warm...conveying a sense of friendliness and tenderness that he so often wanted to share with others.
Then he closed the lids half-way and grinned. Now he just looked sexy.
He stepped back again and fumbled at getting his shirt off. It was always a bit of a task, usually, with his weight and thick furry arms. He pulled at the fabric, growling a bit in frustration, then looking back at the mirror at the almost comical sight of him trying to pull the damn thing off.
He growled again, a thick, rich rumble in his throat. Louder and louder was the growl as he bared his teeth. He looked down at that stupid undershirt. It was mocking him, laughing at him for being unable to pull it off!
"Stupid...fucking...CLOTHES!!!" He roared, pulling and tearing the undershirt down the side, clawing at it furiously, ripping it into pieces and throwing it to one side of the bedroom, laughing the whole time. At this time, clothes just felt WRONG. He didn't want ANYTHING hiding his natural body!
He looked again into the mirror and nearly stopped breathing.
Bruce had a thick, wide, chest, enough to accommodate his massive belly, but also giving the impression that he was blessed with powerful muscle, hidden deep within. Indeed, since muscle weighed more than fat, Bruce had often wondered just how strong he was. He was known to help out at the office with moving large cabinets and office fridges with the greatest of ease, and many were jealous of his physique. Bruce normally just blushed and thanked them good-naturedly, saying it was nothing.
Now, it certainly wasn't nothing.
Bruce's eyes widened at the sight he saw. Bare-chested, huge, and furry. Thick brown fur coated Bruce's chest and belly perfectly, making him look even larger than he naturally was. He scratched his chest and belly lazily with his claws, licking his muzzle all around with his tongue. He definitely liked what he saw.
He lifted one arm slowly to flex it, feeling the muscle within expand as he bent his arm at the elbow to flex. He looked at the thick, furry bicep, and growled pleasingly. He lifted the other arm to flex it. He looked back into the mirror again. God, he was fat AND muscular! Hotter than hell! What more could he possibly want?
As if to answer, that warmth below his belly fired up again. He dropped his arms, shivering again in excitement.
Bruce looked down at his belly, smiling at the odd position of his slacks. The truth was, Bruce had short legs. Just like his ancestors, they were stubby, with his belly and torso taking up most of his height. But these slacks were custom made for bears. The waistline wrapped higher up on the belly, making the torso look smaller, though the fat could definitely not be ignored. Some bears hated this illusion that clothes made on them.
Which was precisely why Bruce tugged at the belt, pulling it off, and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. He shook them off his footpaws.
Now he was standing, in his low-worn boxer shorts alone, in front of a mirror.
He stood with his arms at his sides, directly in front of it. He growled.
"You...sexy...thing..."
He looked down at this boxer shorts, then back up at his face, as if to question whether he should or not. He felt like this was a moment to be savored. But he also felt like he couldn't wait! He WANTED to be naked! He wanted to throw out all the vestiges of society...the office, the clothes, the formality of everything, and just be HIMSELF. Again, was that so wrong?
He turned around slowly, looking at his huge broad back, with the characteristic hump that all Kodiaks were blessed with. To some, it was unsightly, but to Bruce, it was beautiful. He flexed his arms over his head, joining his paws together, his eyes traveling down his spine to his tail, which poked out from his boxers.
He growled pleasurably at seeing his tail. He loved it. It was so short and stubby, nothing like the fox tails on his coworkers that he envied, at times. He focused on his posterior and muscles, watching his tail twitch side to side in a cute and sexy manner. He laughed out loud, then turned around again to face the mirror.
He sighed deeply, his belly inflating and deflating again.
He was beautiful.
Truly. Bruce didn't know how many other bears loved their bodies as much he was loving his right now. He had no idea what made him want to engage in any of these activities, but Bruce was trying his best not to give a damn. He was going to enjoy this.
With shaking paws, he spread them around the edges of his boxers.
It was at that moment that Bruce realized something. Typically, the underwear was the last article of clothing anyone took off. It was also the same piece that virtually NO ONE would take off in front of anyone else.
A common idea, to be sure. But to Bruce, it just seemed so strange now, and so incredibly hot.
To think that this area of his body was the most secret...the most untouched...the most private part of all... His heart beat rapidly in his chest at the thought that he would soon reveal the most private part of his body to himself.
Of course, he had seen his penis many times in his life. But now, he almost wanted to imagine that this would be the first time he ever saw it...as if discovering a great, unknown secret. The thought tantalized him and made him lick at his muzzle again in a slow, seductive manner. He hooked two claws around the edge of his boxers and stretched them apart...widening them and lowering them ever so slowly.
They soon fell to the floor. He did not step out of them, as he was paralyzed with pure wonder.
His penis.
It was full, erect, thick, and incredibly beautiful.
But he frowned, too. Yes, he was aroused, but the funny thing was, he didn't want to be so. Not yet.
Remembering a trick he saw on a documentary, Bruce carefully brought his paw to his penis and placed two digits around it, near the head. He gently squeezed, eliciting a small yelp of pain. He breathed deeply to calm himself down, closing his eyes and trying to clear his thoughts of all arousing feelings.
Minutes passed. Bruce could feel the rigidness of his penis shrink down more and more, retreating into his body. He sighed and let go slowly, opening his eyes again.
He laughed, too, thinking the whole process very silly. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy seeing himself erect. It was just that, at this time, he wanted to see himself grow erect. THAT was truly exciting.
Bruce breathed again, looking at his completely naked body. Naked. The word rolled around in his head happily, seeming almost...delicious.
"Naked....naked..." he mumbled over and over, closing his eyes again and allowing his long pink tongue to slide out of his mouth and slowly move around his teeth and lips. He opened his eyes quickly again, remembering that he wanted to watch himself.
And sure enough, his penis was already beginning to react.
He looked down in his reflection (as, sadly, his belly was too large for him to look past) at the lump of fur that was moving around very slowly. He could see a small spot of pink starting to grow amidst the fur. It creeped out very slowly, as if asking if it was safe to come out. Bruce looked at it with wonder.
How was it possible?
How could his penis GROW? Sure, it was a common experience for EVERY male, human or anthro, but this time, it almost seemed...magical.
He quickly placed a paw on his chest where his heart lay beating underneath, at a moderately fast tempo. Bruce closed his eyes again, imagining seeing his huge heart pump more and more blood throughout his body, with particular attention being paid to his penis. He thought of his enormous lungs taking in large quantities of air, energizing his body to continue the process. He smiled and opened his eyes again, not wanting to miss the glory of a growing erection.
His penis continued to grow a little bit more, stopping at around 5 inches. Bruce knew some men wished they could have bigger penises, but he shook his head. Large penises were too intimidating to him. He was perfect. Besides, if a woman's vagina was typically made to accommodate only a certain amount inside her, what would the rest of the length be used for?
Bruce grinned at realizing he would never need to worry about that. He looked into his own reflection's eyes with even more seduction.
He looked back down at his penis, amazed at the shape. Thanks to evolution and adaptation, many anthros' penises had developed in the past thousand years to resemble those of human males. Some thought this was a crying shame, to lose one's ancestral traits, but after Bruce had done research into his species and found out how embarrassingly straw-like his ancestors' penises were, he was all the more grateful to humans for endowing him with something that he perceived as incredibly beautiful.
"Very beautiful indeed," whispered Bruce, reaching out one paw to slowly stroke the veined, warm length of his penis.
Life, he suddenly heard in his mind.
He suddenly reeled a bit at the odd thought. Why had he just thought that right now? He looked down at his penis.
"Oh," he mumbled, believing himself to understand. He reached lower with his paw and cradled his testicles gently, almost completely hidden by fur, but noticeable in his paws. He rolled them slowly, imagining all the tiny, active sperm cells being born within, millions upon millions every day of his life.
Life within him. He smiled. It was truly a beautiful thing. And his penis, his own penis, was the Creator. It carried the power to create life itself, if he wanted to do so.
He sighed with amazement, and wondered again. How was it possible? How could he create another bear, simply through an act of incredible physical pleasure? Why were the mechanics of life so ingenuously perfect?
He looked back up at his reflection, showing him touching his testicles, and now going back to holding his penis tenderly in his paw. He smiled gently, suddenly feeling the most intimate feelings imaginable flood his heart.
"I love you," he whispered quietly. He reached out with another paw to gently touch the mirror, paw against paw-reflection.
He closed his eyes. "I love you."
He meant it.
He opened his eyes and suddenly felt an out-of-body experience, one where he saw himself doing and saying all of this.
As a response, he burst into the most uncontrollable fit of laughter ever, turning around and putting one paw on the bedframe for support, lest he fall and hurt himself.
He could not believe he was doing any of this! How the hell was he finding himself sexy and so desirable to himself?!! What was going on through his head? He laughed again, thinking the whole thing extremely funny. He opened his eyes and looked at the bed.
The bed.
He stopped laughing. He looked behind him again, at his reflection, getting a good view of his huge, solid rump and tail.
He looked back at the bed, a secret, powerful rumbling growing within his belly.
His heart beat faster.
He could do it.
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Minutes later, everything was ready.
Two towels laid out on the bed, unfolded.
All doors and windows locked. Shades drawn.
Phones unplugged.
Candles lit in strategic places, by the bedside, a few by the mirror.
A small, wooden box on the bedside table.
No interruptions. No outside forces involved.
The bathroom door slowly opened. Steam from the hot shower issued forth, creating what would have appeared to be a dramatic, smoky entrance, had this been in front of an audience.
A huge, bare footpaw stepped from the bathroom tile floor, to the soft carpet of the bedroom.
A large, heavy form stepped into the bedroom. A huge, fat, powerful bear. Dressed in a heavy, dark blue bathrobe, he walked slowly into the room, approaching the foot of the bed, to stand in front of it. He turned to face it.
He regarded the simple piece of furniture with heavy interest and deep reverence. As if it was a mighty, powerful god of some sort, one that had control over him and could elicit the most powerful, incredible feelings from him whenever he wanted.
Bruce swallowed hard, feeling a drop of hot water from his shower fall from somewhere on his nearly-dry body.
He reached out a paw and slowly placed it on the bed, feeling the softness of the mattress underneath. He spread it around slowly, as if it was the body of a lover he had longed so much to see naked. He smiled.
Good, he thought. This is just perfect.
He slowly approached the mirror, the only other "god" in the room. He stood in front of it, putting his paws into his bathrobe pockets and looking at himself casually.
"Hello," he said. His reflection replied as well, at the exact same time.
Bruce chuckled. Normally, this would seem completely silly to him, but tonight, he wouldn't give a damn what anyone thought. This was all for him.
"You're a pretty hot bear, you know." He was silent for a couple of seconds.
"You know, you and I grew up together. We've seen a lot of things together, you and I. Been through a lot, too. Childhood, puberty, our first masturbatory experience, various...nonsexual activites..." He laughed again at realizing there was only one thing dominating his mind, and he was having trouble thinking of anything else.
"I haven't paid a lot of attention to you, and...and I'm sorry about that. It's only right that, you know, we should be kind to others and not be so selfish..."
"But I wonder, don't you think you and I deserve a little private time together?" He reached out to touch the reflection again, momentarily wondering what it would be like if that other bear could step out of the mirror.
"I never really stopped to marvel at you...or to realize just how much of a miracle you are. Everything that you've become, that you've grown to be...is just...so....amazing."
Bruce shivered. He felt his tongue get tied as he realized he wanted to get through this quickly so he could get to the exciting parts of the night, but his mind willed himself to take it slowly.
"I have no idea what drove me to do any of this tonight, but only one thing matters. You. You matter SO MUCH to me....You are beautiful....I love you...and I want you."
He untied the bathrobe, opened it, and slipped it off his wide shoulders. It fell effortlessly to the floor.
"Let's make tonight OUR night."
His penis was already fully erect and awaiting the touch of its owner. Bruce smiled and slowly moved a free paw to wrap his digits around it.
Electricity fired up into his brain, and excitement flooded his heart. He found himself letting go of his penis very quickly.
"Ffffuck..." he mumbled. It was too pleasurable. If he did it like that, he would cum almost immediately. And he didn't want that. He wanted to worship himself tonight. He would be the third god, the almighty creator in his own private universe: his bedroom.
He moved to the bed and laid down on the towels very slowly, his head settled on the soft pillows, and his huge girth nestling comfortably into the soft, warm bed. He sighed with absolute calmness and relaxation.
He grinned. Not for long, he thought.
He pressed one paw against his upper chest, sifting his claws through the thick fur. Fur. Warm, broad, deep fur that just seemed to go on forever all over his body. He LOVED it. He was so happy to be blessed with tons of it, and looked with happiness at the wild, brown grass that seemed to move so effortlessly as his claws stroked gently through it.
As his paws moved through his fur, he felt something furless bump gently against a claw. He chuckled at realizing what it was. He parted a bit of the fur around it to see more clearly.
A nipple.
A large, brownish, nipple, growing rather fast as a response to his own sensual touch. He watched the tip of it grow and extend, rubbing it gently with a pad of his finger.
He sighed at realizing his jealousy of women at this point. Ever since he realized the commonality of nipples between males and females, he realized how much he wanted to know what it was like to lactate, to give milk and watch it come out of you. Perhaps he wouldn't have much use for it even if he could do it, but the idea was always so interesting to him. Male nipples seemed purely to be made for pleasure, and nothing else.
He moved slowly to the opposite side of his body, finding his other nipple, and tracing small circles with one claw around it, until it grew as large as the first nipple. He touched both nipples at the same time with both paws, pleased at the response that they emitted.
His paws now traveled down his belly. His belly. Bruce smiled in open-mouthed happiness, his tongue hanging out in joy at feeling the fullness of his body, culminated in his perfect belly.
He slowly moved his paws down to feel the warm curve of fat through his thick fur, but that slow movement turned into gentle molding of the softer parts of fat in his belly, and then into frantic grabbing of pawfuls of thick, rich flesh from all over his stomach.
Bruce's heart palpitated furiously as he realized how much he LOVED being fat. When he went through puberty, he put on nearly over one hundred pounds, thanks to the coupling of hormonal surges and huge eating binges that his growing stomach craved every single day. It was a normal thing for bears, especially kodiaks. But for Bruce, it was almost a turn-on.
As he continued to grab at and mold his fat belly, he lolled his head, remembering a simple incident earlier in the week that just seemed all the more erotic to him now.
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He had bought a Bavarian-crème filled, chocolate-covered donut for a brief snack during the day, and had gone outside to eat it on a bench. He remembered slowly unwrapping the doughnut, looking at the golden cakey layer, and the thick, brownish-black coating of milk chocolate that covered the top and dripped tantalizingly down the sides. Bruce's eyes had traveled all over the doughnut, looking at its structure...the very object of food made his stomach scream with longing to be filled.
But Bruce remembered something he had done that was rather interesting. He had lolled out his tongue very slowly, licking just a little bit off the base of the doughnut, tasting the very essence of the cakey layer. He allowed the taste to flow all over his long tongue, letting what little of it slide down his belly, torturing it...making it pine for more!
Bruce's heart raced in the present as one paw continued to stroke his belly, and the other paw moved further down. He didn't want to stop remembering.
The doughnut looked so perfect...so round...Bruce remembered not even wanting to defile it by chomping at it with his sharp teeth. But he wanted it. He wanted to feel it enter his belly...to add to his already huge weight! He had never felt like this before about food, but this time, it just felt so incredibly exciting.
With an almost quivering jaw, Bruce slowly opened his muzzle wide. The doughnut moved closer to his mouth...part of it was already inside...he started to close his muzzle...he could feel his teeth sink into that precious chocolate layer...the cake...THE CREAM!!!!
His eyes widened and his senses exploded as he felt cream almost BURST out of the doughnut into his mouth! He might as well have been giving a blowjob to someone, as he felt thick, delicious cream flood his muzzle and slide into his throat! It went down, deep into his belly; he could almost feel it grow larger with added calories. He bit again into the donut, faster this time, again, and again!!!
The sheer BLISS of eating! The JOY of taste, smell, and food! Bruce remembered moaning and even feeling an erection in his trousers grow as he continued to snarf down his precious doughnut, regretting not buying a second, but not stopping to enjoy the sensual, exciting moment of eating his favorite food. He lapped at leftover cream and chocolate in the wrapper and licked his chops in satisfaction, stopping only to breathe deeply over and over again in extraordinary happiness.
"Wow, looks like you enjoyed that one, Bruce!"
He opened his eyes to see Tal, his co-worker, looking at him with a wide grin.
Bruce's ears flattened a bit on his head and he smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess I did." They both laughed.
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Bruce laughed in the present, too, remembering that Tal had meant to be good-natured to him, and not teasing. He liked that fox a lot. He was so sweet, loveable...sexy...
Bruce growled in pleasure....he was so lost in fantasy, he had not realizing that he was already stroking his own penis, loving the heat it seemed to gently radiate into his paw. He rubbed his footpaws against each other, loving them as well. His legs, his chest, his testicles. He loved his whole body!
He looked down at his penis fondly. This truly was the perfect night.
He grinned. But he could make it even better.
He slowly lifted his free paw, and, without looking, reached over to the wooden box on the table, slowly opening it. Inside were two objects that were very precious to Bruce, one of which he had never used before.
He picked out the more familiar object, a small bottle of lubricant, which he rarely used. This was the most powerful stuff he could find. Economical, too, as only a single drop was enough to lubricate a broad surface.
But it still made Bruce shiver. He knew that just a LITTLE of this could excite him tons. He opened the bottle carefully, tipping it upside down, careful to squeeze out one tiny drop onto his huge paw. It shone briefly in the light of the candles, and seemed to emit the faint scent of grape soda, for some reason, to Bruce's sensitive nose.
He smiled. He liked grape soda.
Bruce spread the drop around in his paw, and sure enough, it lubricated the pad surfaces almost completely. He closed the bottle with his free paw and set back down into the box. He settled back on the bed and looked at his penis, which had shrunk a little bit as he had left off.
He touched it with the lubricated paw.
His back arched. His legs spread. His muzzle dropped open.
"Holy....fucking...shit...."
First, it was slightly cold, but even that was a bit arousing.
Second, it was slick. It moved effortlessly down his length.
Third, it flooded Bruce's senses.
He curled the lubricated paw around the penis and moved it up and down again. His hips moved in rhythm with the stroking. He growled and murred in incomparable pleasure, writhing his head on the pillows, feeling alternately pleasured and tortured...He WANTED to cum! But his brain kept telling him, Patience...patience.
The stroking continued for what seemed like hours. He slowed down, sped up, twisted his paw around to feel different textures of the padding, and spread the paw flat on his penis, moving down to his testicles, which drew closer to his body, a sure sign that he was getting close. He stopped stroking, trying to breathe and calm himself down.
But he couldn't calm down. He was excited!!! He had never felt this happy in his whole life!
He looked at the bedroom around him. For what he felt like, one would have assumed he was high on drugs or something, as everything suddenly looked simply wonderful. Even the most benign things: the carpet, the lamp, the box, his footpaws, the bedpost. Everything was BEAUTIFUL! His eyes were wide in euphoric joy as the rush of endorphins in his bloodstream just made everything seem to glow.
He almost squealed in delight as he suddenly got off the bed and stood up looking around him in wonder, then back down at his penis, still grasped by his lubricated (and now heated) paw.
It was then that he did what he later thought was the oddest and funniest thing imaginable for that moment.
He started to dance.
His paws started stomping on the floor in rhythm as some weird tune entered his head. He started to move and sway around the room in a sort of disco-rhythm, lumbering his huge body in bumps and grinds with an invisible partner, moving his paws on the floor wildly.
He continued to dance and step around in a sometimes rhythmic, sometimes disorganized manner, every now and then going back to his penis and giving it a couple of short, swift strokes, then stopping in front of the mirror and dancing with his own reflection for a while, absolutely loving the huge fat form that was moving so sexily with him!
He clapped his paws and danced again in the room, tunes wildly going through his head, from "I'm Just a Love Machine" to "The Stroke". He continued to stomp the floor with his huge weight, enjoying the rumble that the whole room echoed at once, careful to not bump into or knock any of the candles over.
"So fuckin' hot!!" Bruce growled, enjoying this completely. This was HIS night! No one else's! He was going to make himself the star tonight, in every single way! He danced back over to the mirror, leaning on the bed and looking behind him to see the huge sexy rump and tail wagging behind him in rhythm, not to mention...
He stopped dancing.
He saw it...he looked quickly back at the box.
He looked back at his tail.
Then he just grinned broadly and said, "Oh hell, why not?!" He eagerly pounced back onto the bed, and opened the box again, taking out the lubricant one more time, and, with a slower, more tentative movement of his paw, the other object.
It was a dildo. It was rather small, compared to other dildos he had seen. It was based on a fox's penis, and was short, only about four inches or so.
However, when Bruce had seen it in an online catalog, he was struck with just the natural beauty of it, as well as its gentleness, compared to the gigantic, thick dildos that just scared him.
But this was different. This was better. It was made of a textured, gelled rubber of some kind, carefully detailed to match an actual penis. It was so much fun to touch, even if sex was the last thing on Bruce's mind. Not the case now.
He fingered the dildo gently with his paw, wondering if Tal's penis looked the same. He smiled, hoping it was just as beautiful. Another Creator.
He swallowed nervously, too. He had never used this, nor any dildo in his life before, as he had never tried anything anal. The idea always seemed to intimidating to him, to stick something into a part of his body where stuff was supposed to come OUT. How could he even think of doing something like that?
But the secret thing was, he wanted to try it. He wanted to see what all the hubbub was about, and why so many people, male or female, gay or straight, seemed to like it. He was worried, but, he reasoned, since he was doing it to himself, and with something small, how could anything bad happen?
So thinking, he dripped a bit of lubricant on the dildo, making sure it was adequately coated. Placing the bottle back on the nightstand, he took a deep breath and attempted to lift his short legs, feeling around his rump for his tail-hole.
After some struggle, he finally found it. He touched it gently, wondering what was so erotic about it, since he never usually felt any fantasies or interests in it.
"Maybe this won't work," he wondered aloud. If not, it wouldn't have been any trouble. But again, this was his night, and he wanted to make it worth everything, even trying new things. Dancing around his bedroom with a huge erection was just the start.
He put a few drops of lubricant on his paw and started to massage the area around his tail hole. He carefully inserted a claw into his anus, trying to part it without tearing at it. He bent the claw gently, using his lubricated knuckles to spread around his tail-hole, still with some difficulty. He sighed and gave up, hoping that the dildo would help with the rest.
He took it carefully into his paw and moved it to his anal region. He felt sweat bead on his furry brow, feeling both excited and nervous. What would this feel like? Would it hurt?
Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved the tip of the lubed-up fox penis to his tail-hole. He felt it stroke against his opening with a cold wetness. "Oooooohhhh..." he moaned, feeling suddenly excited again. He pushed it a bit closer, feeling it move and struggle against what felt like a barrier of flesh. His anal wall still felt closed, not wanting something inside.
He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to will himself to relax, to let himself go. The muscles softened a bit in his anus, but refused to still let the dildo in. He continued to gently push, as his mind refocused into thoughts that would relax him more.
He thought of Tal, that warm smile, and that loving countenance. He imagined Tal slowly undressing for him...removing every article of clothing...exposing a white, furry chest...brownish-black hind paws that stood perfectly digitigrade, a thick, flowing fox tail, and most importantly, that perfect penis.
He imagined him moving to the huge bear, that smile never leaving his face. That warmth...a kiss from that soft muzzle...the penis sliding against his own...two penises...male against male...male loving male...the perfect unity....
He sighed and felt the fox move lower....wanting to truly unite with this bear...pushing....pushing...deep inside...entering him....
"Ohhhh Tallll..." murred Bruce, his heart craving that warm fox in his arms, to feel him push so deeply....sooo deeply...
Deep...
....ly...?
Bruce's eyes and muzzle slowly opened in wonder.
It was completely inside.
It was like a door in Bruce's body, after years of being closed, had suddenly, gently, opened. The dildo had slid into his body, effortlessly, as if it had finally come home to where it belonged.
It was the most perfect feeling he had ever felt in his whole life.
"Tal..." whispered Bruce again, his eyesight dimming with tears. He didn't want to think that a dildo was entering him. He wanted to think Tal was doing so. That's what made it truly enjoyable and relaxing. Someone he cared for, liked...maybe even loved...making love with him. Bonding with him.
Bruce began to move the dildo in and out of his anus with gentle, thrusting movements... with his other paw, he stroked himself again...pleasuring two parts of his body at the same time.
He could not believe this was happening. This was pleasure! This was SEX! Bruce growled and moaned as lustful feelings overwhelmed him yet again!
He thrust the dildo in and out of him more quickly. He pawed off faster, too. Heat was growing in his body at an exponential rate. Priming himself constantly, and then leaving off for a while, only served to make the erections and desires stronger!
Bruce thrust and pawed faster and faster. His legs spread, his footpaws moved wildly, and his belly heaved. He looked vigorously at different parts of his body. His erect nipples...his feet...his penis....his belly....
He turned his head rapidly to look into the mirror, which was not angled appropriately for a good reflection of himself. He growled and got up again, still masturbating himself in both areas, and stumbled towards the mirror.
He watched himself pleasuring himself and enjoyed it. It was so HOT to watch him love his body in so many ways! But he didn't feel like dancing this time. Rather, a different feeling was growing inside him.
"You're...so ...hot..." growled Bruce lustfully. He continued to pound the dildo inside him and jack himself off, feeling himself grow closer to orgasm with every second, and only slowing down the pace when he felt himself grow too close. He was going to torture himself...to savor this moment. It would just make the orgasm extraordinarily powerful, he knew.
"So...fucking....hot..." growled Bruce again. "You're...a bear."
It was then that his eyes widened. He let go of the dildo and concentrated on just using his anal muscles to pull it in and out. He grasped his penis with both paws.
"A bear.....a BEAR!!!"
He then lost all control. All remnants of civilized society flew from him. He firmly threw himself on the ground, on all fours. Looking into the mirror, he realized the exciting truth. He was no longer an anthro. He was a pure animal.
"I'M A BEAR!!!!" he roared.
He instantly started lumbering around on all fours in the room, growling and roaring with animalistic pleasure. He found the sock he had thrown aside earlier and nosed it, taking in a deep sniff. The scent overpowered him again, filling him with sexual energy. He rolled over on his side, flexing his anal muscles again and pawing off vigorously. He started rolling all around, roaring and growling. A true animal in heat.
His blue/green eyes seemed to fire up with yellow and orange as he suddenly realized that he wanted nothing but sex. He thought of a walrus doorman he saw earlier that day. He wanted him. He thought of Tal and two wolves that worked near his cubicle. He wanted to suck them off! He even thought of women he had met earlier that week, as total strangers! He wanted to penetrate them!!! Every object in the room seemed sexual to him, seemed hot and exciting, ready to hump or rub against!
His mind was so drunk on sex and self-pleasure, nothing else seemed real. He writhed on the floor in madness, then quickly clambered up to his hind paws and got in front of the mirror again. What he saw was so different from what he started out seeing, from a formal, civilized, working member of society, to a BEAR, naked, wild, and ready to create life itself.
He loved that bear! He was hot! He was perfect! He was a veritable god of sex! He growled, lusting for himself and wanting nothing but himself!
He pulled the dildo almost completely into his body. His eyes widened. He gripped the sides of the mirror, leaning in close to his reflection and fogging it up completely with overwhelming heat from his muzzle.
Only one truth laid in his mind. It bubbled to the surface, causing a huge, wet explosion!
"I.... LOVE.....SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He roared the final word out loud, throwing his head back and bucking his hips powerfully in front of him, feeling a white-gold eruption of fire and light burst within his body. He roared over and over as life spewed forth in torrential ropes on the surface of the mirror. He bucked over and over again ...three... four... five.... six....seven...eight times he thrust his hips forward, losing complete control, banging his head against the mirror, sometimes trying to lick and kiss his own reflection, sometimes wishing he could fuck it and feel his own huge body surround him. He writhed his head and continued to roar until his orgasm finally decided to die down, a splattering of wet, thick semen slowly sliding down the mirror's surface, dripping onto the carpet below.
Bruce felt his legs buckle and shake as he suddenly felt very unstable. He staggered backwards and fell, fortunately, on the bed. His heart was racing against time, and it was only then that Bruce realized that sweat had completely coated his body. He felt damp and wet all over, his body spasming every other second in response to his overwhelmingly powerful orgasm.
Bruce moved further back onto the bed, lying on the towels again, also damp with sweat that he had produced while thinking about that incredible doughnut. He sighed, and gazed at the ceiling, at random dots and speckles that were missed by paint jobs. He breathed deeply, slowly lifting himself to pull the dildo out of his anus, and set it by the wooden box again.
He lifted his head slightly to look down at his penis, which had once again retreated into the hidden confines of his fur, where nobody would know the inexplicable power that lay beneath.
He smiled and cupped it and his testicles with one paw. He leaned his head back and allowed the thought to float freely into his mind.
Life.
He crossed his thick legs casually and sighed, falling asleep in the most peaceful, perfect manner imaginable.
Life is good.
The End
Final note: To ALL my watchers and readers of my stories, I am DEEPLY sorry for not posting in such a long time, and take full responsibility if anyone is upset. I have many more stories in the works, including sequels to Truest Form, so please leave your comments and criticisms, read as much as you like (if you're anything like me with some stories on this site!), and HUGE HUGS to y'all! Thank you for reading! ;)