Little Bear - Chapter 2
Story by The Rhys on SoFurry
James wakes up in a strange situation, but maybe, just maybe, being big wouldn't be so bad? He DOES sound cute in that little bear costume too...
The costume fit James surprisingly poorly. While it was reasonably tight to his arms and legs, the chest and belly of the suit wrinkled like a deflated ball in front of him. James was not big enough to fill up fairly expansive portion just yet, but as Andrew held James down (quite easily so) and forced him into the costume, Andrew reassured him that it should fit nice and snug soon. James did not put up much of a fight as Andrew dressed him, he couldn’t even if he wanted too. The alcohol still ran through his system as Andrew held him down, taking care not to hurt him. But that was over an hour ago, and he had yet to see the pair again after Andrew re-bound him to the chair. Andrew wasn’t gone though, James knew that much. He could hear Andrew talking casually on the phone in his bedroom and as his buzz drifted away and a horrible hangover took its place, he could make out only bits and pieces of conversations he seemed to be having. The most common words were also the ones that begged and received his attention: “fatten”, “stuff”, “grow”, “transform”. All of these words ran like water from their lips, without much care but always rushing to a bigger idea. Andrew had told James what he intended to do before, when James had woken up, but back then the world was a blur, and while it was finally beginning to clear up, he really wished that the buzz would linger in his mind. None of this made any sense.
James didn’t know what shocked him more, Andrew’s secret and insane obsession with James and his weight or the bear outfit that he was forced into. Each one was mind boggling in its own way. James had known Andrew was always a little odd towards him. The compliments were the biggest tip off, but the way that Andrew stared at James? That should’ve been a warning sign from the start that something was going on. Not necessarily a bad thing. But something. Had Andrew just professed his feelings for him, then maybe they could’ve talked it out, not that James was gay, but they could’ve come out as better friends than before, or at least set up some boundaries in the process. It wasn’t as though James was homophobic, at least, not in any way that he thought he might’ve been. Is this hostility? James thought, or is this just some messed up way of trying to get with me? James pondered this thought for a while, tuning out the conversation coming from the bedroom. Would it make a difference?
Then came the question of the costume. The proportions were all spot on, save for the middle, and based on the conversation, it became clear that the pair intended for him to grow, to get a large, fat belly to fill up the empty space. The idea mostly frightened him, yet in some small corner of his mind, he felt the slightest hint of arousal. James studied himself in the mirror. The costume was definitely meant to resemble a brown bear, that was certain, but it did not cover his face, instead it tapered off at the neck and stopped right after the round ears on top of his head. It looked strange without a muzzle, but he was glad that he would be able to breath easy. The suit, or at least the inside of it, was soft, too. The deep brown fur that covered his back, arms, legs, and the top of his head seemed slightly more coarse than the more cream colored fur that covered from his crotch to his neck, encompassing the entirety of his chest and belly. It was odd being naked under the costume, but the softness felt nice against his body, the only issue being his cock, which moved around a lot seeing that it wasn’t given any select place to rest. As he rocked back and forth in his chair to attempt to no avail to loosen the bonds, he felt it rock between his left and right thighs, sometimes getting caught between the bunched up belly of the suit and James’ own belly. As James finally gave up trying to escape, he noticed a change in the suit. The zipper which had once trailed up the suit from the crotch up had been replaced, instead, the suit appeared to be sewn together now right down where the zipper would have been, save for the crotch, which James assumed was so that he could go to the bathroom; there must have been a similar situation in the back as well. He was too drunk prior to remember what had happened, and so it was not unreasonable that he hadn’t noticed that the suit had been sewn shut.
“How are you feeling?” James snapped his head towards the bedroom door with fright. “You don’t have to be scared,” said Andrew.
“W-what do you want with me?” James asked in fear.
“Calm down Little Bear,” Andrew said compassionately, “I promise you, I have only the best intentions.” James looked at Andrew in confusion. “Listen,” he said, moving closer to James and resting a hand on James’ shoulder, “you’ve been a great mentor, a great friend, but I don’t want all that. I just want you…” Andrew squeezed his shoulder gently before kissing James on the cheek.
It was affection, James was right. “Why the kidnapping? The bear costume? Don’t you think that this is a little crazy?” James asked, the words just spilling out of his mouth.
“You’re right…” Andrew sighed, frowning in defeat. In an instant he moved to the kitchen, pulling out a water bottle and mixing a pill with it before returning to sit in front of James. “Drink this, it should help with your hangover.” James was hesitant, clearly distrustful of Andrew. “Fine,” Andrew announced, “I’ll show you.” Andrew took a large gulp of the water before moving to pour it down James’ mouth. This time, James did not refuse, gulping down the water as Andrew forced more and more of it down his throat. James coughed as Andrew tossed away the empty bottle. “Good boy,” Andrew said with a smile, as though he were conditioning him. For a moment, James smiled back. “Now I’m going to make us some dinner, you haven't eaten all day.” Andrew patted James’ belly before heading to the kitchen.
“Open wide!” James woke in shock, quickly opening his mouth as a forkful of food entered his mouth. “Wha-?” James managed to get out before he was forced to gulp down another forkful. “Salmon?” James sputtered out, moving his mouth away from the on coming fork and opening his eyes to see Andrew sitting in front of him, nodding. James ate once more, happy to finally have something in his stomach today. This is, until he saw the plate. It was a massive piece, one that must’ve weighed in at five pounds or more. It came from the restaurant. Before James could get out another word, Andrew pushed the fork into his mouth once more.
“I got you a nice piece,” Andrew said gleefully, “So you better eat all this! If you do, I’ve got a little reward for you Little Bear.” Andrew blushed softly, but continued to force forkfuls into James’ mouth.
It didn’t take long for James to fill up, he could feel his belly almost begging him to stop from in the costume, he could see that it had slowly begun to take up some of the excess space left behind in the belly area. Andrew had to keep stuffing the food into his mouth to make him eat it, and as he did, he rubbed James’ belly sensually. Finally James had cleaned the plate, it had only taken twelve minutes by his count, but he could’ve been wrong. As Andrew finally put the plate down, James burped loudly, making his belly quiver ever so slightly in its bloated glory hidden underneath the costume. Andrew patted his belly happily before returning once more into the kitchen.
James had to admit, while he was stuffed to the brim and beyond, it was quite a nice experience. He had never been so full in his life, nor so aroused, though the latter of the two confused him. James felt, well, sad when Andrew wasn’t there, at least for the moment. He missed the belly rubs, and the kisses to his cheek, even if it meant being stuffed beyond belief. Though he was technically his captive, James began to like the situation he was in. While it was far from the conventional situation, it felt nice to be loved again. And hell, if it meant being fat in a bear suit for a little bit, what difference would it make? These thoughts lingered in his mind as Andrew came back, naked, with a plate of cookies.
“I know it’s your first time, so I’ll be gentle,” he said, holding up the small plate. There weren’t many on there, only about five or six, though each was fairly large and coated with copious amounts of frosting. But James wasn’t staring at the cookies, even as Andrew brought one to his mouth. James gladly chomped down on the sweet, choosing to focus instead on the naked body that lay before him. James continued to eat absentmindedly, slowly but surely eating through the cookies as his eyes explored Andrew’s body.
First off, he was well muscled. His pecs were firm, or at least they looked to be so, James couldn’t touch them with his hands bound. A light dusting of dark black hair ran from his chest down to his crotch, emphasizing both his abs and his well endowed member. James immediately went solid, his cock pressing ever so slightly against his overstuffed belly. A third cookie down. James had never felt this way before for another man. To be honest with himself, he had never seen a man as handsome, as sexy as Andrew was. His balls were fairly large, and James couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of them. A fourth cookie down, and with a quick shove and a gulp, a fifth right after it, albeit with some difficulty.
Andrew kissed James on the lips as he finished the last cookie. James kissed back. “Now for your reward Little Bear,” Andrew said with a smile. Andrew moved behind James’ chair, untying him, as though he knew that James had fallen for him. James got up with a struggle, burping once more as he rose, not used to this kind of stress on his belly. James was drunk with pleasure from being stuffed so full, and gladly followed as Andrew lead him to the bedroom. All thoughts of escape were gone. There was nothing to escape from. He knew that this is what he wanted.
“Come here you fat bear,” Andrew said with a smile as he jumped onto the bed, hiding something on the nightstand. James gladly followed, even if he didn’t necessarily love the nickname. James crawled up next to Andrew. “Are you going to let me out of this?” James asked. Andrew put a finger to his lips and kissed his cheek before getting up in the bed and grabbing a jar of honey from behind him, grinning wildly. James blushed deeply with embarrassment, but something deep inside, something instinctual, pulled him to the jar. Andrew opened it quickly, dipping his fingers in and spreading the honey along his cock and balls. James nearly drooled at the sight, full belly or not.
Andrew laid back and let James get to work. James went for the balls first, lapping and sucking on them until they were clear of honey, and then a bit more, loving their taste and feel on his tongue. Then, the costumed man went for Andrew’s cock, lapping at the tip and making Andrew moan loudly. James ran his tongue up the bottom length of Andrew’s member, lapping up the honey on his way up before taking it all in at once and bobbing up and down on his length. Andrew moaned once more, reaching forward to pet James. Twisting and turning his tongue, James pleasured Andrew in ways that he never could have seen himself doing before. Andrew came in James’ mouth quickly, his cum filling his belly even more, making James groan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Then it was Andrew’s turn.
Quickly unzipping the groin portion of the bear costume, Andrew went to work right away on James’ cock as he rubbed his own belly, pressing down on it in every now and then, causing jolts of pleasure and the occasional burp which only added to his excitement. James reached over and grabbed the jar of honey that Andrew used to cover his balls and began to eat straight out of it like a true bear. Andrew pumped up and down on his cock, one hand squeezing his balls and the other reaching up to help James with his packed belly. James moaned loudly, his voice sounding almost beastial as he gulped down the honey within a minute, tossing the jar aside. James moaned one last time before he shot his load right down Andrew’s throat with an intensity he had never felt before. Andrew swallowed it all.
Panting, they both cuddled in bed. James did not know where this new found love for Andrew came from, nor what he had put in his water, but he didn’t pay much mind to it. But in thinking about it, James never realized just how much he loved honey, or salmon for that matter. And it seemed like his voice was deeper... rougher. He left these troubles behind with a touch as Andrew rubbed James’ belly lovingly, and James loved the feeling too. It was strange, as though he were Andrew’s pet, as though he had to do whatever he said, and in a sense, he did. But he also wanted to. James moaned as Andrew massaged his swollen gut, yet not swollen enough to tighten the costume. “This will all be soft again tomorrow,” Andrew whispered, James almost growling in delight, “and then there will be more room.” Andrew looked up at James and kissed him on the lips. “You’ve a bit more to go Little Bear.” James smiled, but he didn’t like that name. He wanted to be a Big Bear. James was sure that Andrew would be more than happy to oblige.