Bikers and Truckers and Bears, Oh My!
Another Commission for IloveDoc on FA :D
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Some people say that news comes in sets of three of a kind, good or bad. Sets of celebrities die. Your friend has a kid while your insurance covers that bit of body work you want done, and there was a sale on flannel. You stub your toe, the Pope dies, and your favorite show is cancelled. Regardless of such superstition Demitri Ursanishnikof was having a good day indeed. Due to inter-office aptitude testing and review of his production and profit margin since his hiring into data entry and a short interview, the brown bear was being drawn up through the ranks, skipping middle management entirely. He saw his yearly salary gain quite a few zeroes from this, and on top of that the company decided, as extra incentive, to wire Two Million dollars straight into his account if he accepted the new position. He drove along the road, the whole weekend in front of him, then his new life on the other side of that.
Demitri's eye was caught by a restaurant on the side of the long road which made up the home stretch of his daily commute. He had ignored it before, as it looked like one of those places only the wealthy could afford to eat at regularly, with the cost of prime cuts of meat these days. But now, he thought, he was wealthy... and he realized how hungry he was after such a day of excitement. He changed lanes and very safely turned his car off onto the frontage road leading to the steakhouse, humming to himself. The sign for the steakhouse was the silhouette of a bear stroking a gut far too impractical to stand with, reclining, with the name filling up the belly. Just looking at the sign made Demitri's flat gut whine in jealousy.
Demitri had two secrets he hoped he could keep from his superiors, to perhaps allow him to continue his meteoric rise. He was a homosexual. He also loved big guts, but had never had the money to afford buying enough food to get one for himself. Until now. Six years of drudging cubical work and he was finally getting what he deserved. Demitri parked in an empty space next to the parking reserved for motorcyclists. He looked at the number of bikes there, then back towards the truck stop across the parking lot, where there was a big gas station and lots of space for Trucks to park overnight. The parking lot there was full.
He wondered if all of them had come to this one place. And he wondered how expensive the food could be if bikers and truckers were partaking in it. He shrugged. Perhaps he'd just stuff himself on it. Get started on that gut he always wanted. Demitri pressed through the double doors and into a wall of musk and the scent of well cooked meat. His eyes scanned the room. The room was packed with big, fat, musky males. He could sort of tell which were the truckers and which were the bikers, on account of the bikers wearing full leather jackets or other protective gear, while the truckers wore something a bit more comfortable.
A pudgy raccoon boy, barely 18, came up to him with a warm smile. "Welcome, we're a bit full right now. Would you like a seat at the bar until a table opens up? If you'd like you can be served at the bar if you don't want to wait for a table."
Demetri looked around. All of the waiters he could see were pudgy boys, and every so often he'd see one get a grope from a trucker or a swat on the rump from a biker. It was then he realized that the waiters were all wearing tight clothing, short shorts and a snug shirt, riding over their bellies on many of the cute boys. The older bear blushed, "well... I could go to the bar... I think I'll decide there whether I'd like to sit at a table."
The coon smiled warmly and turned, tail raising up, almost as if to show off to the new, and rare slim customer, hips swaying a bit and getting a couple whistles as he passed between tables. Demitri followed the softly jiggling ass, his pants feeling ever so tight, before it stopped, and its owner turned so he couldn't see it anymore. Demitri blinked and remembered to look up to his face, though his exposed tummy was adorable. The brown bear tried to hide his blush as he sat down at the bar, the coon setting a drink menu in front of him, before swishing off.
He looked at the menu, looking over the different ales and lagers available, and the hard liquors. There was even a wine list, but it wasn't all that extensive. He sighed indecisively, and decided he'd ask the guy next to him about some of these names he didn't recognize. He looked over, and saw an absolutely enormous wolf. His gut was squished against the bar, and his arms were build of muscle and bulk. He sat a full head taller than Demitri, and from the quality leather jacket hanging from the hook on the bar next to his knee and the insignia thereon, the bear realized this must be one of the leaders of the... well... group of bikers.
Demitri thought he'd better ask the guy on the other side of him and his blood ran cold. On his other side was a lion at least as big as the biker wolf, a hat with a trucking company printed on it and a big flannel overshirt hanging from his hook. He was just in a very stretched t shirt that didn't cover his gut at all. The two massive males in such close proximity made Demitri terrified... but aroused.
"Can I help you with something kid?" Demitri was about to object that he was nearly thirty when he saw the speaker. The bartender was an enormous otter, not even bothering to wear a shirt, an open vest with the logo of the restaurant on one panel his top, his gut sagging almost on top of the bar when he got close.
Demitri stammered a little, "I... uh... well... Can you tell me... um.. the difference between... uh..." He had forgotten which beers he was going to ask about.
The otter chuckled, seeing where Demitri's eyes kept drifting, giving his gut a little pat, "Well ain't you a cute little chaser. Tell you what. I'll just get you a drink I think you can take." He looked at the lion and wolf, "Keep an eye on this one, boys. He's definitely keeping an eye on you."
Demitri's heart sank as attention was turned to him by the massive biker and trucker. Both saw the bulge in the slender bear's pants. Both just smirked at this, looking to each other and grinning broadly. The bear thought he'd jump out of his skin when the large soft paw of the lion touched his back, "Hey kid. What brings a little suit like you to a big dressed down place like this...?"
Demitri looked at the lion, shivering, "I... I've passed it on my way to work every day... I got a raise... so I thought I'd treat myself." He barely noticed the lion's paw was causing him to swivel towards the big cat.
A low chuckling growl sounded behind Demitri, "Well, kid, you're in for quite the treat tonight." The wolf was now directly behind him, and he felt, through the back of h is jacket, the softness of a gut pushing to him. He shivered, cheeks flushing, eyes going a little out of focus. The wolf and lion just laughed at this, and their adorable new plaything. The wolf carefully eased off the young businessman's jacket, while the lion loosened his tie. "There you go kid. Look more like you belong now." The massive pair turned Demitri back towards the bar just as the keeper set down a pint.
"Be easy on the kid. Its his first time, I'll bet." The lardy otter chuckled, causing everything from his jowls to his gut to jiggle visibly.
The wolf leaned in close to Demitri with a grin, seeming to ignore the barkeep's advice, "So... you like males with nice big bellies, eh? Well I'd say you'd look nice with one too. Is that why you're here? To add a foot or two around your waist? I bet with that raise of yours, you could afford to..."
At that low husky voice Demitri almost melted, blushing deeply. Just then a menu was set down in front of Demitri. The otter grinned broadly, "Why don't you settle yourself in for a first course, or an appetizer?"
Demitri started to skim through the menu. He looked at the prices. They were more expensive than his usual wages could take, but with two million in the bank, he could afford to... no... he shouldn't... But why not? He looked up at the barkeep, an almost manic grin on his face, "You know what, fuck it. Everyone's tab is on me tonight."
The otter blinked at Demitri, "Everyone? Everyone at the bar?"
"In the restaurant." Demitri had a sense of euphoria that came from being reckless.
"That must have been some raise, kid." The lion managed to say.
"It came with a bonus." Demitri grinned up at the trucker. "With six zeroes." He was irrepressible. It was like something in his head had snapped and all his old hang-ups were falling away.
The wolf whistled low, "Oh wow boy, you are a lucky sunovabitch. An overnight millionare this one is. We better take advantage of his hospitality before he remembers himself." The wolf laughed, and across the bar others were laughing.
The otter was starting to tally up all the tabs in the restaurant, a slow grin crossing his face. "You know... boys..." The otter said to the massive walls of bulk to either side of Demitri. "If he goes through with this, he's eligible for Club V. Tonight."
"We'd better make sure he's stretched out, then." The wolf grinned back to the barkeep. "Mind if we order for you, kid?"
Demitri was a little confused, but he grinned up at the wolf, "Well... I was about to order everything on the menu..."
The wolf laughed louder and slapped the little bear on the back, "That's my boy, get that gut into proper bear shape!"
The lion was laughing as well, "That's a good boy." He managed after a while, looking to the otter, "Do make that order happen in waves the kid can handle?"
The barkeep nodded, "I understand. His final dish will come with his membership card." The otter winked with a sway and walked off along the bar towards his door into the kitchens.
Over the next few hours, the Lion and Wolf kept the bear occupied whenever he was without food to be stuffing into his body. All the food the bar served him was delicious, and he washed it down with a rich lager the Otter chose for him. As he ate, deft paws would feel his belly, undo a button on his shirt, check on the bear's belt, and give gentle strokes. The biker and trucker often spoke in hushed tones to one another as they felt over their protege, the little bear progressively getting heavier as the night went on.
As it got late, the many men in the restaurant started to head out, assured that their bills would be handled, big, bloated males heading off alone or in pairs towards sleeper cabs or the motel on the other side of the restaurant. Soon, there were three males left at tables, three at the bar, the otter barkeep, and none of the servers had been out of the kitchen for some time. The bear was bloated, rounded, and after seventeen courses and three escorted trips to the bathroom, his shirt no longer fit and his belt had been taken away hours ago. The otter brought out the last dessert on the menu, and on the dish next to the cake was a golden laminated membership card, of the logo of the restaurant, but with a big V instead of the restaurant's name in the silhouette's gut.
Demitri didn't notice the card at first, just stuffing himself contently, blearily with the urge to fill himself further, the discomfort having passed ages ago, body stretching for more food easily now. He didn't notice that the other three remaining males were making their way over.
A stout, squat crocodile picked his teeth a bit with a claw as he headed his way over to the bar, idly wondering who the bear was. He reached into the back pocket of his overalls and fished out his wallet, opening it to reveal a golden card, with a V within a gut.
A tall tiger in biker leathers stood up from his table with a belch that rattled the dirty dishes there, chuckling to himself and patting his gut, starting to head to the bar, while fishing a golden card out from a pocket in his vest.
Lastly a round Corgi in a loose, comfortable looking jacket rolled off his chair and onto his feet, gut grumbling a little as he made his way towards the bar, his sweatpants sagging under the weight of his belly. Clipped to one of his suspender straps was a golden card.
As they came to the bar, the wolf and lion took out cards of their own, setting them onto the bar next to their drinks. A clicking sound was heard, the front door locking. Then all the blinds in the restaurant went down. The lights faded to just those above the bar. It was only then that Demitri noticed the card on the side of his now quite empty plate.
The bear felt a little dwarfed now that he noticed the other 3 males who had joined them at the bar, and the otter reappeared, smiling, "Now it is time for Club V members to have their meeting in the back room... Come along kid, you gotta get initiated." He grinned right at Demitri, who was still confused, wondering what was going on.
The wolf and the lion corralled the initiate along towards the doors to the back room making sure to bring the card with. Each male scanned their card at the door, and was let through. The lion went through, making sure Demitri saw how it was done, then the wolf guided the confused ursine's paw quite gently, before the door opened for him. Demitri waddled his way into a wide room with a big comfy looking round bed in the middle, at least 15 feet across. Demitri thought that each of the six males could lay on it comfortably and still have room for others in between them. He looked around, and blushed deeply as he saw that the others were stripping down, eyes widening as he saw their lardy forms revealed to him without clothing in the way, his pants starting to feel a bit tigher than they were already.
The otter came in through another door, grinning, naked, and sporting an erection that bobbed every time his jiggling gut pushed down on it. The others were grinning now too, and the otter nonchalantly started pulling Demitri's clothing off without a word.
Demitri was mortified, blushing deeply as he was beared, his gut suddenly sagging down as his pants were no longer an obstruction, feeling the warmth of his own erection against the bottom of his gut, almost supporting it. He still was dwarfed even by the smallest male there, the corgi, in size of gut. He saw the others heading to the bed, crawling up onto it, while watching him... then he remembered the otter was behind him. He was about to turn around, when he felt something hot and slick press against his expanded rear.
"First part of initiation, I serve you a nice cream pie. Then, your fellow club members get a go at you. After that, the main course of the club, before you six will probably be sleepy. The restaurant is locked. You'll be safe staying the night here." The otter said calmly, like he wasn't about to mount the newly expanded bear.
Demitri tried to say something, but before he could the thick otter meat started to press against his pucker. He shuddered and let out a weak moan, before the shaft started to penetrate him, pushing inward.
Meanwhile, the members of the club weren't content just to watch this show. The lion had come up behind his fellow trucker, the corgi, and was starting to grind at his pillowy rump, purring deeply. The corgi smiled broadly, pushing back at the grinds. Meanwhile the wolf and the tiger were starting to wrestle, guts squished together, for dominance. The croc simply grinned, stroking his reptilian shaft against the soft scales of his gut.
The bartender and apparent supervisor of Club V, happily hilted his thick shaft inside of Demitri. He waited a moment, rubbing the younger bear's gut a bit, before he started to thrust firmly, watching the other club members breaking out into their own lusty diversions.
Demitri panted softly, having never thought he'd end up like this when he walked into the bar tonight. He found himself pressing back at the thrusts, losing himself to this pleasure, feeling the soft gut behind him conforming to his back each time hips met jiggling rump, the heavy sac of the otter making a wet slapping sound each time it hit Demitri's thighs.
The big otter held Demitri tight, thrusting harder and faster, panting hard and nearing his peak. He reached under the sagging gut of the bear in front of him and started stroking the erection he found there firmly, in time with his jiggling swatting hips.
The lion was thrusting firmly into the corgi, the small dog's round gut rippling in a wave with each powerful thrust against the mattress. Across from them the tiger and wolf had settled for frotting, grinding their arousals and guts together firmly for lack of someone to thrust into. The gator had taken his thick, plump tail and started easing it into his own tailvent.
Demitri cried out, his shaft bucking in the webbed paw of the barkeeper, shuddering and flexing against the thick shaft inside him. The otter groaned out, holding the bear close, his thick tail wrapping around the ursine gut as he started to pump out his predicted cream pie for the new customer. The otter didn't pull out until he felt his tail getting pressed on by the swelling gut. "There, all full from that end... Hope you have room for one more dish. I'll go make sure they're prepared..." He lead the spent bear over to the bed and set him down.
Demitri was lost in afterglow as he was set down, but before he knew what was happening, a big crocodile was above him grinning, "Hey new boy... word goin round you're a chaser... wanna feel my gut?" When he spoke there was a bit of a southern twang, like he had been raised in his ancestral bayous
The bear blinked blearily, then looked down. He saw the soft, round belly of the crocodile, soft scales in a wonderful curve. Without saying a word he reached out for it, fingers grasping, barely remembering how to move his newly heavy body.
The croc and the lion chuckled at this. By now the lion was mellowing out from his afterglow, holding the corgi close and rubbing his belly. The croc moved forward on his knees until Demitri could feel and rub over the gut as much as he wanted.
There was a growl and a howl from the side, and the wolf and tiger slumped together, matted with each other's seed, grinning broadly, "Mmm... How's he at rubbin'?" The tiger purred out.
The croc grinned to the bikers, "He's really good... Maybe we should surround him in some bellies since he loves them so much." He winked over to the two truckers.
The lion pulled out of the corgi slowly, before kneeling beside the croc, "That sounds like a plan to me..."
One by one Demitri was surrounded by soft guts, his paws starting to roam between them, causing rumbles in the owner of each. Soon he was nuzzling and licking in addition to rubbing, and starting to grow aroused again as he worshiped his new club mates and their prodigious guts. Occasionally a paw would come down to the back of his head and gently grind his face into the soft fat, making him listen to the gurgling of the food within, but they always let him go when he wanted to roam to a new gut to play with. Gradually they scooted inward towards Demitri. By the time the otter returned with an absolutely massive dish cart, the bear was pinned by five guts, unable to move much more than little squirms, and by the expression on his face, he loved it.
The otter took the first platter massive from the cart, hefting it up with a grunt, his gut seeming to be a bit bigger than when he left to the kitchen. He started setting down platters with their covers all around the bed, at regular intervals. Each platter had to at least be two feet across, and the covers were high domes with a handle atop. When he set down the sixth, the group at the center of the bed released their intitate and each moved to a platter. The last platter was the one the otter was standing behind, idly rubbing his gut.
Demitri came out of his blissful state, confused and looking around. He crawled over to the last platter on the bed and knelt like the others had.
The barkeeper belched a little, and Demitri could have sworn he saw a shape moving in the lutrine's gut. Before he could say anything about it, the barkeep spoke, "It is now time for the final meal of the evening. I do hope this last course is up to what you have come to expect as members of Club V."
The otter reached down and pulled the cover off of Demitri's platter. There, kneeling atop a bed of lettuce, was the raccoon he had been admiring earlier in the night. His fur was plastered down with butter and he had been dusted down with savory spices. The aroma he put off was mouthwatering to say the least. Demitri was shocked, the coon grinning up at him, "I hoped I'd get paired with you, sir."
Demitri looked around, and saw all the other platters unveiled to have other members of the wait staff all dressed up as meals, some with barbecue sauce, others with lemon and herb, but all smelling and looking delicious and plump. As he looked around, the corgi was grinning at a pudgy feline, "Mmm... Ready to be where you belong, kitty? As corgi fat?"
The feline blushed softly, staring at that gut and nodding, holding his paws up towards the dog's muzzle. The corgi gaped wide and started to snarf him down whole!
Similar scenes were happening all around the bed. Demitri was confused and scared.
The raccoon awed softly at the look on his partner's face, "Aww, don't be like that. We love being meals for Club V. It's a lot of fun. I've been eaten by each of these guys so many times..."
Demitri blinked, looking to the otter. The otter grinned, "Our boys will indeed go to giving you more fat, kid, but they wake up perfectly fine in their quarters tomorrow morning, ready to wait tables and get eaten again." The otter grinned cheerfully, and Demitri realized why his gut was moving by itself. The otter must have helped himself to one of the extra boys while he was in the kitchen!
The raccoon smiled, "So... gonna gulp me down or do I have to crawl into that adorable gut of yours?" This question threw Demitri off balance, and he blushed a bit, looking between his gut, and the coon, and the otter, and the otter's gut.... He had to admit... it sounded pretty hot. He wondered if he'd ever have the chance to be on the receiving end of this sort of thing, if it really was as safe as it seemed.
Demitri gaped his muzzle wide for the coon, who grinned and stuffed his arms into the bear's maw. The ursine let out a weak moan of appreciation for the flavors, starting to slather over the arms with his tongue, before he found himself gulping. Something about this situation was irresistible, he needed to devour the cute raccoon. He had to get another living being under his fat... to add him to it...
He found his paws grasping at the server's rump, starting to pull and gulp in conjunction, his body, so well stretched by the night's gorging, was practically flowing around his meal. He reached the coon's hips and gulped hard, tilting his head back, jerking his head forward, trying to get him all down.
The otter watched this ravenous display with a grin, "Kid's a natural, boys. Just has to learn to savor."
The wolf nodded in response to this, having been suckled on his meal's legs most of the time since the platters were uncovered.
Demitri swallowed one last time, feeling the coon's legs slide down his throat, and his gut sag out. He shuddered and started spurting cum all over the underside of his belly. He panted, falling backwards as his orgasm left him, body so numb from the second rush of endorphins in so short a time. He was caught in a couple sets of arms, and eased down against a couple squirming bellies. Paws started to rub over him, and he let out a weak belch, panting softly.
One by one, the other males finished their meals, easing themselves up and around Demitri, pinning him again with their guts, but now they were bigger and squirmed. He shuddered softly, opening his eyes to see the otter above him, leaning down his whiskery muzzle to kiss his forehead, "Welcome to the club, boy."
The lion purred deeply, "Mmmhmm. You're one of us now."
The corgi belched cutely in Demitri's face, the smell of cat and lemon washing outward, "Mmm... and you know, some nights we don't just sleep together..."
The gator gave a playful hiss, rubbing his belly meaningfully as he continued the thought, "We sleep within each other..."
The wolf gave a gentle nip to the wiggling bear gut, nuzzling into it, "Cosiest bed in the world." He looked embarrassed, as if he admitted to having allowed himself to be eaten.
The tiger chuckled at this, "So we've heard." He put his arm around the wolf, to include him in this claim. The wolf growled a bit, nipping at the feline as well.
Demitri panted softly, looking around, then rubbing his gut slowly, tenderly, "Ooohhh..." He smiled, and thanked Lord Fortune that his new job allowed for telecommuting. He wasn't sure how his superiors would react if he came in with this new body...
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