Bear Beer Belly
A commission for an anonymous user here featuring a bear pred, I absolutely love bears & I'm glad I finally have the chance to write 'em. Thank you so much for commissioning me!
Content: M/M Vore, Oral Vore, Digestion, Long Digestion, Willing Prey, Reluctant Pred, Bear Pred, Hairy Pred, Teasing, Casual Teasing, Painful Digestion, Belly Worship, Belly Rubs, Burping, Predator/Prey Dynamics, Friend Vore, Size Difference, Gut Bulge, Desperation, Crushing
“Mate, you’ve gotta be kidding,” Olly said, leaning back on the worn-out sofa, scratching his thick beard. His massive frame barely fit into the old piece of furniture, his stomach peeking out from under his grey shirt, showing a bit of that furry belly he was known for. His deep, baritone voice had a hint of confusion and discomfort, as he stared across at his best friend, Jamie, who was pacing nervously.
“I’m not. I’ve thought about this for ages, Ol. I... I need you to do it,” Jamie muttered, biting his lip. He stood there, thin and wiry, with wide eyes and hands fidgeting at his sides. His voice shook, but there was a stubborn determination in it.
“Mate, come on. You’re asking me to... eat you. Like, actually eat you,” Olly said, running a hand through his messy brown hair. He wasn’t really sure how to handle this. “You don’t just drop this shit on someone over beers, yeah?”
Jamie stopped pacing and turned to face him, his eyes pleading. “I know, I know it sounds mental, but... it’s what I want. You’re my best mate, Olly. There’s no one else I’d trust with this. You’ve gotta do it. I’m begging you.”
Olly frowned, looking away, a hand rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not that I don’t... appreciate the trust, but... fuck, Jamie. How do you even expect me to do something like that? I’m not—”
“You are, Ol. You’re the only one who can,” Jamie interrupted, stepping closer. “Please, mate, you’ve gotta stop pretending this isn’t what we’ve both thought about. You’re a... you’re a fucking bear,” Jamie’s voice cracked slightly, but he reached out, placing a hand on Olly’s knee. “You’ve got the body, the strength. You could do it, easy. And... and I need it. I need you to swallow me whole.”
Olly's brow furrowed as he looked at Jamie’s desperate face. His gut churned with a mix of discomfort and something else he didn’t want to acknowledge. “You’re mad. I could seriously hurt you. Christ, Jamie, I could kill you.”
“I know!” Jamie’s voice was almost a shout now, and he slid onto his knees in front of Olly, grabbing his hand. “That’s the point! I’m begging you, Olly. It’s what I want. What I need.”
Olly stared down at his mate, who was gripping his hand like a lifeline. “Jamie, mate, listen to yourself. You’re asking for something that—”
Jamie cut him off again, this time more forcefully, grabbing Olly’s hand and pushing it toward his own face, even slipping Olly’s thick fingers into his mouth. His eyes were wild, desperate. “Do it, Olly. Swallow me. I’m ready, please.”
Olly pulled his hand back, his breath coming quicker now, a lump forming in his throat. He didn’t like the way Jamie’s voice was cracking, the way his body trembled. He looked away, unable to meet Jamie’s gaze. “I can’t, mate. I just... can’t.”
Jamie, trembling now, grabbed Olly’s hand again, shoving it back against his lips, almost pushing the fingers into his mouth. “You can! You fucking can, Olly! Just—just start! Please!” His words were muffled now, desperate, as he pushed his face against Olly’s palm, his breath ragged.
Olly felt his heart hammering in his chest, his mind racing. Every instinct told him to push Jamie away, to stop this madness, but... he couldn’t ignore the way Jamie was begging for it. For him.
Olly let out a deep sigh, his hand still hovering near Jamie's face, feeling his mate’s hot breath on his skin. He could see it now, plain as day—the bulge straining against Jamie’s jeans, his eyes glazed over with lust. “You’re fuckin’ serious, aren’t ya?” Olly muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. “Bloody hell, you’re even hard.”
Jamie’s face flushed, but he didn’t pull away. His hand was already pressing against the front of his jeans, rubbing slow circles over his erection as he stared up at Olly. “Please, Ol. I... I want it,” he whispered, voice thick with need.
Olly chuckled darkly, his wide chest rising and falling under his shirt as he looked down at Jamie, eyes narrowing. “You’re a proper filthy fucker, Jamie. Look at you. Gaggin’ for it.” He leaned forward, his large hand gripping Jamie’s chin. “Alright then, let’s see if you’re really up for this.”
Olly sat up a bit straighter, leaning his hefty frame forward, looming over Jamie. Slowly, deliberately, he opened his mouth, letting his thick, wet tongue slide out, close enough for Jamie to feel the heat of his breath. “Last chance to bail, mate,” Olly teased, but he knew what he’d see.
Jamie’s breathing hitched, his hand squeezing his bulge harder as he rubbed himself through his jeans. “Fuck... Olly... do it,” he panted, his voice barely above a whisper, his body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal.
Olly growled low in his throat, shaking his head as he leaned in. His lips parted further, and with a slow, almost agonizing pace, he let his tongue drag across Jamie’s cheek, tasting the salt of his skin. His other hand gripped Jamie’s jaw, holding him in place. “You’re a right horny bastard, Jamie. Bet you’d cum just from this, wouldn’t ya?” His voice was thick with amusement, his words a taunt.
Without waiting for a response, Olly pushed forward, letting Jamie’s head press into his mouth. His tongue slid across Jamie’s face, tasting the sweat and heat, the salty tang of his skin. No hesitation now. Olly was done teasing. His thick lips stretched wider as he pushed Jamie’s head deeper inside, the warmth of his mouth engulfing him.
Jamie’s body tensed for a second, but not out of fear. His hands moved faster, one unzipping his jeans in a rush, shoving them down just enough to grip his cock. “Fuck… Olly...” he groaned, panting hard as his fingers wrapped tight around his shaft, jerking it fast, slick from precum. The pressure of Olly’s mouth on him only spurred him on.
Olly sucked hard, his tongue swirling around Jamie’s head, tasting every inch of his skin. His breath was hot and heavy, nose pressed against Jamie’s neck, sucking him deeper. With a grunt, he tugged Jamie closer, guiding him further inside, lips sealed tight around his mate’s face.
Jamie’s voice was a muffled moan, barely making it past Olly’s throat. His hands worked faster, jerking himself off like his life depended on it, muttering a string of curses under his breath. “Fuck… oh, fuck...”
Olly could feel the way Jamie was squirming, the way his body trembled, and it made him grin around his mouthful. “Told you… you were a filthy fucker,” he growled, though his words were muffled now too. He pushed Jamie in further, feeling the hard, quick movements of Jamie’s hands as he rubbed his cock furiously, already dripping.
He was halfway there. No turning back now.
With a rough shove, Olly’s throat opened wider, pulling Jamie’s shoulders inside with a wet, heavy gulp. Jamie groaned, the sensation of being swallowed sending shivers down his spine. But it also made his movements awkward, leaving him unable to jerk his cock the way he had been. He tried, hand fumbling down his stomach to reach himself, but the angle was all wrong, and his arm was half-pinned by Olly’s throat.
Olly’s eyes flicked down, noticing Jamie’s desperate struggle to keep going, trying to grip himself. With a low, teasing laugh, Olly grabbed Jamie’s hand, immobilizing it in one strong fist.
"Nah, mate," Olly growled, his voice thick and muffled around the mass of his friend in his mouth. "I'll take over."
Before Jamie could say anything, Olly’s free hand wrapped around his cock, big fingers gripping tight, stroking in rhythm. The rough skin dragged over Jamie’s slick shaft, and the reaction was instant. Jamie’s hips bucked, but Olly’s grip held him steady, keeping him in place as he swallowed him deeper, mouth working over Jamie’s chest now.
"F-fuck!" Jamie gasped, chest heaving with labored breaths, his voice strangled as Olly's throat clenched tight around his body. His cock throbbed in Olly’s hand, leaking more with every rough pump.
Olly didn’t stop. He worked Jamie’s cock harder, teasing the head with his thumb, fingers sliding over every inch with precise, almost possessive motions. Each stroke sent shudders through Jamie’s body, trapped as he was, his head foggy from the heat of Olly’s mouth. The suction was tight, the wet warmth of it seemed to seep into Jamie’s bones, and a loud burp escaped Olly’s lips as Jamie slid deeper into him. "Hah, didn’t think that’d happen so soon,"
Swallowing again, Olly dragged him deeper, groaning low in his throat, vibrating through Jamie’s whole body. Jamie could only moan, his free hand twitching uselessly at his side as Olly controlled everything—his cock, his body, the very air he breathed.
The pace quickened, Olly’s grip growing firmer. "Bet you love this, yeah?" Olly muttered, the words almost swallowed along with Jamie as his tongue slid over his chest.
Olly didn't waste any more time. With a strong swallow, Jamie's waist slipped into his throat, his hips the last to clear the stretch of Olly's lips. His tongue worked its way around Jamie's cock, dragging across the sensitive skin, tasting the precum that dripped down. Jamie's muffled moans were barely audible, but the way his body jerked and twitched inside Olly’s mouth told the full story.
Olly’s tongue wrapped tighter around Jamie’s dick, pressing it against the roof of his mouth as the pressure built up in Jamie’s core. He couldn’t even move his hips to thrust—Olly had total control. Jamie’s hands tried to push or grab something, but he was swallowed too far down, and the pleasure made his body weak. The wet heat of Olly’s mouth around him sent Jamie spiraling.
His release came hard. Jamie’s body tensed, a sharp muffled cry breaking through the tight seal of Olly’s lips as he spilled against Olly’s tongue, shaking uncontrollably. Olly swallowed again, slow and deliberate, dragging Jamie’s hips and thighs into his throat, pulling him deeper with each gulp.
Olly barely slowed down as he worked Jamie’s legs into his mouth, the bulge of his gut growing larger, stretching his shirt and pants as Jamie disappeared. With one final, deep swallow, Olly’s stomach expanded over his thighs, a heavy, round weight settling in his gut. He patted his gut, a belch bubbling up as he sighed in satisfaction. “There it is,” Olly chuckled, wiping his lips.
Jamie was nothing more than a curled-up mass inside, his form outlined in Olly’s skin as the last of him disappeared. His faint, muffled breaths and weak moans vibrated through Olly’s thick belly, lost in the slow groans of digestion as Olly sat back, feeling the weight of his best friend settle deep inside him.
Jamie shifted inside Olly's gut, adjusting as much as he could in the cramped, tight space. His breath was heavy, but he was smiling, his voice muffled but still teasing. “No coming back from this, mate,” he muttered, giving the inside of Olly’s stomach a soft nudge with his elbow. “You’ve got me now, gonna digest me nice and slow. Bet your slow-ass metabolism is gonna make this real cozy for the next few hours, huh?”
Olly chuckled, running a hand over the bulging curve of his belly. He could feel Jamie’s movements, the faint outline of his body pressing against his skin. “Cozy now,” Olly smirked, "but we both know what's coming, don’t we?" He gave his gut a pat, feeling Jamie shift in response. “Enjoy it while you can. By tomorrow, it’s gonna be fucking hell in there.”
For the first couple of hours, Jamie squirmed gently in the wet heat of Olly’s stomach. The tightness around him wasn’t unbearable, more like an intense hug, the walls squeezing him from all sides. The air was thick, humid, making every breath feel like he was inhaling through a wet cloth, but he still felt his heart pounding with adrenaline. The burn hadn’t started yet, just a faint warmth that spread across his skin as Olly’s gut slowly kicked into gear.
He could feel every ripple, every small movement of Olly’s body as the big man shifted in his chair or walked around. The rhythmic gurgling of digestion had started, but it was slow, almost soothing at this stage. Jamie felt the pressure building around him, but it wasn’t painful yet—just tight, wet, and hot. He couldn’t move much, his limbs pinned in place, but he didn’t mind. It was strangely calming, the feeling of being completely enveloped, his best mate’s stomach holding him in place like he was meant to be there.
“Bet it feels real snug right now, huh?” Olly teased, leaning back, his fingers rubbing slow circles over the stretched skin of his belly. “Enjoy it while it lasts, ‘cause once I hit the sack and sleep this off, my body’s gonna go into overdrive. By the time I wake up, you’ll be begging me to let you out. Too bad I won’t be able to hear you.”
Jamie’s muffled laugh echoed inside Olly’s gut. “Better make it quick, then,” he teased back, the sound of his voice barely audible through the layers of flesh and muscle. “I’m not scared.”
Olly smirked, giving his stomach a harder slap. “We’ll see about that.”
The night was slow, suffocating, and unbearably hot. Jamie had started out feeling relatively okay, cramped and squeezed tight in Olly’s stomach, but now that familiar burn had escalated into something far worse. The heat around him intensified, and the gurgling of Olly’s gut had become louder, more aggressive as the night wore on. The stomach walls pressed in tighter, kneading and churning him as if they knew exactly what was happening. The process of digestion was underway, and it was far from kind.
Jamie gritted his teeth, trying to breathe through the discomfort, but each gasp felt shallow and labored. The thick, acidic air was making it impossible to fill his lungs, and every now and then, a ripple of acid would wash over his body, making him wince. His skin felt raw now, the burn more than just heat—actual pain starting to set in. The sensation was creeping slowly, eating away at him bit by bit.
In the middle of the night, Olly stirred, groaning as he adjusted in his bed. He lazily rubbed his swollen gut, still bloated with the form of his best mate. Even in his sleep, his body was working overtime, and Jamie could feel it. Olly yawned, letting out a deep, echoing burp, waking up just enough to speak, his voice heavy with sleep and amusement.
"Still kickin' in there, huh?" he mumbled, patting his gut roughly. "Told ya it’d get worse. And trust me, this is just the start, mate. You’re in for a fucking long ride."
Jamie tried to speak, but his voice was barely a whisper now, his strength drained by the constant assault of Olly’s digestive system. His words were slurred, muffled beyond recognition as he weakly pushed against the walls of Olly’s stomach. "O-Olly… hurts…"
But Olly either couldn’t hear him, or didn’t care. He chuckled sleepily, his hand tracing the outline of Jamie’s barely discernible form. “Good. S’pose that’s what you wanted, yeah? Don’t start crying about it now.”
With a cruel smirk, Olly closed his eyes again, falling back asleep while his stomach continued its relentless work. The acids churned around Jamie, sloshing him about as if he were just another meal, his body slowly breaking down bit by bit.
By the time the sun rose, Jamie was in agony. His skin felt like it was on fire, and the pressure around him had only increased as Olly’s gut squeezed him tighter with each passing hour. Every breath he took felt like swallowing acid, the air so thick and noxious that it made him want to retch. His body felt heavy, sluggish, like it was dissolving from the inside out.
Olly woke up slowly, stretching and letting out a deep yawn. He groaned, rubbing his gut with a satisfied smirk. His stomach had shrunk a little, but Jamie’s shape was still evident, though softer now. The hours of digestion had already started to take their toll.
“Still with me, Jamie?” Olly teased, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. He gave his gut a hard slap, making it jiggle as he sat up in bed. “Figured you'd be mush by now, but I guess you’re still hangin’ on. Can’t say that’ll last much longer, though.”
Jamie’s muffled voice was barely audible, and when he did speak, it was strained, weak, and almost incoherent. “O-Olly… pl-please…”
But Olly just laughed, rolling out of bed and standing up, his gut still bulging out in front of him. He ran his hands over the swollen mass, feeling how soft Jamie had become inside. “Please what? Please finish you off quicker? Nah, mate, this is gonna take a while. Gotta let my body do its thing, and trust me, it’s not in a hurry.”
The day dragged on in unbearable agony for Jamie. The pain was constant now, every inch of his body feeling like it was being dissolved, broken down bit by bit. The acids were relentless, eating away at his flesh, and the tightness of Olly’s stomach only made it worse. It felt like he was being crushed, his bones creaking under the pressure, his skin stinging from the corrosive environment.
Olly, meanwhile, went about his day with a satisfied smirk. His belly was still heavy, though smaller now as Jamie’s body slowly melted away inside him. Every now and then, he’d give his gut a squeeze, feeling the soft mass that used to be his best friend.
“Damn, Jamie, you’re really breakin’ down in there, huh?” Olly teased, his tone casual but cruel. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his gut slowly as it gurgled and churned. “Bet it’s hell in there, but you asked for it. Not much left of ya now, but I’m takin’ my time. Gonna enjoy every second of this.”
Jamie could barely respond. His voice was no more than a faint whisper now, his body too broken down to fight back. All he could do was endure the pain, his mind clouded with the sensation of being slowly dissolved inside Olly’s gut.
Olly reveled in his control. He’d never felt more powerful than he did now, with Jamie struggling and fading inside him. His massive belly was a constant reminder of the dominance he had over his best friend. Each movement Jamie made was weaker than the last, the once lively body now little more than a mass of pain and suffering, and Olly loved it. He'd give his gut a rough slap from time to time, making it jiggle, then chuckle when he felt Jamie squirm in response.
"Keep squirming, mate," Olly said with a low growl, his voice thick with amusement. "Not that it’ll do you any good. You're just mush in there now." He leaned back, his gut pressing into his thighs, feeling the slow churn beneath his skin as his stomach worked Jamie down bit by bit. He could almost imagine the flesh melting away, the bones softening, leaving nothing but the faintest outline.
Inside, Jamie was in sheer agony. His body felt like it was on fire, the acids eating away at him slowly, painfully. Every breath was a battle, the air thick and stinging. He tried to move, to push against the walls of Olly’s stomach, but he had no strength left. His skin burned, every nerve ending lit up with excruciating pain. His muscles ached as they dissolved, the feeling of his body breaking down was unbearable, but he was trapped, helpless inside the unforgiving heat of Olly's belly.
"Thought you could handle it, huh?" Olly sneered, giving his gut a hard rub. "But you're nothing now. Just food. How's that feel, Jamie? Knowing you're just a lump of meat getting melted away in my stomach." He burped loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room, followed by the deep gurgle of his gut working away at Jamie's body. "Bet you're regretting it now, huh? Begging me for this. But it’s too late, mate. You're mine."
Every gurgle, every churn of Olly's stomach was a reminder of his absolute control. He had taken Jamie in, and now he was breaking him down, bit by bit, turning his best mate into nothing more than a mass of digesting flesh. Jamie’s muffled whimpers barely registered to Olly anymore; they were nothing but the last vestiges of a person who had begged for this.
Olly pressed his hand against his gut, feeling Jamie’s weak movements beneath the surface. “Still kickin’? Guess I’ll let you stew a little longer. Ain’t in any rush to finish you off.” His voice dripped with cruel satisfaction, and he couldn’t help but smirk as he felt Jamie’s form soften further.
Inside, Jamie was nearing his limit. The pain was constant, his body being slowly consumed by the relentless acids. He wanted to scream, to beg Olly to stop, but his voice was too weak, his body too broken down. All he could do was endure it, praying for the end that he knew was coming, even though Olly seemed determined to make it last as long as possible.
Over the next few days, Jamie’s body continued to break down. The pain was constant, but his mind had become so foggy that it was hard to even register it fully. He was a mass of barely-there flesh, his body liquefying inside Olly’s stomach, reduced to little more than nutrients.
Olly’s belly had shrunk considerably, but there was still a faint outline of Jamie left, a reminder of what had once been his best friend. The big man was lazier now, sitting around with his hand resting comfortably on his gut, letting out a low, rumbling burp. A satisfied smirk spread across his face.
“You’re pretty much gone now, mate,” Olly muttered, giving his belly a rough pat. “Can feel you sloshin’ around in there. Almost finished with ya. Bet you didn’t think it’d take this long, did ya?”
Jamie’s response was nothing more than a weak, gurgled moan, barely audible through the thick walls of Olly’s stomach.
Olly chuckled, standing up and giving his gut a final squeeze. “Guess this is it, Jamie. Last day in there. Hope it was worth it, ‘cause once you’re gone, that’s it. No more.”
And with that, Olly sat back down, letting his body finish the process. His stomach worked slowly, relentlessly, breaking down the last remnants of Jamie over the next several hours. By the time the day was done, Olly’s gut had returned to its normal size, with no trace of his best friend left—just a slight softness where his muscles had once been tight.
Olly stretched, letting out a satisfied groan as he patted his now-flat belly. “Well, Jamie,” he muttered to himself, “looks like you’re all mine now.”






















