I was out at the bar one night when I met this bear of a man. He approached me at the bar and bought me a drink, being pretty clear with his intentions.
He was big, strong, attentive and sweet -- all the traits I love in a man. I played coy, but I think we both knew the night was going to end in the bedroom. I didn't shy away when, after about an hour together at the bar, he invited me back to his place.
He was pretty spent after we fucked, and fell asleep within 5 minutes of laying down. I was still wide awake, so I decided to get up and explore his place.
I'll admit, I really liked the guy. I wanted to snoop a bit, see if I could vet him before I tried to get with him. I had to make sure he wasn't a serial killer, or something like that.
I was in the middle of shifting through a bureau, when I heard footsteps thumping down the stairs. I quickly shut the bureau and turned around, just in time for him to clear the stairs. I called over to him, trying my best not to sound guilty.
"Hey, you're up? Sorry, I couldn't sleep, so I've just been chilling down here."
He gave some sort of muffled response that told me he hadn't quite woken up yet. I heard his weight shift, and the floor creaked as he began to approach me.
"Do you want a drink or something? I could pour you a glass of water."
He didn't respond, and a blank, unaware look sat on his face as he continued to walk towards me. I tensed as he leaned over and clapped his hands onto my shoulders. I looked up at him, and suddenly my whole world went dark.
I did my best to struggle, but he was eating me and there wasn't much I could do about it. His strong arms kept me pinned in place, clearly experienced despite being barely awake.
Before too long I was packed away inside him, doing my best to push at the walls for any sort of grip. It was really hot inside him, like a heated blanket that was soaking wet.
The bear patted his belly a couple times, and it sounded like he was trying to calm me. I heard his muffled voice telling me not to worry, though that was all I could do.
My world bounced as I felt him lumber back up the staircase, using one hand to rub his belly. Knowing I was stuck, I began to settle into the warmth of the belly. It was more comfortable than I had expected.
The bear eased back into his bed, much more satisfied with his now full gut. Before too long, he was snoring, a hand resting on the huge belly.
On the inside, I did my best to get comfortable, and just hope that he'd let me out in the morning. I tried not to pass out, but the warm gut slowly rocked me to sleep before I even knew it.
Of course, after a couple hours, a belly does what it knows how to do -- digest.
Come morning, I was nothing but mush resting inside the bear's belly. He woke up and immediately was shocked at the lack of bulges in his middle.
"Shit. I didn't mean to melt you."
Immediately he sat up, gut sloshing as he did so. He poked and prodded at it, trying to see if there was any chance I was still alive. There was not.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Fuck!" He slammed his fist into the mattress next to him.
All the while, the belly groaned and gurgled, working overtime to turn what was left of me into more fat on his body.
Eventually he laid back and sighed, feeling defeated.
He really needed to control his appetite.
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