Cuddling Night with Bob & Oscar (Part 1)

After playing with their new pool toy for a few hours, Bob & Oscar were hungry, tired, and horny. Too exhausted to cook, they phoned three of their favorite restaurants, hoping to throw a feast big enough to satisfy their ravenous bellies.

It was only 7 pm, but the living room was already plunged into darkness: Richard’s enormous body, still floating in the pool, was blocking the remaining sunlight. A belly eclipse. This premature night amplified the bear’s fatigue: they were half asleep on the couch, caressing each other.

On the living room table, there were piles of takeout boxes and bottles, but not a single crumb, nor a drop of liquid could be found in them.

Some of the food was now in Oscar’s turtle shell of a belly, but most of it had been fed to the ever-expanding “Planet Bob”. This plump pig was now lying full length on the sofa, relaxing. It wasn’t a food coma: it would take a lot more to knock out this incredible eater. He was just digesting, enjoying the hot breath of his muscular boyfriend on his enlarged stomach. Oscar had buried his entire face in Bob’s belly, his nose deep inside his navel. He was moving his face in all directions, just enjoying the vastness of the warm and soft fat of his obese pig. He can’t stop himself: every time Bob’s belly is within reach, he has to touch it with his big bear paws. He could spend hours massaging it, feeling how hard but malleable the gigantic mound of fat was, full but always hungry, at all times.

Oscar pushed his two hands in the middle of Bob's belly, around the navel, and made large circular movements. He knows that this method of massage is the most effective, thanks to the uncontrolled moans expelled from the big guy. He would caress the belly, twirl the hairs on it, lift it to feel his weight, and shake it to see the waves of fat spreading all over Bob's body. He loves to press the sides of the belly and see the middle rise even higher. Then, push the top where the stomach is, hard as a rock from the feeding, or jiggle the bottom part, soft hanging fat. He would put his thumb inside Bob’s navel, and grab the belly with his hand firmly, like an oversized bowling ball.

He would also grab Bob’s soft but muscular moobs, one in each hand, and squeeze them softly. Or, slide his hands in the seemingly bottomless crease between the moobs and the belly, and make the pecs bounce hard enough to see the fat man’s neck dance, all the way to his ears.

And all the way down there, the fat pad. Oh gosh, the fat pad. That bonus pillow may be rough from a recent trim, but that’s part of its charm. It’s so fun to rub it, knead it like dough, and squeeze it in every way possible. And after doing that routine, the big bear would envelop Bob’s belly with his entire body, rest his head on top of it, and fall into the deepest and happiest nap.

Bob was also enjoying every second of this little nap time. He was full from their big supper, so all of Oscar’s rubs, caresses, lifting, pushing, and shaking of his gigantic belly were incredibly soothing. It made him feel every inch of his immense body. He felt loved, entirely.

But it wasn’t only about him. Bob’s hands were also wandering on Oscar’s body. He was still amazed by the muscles his lover built through work, effort, sweat, and willpower. Each muscle was overgrown, round, and hard as a rock, but covered by a layer of fat, which made them so much fun to squeeze.

Bob could feel the rugged beard of the bodybuilder softly slipping on his skin. And when the bear stuck out his tongue to lick him, he felt like he had domesticated the biggest and wildest animal of them all. An animal who had to play tough all his life, and was now able to finally liberate all the tenderness he had to give, like a wild bear who, when nice, is a thousand times cuter than any small pet. Bob caressed the small stripe of hair on his big bear, the shaved side of his head, then his thick eyebrows. Of course, he would also stuff his hands inside the thick mustache and full beard of the strong creature. The bear was breathing more and more rapidly. It was getting horny. Bob could feel the bear’s cock swelling dangerously big, followed by two heavy balls, the size of tennis balls, bouncing around. Oscar’s moans transformed into groans, then into roars.

B: “What is it big guy?”
O: “Oooof.. My balls…*Groan* Fuck…they are soooo full…”

B: “Didn’t you spend the whole week edging, especially for tonight?”
O: “Yeah, but man, the pressure is building up… Oooof! I can’t take it any more…”

He looked at Bob’s body, almost engulfing the entire sofa, with a belly towering almost halfway to the ceiling. He could pleasure himself in the bottomless belly button of his pig, but he needed more. He won’t ask Bob to swallow his load either, he’s way too horny for that. It would choke the poor guy.  He finally looked at Bob’s ass, elevated by the couch, and of course, by his enormous butt cheeks, which put his hole exactly at the height of Oscar’s painfully hard dick.

O: “Can I…?”

B: “Of course, big guy. If was able to eat that mountain of food without popping, I’m pretty sure this big ol’gut can take all the juice you got.”
He slapped the side of his belly which made his whole mass wobble and ripple.

O: “Oh… I wish I could cum endlessly until I fill you up to new record size.”

B:  “Fuck yeah, I wish your balls could grow bigger, enough to contain all the juice needed to stuff me.

O: “And I wish you could grow bigger and bigger, to contain it all.”

B: “Oh yeah? Then I wish the testosterone in that cum would cause a muscle growth spurt. I want you to get big enough to envelop my inflated body with your muscles.”

Both big men were lost in their fantasy, unaware of the time, or what was happening outside. They were too much in love to notice the faint blue light coming from the window, in the woods behind Oscar’s house. Something weird was happening, and the bears would experience it very soon…

At first, Oscar felt his balls get heavier. But then, he could feel them touch his inner thighs, he knew it was more than a case of blue balls. He started to moan and groan, louder and deeper, worrying his lover, who was immobile on the couch.

B: “Babe, what’s happening? Are you alright?”

O: “Oh fuck… My balls! They are…WOOOF… growing! I need to cum before they explode! Fuck! Get ready, because it’s gonna be a big one! WOOOOOOOOF…”

(to be continued)