Pupwolfie

TODAY

Hope You’re Hungry

Rick was invited to a Bear Beer Bust. He’d been to Bear events before, but found the bars intimidating. He was a little too old to be a cub, too young to be a Daddy, just in that eye of approaching middle age of his mid 30’s. He had the hair part down, but what he really wanted was a belly. He found the gainer community and met a few of his friends there. Yet, despite going to bed stuffed with food, drinking shakes between meals, he could only gain a measly Freshman 15. His belly just barely visible even in a medium. Knowing that his twink days were behind him, and the instant hard on he would get even in a belly barely touched his on a crowded bus, he just wanted to get BIG. A beer gut that went on forever, something he could set on a counter.

The day was rather hot, so he put on his tank top, while the “tank” under it barely showed above his waistband, this was completed by cargo shorts and just incase he wanted to swim, a pair of his sexiest underwear. All he was told about this was there was swimming involved, private play rooms, and oddly, the last line in bold letters:

HOPE YOU’RE HUNGRY!

 Well there were bears. So it was probably just a joke.   Plus after the gym, he could use a refill. He gave himself one last look in the mirror, he lifted up his tank top with barely a pinch of fat, he sighed tried to stick out his small belly, even then it wasn’t impressive to him, just wasn’t big enough.

With another sigh he started his jeep and headed over to the party. It was a beautiful drive through the country, and by the time he got to a beautiful log cabin-mansion, he was very hungry.

A big burly bear stood at the gate, he wanted to make sure no one left drunk as per the invitation had stated. Just seeing him though, beard with a little salt and pepper, big cigar in his mouth, looking down, his belly was in an argument with the overalls, the straps seem to almost break containing a massive hair ball, adorned above by thick pierced nipples.

Rick rolled down the window.

“Hey there” He said a gruff voice, to Rick it sounded like Gruff the crime dog. He smiled though removing his cigar.

“Welcome to my home!” He said, “Hubbie is inside and all, just park that jeep over there, and then I’ll put your keys in this envelope, he handed over, a big meaty paw.

Rick felt his cock stiffen.

“Hope you’re hungry, you look to be a lightweight!”

Rick frowned, hoping this wasn’t another jab.

Seeing this the Bear leaned in the car, he felt the belly hit the car

“Name is Harold, I was once a lightweight too.”

Rick smiled back nervously, hell of a time for his social anxiety to kick in.

Harold must have saw this in his face. “Now don’t worry boy, we won’t bite, unless you want us to”

He parked the car and over heard distant thunder. It was going to rain. So much for swimming.

As he walked

It was a chaser’s paradise. There were bellies of different masses everywhere. Some big bears were just sitting on the couch munching on what smelled like amazing food.

There was a set up buffet, instead of the bland recycled crap you find at a country buffet, this was homecooked stick-to-your-rips stuff. Mozzarella Sticks, Chicken tenders, Even a chop salad, burgers, with bacon and different cheeses, all kinds of chips, fries, but the desserts! Pies, Cakes, two soft serve machines up and running with different toppings.

Then the beer, huge kegs sitting everywhere, some guys didn’t even bother a glass, just taking turns sucking it down, one was doing this, and Rick could swear he could see the hairy belly grow as he was chugging.

“New Guest!” A voice called. It was Harold’s hubbie, not as big as his huzbear, but still an impressive beach ball for a belly.

“Hope you’re hungry” everyone chimed in, then back to their various conversations.

Rick’s anxiety wasn’t going anywhere, its like he had found a fat cult. Since his cock obviously had no problem with all this, he shouldn’t either, he began to feel a little intimidated, he was walking into a fantasy.

“Earth to Cub.” He turned around and there was Harold.

“Lets go weigh in”

“Huh?” Rick said.

“I want to see how much of a lightweight you really are.”

He went down a narrow hallway, into a beautiful bathroom, complete with a bear sized tub with jets, but he was led to the scale.

The numbers came up and read 185.

Rick wanted to hide.

“185, eh I was 170, and on the swim team.” Harold chucked. He thumped his big gut, “That was over 200lbs ago though.”

He put his massive arms on Teds Shoulders, and his belly invaded his personal space coming right up against his own pathetic gut.

Harold pulled up his shirt and grabbed a pinch.

“Hmm, we’ll work on this, why don’t you get a beer? You need to relax. Life is short!”

To his horror, he was leaking precum right through his cargo shorts leaving a big wet spot. Harold’s meaty paw found this and casually unzipped his pants freeing Ricks thick uncut cock. His shaft was now sliding across  Harold’s tank.

“You like this bear gut don’t you boy?

With that he waddled down the hall and back to the party.

Rick stood in the bathroom and finally had the courage to come out.” He was walking down the hall when someone grabbed his arm.

“Rick?”

It was his old gym workout buddy Joe. He recognized the face, a little fuller, and also sporting a beer gut.

“Hey Joe, what do you know?” It was their cheesy greeting.

“More like hey dough” Joe said

He hugged him again that belly to belly contact ignited fires of lust.

He found himself kissing Joe.

Joes kiss back his heavy belly pressing into Rick’s feeling Joe’s thick hard on against his own.

“Plenty of time to pick up on this later, go have a beer”

Rick kissed him again getting a slight tug on his hard cock as he walked to where the kegs were.

Another chub was waiting for him there.

“Ah, a lightweight,” He said. “We’ll fix that.”

“I’ve been trying for months” Rick said.

“Well, you may get lucky tonight”

That nervous smile again, the chub handed him a pounder sized stein.

“Drink up lightweight”

Rick did, it had to be the creamiest tasting brew he had ever had, it was delicious, club soda.

“I think this is club soda,” Rick said.

“The Chub smiled, “no, it’s a special brew, I’m Aaron by the way”

Rick held his hand out as he chugged, sucking it down like cold water on a hot day. He burped.

“Can I have some more?” He asked.

“Look at all these kegs cub, we have got plenty, and plenty of food to soak it up.”

After downing another pounder, and on his third, Ricks stomach awoke in a rage of hunger. He was feeling a little tipsy, and his shorts got a little tight. When he looked down his belly was poking out further.

His hard on returned, already here 30 minutes and bloated.

               More food came out, oddly his favorites Cheesesteaks, Taco’s a mound of fresh fries. He loaded up his plate, but just so he could sit down he grabbed a second plate loaded with tacos and chips with salsa.

He found a quiet corner and devoured the first plate-a cheesesteak that looked a foot long, a mound of fries, and 5 big mozzarella sticks. Washing it down with a beer. He started on his Mexican plate. That was gone in less than 5 minutes, drinking the last of his 3rd pounder, his button popped off his shorts, and he let out a loud belch.

Clapping came from behind him and it was Joe, only, bigger. His belly seemed to have grown since they had met each other in the hallway, Joes tight white t-shirt sported an overhang peaking out, his bellybutton just barely visible.

Rick stood up, a little wobbly from the beer, his belly was a dense ball.

“Oof, damn, I’m bloated,” Rick announced.

A couple of big bears nearby smiled at this.

He sloshed down the hallway, as Harold passed him, their guts colliding no matter how Harold sucked it in.

“Going to weigh in Cub?” He asked, “I want to see”

“I’ll see you later” said Joe

He walked back into the bathroom, Harold behind him.

202?!

Thunder cracked above, jolting him off the scale.

“How is this possible?” Said Rick, gripping his new belly and shaking it with both hands.

Harold smiled, and stepped on the scale himself not before he took off his overalls, revealing a giant singlet with a bear paw on the chest.

The numbers jumped to 303.

“Like I said, I used to be a lightweight” Patting his own massive belly

Rick struggled to salvage his cargo shorts.

“Hmm, take those off, I got an old singlet you would look great in.”

He followed Harold into the Master bedroom, light flashed illuminating the windows. Harold grabbed a singlet, with the word PUP on the back.

“Strip!” He commanded.

He took off his underwear barely aware that his cock was not only hard but dripping.

“Nice cock” He said, Rick put on the singlet, seeing that Harold had a massive thick bear cock and he too was wet.

It was a little lose on him, again even his “new” belly barely stretched the fabric, Harold stepped forward, so they were gut to gut, Jupiter and Venus in perfect alignment.

Harold bumped up against Rick until he was pinned against the wall. They kissed as Harold moved his girth back and fourth.

“A hem,” said a voice in the doorway.

Rick wanted to faint, it was Harold’s husband, he didn’t look mad or surprised just had two pounders of that wonderful beer in his hand.

Ricks shocked eyes stared at Harold and he braced himself for drama he didn’t want to spoil his ecstasy.

“Relax, my hubbie and I are open, we’re both horndogs, by the way congrads on the gains lightweight”

“how do you know?” Rick asked

“Show him Will” Harold said.

Will held up a fit bit bracelet. “Smart scale, you’re in the running now for fastest gain, although your friend is catching up.” He handed Rick the beer, he was so thirsty for it all the sudden.

He chugged between the two big men, he felt his belly was pushing out. Will handed him the second pounder as he looked at Harold as if it ask.

“You’re fine lightweight, I can get my own.”

He chugged the other one, his singlet around his belly was getting slightly taut.

The waves of hunger returned as he headed back to the buffet.

Loading up on more Mozzarella sticks, stuffed mushrooms, and grabbing another pounder he was suddenly brought to attention by Will clanking his own glass pounder.

“Alright you big guys! Time for our button popping contest.”

Two big men, Peter and Kramer stood side by side, they weren’t as big as Harold, but each had button up shirts on.

“Ready?” Will asked, “Go!”

They both had a hose hooked to the same keg, everyone was quiet then started cheering. Rick watched from a distance devouring his now fifth plate, his belly now pressing out so far he had a “Shelf” for plate number six.

There bellies seem to inflate, Peter was clearly in the lead, his underbelly was poking out of the tight white shirt under his button up, oval shaped spaces between the buttons themselves were growing, Kramer’s shirt was just expanding out word but also thick love handles were coming in to. Rick was afraid and turned on at the same time, he grabbed his eclairs and shoved him in his mouth.

Peter was suddenly staring at him, his Adams apple moving up and down behind his beard. While Kramers belly was straining the poor buttons.

3 flew off Peters shirt. He stopped and let out a loud belch. Kramer stopped and held a thumbs up. They bumped bellies in earnest.

“Now the winner and the loser of the Button Off will turn encouragers to our two lightweights.”

Rick was licking his plate, Joe next to him, looking up in surprise.

Rick’s last way in was 230, Joe at 250…They shared looks, then looked at each others bellies.

Peter came over and helped Rick up, “This one is mine” Peter announced.

He helped Rick out of his drunk stupor. Not almost passing out drunk, more of a silly binge.

“I don’t know man I’m feeling kind of full.”

Everyone laughed, Rick smiled and rubbed his gut.

“well you seem to like my Eclairs’.” Peter said, so you can have the rest of them.  

Joe and Rick were lead out to the large Indoor pool area, there was a full Bear Soup in the pool, and next to them were cross bars.

“Now for our singlet split” Bill said. Harold was next to him.

Rick was strapped in. He could see Joe was right next to him.

He turned over “I’m going to win” Joe said, packing his round gut.”

Rick winked back “Winner fucks the loser”

So it began, Rick devoured éclair after éclair, pausing for more beer a much less sweat one but a decent ipa that seemed to go well with the sweets.  

That wasn’t all though, he felt hands rubbing his belly, gripping at his hard though it seems like his legs and ass were catching up. He even saw cocks whipping out of shorts and underwear, guys were looking at him jacking off, he even felt a stray string of cum across his face, Meanwhile the singlet was getting tight, his toes were disappearing.

Riiippp

He heard a loud moan and looked back at Joe. His singlet had split, spilling out a massive hairy ball.

Everyone cheered. They released Rick and he waddled over to Joe and gave him a kiss though with their newfound “bulk” the managed to make out.

“Weigh in!” Harold said.

Joe put in at about 318, while Rick was a close second at 285.

By then the party was winding down, most of the guys sat on the couch talking or just relaxing. Joe and Rick were in one of the bedrooms laying on their backs slowly stroking each other’s cocks.

“If I wasn’t so stuffed right now, I’d be fucking your fat ass.”

“We got fat in one night, it’s kind of fucked you think?”

“Did it hurt?” Joe asked

“The opposite, I must have come buckets back there”

“I came when I split my singlet, and that cheese cake was so good”

They slept for a while and into the night. Rick went to take a piss, one of the longest ever, and felt a large belly fill his a lower back, a thick wet cock made its way around his hole. Hands reached around his still full belly, and all Rick could do was moan.

“I like you fat,” Joe whispered. “I want you bigger, think you could use a beer, you may need this.”

He couldn’t possibly drink any more when the beers starting filling the funnel.

He chugged, Joe felt his belly push further and further out the floorboards groaning. The whole surreal process was happening again, only this time Joe was balls deep in his fat ass. When the orgasm came it was more like an impact that it an explosion, the clock on the wall would have counted two minutes and endless jets of seamen danced across the mirror. His belly was now sitting on the edge of the sink. His vision blurred as his eyes rolled back into his head. It was ecstasy infinity.

He awoke next to Joe. It was morning. He looked down in Sadness to see his was back at his before size. He turned around to see Joe was no longer the bear giant he was but still had that pot belly he saw in the hallway before the feeding started.

The dream….it was so real. So hot, and waking up with his ass hurting just a little told him they had fucked.

“Breakfast!” A familiar voice called from downstairs.

A wave of panic and sadness went through Rick, it was all a dream but one of the hottest he had.

Joe had a belly Rick wanted to hold on to it in case it too was a dream.

“You really like this belly don’t you?” Joe asked. “Couldn’t keep your hands off it and kept brining me beer, you liked they wait it looks bloated Awkward, embarrassing, but then you said you’d get fat like me and well, that makes my dick hard.”

There was hope in Rick’s eyes.

“So, I think you need to eat all you want starting today and you better have a gut by next month”

“Breakfast is served!” Again, from down stairs “Hope You’re Hungry!”