WG Story Drone
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BHM, Transformation, Romance, ~VWG: Here's a fantasy romance for all you moonlight lovers out there. . .
I nearly passed Pete by without saying Hi. I only looked twice because I was checking him out, but I hardly recognised him.
It had been a busy shift for me at the hospital where Im a nurse, and I was finally on my way home when he lumbered in through the doors. Hed moved into my neighborhood about five months ago. He was always cute; 5 10, smiley brown eyes, stocky build, slightly curly dark hair, permanent 5 oclock shadow, but he seemed to have put on loads of weight really quickly. He used to be about 205 lbs, but he seemed to have put on about 60 lbs in six weeks. The extra weight looked good on him. Made him even cuter perhaps, which was why I was checking him out. Me likey!
He smiled shyly as we passed each other and it struck me then that he was Pete from round my way.
Hi Pete, I said cheerily.
Hey Kira, he replied, his cheeks reddening, thrusting his hands in his pockets.
We were only on Hello terms so it wasnt unusual for him not to stop and chat. I feasted my eyes on his juicy rear as he went off. Nice.
I saw him speak to the receptionist, who called over a nurse, a friend of mine called Liz. Liz led him away.
That night I gave Liz a call. I knew Petes hospital visit was none of my business, but I just wanted to make sure he was okay.
You had a patient at about 3 today, Pete Brannigan. Hes a friend of mine. Dont tell me the details but I just wanted to know if hes alright.
The fat guy? He was referred to us for a blood test. Apparently hes been putting on weight really quickly. He says hes been getting up in the night and pigging out. Well check if hes lacking in any nutrients, or if theres anything wrong with his thyroid, anything thats making him do it. Its probably not medical though, more likely to be psychological.
Trust Liz to tell me more than she should. Poor Pete. It sure was a lot of weight in a short time. He was a writer, so sitting at home at his computer all day with snacks on hand and no exercise was bound to put more weight on him eventually. Besides, he was never skinny to begin with, and in his mid-thirties his metabolism was probably slowing down. Night eating on top of that wasnt a good idea. Not that I didnt like him bigger. In fact, I was in danger of developing a serious crush.
As I hung up the phone, I heard a noise outside. I looked out of the window and couldnt believe my eyes when I saw a huge black bear. He was eating something from a trashcan up the street. It was early summer so it wasnt very dark outside yet and I could see clearly. I was scared but transfixed.
He stood on his hind legs to rummage for food and then sat down to eat his booty of left over pizza. He was almost adorable as he ate his cheese feast pizza slices with comically good table manners. I noticed that he was pretty fat. His huge round belly bulged out. He looked soft and cuddly. I had to remind myself that he probably wasnt. If anyone tried to hug him, hed most likely maul them to death! Still it was tempting. Especially for a girl like me who likes her men bear-shaped.
I wondered what to do. This wasnt an area usually frequented by bears. He must have escaped from somewhere. I considered calling the animal welfare people so they could take him back safely to where he belonged. I didnt want anyone panicking and shooting him or something. He only wanted something to eat. He wasnt hurting anyone. But if the animal welfare took him away I wouldnt be able to watch him and in the end I ended up watching him for over an hour.
He ate and ate, going from trashcan to trashcan including mine, until there was nothing edible left. He licked his paws clean and then lolloped away on all fours. I sighed. I was strangely pleased that he seemed to particularly enjoy my leftover lemon sesame chicken. And at least it hadnt gone to waste.
The bear returned every couple of nights, week after week. Watching him became a major interest for me. I sometimes even declined offers of nights out with my friends because I didnt want to miss him.
No one else in the neighborhood seemed aware of his visits. Hed just come, eat everything there was to eat and then leave again. I saw a documentary on the nature channel about Black Bears one night. I learnt that from May to December, bears concentrate on gaining as much weight as they can to see them through winter hibernation. Their metabolisms slow so they can store as much fat as possible. They become eating machines and unlike humans, theres no harm to their health if they become massively obese.
A bear can never be too fat. When they emerge from their dens in March, the excess fat has been used up. I was right in thinking my bear is male. A female would probably have had some cubs with her. Bears who venture into urban areas can get really fat because of all the waste food we throw out. Theyre pretty clever and resourceful. One stole bags of shopping from someones car. He was even fatter than my bear.
Pete, meanwhile, was continuing to gain weight. Whenever I saw him I marvelled at the way his massive belly had grown, swelling out, pushing down the waistband of his jeans, which were being replaced frequently by larger sizes. He was gorgeous. A human bear. Fall was coming and Pete looked to be about 350 lbs.
One night in November, I was returning home from a late shift. It was about 10 pm and Id brought home a pizza for my dinner. Id got an extra large one so Id have plenty of leftovers for my bear. As I approached my driveway, there he was! He was tucking into some chocolate chip cookies from my trash. He turned his head when he heard me and fixed me with his dark eyes. He sniffed and turned his whole body to face me.
His belly was enormous and when he proceeded toward me on all fours, I could see that it hung down with only about an inch between it and the ground. He was agile though. He sat down in front of me and when he landed on his backside he looked down, seemingly amazed at how huge his belly was. In fact he was now fatter than the bear in the documentary. Up close, I realised that not only was he fat, he was tall. If hed stood on his hind legs hed have been nearly eight feet tall.
He held out one paw to me. He wanted the pizza. I opened the box and offered it to him. He scooped up a few slices together using both paws. He was so cute up close. His fur was glossy and silky. I couldnt help but reach out my hand and give his back a stroke. I figured if he turned nasty I could placate him with the rest of the pizza. He was happily eating so he didnt even seem to notice. I placed the box down on the ground close to him so he could easily reach the rest of the pizza and then stealthily moved off into my house.
I got an empty box and filled it with goodies from my cupboards and fridge. Cake, ice cream, cookies, fruit, cherry pie, chicken wings, bologna, meatballs. I rushed out to find him finishing the last of the pizza. I held out a chicken wing to him, which he chewed and gulped down in seconds. I put down the box next to the empty pizza box and tentatively gave him another stroke. He was so engrossed in the food, now dipping a paw in my tub of Ben & Jerrys and licking it, that he didnt mind me touching him.
I gave his belly a gentle rub. Id never felt anything so nice. It was big round and furry, just like the belly my dream man would have. I gave him a big hug, reaching round from behind while he finished everything in the box. Then just as he was eating the last thing I eased away from him slowly. He licked his paws clean, manoeuvred himself onto all fours and went onto the next house.
In bed that night I got to thinking about Pete. There was a hot single guy right on my doorstep. A guy just like the men I dreamed of. My very own bear. It wouldnt cost anything to actively go after him. I resolved to make the effort to snare him. I would extend our exchanges beyond Hello. I could even ask him to come out for a drink or something. Why not? Why should I just admire him from afar? I decided that the next time we bumped into each other, I would go for it. I enjoyed thoughts of Pete before drifting off to sleep.
The Night Bear
By P. Kirk
By P. Kirk
I nearly passed Pete by without saying Hi. I only looked twice because I was checking him out, but I hardly recognised him.
It had been a busy shift for me at the hospital where Im a nurse, and I was finally on my way home when he lumbered in through the doors. Hed moved into my neighborhood about five months ago. He was always cute; 5 10, smiley brown eyes, stocky build, slightly curly dark hair, permanent 5 oclock shadow, but he seemed to have put on loads of weight really quickly. He used to be about 205 lbs, but he seemed to have put on about 60 lbs in six weeks. The extra weight looked good on him. Made him even cuter perhaps, which was why I was checking him out. Me likey!
He smiled shyly as we passed each other and it struck me then that he was Pete from round my way.
Hi Pete, I said cheerily.
Hey Kira, he replied, his cheeks reddening, thrusting his hands in his pockets.
We were only on Hello terms so it wasnt unusual for him not to stop and chat. I feasted my eyes on his juicy rear as he went off. Nice.
I saw him speak to the receptionist, who called over a nurse, a friend of mine called Liz. Liz led him away.
That night I gave Liz a call. I knew Petes hospital visit was none of my business, but I just wanted to make sure he was okay.
You had a patient at about 3 today, Pete Brannigan. Hes a friend of mine. Dont tell me the details but I just wanted to know if hes alright.
The fat guy? He was referred to us for a blood test. Apparently hes been putting on weight really quickly. He says hes been getting up in the night and pigging out. Well check if hes lacking in any nutrients, or if theres anything wrong with his thyroid, anything thats making him do it. Its probably not medical though, more likely to be psychological.
Trust Liz to tell me more than she should. Poor Pete. It sure was a lot of weight in a short time. He was a writer, so sitting at home at his computer all day with snacks on hand and no exercise was bound to put more weight on him eventually. Besides, he was never skinny to begin with, and in his mid-thirties his metabolism was probably slowing down. Night eating on top of that wasnt a good idea. Not that I didnt like him bigger. In fact, I was in danger of developing a serious crush.
As I hung up the phone, I heard a noise outside. I looked out of the window and couldnt believe my eyes when I saw a huge black bear. He was eating something from a trashcan up the street. It was early summer so it wasnt very dark outside yet and I could see clearly. I was scared but transfixed.
He stood on his hind legs to rummage for food and then sat down to eat his booty of left over pizza. He was almost adorable as he ate his cheese feast pizza slices with comically good table manners. I noticed that he was pretty fat. His huge round belly bulged out. He looked soft and cuddly. I had to remind myself that he probably wasnt. If anyone tried to hug him, hed most likely maul them to death! Still it was tempting. Especially for a girl like me who likes her men bear-shaped.
I wondered what to do. This wasnt an area usually frequented by bears. He must have escaped from somewhere. I considered calling the animal welfare people so they could take him back safely to where he belonged. I didnt want anyone panicking and shooting him or something. He only wanted something to eat. He wasnt hurting anyone. But if the animal welfare took him away I wouldnt be able to watch him and in the end I ended up watching him for over an hour.
He ate and ate, going from trashcan to trashcan including mine, until there was nothing edible left. He licked his paws clean and then lolloped away on all fours. I sighed. I was strangely pleased that he seemed to particularly enjoy my leftover lemon sesame chicken. And at least it hadnt gone to waste.
The bear returned every couple of nights, week after week. Watching him became a major interest for me. I sometimes even declined offers of nights out with my friends because I didnt want to miss him.
No one else in the neighborhood seemed aware of his visits. Hed just come, eat everything there was to eat and then leave again. I saw a documentary on the nature channel about Black Bears one night. I learnt that from May to December, bears concentrate on gaining as much weight as they can to see them through winter hibernation. Their metabolisms slow so they can store as much fat as possible. They become eating machines and unlike humans, theres no harm to their health if they become massively obese.
A bear can never be too fat. When they emerge from their dens in March, the excess fat has been used up. I was right in thinking my bear is male. A female would probably have had some cubs with her. Bears who venture into urban areas can get really fat because of all the waste food we throw out. Theyre pretty clever and resourceful. One stole bags of shopping from someones car. He was even fatter than my bear.
Pete, meanwhile, was continuing to gain weight. Whenever I saw him I marvelled at the way his massive belly had grown, swelling out, pushing down the waistband of his jeans, which were being replaced frequently by larger sizes. He was gorgeous. A human bear. Fall was coming and Pete looked to be about 350 lbs.
One night in November, I was returning home from a late shift. It was about 10 pm and Id brought home a pizza for my dinner. Id got an extra large one so Id have plenty of leftovers for my bear. As I approached my driveway, there he was! He was tucking into some chocolate chip cookies from my trash. He turned his head when he heard me and fixed me with his dark eyes. He sniffed and turned his whole body to face me.
His belly was enormous and when he proceeded toward me on all fours, I could see that it hung down with only about an inch between it and the ground. He was agile though. He sat down in front of me and when he landed on his backside he looked down, seemingly amazed at how huge his belly was. In fact he was now fatter than the bear in the documentary. Up close, I realised that not only was he fat, he was tall. If hed stood on his hind legs hed have been nearly eight feet tall.
He held out one paw to me. He wanted the pizza. I opened the box and offered it to him. He scooped up a few slices together using both paws. He was so cute up close. His fur was glossy and silky. I couldnt help but reach out my hand and give his back a stroke. I figured if he turned nasty I could placate him with the rest of the pizza. He was happily eating so he didnt even seem to notice. I placed the box down on the ground close to him so he could easily reach the rest of the pizza and then stealthily moved off into my house.
I got an empty box and filled it with goodies from my cupboards and fridge. Cake, ice cream, cookies, fruit, cherry pie, chicken wings, bologna, meatballs. I rushed out to find him finishing the last of the pizza. I held out a chicken wing to him, which he chewed and gulped down in seconds. I put down the box next to the empty pizza box and tentatively gave him another stroke. He was so engrossed in the food, now dipping a paw in my tub of Ben & Jerrys and licking it, that he didnt mind me touching him.
I gave his belly a gentle rub. Id never felt anything so nice. It was big round and furry, just like the belly my dream man would have. I gave him a big hug, reaching round from behind while he finished everything in the box. Then just as he was eating the last thing I eased away from him slowly. He licked his paws clean, manoeuvred himself onto all fours and went onto the next house.
In bed that night I got to thinking about Pete. There was a hot single guy right on my doorstep. A guy just like the men I dreamed of. My very own bear. It wouldnt cost anything to actively go after him. I resolved to make the effort to snare him. I would extend our exchanges beyond Hello. I could even ask him to come out for a drink or something. Why not? Why should I just admire him from afar? I decided that the next time we bumped into each other, I would go for it. I enjoyed thoughts of Pete before drifting off to sleep.
