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He had been coming up to you in the club for a while, but you weren’t into him; just another weird older guy hitting on you. Plus you had a boyfriend who was clearly with you. He didn’t seem to mind that. But he was nice and would buy you drinks. You always wondered what he was thinking....what would a hot, fit young twink like you want with a big older guy like him anyway? But hey- free drinks just for some chatting, what a sucker!
One night after a few while you were out alone he asked for a kiss in exchange for the next round. Just a quick peck on the mouth. What was the worst that could happen?
You obliged, leaning away from his shirtless body so you didn’t touch it. It kinda of grossed you out. You gave him a quick kiss and pulled away quickly, but some of his saliva still got into your mouth off his wet lips, damp from his drink. You licked it off reflexively, enjoying at the sweet, alcoholic taste, waiting for it to pass as you waited for your next round. But it didn’t. The taste got a little stronger, then a little stronger, till your tongue was clicking against the roof of your mouth trying to taste it deeper.
You looked over at him. Suddenly his chest... his big...broad...hairy chest looked so.. inviting. It was like you were seeing him through new eyes for some reason. He looked ...so strong. So tall. Wouldn’t most of your body fit, wrapped tight around his long torso? Didn’t you want to be wrapped around it, burying your face in his chest hair? You found yourself focused on it, imaging yourself lost in bliss nuzzling against his mounds of fur, his big, strong, hairy arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer into his belly. It was probably warm....yeah....so warm on Daddy’s big, fuzzy belly.... You wanted to feel that warmth. You could be his special boy, just like he wanted. But you weren’t single, you started to think apprehensively. Just then, his eyes locked with your as he flashed you his killer smile. You felt heat surge through you. He was...beautiful. Why hadn’t you seen iit before?
He walked over to you. “You ready to go, boy?” he asked, towering over you. You were ready to go. You grabbed your jacket and headed out the door with him, as if you’d known him forever, reaching to hold his hand as you walked out. He smiled down at you again, gripping it tightly. You felt warm. You were his now.
Before you knew it, you were blocks away, his strong, burly arm around you, hugging you close...but part of you hesitated as a thought brought you back to focus somewhat. “But my boyfri-” He kissed your head and the thought instantly melted away like he’d poured warm water down your head, a complacent, dumb, smile forming on your face again. His big body was letting off warm heat that made you feel foggy, especially off his big arm around you. It made you draw closer to into him. Being closer to it was all you could think about now. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll understand,” he said, “Once you bring him over for his kiss. You can still be his boyfriend, but you’ll be my boys now.”
Daddy having a good time …
Reminds me of being with my bear master … the look of complete bliss in his eyes as that warm feeling takes over and he surrenders to his daddy, the look of freedom and release as he lets him take control. The way his Daddy just lays back confidently, knowing he has his boy so completely that he doesn’t have to do anything more than sit back, belly out, and watch his boy’s transformation into his obedient slave begin.... the best feeling in the world 🥰
It didn’t happen at first... it took me a little while to get over my shame at being so attracted to him... but it didn’t take long for him to have me pleading for and worshipping his belly just like this boy. The hypnotic magnetism that would pulse from his stomach, drawing me in, leaving me desperately crawling up and nuzzling against his fat, hairy belly in bliss while he sat back lazily and rubbed my tight little ass, feeling smug satisfaction knowing he didn’t have to do a thing, just sit back and let his belly work it’s magic on me. When it started happening it was like he couldn’t believe what he was doing to me. I think he also hadn’t embraced his power yet, the way I hadn’t either at first. He might’ve been insecure about his weight too. But slowly he began to see more and more of what he could do to me. How just like this little twink here, the sight of his belly made me submit to him, turning me from the one who normally wore the pants to bowing down to his big belly and hairy chest, sucking on Master’s nipples.
How he’d leave some belly poking out of his shirt, rubbing it with fake casualness, pretending not to notice me staring over hungrily, activated by the sight. Smiling down as he watched how easily I’d give up all control to him. He loved how he could transform a cute, proud twink like me into his a little bitch begging to suck his bear tits just by lifting his shirt, just like the boy above. The same way all Daddys slowly break their chasers. How at first he’s just nuzzling against Master’s belly, just playfully, but then is slowly drawn in by its power. Soon he can’t pull away anymore though, his head instinctually leaning in whether he wants it or not and pressing his face into his Daddy, wanting, needing more. Feeling like he still can’t get enough until his Master lays down so his boy can feel the full euphoria he so desperately wants, climbing on top of it now and pressing his tiny body into it, rubbing and worshipping his Master’s belly.
I know that feeling completely...it feels amazing. Knowing the sight of his belly could make me drop all my pride, all my ego, any pretending I did outside of the bedroom that I was in control in our relationship, and devolve me into his submissive slut begging for his cock and hairy, sweaty pits was a little scary at first...but it felt so good to let go. To surrender to his power, surrender to the fact that my place was crawling up his big, hairy belly, pressing my face and skinny body into it, feeling so so small while he played with my hair, smiling down smugly, knowing he’d fully tamed me. Knowing he could trigger my transformation into his obedient slave so easily. I’d then get lost in his thick, dark chest hair, rubbing my face and smooth, skinny body against his, reaffirming that he was the man and I was just his smooth boy, there to serve, and his arms would wrap around and pull me in closer to his warm, hairy body, head stuffed into his pit inhaling his musk, sinking me deeper under Daddy’s control. My worshipping of him got more intense as I felt his big hands explore down to my lil ass, gripping and cupping it in his greedy grip, claiming it, knowing it was his now. Moaning and opening up while his fingers teased and worked their way into my hole. Loving the feeling of offering it up to my Daddy and not knowing why it turned me on so much, being confused and even revolted by it at first, but still finding my pup ass wagging in the air for Master.... so turned on by the feeling of offering myself up for use to my new chub master.
He was usually the more horny one at first, wanted me more than I wanted him, but that slowly changed more and more, till I was constantly begging to worship him. At first it was just hot to please him when we hooked up. But as years went by and his hold over me got stronger, it became hot to please him all the time. To rub and lick clean his feet or belly while we watched TV. Serving him his meals and cleaning up after while he relaxed. Walking around in my underwear so he could constantly be reminded that he owned my fit lil body. My urge to please him left the bedroom and took over my life. He liked it that way. My confusion about it making it even hotter, making me even weaker and more receptive to his guidance. He has turned me from someone who always wanted a fit bf into his enslaved chubchaser; changed my entire type, had me thirsting over fat guys all the time which I had never done before. Ones I'd see online. Ones I’d see on the way to work. Feeling my body and natural urges take over, quieting my brain, my only thoughts being of becoming a good boy and getting to worship their bellies.
My favorite was in the summers when it was hot and humid, and after a long night of drinking we’d watch tv and after a few minutes of cuddling, i’d be begging him to take his shirt off, like he knew I would. He would, looking down at me smugly, knowing how much he’d won me over. watching me smile in bliss as I pressed myself against his belly, then began to lick up the shiny layer of sweat that built up on him in the heat. He’d sit back and drink more beers and basically ignore me while i drooled and licked up every last drop of sweat. pulling myself closer to him, inhaling the musky odor that had built up on him. Lick his pits and feet cleaned, while always making sure he had a cold beer in his hand. Just like a good boy should.
I swear that chaser is like rolling on ecstasy. I wouldn't blame him. I'd experience the same high. ^_____^