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My ex could end an argument just by doing this. No matter what I was saying, a few rubs of his belly and I'd be trailing off, eyes glued to his hand as it rubbed over his big hairy stomach up to his hairy chest. He hadn't even meant to do it the first time. He was shirtless, as usual, big belly poking out and scratched an itch on his chest mid argument. As he did it was like i fell immediately into submission. I had been so mad, but my words started slowing, slurring as I lost focus of what I was saying.

When he stopped, before I knew it, my mouth opened and told him to keep going. He was confused at first but then saw the dazed look on my face, the way my eyes were fixed on his hand, and he rubbed a bit more, watching my head follow his hand as I went silent.

My mind went blank. All I could focus on as the sound his hand made as it rubbed against his bushy chest hair. How I wanted to rub my face into it, into his belly, become his little bitch and let him own me.

"You like that huh babe?" he said with a smug smile.

"Yes," I said.

"On your knees, boy," he commanded, "Come to Daddy."

I dropped to my knees, feeling my cock swelling and pride burning. It was so humiliating that he could do this to me... and it was even more humiliating that I fucking loved it. That just made it hotter... which was even more humiliating... which just made it hotter. My pride became a quiet voice as i slid down the spiral of submission. The fact that he could not only shut me up, but have precum leaking out of my cock over it. That I couldn't fight what my body wanted, no matter how wrong it was.

He stepped closer to me. His belly's bulging mass hung in front of my twinkish body, mesmerizing me.

"You're not mad anymore, right babe?"

"No sir," I said, more precum dripping out of me. After two years of exploring all the triggers that would turn me into his bitch, he didn't have to command me to call him sir when he put me under like this; it was clear who was in charge.

"It didn't matter, did it baby?"

"No sir," I said.

"So babe," he said smiling, "Now I can have you leaking with a few chest rubs?" His hand slid back over his hairy chest. My hips started bucking, hand falling to my throbbing cock and jerking it.

"Thats my little fit boy," he said, grabbing the back of my head and pressing it into his belly. I rubbed my face back and forth in ecstacy, smiling widely as I buried my head in him. He was so big. So in control. And I was his twink slave. I'd never pictured myself with a big guy, but he tamed me, made me into his belly worshipping boy. My tongue rolled out, licking him, worshipping his big belly. He'd pursued me at first, but once he had me, he made me his completely in a few months. He showed me where I belonged as a fit twink: wrapped around a big man, sucking his nipples, rubbing his hairy belly, sucking his cock. Had me waking up sucking him off, licking his pits clean, cooking his breakfast. Thirsting for him all the time. He'd stare indifferently while I sucked his cock for hours. Would wake up to me sucking him, blow a load on my face, and then collapse back over me and fall back asleep on me, making his cum dry on my bitch face. Miss it 🤤 and know i'd drop back to my knees in a second if he asked.

Big boy season is coming 🧸🍁🍂❄️, it's time to find a teddy bear to hibernate together

How a Chaser's Born: Part 1

You stared at your new boyfriend hungrily, eyes lighting up. Until a few days ago, you'd been dating a fit jock- the guy of your dreams, really. You'd been at the bar with him; he went to dance, and you went to get you both drinks- and then you met Him- your new boyfriend, although you didn't know it at first. He told you you and your (ex)boyfriend were cute, and you smiled and said thanks politely and then turned away, keeping it short. You were used to getting hit on by older guys like him, but he wasn't your type at all. You liked fit guys.

He kept talking to you. You were getting annoyed. I mean, did he really think he had a chance with you? After putting up with about five minutes of conversation, you finally got your drink and turned to look for your boyfriend. You thought you felt his hand brush against your hand holding your cup for a second, but when you looked both of his were by his side. You finally made up an excuse and walked away, heading to the other side of the bar. When you looked back though, he was gone. You took a sip of your drink. It seemed extra sweet for some reason...

But the next thing you knew, he was behind you, gripping your waist and pulling you close. You were about to pull away, but your eyes glazed over as you made contact with him and his body pressed against yours. He felt so ... good... so... warm...inviting...cuddly... you went limp, becoming pliable and compliant, melting at his touch. He started grinding against you and your body did the same in response, feeling his big, beefy belly rubbing against you. It made you feel so... small... so... tiny... so... safe... You gasped as he leaned in, his bushy beard rubbing against the smooth skin of your neck, sending shivers through you. He started whispering in your ear, every sentence becoming true as he spoke it, rewriting you memories: You were his, now. You'd wanted him for as long as you could remember, acted desperate and embarrassed and blushed like a little schoolgirl whenever he came around. You thought he was the sexiest man on earth- completely irresistible- and you always had. You'd been begging since the first day you met to be his boy, but he'd never really liked you. You weren't good enough for him, then- but after years of pining over him, he'd finally decided to give you a chance, which made you feel like the luckiest boy in the world.

You nodded, accepting the new reality he'd created for you eagerly. It felt even better that he was finally touching you, now that you'd remembered just how long you'd wanted him- just how long you'd dreamed of this very moment, finally being able to feel your skinny body coalescing into his. His touch felt electric. You leaned back, pressing harder into him, and let out a long sigh as his thick, hairy arms closed around you. People stared, but you didn't care- you knew they were just jealous that the sexiest man in this club had his hands on you.

He went on, softly whispering more of your new reality to you: You'd been confused. It wasn't that he was too fit, it was that you were too skinny. Too lean. You needed a big man, one you could cuddle up against, one that dwarfed you and could make you feel like the tiny boy you were. You loved your boyfriend, but lately you'd realized he'd never be enough. His bony, skinny body just didn't do it for you anymore. Not after this. You'd tell him soon. For now, you'd already decided you were going home with him tonight.

You nodded again. Yes! He was taking you home with him, finally. New memories suddenly rushed into your head: all the nights you'd headed out to the bar determined to chat him up, hoping this would be the outcome- and the disappointment you'd felt every time he blew you off. You'd go home, dejected, and fall asleep fantasizing about all the things you wanted to do to him, all the things you wanted him to do to you, thinking about what you could say or do to get his attention the next time... but it was finally happening.

He gripped your ass tightly with one hand and led you forward, out of the club. As soon as you got in the car you tried to make out with him again.

"Easy, easy boy. Just be patient."

You groaned impatiently, almost throwing a tantrum. You'd wanted him for so long- waiting even a little while longer felt like torture. Your cock was rock hard, dripping precum just by being next to him. You'd never been so attracted to someone in your life. Just the sight of him and his bulging, big stomach you just wanted to cuddle up with sent you into a frenzy- it always had, right? Right. You loved how big he was; it was the sexiest thing about him, you remembered. There was just something so powerful about him, so alluring that had always drawn you in from the moment you first saw him- and being with him felt so, so good. He placed a hand on your leg, rubbing it slowly. It felt like heat spilled down from where he touched you as you sunk into a dreamy daze. Before you knew it you were home and he was leading you inside.

He sat on the couch with a heavy, deep sigh that turned you on. He nodded for you to stand in front of him, which you did eagerly, then he nodded down at the ground, signaling you to kneel. You knelt a couple feet away from the couch, heart racing, awaiting what he had in store for you.

"Now, before you can touch me, I'm going to let you go back to your old reality, boy," he said. "We need to talk about a couple things, boy. But no getting up, yet." He snapped his fingers.

Your vision blurred and got hazy as you mind seemed to slide out of focus, then back in. You looked around, confused. You'd just been at the bar- how did you get here with this weird guy who's been hitting on you? And what the fuck was he doing in front of you on his couch? Why were you kneeling, and why didn't your body seem to want to get up?

"I know baby. I know you're confused. Just listen for two or three minutes, and then you'll be free to go," he said in his low, deep voice, he said, slowly undoing his shirt's buttons one by one. You glared at him, pissed, till you realized he wanted you to stare at him- weirdo. You looked away to spite him.

He chuckled. "Baby, I could make you look at me if I wanted. The serum I dropped in your drink makes you my servant for about twelve hours or so," he said, sliding another two buttons open. As much as you tried not to, you found your eyes flickering back to him over and over again as each button popping loose, showing more and more of his broad, hairy chest- but it wasn't him forcing you. It was all you. You liking a bigger, older guy like this? It was unbelievable. You kept trying to tell yourself he wasn't your type, that you weren't into guys like this, but as much as your mind rebelled at the thought, your body remebered how it'd felt- and it wanted more. You cursed internally as you felt your cock getting harder and harder with every button he undid, with every look at his thick, bulging stomach pressing against his shirt, getting closer and closer to being fully exposed. You looked away again, gritting your teeth.

He popped another button open. You managed to keep looking away for that one... "But I'm interested in a little more than twelve hours," he said, sliding the final two buttons loose, finally letting his entire belly free. Your head snapped towards it reflexively. "And I think you are too," he continued, patting his stomach, slowly rubbing all over it.

Fuck! You didn't know why, but something about it made you lose it- made you go almost feral. The sound of his hand grazing against his hairy chest- fuck- fuuuuuuuuuuuuck- you couldn't stop staring, couldn't stop following his hand with your eyes, couldn't stop imagining it being your own hands getting to rub all over him, the sound you skin would make running over his. He was so hot. You remembered how warm his belly felt against your back, how little it made you feel, how all you'd wanted was to cuddle up to it. Your eyes locked onto it, slowly glazing over as you looked him up and down.

"That's it, boy," he said slowly, watching your head follow his hand. "You don't have to say anything. I can see it in your eyes. I've got you now. You're all mine. I knew you would be. See, the serum is just to get you here, but I don't want you to be with me because of a serum. I want you to be with me because you want it."

"I do," you panted, "I do want you. I'm sorry I blew you off, sir. I was stupid. I didn't realize... didn't realize how much I needed you." He was your type, you'd just been too dumb, too brainwashed by society to realize it, but now that you'd had a taste you wanted... needed.... more...

He laughed deeply. "I could tell at the bar the type you were, boy- a little vanilla bitch conditioned to think you like built, muscular guys your whole life, never straying outside the little boundaries society set for you. I watched a lot of boys like you go through this before. They think they're too good for something like this at first. They always pictured themselves around the arm of a nice smooth, cut and defined jock, or something. Imagine showing him off, others being jealous and all that.

"But then they meet someone like me, and reality hits, because your bodies say different. You let go of that idea of the built jock. Your body says that you wanna lay yourself down on this big, soft stomach. Get lost in its mass. Cling onto it and feel small and safe holding your big Daddy. Latch onto one of these beefy nipples and suck the night away. And the hair? You want that, too. You want your face in it, you want to feel it rubbing against your smooth body as you climb up me like a jungle gym, safe and warm against my big body."

"Yes," you whispered, eyes glazed over as you envisioned everything he described. He was big. You were tiny. He was strong. You were weak. You needed him. He didn't need you.

"Now I'm going to let you move again when I snap my fingers, boy," he said. Your cock surged at the word "boy". You realized he'd been calling you that all night, slowly priming you, making you position him as an authority figure in your head. You looked up, staring into his eyes. "Yep, in a minute you'll be able to get up and walk out of here, if that's what you want," he chuckled. "But if you want to stay," he said, patting his big belly, watching your eyes follow his hand with a satisfied smirk, "If you want to stay and cuddle up next to Daddy, well, all you need to do is come and do it."

He snapped his fingers.