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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. ^_____^
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