Bear Tattoo

Anthony had never really the way he looked. It was always annoying how he had just a bit too much weight on his frame that it just couldn’t attract another guy. Sure, there were always the gainers online, but he never wanted to get fatter. If anything he wanted to look a little bit more buff. Seeing those big hairy guys in the gym was what he envied, he just wasn’t sure how to properly do it. They seemed to be able to lift all kinds of weight, while he was still stuck at the ‘kiddie section.’ Not that they ever said anything but he still felt a mocking stare on him.

It was something he always thought about. Even in the back of his mind it would be there, nagging him. ‘Why don’t you order a diet?’ ‘Jeez… Do you even try?’ or the ever simple, ‘What’s even the point?’ All the questions seemed to whirl through his mind at least at some point in the day. He’d always been a bit overweight compared to other people his age but after he went to college, that just went out the window. Stress eating made him gain the freshman 15 for at least 2 if not 3 people and he had to buy a whole new wardrobe. It was the only thing that kept him sane. But not being to see over his large belly was just too much. Shorts and pants never seemed to fit him right and shirts had to hang over him like a dress.

Though when he stepped into the tattoo none of that seemed to matter. It was just going to be an extra accessory. If he was already going to the gym, it was just a matter of time before he actually started to change. And that’s what the tattoo was supposed to symbolize. His change into something he could be more proud of. Of course it was all pomp and circumstance but he still felt a bit like it was a lie as he sat down in the chair with the other guy sitting over him.

“So you sure you want this?” the guy with ink covering both his arms, neck and some of his face asked. There was clearly more where Anthony couldn’t see but he felt a bit more confident in the work of someone who was so decked out in his work. The number of intricate and interesting symbols over his body was nothing to shake at.

“Ye-yeah. I think so,” Anthony took a deep breath as he saw the needle coming closer.

The tattoo artist took a second. “You sure?” he asked again. Anthony’s silence made him back off. “Well? Out with it.”

Anthony squirmed in the car a little bit, getting his weight into a more comfortable position. The tattoo artist stared back with a blank face, clearly waiting for Anthony to speak. “Well… It’s just… What if people make fun of me for it?”

“Is that all?” the tattoo artist laughed. But Anthony felt like he probably didn’t understand what he would be so nervous about. The artist’s commanding and imposing body made it hard to think anyone would ever make fun of him to his face. And the tattoos just made him look a bit more threatening even though behind his smile there was obviously something a lot nicer. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll put a bit of magic in there to help you out.”

“Thanks…” Anthony muttered, unsure if he liked being treated like a child again. “You can do it. I’m just being stupid…”

“It’s alright bud, nothing to be ashamed of,” he started pricking into Anthony’s skin. It was a fairly simple design, just a massive bear paw with a bunch of different colors in it. Anthony was more worried that he would have to come back for each of the colors of the rainbow, but according to this guy, he had a special way of implementing the ink that it could all be done at once. It took a little over and hour and he was done. “There we go,” smiled and slid back in his chair. “Go on give me a flex to show it off.”

Anthony looked his arm where the colorful tattoo was. It sat just between his shoulder and bicep. “Looks good…” he muttered flexing his arm back and forth.

“Cause I do good work,” the artist bragged. “But no sleeves for the next couple days. Got it? Don’t want it to start rubbing off or get infected.”

“Right,” Anthony agreed. Though there weren’t many times he wanted to walk around without sleeves on. He told himself that it was probably what he needed. After all it was his gym day. Why shouldn’t he try going sleeveless from time to time? He drove to the gym and started changing into his other clothes. An odd amount of confidence was running through his body as he started changing. Each time he looked in the mirror he could see the colors of the tattoo and felt a bit more at ease.

However, it wasn’t until Marco came into the locker room that he felt that confidence waver. Seeing the ‘armature’ bodybuilder come in he knew he was going to get some kind of comment. “Sup big guy, still trying not to have a heart attack?” he smirked. It was always with him. He always felt justified in saying some kind of remark.

But Anthony wasn’t going to let it get to him. Honestly, it was more that it wasn’t getting to him. For some reason he didn’t feel as intimidated or uncomfortable around Marco. Even the slight sideways glance from the overly juiced up guy would make him feel uncomfortable. Right now he didn’t feel anything. He just let off a huff and continued pulling up his shorts over his legs.

“What’s up fatso?” he was getting more direct as the other insult didn’t seem to do what he’d wanted it to. “Think you get some kind of tattoo and grow some body hair you’re more of a man than me?”

“I’ve always been more of a man than you,” the words came out of Anthony’s mouth before he even realized that he said them. Even the body language that was hinting at exactly which part of his manhood, Anthony was talking about.

“Oh ho ho!” Marco faked a dumb laugh. It bounced off the concrete walls and metal lockers. “Real tough guy today,” he gripped Anthony’s shoulder trying to be intimidating again. Despite being near his thirties, Marco still acted like he was in high school. With just a little pressure to his shoulder he figured that Anthony would drop to his knees, especially as he gripped the tattoo. He was in a surprise as he felt more of a gooey substance under his hand and as he gripped Anthony’s shoulder.

He jumped back shaking his hand as a rainbow of ink colored it. “The fuck!?” Marco shouted as the ink didn’t seem to drip from his hand. Instead it seemed to pull up across his arm and then seep into his skin. “Woah…” he muttered as his world started to spin. He steadied his body against the locker and tried to evaluate what was going on. The thing he was most conscious of was his dick starting to get hard. A thought of Anthony went through his head and he let out a deep moan. “The fuck?” he moaned again.

Anthony was more distracted with himself to really notice. The second Marco pulled away he could already feel something down to his core starting to change. At 400 pounds he’d always been consciously aware of his fat and just how much he had. Though right now, he could feel it tightening up. The large flabs hanging down around his arms were pulling up into decently defined biceps. While the belly that always hung so far in front of him was shrinking. His hands gripped at the fat and it was getting harder and harder to hold onto. As he stared at the mirror he could see the oversized gut pull back into something far more reasonable. The 60 inch waist he’d thought he’d never lose; turned into a far more manageable 40 inch one.

His pecs were lined perfectly with his belly. He raised his arm with the rainbow tattoo and gave it a nice flex. Even with the clear layer of fat, he could see a dense muscle underneath it. He’d always had thick arms but it was just because of the fat, now he could actually feel strong as he stared at the thick frame.

“Wow! You look so hot…” Marco belted out. He covered his mouth after hearing the higher pitched nature of his voice. All the while his muscles were losing their dense shape that they had had. Their dense nature flattened out and hung loosely off his arms and chest while his abs grew into one thicker block. The slight belly hung lifelessly in front of him as more of his 10% body fat turned into something far closer to 30%. Two large rounds globes of an ass jiggled as he backed up against the locker again.

“You think I’m hot?” Anthony grinned. His lips were hidden behind a thick beard that dropped down to his chest. He could almost hear the erotic nature of his deeper more commanding voice.

“N-nuh-no,” even as Marco spoke, his body was betraying him. A clear nod was shaking his head up and down, while his dick was trying it’s best to push up the heavy amount of fat now weighing it down. The three inches didn’t have much of a chance as it couldn’t move the hefty belly weighing his dick down.

“Oh?” Anthony turned around and pretended to be uninterested. He could feel his own standing at attention at the current situation. Watching Marco’s macho alpha body turn to something he would have never dreamed of was more empowering than Anthony ever thought he could have wanted. And then he knew what Marco was thinking. He could see it on his nervous face as his eyes rounded each and every one of Anthony’s more sturdy curves. The flab had turned to a more burly and bulky body instead of hanging loosely at his sides.

“Wa-wait!” Marco called out for Anthony’s attention. “I just… Fuck… I don’t know. Just…” his attention went to the floor as he tried to pretend he wasn’t interested.

Anthony slowly approached and put his meaty hands against the locker over Marco’s shoulder. He could see the other guy tense up. Marco’s eyes went wide as Anthony’s face was mere inches away from his own. Seeing the powerful glare in his eyes and masculine face covered in thick facial hair made it hard to look away. Anthony cocked a grin and removed the inches between them. His mouth connected with Marco’s sending the other guy into a state of bliss.

All of Marco’s weight went against the locker as he felt their lips lock. His hands gripped at the flat surface, hoping to find something to hold onto. Each movement the other man did, sent him a little closer over the edge. Feeling his heavy muscular body pushing ever so gently down onto him was too much. All he could think about was running his hands through Anthony’s furry belly. Feeling the soft but powerful muscles. He wanted to please him.

The thought was too much. Marco’s eyes went wide with pleasure as cum shot out of his dick. He could feel the cold liquid covering the bottom part of his belly while he felt the wave of bliss wash over him. He finally came to with Anthony back to the few inches away from him with a cocky grin on his face. “Not even a minute?” he grinned. Marco looked down a bit ashamed at the mess growing in his shorts. Hearing Anthony lightly mock him for his inability to hold on seemed to have made him hard again.

“I can do better,” he defended.

“Sure,” Anthony rolled his eyes as he turned away.

“Wait!”

“Fuck no,” Anthony grinned. “This body is way too hot to waste too much time on you,” he ran his thick hands over the thicker belly. “I’m going to find someone who can please me.”

‘That won’t be hard…’ Marco thought to himself as he watched the thick meaty ass walk out of the locker room.