Big Bear LiveStreams Part 06

“Mr. Vitoli,” Paul smiled widely as he tried to figure out some way to get out of the giant’s grip. His hand covered almost all of Paul’s shoulder. Barely even using his strength he could have snapped it without a second thought. “I really—“

“Big Bear wants to talk to you,” he squeezed harder sending Paul to his knees. “Quit bein such a pussy. I ain’t tryin ta hurtcha.”

Paul clenched his jaw as he tried to fake a smile. The pain was still running up and down his arm. “Ok…” he agreed. There wasn’t any reason to fight it. With the 6’4” muscular giant already holding onto him tightly there was nowhere else to go. He stared down at Paul’s smaller body almost in disgust as to how his son could be friends with someone so ‘delicate.’ The thought shot through Paul’s mind and he glared. The old Mr. Vitoli would never think something like that but this new one seemed to revel in putting other men down.

It wasn’t long before Paul was sitting in front of the computer and staring at the screen. What he thought would still be Mr. Vitoli’s account had been logged out and put back on the front page. ‘Are you easily manipulated?’ the question read.

“Fuck you,” Paul growled as he clicked, ‘no.’

“Watch it…” Mr. Vitoli growled.

Paul wanted to add a, ‘fuck you too,’ towards the giant but knew perfectly well that would only anger him. There was a difference between telling someone off when you were on the other side of a computer screen. And he wasn’t about to take the chance. Not to mention how the dull continuous growl, was enough to intimidate almost anyone.

“Done,” Paul announced as he finished creating his account. He was just going to put some random anime name into the screen but couldn’t seem to think of any. Instead, it was like his mind was being bombarded with a screenname already chosen for him, ‘TheNiceBear.’ It was a weird name and he couldn’t quite figure out what it was supposed to mean. He’d always considered himself pretty nice but at the same time that seemed like an arrogant thing to think.

“Alright Big Bear. What do you want?” he asked. But there was no response. Not like what Tony or Mr. Vitoli had done. It was a little different. He stared at the screen watching Big Bear still playing with himself with his incredibly thick dick. At 5 inches long, it was near as thick as one beer cans sitting by his side. ‘Hey! Mr. Vitoli said you wanted to speak with me!’ he finally typed out.

The message seemed to have startled Big Bear as he leaned up from his chair. His expression quickly changed back to the confident one he’d normally sported. “Why hello there. You’re still a bit of a mystery, NiceBear. Why can’t I see you?”

“The hell does that mean? Cause I’m on the other side of the world?” Paul grunted.

“Talk to Big Bear,” Mr. Vitoli grabbed the chair and pushed it against the desk.

“Shoot!” Paul said out of surprise. “Alright. Alright.” His fingers started typing away. ‘I don’t know. What do you even mean see?’

“Hmmmm…” Big Bear thought about it. “I’m not sure either. But I normally can sense my bears presence. What kind of bear do you want to be?”

‘I don’t.’

“You don’t?” Big Bear broke his smile again but only for a second. He leaned his hefty body forward, closer to the mike. “Course you do bud. Don’t you want to be big strong and hairy? So big no one wants to mess with you. So handsome guys can’t help but look at you. So masculine that guys want to be you.”

Paul felt himself getting hard at the idea. Part of him had always envied guys like that. He’d always envied how they could pick up any girl they ever wanted without even trying. A clear picture of himself as a giant of a man flashed through his mind.

“There you are,” Big Bear smiled. “I knew you couldn’t hide forever. Looks like you boys get an extra-long stream today.”

“What the he—“ Paul was about to curse but felt his mind go blank. All of a sudden his body went stiff and he sat upright in the chair. The walls around him disappeared and he wasn’t in that small dirty office anymore. Instead it was like an endless black void with weight equipment thrown around him. Muscular men worked out and were pumping iron. Their muscular hairless bodies glistened with sweat as they pumped out set after set. Working themselves as hard as possible to get as big as possible. Paul felt a mild embarrassment as his dick went hard watching them all workout.

Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but right now he wasn’t wearing any clothes. His dick pointed directly at one of the bodybuilders he normally followed online. Slowly he approached the giant. 6’4” 250 pounds of rock solid muscle. He owned his own gym and made sure to post so many videos of himself working out in it. The strong masculine face with short cropped hair on top always drew Paul in. But the fact that he’d workout out with as tight of clothing as often as possible is what kept him watching. He’d end up watching near every video for ‘research.’ A lie he’d told himself well until he was finally willing to tell himself till he came out.

Paul stared up at the giant of a man. Even though he knew it wasn’t real, his words got caught in his throat. The bodybuilder didn’t seem to mind. He just set down the weights. It was like he knew what was supposed to happen. His big calloused hands rounded around Paul’s chin and down the side of his body. Paul felt the blush widen as he watched the giant’s muscle flex in front of him. He wanted to touch it so badly. Run his hands up and down the masculine man.

“That’s inappropriate!” he shouted at himself. But so was being naked in front of his fantasy man. Paul gave in and pushed himself into the bodybuilder’s body. However what he found was that he’d actually pushed past him. He’d expected a hard wall but instead it was like a puff of smoke. He spun around seeing the bodybuilder still going through the motions as though he was still there. But Paul couldn’t touch him. He couldn’t interact with the idea.

“Interesting,” Big Bear’s voice echoed through the empty void and Paul was reminded where he was at. The large man crossed his arms as he looked down onto Paul’s body. “Never had someone use their own fantasy before. Gotta say it’s a bit of a weird experience. But then again I’m not all that interested in guy’s like that either…”

“What’s going on?” Paul asked. Whatever was part of the gym was rapidly disappearing. Just like smoke, it started to fade away into nothing as the black void surrounded the two men. “Where am I?”

“The sexual part of the brain? Not really sure myself. I don’t know a lot about it. Just how it works. But it’s where I like to be. Any fantasy you come up with instantly becomes real. You want to be big and strong,” he snaps his fingers and his hefty physique turned into a more muscular one. Hair still covered his body but there was clear outlines of muscle running up and down his body. “Or fat…” he snapped his fingers again returning to his more plump form. An old lawn chair appeared behind him and he sat down and grabbed the scotch on the table beside him. It was like a small window into what he normally showed on his livestreams. He leaned his body back into the lawn chair and puffed out smoke from his fat cigar. “Now I just need ta know what you want to become.”

“I told you. I don’t want to be a bear.”

“You don’t?” Big Bear laughed. “That’s what they usually say. But I’m rather persuasive.” He annunciated each of the three syllables in ‘persuasive.’ “Like your friend there. He said the same thing. Thought it was bad to be gay. But after a bit of talking to him I got his interest. Just had to show him how good it felt rolling around with another guy on the mat. The more he did it the more obsessed he became. But apparently you stopped us before he was able to properly win. And I have to say, that pisses me off.”

“Too bad.”

Big Bear scoffed. He glared at Paul’s determined face. Then laughed. “Yer a riley one.” His belly shook as he laughed again. “I don’t think you get what’s goin on here. Cause you should be more excited. Ready ta have a bit of fun. Yer about to become the bear you always wanted to be.”

“But I don’t want to be a bear.”

“Ya don’t?” Big Bear laughed again. “Guess that’s how it goes sometimes…” he stood up from his lawn chair and put his cigar down into the ashtray next to him. His hefty body slowly started to walk closer towards Paul’s.

“Wait. What are you doing?” Paul tried to take a step back but there really wasn’t anywhere to go. He was surrounded by nothingness. Naked and alone with a man 6 inches taller than him and at least twice his size. Even if most of it was fat, there wasn’t much Paul would be able to do to stop him. And his naked body made him feel all the more uncomfortable.

“I’m making you into one of my cubs,” Big bear smiled down at Paul as he said it. His hand gripped Paul’s shoulder. With all his strength Paul tried to pull away but the second the other man touched him, he was frozen. All he could do was stare up at his captor. “See I know so many young men strive to find a strong male role model. You have no one to look up to, but that’s where I come in. I make sure all my cubs grow up nice and strong.”

“I… I don’t want to be one of your cubs,” Paul forced out. However there was already some hair started to grow down Paul’s arms. Size and definition was starting to fill out his small pasty body. His shoulders widened and chest pushed out. His belly pushed even farther.

“Oh?” Big Bear chuckled at the idea. He loved watching the younger man squirm. The naturally thin body was quickly bulking up right underneath him. “And what do you think you’re going to do?”

Paul’s mind faltered. He could feel new memories pushing in as old ones pushed out. His weight had shifted and mind was focused more on growing than it’d ever been before. He tried to think of a way out of this. He could barely even move a finger. ‘Fantasy?’ the thought quickly ran through Paul’s head. It was a dumb childish idea but it was the only one he had. He slowly started to focus on the tip of his finger. Putting all kinds of mental energy into it. The he raised it ever so slightly, pointing at Big Bear’s foot. For a second Big Bear looked worried.

“SPIRIT GUN!” Paul shouted and a burst of light exploded from his finger and engulfed the other man. The surprise forced Big Bear to let go and Paul took the chance to take a few steps back. He fell to his knees and tried to focus on his self-image again. The added weight and hair was rapidly dwindling back down to his more scrawny frame. "It worked?" he breathed as he felt all his memories return to their original state.

For the first time in his life, that love of anime was actually a little bit useful. If this was some kind of fantasy, then he should be able to use the things he used to imagine when he was a kid. Lacking much drive he tended to stick with what he saw on TV, placing himself in the show with slightly different powers.

“Hey kid,” Big Bear grunted. “The hell was that? Looked like it could have hurt. Lucky I stick to a different type of fantasy otherwise that could have killed me.” He let out a laugh as he started walking forward. “Seriously kid. Just give up. You clearly don’t know what you’re doing.”

Part of Paul was starting to get really worried. Big Bear was right. He didn’t know exactly what was going on. The guy had the clear advantage. And if Big Bear were to get ahold of him again, he might not be able to free himself. He was too strong. The rolodex of anime he’d watched was running through his mind as he tried to figure out some way to get an advantage on the big man in front of him. Paul could remember one that had large muscley guys who were always fighting but he’d never found the show to be much interest. It was just jab, kick, punch, jab, kick, punch. Repeated ad nauseam. Then every once in a while they’d teleport behind the other character as some kind of power move.

“Shit,” Paul’s eyes went wide. He spun around and saw Big Bear within reach. His large paw reached out. ‘Hope this works…’ Paul grit his teeth as he imagined himself behind big bear. His thick back was fully vulnerable. Paul took his chance and landed directly on him.

“The hell!?” Big Bear roared. His deep voice echoed off the nothingness.

Paul did his best to hang on. The giant could clearly out power him at any second but he was trying his best to replicate what Big Bear had done to him. He forced newer more submissive memories into the giant. Making him want to drop his pants and bend over.

“Get off me,” Big Bear growled. But his hands were already drifting towards his belt buckle. The dirty jeans dropped around his ankles and he fell forward against the concrete bathroom wall. “The hell you doin?” His fatter face smooshed against the graffiti spray painted against the gas station bathroom wall. A sense of pleasure ran through his entire body as he felt Paul against his back. The small weight, pressing against him, seemed so nice.

“Enjoying the fantasy,” Paul grunted as he whipped out his dick and pressed it into Big Bear’s hole.

“Oooo!” Big Bear let out a high pitched moan as he felt the dick push all the way into him. His body loosened and fell all the way into the wall. His eyes clenched shut, waiting for more. He couldn’t believe just how good it felt to be on bottom. Never had he done this before. Then his eyes went wide. “FUCK! FUCK NO!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.  "I'm not some pussy ass bitch! I'm big Bear muthafucker!"

Instantly Paul was brought back to the computer screen watching the bear of a man screaming at him through the screen. “You think you're tougher than me!? Huh? Nice Bear!?? MORE like NAUGHTY BEAR! You’re a Naughty Bear! Naughty Bear!” Big Bear had lost it as he started screaming the childish insult. He had no control over himself as he slung the dumb nickname at Paul. However, that didn’t mean Paul didn’t look at the chat at the bottom of the screen. No one was talking. For a good minute, no one had added anything to the chat.

But as soon as he noticed it he saw an onslaught of NaughtyBear filling in the blank spaces. That didn’t bother Paul. He wasn’t trying to impress them. All he cared about was whether or not he could find YoungCub. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t part of the insults being slung at him. And that’s when Paul knew what he had to do. He jumped out of the chair, dodged Mr. Vitoli and headed up to Tony’s room.