WKS: 3 “touchdown”

Weekly kink sketch: 3 “Endzone” this one comes with a super special story Tain the tiger wrote for it! Featuring my bear manor and his big daddy Hawthorne! With his permission, i am able to share it here with you a month early before it’s released by either of us!

ive also discussed keeping him as a writer on retainer, and possibly commisioning Him to create more images paired with written content in the future! Check out his work at @ADTigTain on Twitter!

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“Maybe...just maybe” Manor thought to himself. Sitting on the pastel covered floor, a plush rug laid under him with sport themed items bordering the rooms walls. Idly moving his big bear feet and rubbing his hands on the crotch of his sports themed onesie. Red accents and american footballs covering the entire outfit. Having been in onesie since the afternoon, his big buffalo caretaker having ,ade sure it was picked out for today: the big game! Everyone in the street was meeting up to watch the match; mums & dads alike, bringing their little ones along. For such an occasion Hawthorne offered to host the event, not too into the sport he was always one to open his home to anyone and host parties for all kinds; in addition to having a lil one of his own to coddle and show off to everyone. However the “little bear” in question was quite the opposite, a grown bear wearing thick, extra poofy diapers to which he had soaked thoroughly. To the point he could swear his onesies buttons would pop on their own accord at any point, the warmth and squishy interior of his diapers making the bear flustered and riled up. Feeling himself twitch in his chastity, just thinking of how the big buffalo dad the week prior had gotten the chastity cage especially for him, leaving the bear in such a state which has only heightened with every day of being locked up and stuck in his diapers; all his “big boy privileges” having been stripped away the moment he was diapered up, yet even now he could feel the yearning desire to get the ever pressing urge to jerk off and feel the pleasure of unloading after so long.

Turning over he waddled his way to the big oversized bear plush which was sitting in the corner of this oversized playroom. While manor enjoyed how everything was proportionate to him & hawthorne accommodated such antics. The fact this big bear plush was not in thick diapers and how he’d hear his big friendly caretaker would make quips of the plushie being a “bigger bear in all senses”; just thinking of the teases got the bear red in the cheeks. Yet now this big adorable pal of his was going to give this big diaper boy a chance to get some relief and at this point, manor would take any and all options available to him in order to get some action...even if it was a big soft plushie. The humility of the situation washed over the chubby bear as he began to straddle the life size plush toy, his legs wrapping around the waist of this plump companion; his nappy giving an audible squish once making contact with the teddy bear, a huff leaving the bear; feeling pre cum dribbling out of their cage into swollen plastic padding squashing between his thighs. The bare minimum of touch which wasn’t his own paws rubbing the front of his diaper, causing the mass amount of sexual frustration to the bear; he now was feeling the soft embrace of this plush & ready to race against time, humping into the fuzzy bear friend smiling down at him. Having been a while of being able to try and grind on anything- let alone anyone or use his own paws- it took a bit of adjusting & getting into the rhythm in order to get some satisfaction, even with as little he could obtain with his cock twitching, leaking more and more of his long overdue load, a scent of musk lingering the more he grinds his crotch onto the plushie which was beginning to overpowering the more lavender & the scent of both fresh & a faint hint of used diapers. Sweat building on the bear's brow he had gotten into the swing of things. Tongue sticking out while thrusting over and over. While enjoying the satisfaction he was getting from the attempt he was making; it was taking far longer than he would like to; typically with how fast he could finish using his hand and a few pictures on his phone, it was a sprint compared to this marathon of a humping session. Really putting in his olympic effort in order to get to his home run stretch. Feeling himself getting closer to his climax...however there were two potential hurdles for Manor to overcome: His stomach starting to cramp & grumble but also the fact could hear the door to his bedroom opening.

“Aw there you are Baby Bear. ya having a wee na-oh. Why what ya doing there bud?” Hearing the voice of his caretaker, Manor's head flung round. Staring at Hawthorne, who was merely standing there with hands on his hips and a wide knowing smile, the bear felt like a deer in headlights. Feeling the urges in him shift, the sexual urges and his humping slowed, not wanting to make a performance of his rather humiliating situation and allowing more embarrassment and the cramping in his stomach to become a more pressing matter. A loud ominous gurgle came from his stomach and the sweat on his brow was now going from his sheer effort to hump his teddy bear and more into the attempt to not cause a stink in an already flustering situation. The bear found himself choked up, babbling to try and come up with an excuse for his situation but even before he managed to produce a single word he heard a chuckle coming from his buffalo pal. “Well gosh, my lil quarterback trying to show off his stamina? Going the whole nine yards wee one?” his voice gruff but a fatherly tone, making Manor whimper, his ears flattening as he cant help but let out a long drawn out fart. His lunch time had clearly been made with a big bovine in mind, or merely laced with laxatives; but now he was battling both urges which are wanting out at a rapid pace. Squirming on his plushie rather than humping with an intense pace but to the buffalo behind him it was an amusing site. Watching his little bear just struggle to keep composed with both feeling pent up & having to try and hold back after such a filling lunch; soon to be filling the seat of the bear’s already soaked diapers. “It's alright if you’re a tad shy showing ya dad what you can do with that tackle but goodness bear bum; you really have been quite the lil slugger!” the words coming off like a proud dad watching his kid get a home run in the local ball game.

Manor. Having now struggled to grind and wriggle on his teddy bear, stopping all attempts to finish up his lewd acts as he was starting to lose control. Toots & bursts of gas bubbling from his big bear bum. Clenching as much as possible he felt himself quivering within his thick diapers & sports clad onesie. Each growl and bubbling from his rump making the bovine behind him coo and aww such a display until his ability to not stink up the room was broken. Bearing down into his plush. Teeth gritting and his face scrunching up, the sight from behind the bear was his diaper beginning to bulge out, pushing and straining his onesie- even causing one button to even pop without any help from the bear himself or Hawthorne but one thing was certain...he really needed to go. His diapers began to bloat more, turning brown with some discoloration while his leg guards began to reach their limits. The bear clinging to his big plush friend huffing and panting now, having finally gotten that out he was feeling much more relieved- if not in the way he yearned to be. Sinking into the warmth of his hefty and now ripe huggies; Manor relaxed while accepting today was not his day to have some grown up time, sitting up after a few moments of collecting his composure. A soft smushing spreads his large amount of mess, making Manor cringe slightly; turning around he saw Hawthorne teasing him by holding the bridge of his snout closed before exhaling with an exaggerated huff “Phew-wee! there lil stinker. You really made a touchdown in ya big nappies now hmm. Come on now champ, let's get your huggies changed. Can't have you stinking up the living room right before the first kickoff now for everyone to sniff at.” Manor felt himself being lifted up under arms before one heavy grunt for the bovine had him over his shoulder towards the changing table. Though now being changed out of his heavy stinky diaper, hawthorne popping off the onesie, one thing was for sure. He really was just a big baby bear; Best to save them big boy things to the adults.