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After that three day stint in Claire’s womb, Will ended up doing his own research into predator syndrome, leading him to discover what Claire meant when she said she’d given it to him. Despite his concern over the implication, Will decided he had to test it for himself. So on one of his free weekends, Will took a trip down to the town’s local river to do a bit of fishing. He’d borrowed some gear from his friend, Mick, who decided to tag along as he loved fishing.\n\n\tWill silently cursed under his breath as he wanted to test his abilities out in a place away from prying eyes. “Thanks for coming with me Mick.” he said politely, “Though I really shouldn’t be surprised that you wanted in on this.” Mick gave a boisterous laugh, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world hoss, you and I ain’t exactly gone fishing together since highschool.” Will couldn’t help but chuckle along with Mick, he’d almost forgotten that Mick liked to call him random absurd names, a trait of his that eventually became a running joke between the two.\n\n\t“‘sides, I can’t help but be a bit curious about how things are goin’ between you an’ Claire.” Will spit his beer out, “WHeN dID yOu FigURe iT OuT!?” Mick burst into a fit of unadulterated cackling before managing to regain composure for a moment, “I figured it out a couple weeks ago, when I ran into ‘er at the mall. Fuzz, she reeked of you, that, and when I asked ‘er to tell you I said hi, I swear she blushed somethin’ fierce when I said your name.” Mick took a deep breath, wiping a tear from his eye. Will was blushing fiercely as he was still coming to terms with the fact that he and Claire were dating.\n\n\t“AYyy, ayy, slim, sorry for prodding like that.” Mick said as he cut through his jolly demeanor to put a hand on Will’s back, “I didn’t mean anythin’ by it, I’m happy for ya. An’ if it’s still a touchy topic I promise I won’t bring it up again.” A few tense moments pass before Will gave a playful jab with his elbow and a coy smile on his face, “Ay kino, ya don’t haft’a worry,” Will playfully mimicking his friend, “You jus’ jumped the gun.” Will ended with a hearty chuckle. The concern disappearing from Mick’s face the instant Will spoke.\n\t\n\tHours passed as the two shared jokes, engaged in witty banter over topics such as movies, the differences between zombies and mummies, and more colorful topics. During their banter they managed to catch a few fish, but they were secondary to the two catching up, that was until Will managed to snag himself a monster of a fish. “AYY AYY,” Mick proclaimed loudly as he heard Will’s reel unspool, “Ya got a BIGUN’.” The two proceeded to wrestle with the fishing pole for almost ten minutes as they slowly dragged the beast ashore to reveal the monster of a catfish. “Dayum kick, Ya got yerself a real monster.” Mick went slack jawed as Will nonchalantly picked up the 130 pound fish as if it were weightless, “Uuuh, slick? Have ya been workin’ out recently?”\n\n\tWill slowly looked between Mick and the fish in his arms before he went pale. “Uuuh, yeah.” The mountain lion stammered out, “I guess I just forgot to mention it.” Mick’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he didn’t exactly want to pry further as it really looked as if Will was scared of something. “I thought I saw some muscle on that frame’a yer’s.” Whatever was going on, Will’s lips were sealed. Mick knew that, and based on Will’s prior reaction, Mick wouldn’t pry further. “SO, What’re we gonna do with this big fella.” Mick remarked while gesturing to the fish. “Sucker’s way to big to just release, but that means it’s too big ta eat too.”\n\n\tWill looked down at the fish in his arms and cursed himself, he didn’t exactly want to do this in front of anybody, but his own morbid curiosity had more than a few roots worming their way into his head. A long heavy pause hung in the air as neither friend could find the right words to break the tension. The mountain lion lost his composure first and broke the silence with a heavy sigh, “Mick, I need to be serious with you for a moment.” Will set the catfish down on the hood of the car, “and I can only ask you to keep this a secret.” Mick was caught off guard by Will’s sudden seriousness. “Ever since Claire and I officially started dating, I started going through some… changes.” Will wasn’t about to explain to Mick the intricacies of his and Claire’s bedroom fun, “So I started doing a little research, and happened across a few public articles on a rare condition that matched my symptoms to a tee.” Mick’s face grew somber as it was sounding like Will was dying from some kind of rare disease, “So yer dyin’. Is that what yer sayin’.” Mick interrupted, “How long do ya have left, a year? A month?” Confusion momentarily spread across Will’s face before he caught on to Mick’s questioning, “Dude, I’m not dying, I’m just-” the words caught in Wills throat as he searched for a way to explain his new abilities without sounding insane. Will took a deep breath, “It’s called ‘Predator Syndrome’. It’s not really dangerous, it’s just… rare.” Will’s eyes wandered back towards the river as he couldn’t bring himself to look the bear in the eye.\n\n\t“Huh?” Mick’s face contorted in confusion, “Did ya sneak a couple a’ blunts on the way out here?” Will sighed before pinching his throat and pulling his hand straight out, stretching his elastic pelt a couple feet before letting it snap back to his throat with a barely audible thoop. Mick went slack-jawed as Will had never done that in front of him before. Tense minutes passed as Will explained his newfound condition and the true reason he wanted to go fishing outside of town to the gob-smacked bear.\n\n\t“So, what yer sayin’ is that ya wanted to go fishing because yer morbid curiosity compelled ya to, what, swallow a fish whole?” Will’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment as Mick summarized his entire plan, and sighed, “It sounds really messed up now that I’m hearing you say it, but yes. I was honestly hoping that I could do this alone, mainly because I didn’t exactly want to answer these kinds of questions.” Mick gave an exasperated sigh as he brought his hand to his snout, “Fossa, Were ya scared I’d judge ya over this?” Will silently nodded, “It’s kinda hard to not expect judgment when you’re dealing with something as freaky as predator syndrome.” Will had a point, Mick was having a hard time not criticizing the mountain lion’s curiosity. Mick sighed, “If it’s that big’a deal, I’ll drive ya home, and help ya sneak the fish into yer apartment. I think that all’a this’ crazy, but yer my friend, an’ if ya need ta do this alone just say it.”\n\n\tWill stood there speechless for a few minutes before moving his hand to his own neck, “At first I wanted to do this out here because there’d be noone else out here, then you tagged along, and it was honestly frustrating that my plan fizzled out. I mean I brought camping gear so I could deal with all of this over the weekend, and avoid all the awkwardness and side-eyeing.” He gestured to the fish on his car, “I can’t exactly go back home with that and eat the whole thing in a single sitting without people thinking something’s amiss. So if we’re keeping it, I have to eat the damn thing tonight.” As Will looked back at the catfish he noticed it had stopped moving and sighed, “So much for releasing it back into the river.”\n\n\tMick looked back and forth between Will and the monster catfish for a moment before standing up and grabbing an entire six pack from the cooler he brought. “Since it seems ya’ve got no other choice now, I’m gonna chug these,” Mick flaunted the frosty six pack, “and get drunk while ya do whatever yer plannin on doin’.” he proclaimed before pulling the tab on the first of many, and chugged like his life depended on it. “Hope my ass bein drunk’ll be less awkward than if I were sober.”\n\n\tWill walked over to Mick and patted him on the back, “Thanks for understanding, and I promise I won’t drag you into this kinda stuff again.” Mick scoffed before cracking open his third, “Could ya just get it over with please? The less this drags on tha’ better.” Will nodded and proceeded to take the giant fish out of Mick’s line of sight and lay down a tarp. Will was still going to eat the fish whole, but he wasn’t going to do it without gutting the thing first. After a minute of knife-work Will considered the fish prepped enough for him to eat it without worrying about vomiting. Right as Will was about to start he heard the bear get up and grab a second six pack.\n\n\tWill waited until Mick was back in his chair and out of sight before shoving the titanic catfish into his mouth. At this point Will wasn’t surprised at how much he could stretch, but he was surprised when he felt his jaw pop as his mouth stretched around the fish. The swampy taste flooding his mouth wasn’t exactly to his liking, but the mild saltiness of the leftover blood added a pleasant complexity and depth to the otherwise lackluster flavor. Wanting to get this over with ASAP for the sake of his friend’s sanity, Will pressed on, shoving the fish deeper, ballooning his throat as it disappeared into his maw. Within a minute Will had eaten over half the fish leaving the other half hanging out of his now salivating mouth.\n\n\tThe fish’s flavor wasn’t really noteworthy, and the smell was about the same, but the feeling of it sliding down his throat and stretching his gut was unlike anything he ever felt before. His hunger only intensified, prompting Will to pull his head back and give one final gulp. With that the other half of the fish disappeared into Will’s gullet with a loud GLURK, and landed in his stomach with a muted gurgle.\n\n\tAfter taking a few moments to catch his breath Will gave his engorged gut a resounding smack, setting off a small flurry of sloshes as a contented smile crept across his muzzle. Will began to understand why Claire lost control of herself at first, it wasn’t just the pleasant stretching sensation that made having a distended gut so addictive, it was the intense feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment that followed. Will never felt so full in his life, each rub of his gut sent a tingling pleasure through his entire body, the gentle stretching of his engorged gut with each breath sent waves of satisfaction rippling through his being. Though it lacked the sense of intimacy he normally felt during his periodic stays in Claire’s womb, he still understood the why behind her intimate addiction as he focused on the satisfaction from the muffled churning of his stomach. \n\t\n\tWith each wave of satisfaction, with each muffled churn of his stuffed stomach, Will’s dick crept out of its sheath a little more. As much as Will wanted to rub one out right then and there, he held himself back as he didn’t want Mick to be even more uncomfortable. After another minute of silent rubbing, Will collected his thoughts, grabbed a six pack for himself, and sat down at his fishing rig. The beer wasn’t kicking in fast enough for Mick, despite having effectively chugged 10 beers. Mick cursed his own alcohol tolerance as he practically inhaled can eleven.\n\n\tJust as the bear cracked open his twelveth he noticed a tug at his line, and immediately turned his focus on bringing in his catch. Another awkward hour passes wordlessly as what little beer remained in the cooler disappeared into the slowly inebriating bear and relatively unaffected, and engorged mountain lion’s bellies. In his inebriated stupor Mick broke the awkward silence, “Whats does it feel like? Havin a gut tha size of’a guy.” The more sober Will doesn’t look away from his rig as he reluctantly describes his feelings of satisfaction and his odd sense of fulfillment. The drunken bear nodded along as Will continued his description, silently soaking in every single word spoken, and sneaking a glance at the mountain lion’s groaning middle every so often.\n\n\tTo the drunk bear Will’s stewing gut proved to be a source of ever increasing curiosity, eventually culminating in Mick’s drunken acceptance of the situation. Will caught another fish and unhooked it. The bear got up from his chair and drunkenly approached Will, and took the fish out of the mountain lion’s hand with one hand and brought the other to Will’s muzzle before he could get a word out. “I’s been wonderin ‘bout why ya been tossing these fissh back in tha water. Ya already ate a big’un, so why not start chompin down on these smaller onesh.” The drunken bear said as he pulled his hand off of Will’s muzzle. Right as Will opened his mouth to speak, the inebriated bear shoved the still wriggling fish into Will’s mouth and down his throat.\n\n\tWill was beyond surprised at what Mick did and reflexively swallowed while the bear’s arm was lodged in his gullet. Peristalsis swiped the active fish out of the bear’s hand and sent it tumbling into Will’s roiling stomach. When the drunk bear felt Will’s reflexive swallowing pull the fish out of his hand, he tugged at his arm until his hand was clear of Will’s maw. With Mick’s arm no longer in his throat, Will started to cough and sputter, choking on his own saliva for a solid 30 seconds as he let loose a barrage of expletives at Mick’s unexpected force-feeding. Eventually Will regained his breath enough to ask why the bear thought it was a good idea to shove his entire arm down Will’s throat. “ ‘S ‘cause ya looked like ya was still hungry.” Mick replied in his drunken stupor while Will’s saliva dripped off of Mick’s spit coated arm.\n\nBefore Will could get another word out, his stomach let out a growl before a loud burp escaped his mouth and into the drunk bear’s face. The bear let out an inebriated chuckle, “Looks like yer gut agrees with me. I’d shay that means ya got room fer more.” Will wanted to curse Mick out best stopped when the still living fish flopped around in his gut and sent a small wave of pleasure up his spine. Will blushed fervently as he realized that Mick was right. Will pouted for a moment, “Alright fine, you WIN. I’ll start eating them as I catch them.” The two kept fishing and funneling each catch down Will’s gullet until the sun started to set almost 5 hours later. By the time the sun went down, Will had amassed almost 20 fish of varying sizes in his roiling gut, including a second much smaller, but still giant 30 pound catfish. \nWill felt satisfaction beyond his wildest dreams as his gut churned away at almost 180 pounds of fish, each gurgle and churn bringing him to full mast as his dick crept out of the waist of his shorts to rub against the underside of his stewing gut. Every so often Will would quietly groan under his breath as his stomach rubbed against his throbbing erection, coaxing out bead after bead of precum and smearing it on his underbelly. Eventually Will couldn’t take it anymore and lustfully ripped his shorts off and started stroking his dick with reckless abandon.\n\nThe constant churning of his massive gut and his fervent stroking eventually gave Will the orgasm that had been building for 5 hours, his Dick shooting rope after rope of his seed into the open air, and into the underside of his gut, adding even more seedy slickness to his already well lubricated underbelly. It took almost 5 minutes for Will’s throbbing orgasm to die out, leaving a sizeable puddle of cum in front of his chair as he sat back and enjoyed the afterglow. “If you weren’t my friend I wouldn’t have let you get your arm out, you know that right?” Will looked towards Mick, only to find the inebriated bear unconscious. Will groaned under his breath and stood up. He got the camping supplies out of the trunk of his car, and set up both he and Mick’s tents. Once Will had finished setting up camp, he went and maneuvered Mick’s unconscious mass into his tent before sealing it and going to his own to sleep.\n\nThe next morning swung around and greeted Mick’s hungover face with a piercing ray of sunshine. The bear clasped his hands to his face and groaned over his splitting headache, and rolled around in his tent for a few minutes before having his tent flung open as a hand shoved a freshly made cup of coffee in his face. Mick wiped the sleep out of his eyes, and squinted. Before him was Will wearing nothing but a raggedy old shirt that just barely hid Will’s slightly paunchy belly, and the outstretched arm that held his coffee, “Morning.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Wanderlust: Riverside Revelation

By: Tobester



The past few weeks had been surprisingly eventful for Will, he’d already managed to get a promotion at his new job, and he’d had more fun with Claire’s whole new dynamic. After that three day stint in Claire’s womb, Will ended up doing his own research into predator syndrome, leading him to discover what Claire meant when she said she’d given it to him. Despite his concern over the implication, Will decided he had to test it for himself. So on one of his free weekends, Will took a trip down to the town’s local river to do a bit of fishing. He’d borrowed some gear from his friend, Mick, who decided to tag along as he loved fishing.

\tWill silently cursed under his breath as he wanted to test his abilities out in a place away from prying eyes. “Thanks for coming with me Mick.” he said politely, “Though I really shouldn’t be surprised that you wanted in on this.” Mick gave a boisterous laugh, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world hoss, you and I ain’t exactly gone fishing together since highschool.” Will couldn’t help but chuckle along with Mick, he’d almost forgotten that Mick liked to call him random absurd names, a trait of his that eventually became a running joke between the two.

\t“‘sides, I can’t help but be a bit curious about how things are goin’ between you an’ Claire.” Will spit his beer out, “WHeN dID yOu FigURe iT OuT!?” Mick burst into  a fit of unadulterated cackling before managing to regain composure for a moment, “I figured it out a couple weeks ago, when I ran into ‘er at the mall. Fuzz, she reeked of you, that, and when I asked ‘er to tell you I said hi, I swear she blushed somethin’ fierce when I said your name.” Mick took a deep breath, wiping a tear from his eye. Will was blushing fiercely as he was still coming to terms with the fact that he and Claire were dating.

\t“AYyy, ayy, slim, sorry for prodding like that.” Mick said as he cut through his jolly demeanor to put a hand on Will’s back, “I didn’t mean anythin’ by it, I’m happy for ya. An’ if it’s still a touchy topic I promise I won’t bring it up again.” A few tense moments pass before Will gave a playful jab with his elbow and a coy smile on his face, “Ay kino, ya don’t haft’a worry,” Will playfully mimicking his friend, “You jus’ jumped the gun.” Will ended with a hearty chuckle. The concern disappearing from Mick’s face the instant Will spoke.
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\tHours passed as the two shared jokes, engaged in witty banter over topics such as movies, the differences between zombies and mummies, and more colorful topics. During their banter they managed to catch a few fish, but they were secondary to the two catching up, that was until Will managed to snag himself a monster of a fish. “AYY AYY,” Mick proclaimed loudly as he heard Will’s reel unspool, “Ya got a BIGUN’.” The two proceeded to wrestle with the fishing pole for almost ten minutes as they slowly dragged the beast ashore to reveal the monster of a catfish. “Dayum kick, Ya got yerself a real monster.” Mick went slack jawed as Will nonchalantly picked up the 130 pound fish as if it were weightless, “Uuuh, slick? Have ya been workin’ out recently?”

\tWill slowly looked between Mick and the fish in his arms before he went pale. “Uuuh, yeah.” The mountain lion stammered out, “I guess I just forgot to mention it.” Mick’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he didn’t exactly want to pry further as it really looked as if Will was scared of something. “I thought I saw some muscle on that frame’a yer’s.” Whatever was going on, Will’s lips were sealed. Mick knew that, and based on Will’s prior reaction, Mick wouldn’t pry further. “SO, What’re we gonna do with this big fella.” Mick remarked while gesturing to the fish. “Sucker’s way to big to just release, but that means it’s too big ta eat too.”

\tWill looked down at the fish in his arms and cursed himself, he didn’t exactly want to do this in front of anybody, but his own morbid curiosity had more than a few roots worming their way into his head. A long heavy pause hung in the air as neither friend could find the right words to break the tension. The mountain lion lost his composure first and broke the silence with a heavy sigh, “Mick, I need to be serious with you for a moment.” Will set the catfish down on the hood of the car, “and I can only ask you to keep this a secret.” Mick was caught off guard by Will’s sudden seriousness. “Ever since Claire and I officially started dating, I started going through some… changes.” Will wasn’t about to explain to Mick the intricacies of his and Claire’s bedroom fun, “So I started doing a little research, and happened across a few public articles on a rare condition that matched my symptoms to a tee.” Mick’s face grew somber as it was sounding like Will was dying from some kind of rare disease, “So yer dyin’. Is that what yer sayin’.” Mick interrupted, “How long do ya have left, a year? A month?” Confusion momentarily spread across Will’s face before he caught on to Mick’s questioning, “Dude, I’m not dying, I’m just-” the words caught in Wills throat as he searched for a way to explain his new abilities without sounding insane. Will took a deep breath, “It’s called ‘Predator Syndrome’. It’s not really dangerous, it’s just… rare.” Will’s eyes wandered back towards the river as he couldn’t bring himself to look the bear in the eye.

\t“Huh?” Mick’s face contorted in confusion, “Did ya sneak a couple a’ blunts on the way out here?” Will sighed before pinching his throat and pulling his hand straight out, stretching his elastic pelt a couple feet before letting it snap back to his throat with a barely audible thoop. Mick went slack-jawed as Will had never done that in front of him before. Tense minutes passed as Will explained his newfound condition and the true reason he wanted to go fishing outside of town to the gob-smacked bear.

\t“So, what yer sayin’ is that ya wanted to go fishing because yer morbid curiosity compelled ya to, what, swallow a fish whole?” Will’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment as Mick summarized his entire plan, and sighed, “It sounds really messed up now that I’m hearing you say it, but yes. I was honestly hoping that I could do this alone, mainly because I didn’t exactly want to answer these kinds of questions.” Mick gave an exasperated sigh as he brought his hand to his snout, “Fossa, Were ya scared I’d judge ya over this?” Will silently nodded, “It’s kinda hard to not expect judgment when you’re dealing with something as freaky as predator syndrome.” Will had a point, Mick was having a hard time not criticizing the mountain lion’s curiosity. Mick sighed, “If it’s that big’a deal, I’ll drive ya home, and help ya sneak the fish into yer apartment. I think that all’a this’ crazy, but yer my friend, an’ if ya need ta do this alone just say it.”

\tWill stood there speechless for a few minutes before moving his hand to his own neck, “At first I wanted to do this out here because there’d be noone else out here, then you tagged along, and it was honestly frustrating that my plan fizzled out. I mean I brought camping gear so I could deal with all of this over the weekend, and avoid all the awkwardness and side-eyeing.” He gestured to the fish on his car, “I can’t exactly go back home with that and eat the whole thing in a single sitting without people thinking something’s amiss. So if we’re keeping it, I have to eat the damn thing tonight.” As Will looked back at the catfish he noticed it had stopped moving and sighed, “So much for releasing it back into the river.”

\tMick looked back and forth between Will and the monster catfish for a moment before standing up and grabbing an entire six pack from the cooler he brought. “Since it seems ya’ve got no other choice now, I’m gonna chug these,” Mick flaunted the frosty six pack, “and get drunk while ya do whatever yer plannin on doin’.” he proclaimed before pulling the tab on the first of many, and chugged like his life depended on it. “Hope my ass bein drunk’ll be less awkward than if I were sober.”

\tWill walked over to Mick and patted him on the back, “Thanks for understanding, and I promise I won’t drag you into this kinda stuff again.” Mick scoffed before cracking open his third, “Could ya just get it over with please? The less this drags on tha’ better.” Will nodded and proceeded to take the giant fish out of Mick’s line of sight and lay down a tarp. Will was still going to eat the fish whole, but he wasn’t going to do it without gutting the thing first. After a minute of knife-work Will considered the fish prepped enough for him to eat it without worrying about vomiting. Right as Will was about to start he heard the bear get up and grab a second six pack.

\tWill waited until Mick was back in his chair and out of sight before shoving the titanic catfish into his mouth. At this point Will wasn’t surprised at how much he could stretch, but he was surprised when he felt his jaw pop as his mouth stretched around the fish. The swampy taste flooding his mouth wasn’t exactly to his liking, but the mild saltiness of the leftover blood added a pleasant complexity and depth to the otherwise lackluster flavor. Wanting to get this over with ASAP for the sake of his friend’s sanity, Will pressed on, shoving the fish deeper, ballooning his throat as it disappeared into his maw. Within a minute Will had eaten over half the fish leaving the other half hanging out of his now salivating mouth.

\tThe fish’s flavor wasn’t really noteworthy, and the smell was about the same, but the feeling of it sliding down his throat and stretching his gut was unlike anything he ever felt before. His hunger only intensified, prompting Will to pull his head back and give one final gulp. With that the other half of the fish disappeared into Will’s gullet with a loud GLURK, and landed in his stomach with a muted gurgle.

\tAfter taking a few moments to catch his breath Will gave his engorged gut a resounding smack, setting off a small flurry of sloshes as a contented smile crept across his muzzle. Will began to understand why Claire lost control of herself at first, it wasn’t just the pleasant stretching sensation that made having a distended gut so addictive, it was the intense feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment that followed. Will never felt so full in his life, each rub of his gut sent a tingling pleasure through his entire body, the gentle stretching of his engorged gut with each breath sent waves of satisfaction rippling through his being. Though it lacked the sense of intimacy he normally felt during his periodic stays in Claire’s womb, he still understood the why behind her intimate addiction as he focused on the satisfaction from the muffled churning of his stomach.
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\tWith each wave of satisfaction, with each muffled churn of his stuffed stomach, Will’s dick crept out of its sheath a little more. As much as Will wanted to rub one out right then and there, he held himself back as he didn’t want Mick to be even more uncomfortable. After another minute of silent rubbing, Will collected his thoughts, grabbed a six pack for himself, and sat down at his fishing rig. The beer wasn’t kicking in fast enough for Mick, despite having effectively chugged 10 beers. Mick cursed his own alcohol tolerance as he practically inhaled can eleven.

\tJust as the bear cracked open his twelveth he noticed a tug at his line, and immediately turned his focus on bringing in his catch. Another awkward hour passes wordlessly as what little beer remained in the cooler disappeared into the slowly inebriating bear and relatively unaffected, and engorged mountain lion’s bellies. In his inebriated stupor Mick broke the awkward silence, “Whats does it feel like? Havin a gut tha size of’a guy.” The more sober Will doesn’t look away from his rig as he reluctantly describes his feelings of satisfaction and his odd sense of fulfillment. The drunken bear nodded along as Will continued his description, silently soaking in every single word spoken, and sneaking a glance at the mountain lion’s groaning middle every so often.

\tTo the drunk bear Will’s stewing gut proved to be a source of ever increasing curiosity, eventually culminating in Mick’s drunken acceptance of the situation. Will caught another fish and unhooked it. The bear got up from his chair and drunkenly approached Will, and took the fish out of the mountain lion’s hand with one hand and brought the other to Will’s muzzle before he could get a word out. “I’s been wonderin ‘bout why ya been tossing these fissh back in tha water. Ya already ate a big’un, so why not start chompin down on these smaller onesh.” The drunken bear said as he pulled his hand off of Will’s muzzle. Right as Will opened his mouth to speak, the inebriated bear shoved the still wriggling fish into Will’s mouth and down his throat.

\tWill was beyond surprised at what Mick did and reflexively swallowed while the bear’s arm was lodged in his gullet. Peristalsis swiped the active fish out of the bear’s hand and sent it tumbling into Will’s roiling stomach. When the drunk bear felt Will’s reflexive swallowing pull the fish out of his hand, he tugged at his arm until his hand was clear of Will’s maw. With Mick’s arm no longer in his throat, Will started to cough and sputter, choking on his own saliva for a solid 30 seconds as he let loose a barrage of expletives at Mick’s unexpected force-feeding. Eventually Will regained his breath enough to ask why the bear thought it was a good idea to shove his entire arm down Will’s throat. “ ‘S ‘cause ya looked like ya was still hungry.” Mick replied in his drunken stupor while Will’s saliva dripped off of Mick’s spit coated arm.

Before Will could get another word out, his stomach let out a growl before a loud burp escaped his mouth and into the drunk bear’s face. The bear let out an inebriated chuckle, “Looks like yer gut agrees with me. I’d shay that means ya got room fer more.” Will wanted to curse Mick out best stopped when the still living fish flopped around in his gut and sent a small wave of pleasure up his spine. Will blushed fervently as he realized that Mick was right. Will pouted for a moment, “Alright fine, you WIN. I’ll start eating them as I catch them.” The two kept fishing and funneling each catch down Will’s gullet until the sun started to set almost 5 hours later. By the time the sun went down, Will had amassed almost 20 fish of varying sizes in his roiling gut, including a second much smaller, but still giant 30 pound catfish.
Will felt satisfaction beyond his wildest dreams as his gut churned away at almost 180 pounds of fish, each gurgle and churn bringing him to full mast as his dick crept out of the waist of his shorts to rub against the underside of his stewing gut. Every so often Will would quietly groan under his breath as his stomach rubbed against his throbbing erection, coaxing out bead after bead of precum and smearing it on his underbelly. Eventually Will couldn’t take it anymore and lustfully ripped his shorts off and started stroking his dick with reckless abandon.

The constant churning of his massive gut and his fervent stroking eventually gave Will the orgasm that had been building for 5 hours, his Dick shooting rope after rope of his seed into the open air, and into the underside of his gut, adding even more seedy slickness to his already well lubricated underbelly. It took almost 5 minutes for Will’s throbbing orgasm to die out, leaving a sizeable puddle of cum in front of his chair as he sat back and enjoyed the afterglow. “If you weren’t my friend I wouldn’t have let you get your arm out, you know that right?” Will looked towards Mick, only to find the inebriated bear unconscious. Will groaned under his breath and stood up. He got the camping supplies out of the trunk of his car, and set up both he and Mick’s tents. Once Will had finished setting up camp, he went and maneuvered Mick’s unconscious mass into his tent before sealing it and going to his own to sleep.

The next morning swung around and greeted Mick’s hungover face with a piercing ray of sunshine. The bear clasped his hands to his face and groaned over his splitting headache, and rolled around in his tent for a few minutes before having his tent flung open as a hand shoved a freshly made cup of coffee in his face. Mick wiped the sleep out of his eyes, and squinted. Before him was Will wearing nothing but a raggedy old shirt that just barely hid Will’s slightly paunchy belly, and the outstretched arm that held his coffee, “Morning.”
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