Big Bear Live Streams Part 04

“There’s no way… This isn’t possible,” Tony tried to fit his body into the mirror but it’d grown far too large for the reflective glass. He turned to the side and ran his hand along his rather large belly that was pushing out in front of him. The large round belly pushing out in front of him. Tony ran his hands up and down feeling the soft hairy fat underneath his sleeveless shirt. That’s when he noticed the stains, then the smell. A mixture of sweat and cum seemed to coat his entire body. It’d clearly sunk into the walls, carpet and even his clothes.  A shower would have only done so much.

However, all wasn’t lost to Tony as he saw just how thick his arms were. Underneath all that fat there was clearly a strong body, even if it was a bit of a former one. He couldn’t help but give it a flex and see the large arm bulge slightly with some muscle. A grin happened to escape his lips as he started to play around with the hefty body a little more. Twisting it to see every angle he possibly could. The size just felt so powerful. It didn't matter if it wasn't one he'd ever see in a magazine, he loved seeing the different curves when he moved.

His eyes quickly traveled to the weights on the floor. Without thinking he picked up the fifty pounds and started pumping out curls. It felt so good to start working out. Feeling his blood moving faster through his body was waking him up again. “Just like high school,” Tony gloated with each consecutive rep. More energy was starting to fill his hefty frame. Big bear was going to be so happy with how big he was getting. He was going to be so big. He was going to be so strong. Just like big bear wanted.

It wasn’t until the doorbell rang that Tony was brought back down from his high. “What the…” he questioned as his entire body was currently covered in sweat. All the weights in his room had been moved around and he could feel his body hair glued to his body. He wiped some off his forehead with the back of his arm but it ended up only smearing it across his forehead. “It’s 1pm?!”

“Tony?” Paul knocked on the door. “Are you descent?” He only cracked it to wait for an answer.

“Yeah..?” Tony confirmed. He was in fact still fully clothed, but he knew the body odor from his sweaty body was coating the room with a fresh stench. 

As Paul slowly opened the door, his nose reeled back against his face. Paul’s eyes slammed shut and he felt like he could barely breathe. “Oh my God,” his high pitched voice exclaimed. “What’s that smell!? Open a window! Jesus!”

“Oh… Right!” Tony quickly turned around and opened both his windows in the room. It wasn't even something he'd considered. The stench of the room and his BO just felt nice. He turned on the fan trying to air out his room a little more. 

Paul’s nose still burned as he waved a hand in front of his face. The smell was just too strong for him to completely handle. “Man… Is that what you wanted to show me? You set a stink bomb off in your room?” His eyes finally opened and he was able to get a full look at his friend. He quickly looked up and down the massive bear in front of him, drinking in every bit of Tony’s body. “Woah…” A beat happened between them as Paul took in what he was seeing. "You've changed..."

“I know!” Tony exclaimed. “I don’t know what happened. This morning it was so strange! I woke up and I was buff. Like really buff. You remember Dave Pullers? The wrestler who took us to state junior and senior year. I looked like him but even stronger. The only difference was I was covered in hair. Not all bad. Could still see the definition in my arms but it did kind of cover it up too. But then… Then…” he struggled to admit what he’d done. “Then I went and watched that live stream again.”

The two stared at each other in silence, Tony didn’t let Paul respond. “I know! It was dumb! I shouldn’t have done it. But something was calling me back. I don’t know what it was. I just wanted to listen to big bear. Like I was supposed to listen to him. It was just going to be a joke like last night but then I don’t know what happened. It’s like big bear was talking directly to me. Telling me what I am. I don’t know… It’s so strange…” He paused again, this time waiting for a response from his friend. “Well?” he demanded at least some kind of answer.

“I like you’re belly,” Paul let a smirk creep onto his face. A light blush covered Tony’s face as he looked down at his friend. The random complement felt so good. It made him want to smile. But that quickly turned to anger.

“This is serious!” Tony shouted. His loud voice shook the room. 

Mr. Vitoli was walking down the hall and popped his head in the room. “Son,” his body shook as he caught the glare Tony was sending him. “Ple-Please don’t shout like that. It’ll disturb the neighbors…” he quickly left the two after finishing his sentence.

“Paul. Seriously. What happened to me?” 

“I don’t know…” Paul was still staring, mouth slightly agape. “I’m not really sure. I’ve never seen anything like this…” He cocked his head the side realizing something. “Why didn’t you’re dad say anything?”

“Huh?” Tony looked at Paul a little confused. “Why would he?”

“Are you joking?”

Tony took a few seconds to really think about it. “Holy shit! He didn’t notice!” 

“You’re just now realizing this?” 

“I mean… I guess…” Tony muttered as he looked down at Paul. “I don’t really like him all that much… So…” 

“Whatever,” Paul rolled his eyes. “But what was the lives stream like today? I mean it was weird but I didn’t know what was it like this morning?”

“I don’t know… I don’t really remember all that much… He started by asking me some questions and then I don’t know how much I really remember. Just that he was talking to me. I like it when big bear talks to me. He’s such a great guy. Big bear’s gonna be so proud when he sees just how big I’ve gotten.” His eyes started to glaze over the more he thought of the large man smoking the cigar and drinking his bourbon. 

“Tony!” Paul ordered. 

Instantly Tony’s droning voice and vacant stare came back to something more sober. “Woah,” he shook his head and then ran the back of his hand against it. A light headache had formed and he couldn’t really think. “I don’t… I don’t…” his mind was slowly coming back to reality but a cloud still hung over him. “Big bear will be starting a live stream in a little while. You should probably go.”

“I don’t think so,” Paul stood firm. “There’s something about that guy. I don’t know what he’s doing but he’s doing something.”

“Oh my God. You’re right. You have to stop me from watching it. I don’t know what will happen if I watch it again,” Tony pleaded.

“Can I try something?”

“Huh?”

“Can I try something?”

Tony was getting confused. He wasn’t sure what Paul was getting at. “Sure?”

“Alright,” Paul took a deep breath. “Answer honestly, are you easily manipulated?”

“N-n-n-n,” Tony wanted to say no. His mouth was trying to form the word but it wouldn’t come out. He’d never thought of himself as easy to manipulate. He was his own person. But something deep down inside was telling him that wasn’t true. “Y-yes,” he finally answered. “What the hell? What was that?”

“What’s you’re nickname?”

“What?”

“Answer the question. What’s you’re nickname?”

“Musclecub,” Tony answered. It was just the first thing that came to his mind. Even when Paul had asked him the first time it shot right through his head. He wanted to say it but wanted to try to prove that he didn’t have to listen to Paul.

“Good. Musclecub, I want you to answer my questions with the first thing that comes to mind,” Tony nodded at Paul’s order. “What sports did you play in high school?”

“Sports?” Tony questioned. He knew he didn’t play any but wrestling. No that wasn’t right. He played football. The memory became clearer. He was a linebacker. One of the biggest on the field. His large frame easily took down anyone standing across from him. No one passed him on the line. “Football… And a little wrestling too…” 

“Good. Now which one did you like more?”

“Football.”

“Good. Cause you like being a big man. You like towering over others. You like being strong.” Paul’s hand started to drift from a neutral position to his dick. He couldn’t help but touch his hard boner as he watched Tony’s blank stare at him. All Tony wanted to do was listen to him. He wanted Paul to tell him what to do. He wanted some kind of direction. And all Paul had to do was give it to him.

“Yes,” Tony stated. The definition in his arms started to change. Even though he was so large the weight in his arms started to focus more on muscle instead of fat. His chest pulled back slightly and the large belly pulled back even further. It tucked itself right underneath his chest.

“And what did you do after you graduated?” 

“I went to the gym. So much time to work out. So much time to get strong. I train others to get strong.” Tony’s mind filled with images of other guys working out with him. He’d watch them lift and do the best to help them grow just like him. Large firm muscles pushing hard against everything he wore. Tony’s head pulled back as his dick grew even harder. Feeling the amount of praise he’d get from other guys for helping them out felt so amazing. They’d give him a slap to the arm and thank him. “So strong…” 

Paul couldn’t help himself anymore. His hand was actively jerking himself off as he watched the giant before him change before his eyes. Seeing all that fat drop away into strong dense muscles was amazing. The thick fur he’d adorned across his entire body quickly trimmed itself out into something more appealing and the even thicker beard was shaved and trimmed across his face giving him an even more handsome jawline. 

“And who’s… And who’s… Oh man…” Paul's voice faltered. He was enjoying it too much. His dick was so hard thinking about what Tony was thinking about. He could see the big man imaging himself naked and massaging his muscles. Paul had imagined something like this 1,000 times but now it felt like he was experiencing it. “And who’s your favorite client?” Paul forced himself back to his more dominant position.

“It’s…” Tony’s mind filled with images of Paul working out with him. His small thin body looked so cute as he tried to lift the weights. Even if he wasn’t very good at it, Tony just loved doing it with him. But then the image of Paul looked back up at him. It didn’t quite look like Paul. The cigar dangling out of his fur coated mouth was a dead giveaway. “P-p-p-p,“ Tony stuttered. 

He watched as the image of his small friend changed. Weight rapidly added onto his small frame pushing out a thick belly and arms. The image walked closer to Tony, with each step growing taller, wider and fuller. Hair filled his frame and the brightly colored under armor shirt changed into a stained wife beater that wrapped tightly around a firm belly. He stood under Tony’s nose and puffed a heavy fume of smoke in his face.

“Who. The fuck. Is this guy?” big bear demanded.

“It’s… It’s…” Tony stuttered and the image of Paul quickly faded away. 

Big bear looked over in the direction of the other Paul but couldn’t see anyone anymore. “You think this is some kind of game? Huh?" his big hands pushed at Tony's chest. "You’re mine bitch. You got that?”

“Ye-yes sir,” Tony straightened his posture.

"What was that?" Big bear bit into the cigar and held it tightly in his mouth.

"Yes sir!"

“Good,” Big bear stared him down and puffed another smoke in his face. “Get rid of whatever’s stopping you from getting on my livestream. I don’t care how. I best see youngcub in my chat in the next three minutes.”

“Yes sir!”

“Good. Now I’ve got to change whatever this bullshit is,” he grimaced seeing the athletic type clothes tightly gripping Tony's tight muscles underneath them. “Three minutes!” big bear shouted as a lawn chair formed underneath him and he sat down.

Tony’s body started to react at big bear’s command. His blank stare stayed but Paul could see something was wrong. “Musclecub. Musclecub,” Paul tried to get back into Tony’s mind but it wasn’t any use. "Tony!" He was easily lifted over Tony’s shoulder and then shoved out of the room. "What are you doing?!"

“Big bear’s live streaming right now. I don’t want to be disturbed,” Tony said.

“What?” The door slammed in Paul’s face. Tony moved a dresser in the way like it was nothing. “No! Wait! Open the door! Open the door!” Paul banged on it trying to get back in but there was no getting in there. 

“Paul?” Mr. Vitoli stood behind him. “What are you shouting for?”