Big Bear Live Streams Part 03

Tony woke up like he’d just been hit by a truck. The late night seemed to have really gotten to him as he rolled out of bed. “Holy shit…” he groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The 7:30am sunlight only blinded him more as he reached for the ceiling of his room. Oddly his hands brushed against the lower ceiling. At eight feet it was always just barely out of his reach. If he stood on his tip toes and stretched real hard he’d be able to touch it but right now his hands were flat against the ceiling.

“The hell?” he stumbled through his room with his closed eyes. His mind seemed to be running a mile a minute as two sets of memories were clearly planted in his mind. He couldn’t quite think straight as he was still waking up. His hands ran through his furry muscular chest and he stopped again. Adrenaline rushed through his system. He’d never had hair on his chest, let alone this much. It felt like a forest of hair splitting apart as his hand ran through it. Nor could he believe the strange bumps that seemed to be where his light belly and chest were. His eyes finally opened and he could see his reflection on the mirror hanging behind the door.

“The hell…” his eyes stared unblinking with his mouth agape at the body he saw. He couldn’t help but give himself a light flex watching the muscle in his biceps bulge. The feeling was amazing. What he loved most was having to take a few steps back to get his whole body into the mirror. His 6’2” muscled frame made it incredibly hard to examine his entire body as he flexed. “This is crazy…” he threw up another one. His body seemed to naturally know how to pose to make his muscles look even bigger.

“But I’m gonna get bigger,” he grinned as his eyes drifted over to the posters on the wall. The poster of the wrestling star was on the wall caught his attention. He flexed at the large portrait of the man flexing back at him. “I’m gonna be so much bigger… I’m gonna make big bear proud.” For a second the words caught up to him. He paused and stared back at his reflection again. “Holy shit…” the realization of just how much he’d grown was really dawning on him. This time when he flexed his arm he stared at the 16” inches that bulged with a new found awe. 

“Holy shit…” his mouth hung agape as he really took in just how much he’d grown. Every muscle bulged on his body. He turned to the side feeling his hard dick straining against the fabric of the jock strap he was wearing but at the same time could barely see the bulge. Despite growing so much all over the place; he’d not grown where he thought it mattered most. “Whatever,” he ignored the feeling and started posing again. Seeing each muscle bulge out still made him feel good. Without any clothes on he could see the pump in his chest, that also went up and down his arms and legs. Even his butt looked larger.

“Fuck yeah,” his eyes trailed his body a little longer as he pulled out a red sleeveless shirt and some black shorts. It was a far cry from the graphic comic book t’s that he normally wore with khaki shorts. He’d always loved the pockets but the way the softer fabric molded around his ass was too much to pass up. Even without posing he could see the clear outline of his butt. 

Tony went downstairs ready to get some breakfast. He pulled out the a few pans and started working on cooking four eggs and several slices of bacon. After he’d already cracked the eggs, he’d realized just how big of a meal he was making for himself. “Whatever, I’m still growing,” he grinned. Naturally his body seemed to flex whenever he thought about getting bigger. Seeing the large muscular arms not covered with sleeves only seemed to encourage the behavior even more.  

“Tony?” his dad came into the kitchen. He was shuffling through several pieces of paper looking them over. “Have you been using my credit card?”

“Maybe?” Tony sneered.

“Well. I don’t think you should. Did you sign up for something called big bear live streams?”

“Maybe.”

“Tony,” his dad begged. “Please…”

“What if I did? You gonna do somethin about it?” Tony puffed up his chest and turned towards his already trembling father. The older man never knew how to stand up for himself. He'd been bullied all his life, pushed around by the jocks. And even whenever he went to the corporate world it was the same with his bosses. 

His dad seemed to shrink back at the challenge. At 5’8” he barely even came up to Tony’s shoulders. Never in his life had Mr. Vitoli’s body demanded respect. He’d always just gone with the flow whenever something blocked his path, changing streams whenever the wind seemed to shift even the slightest bit. “It’s… It’s just…” his throat was closing up as Tony glared down at him. He often wondered how his lineage ever created such a giant. “It’s just I need to know.”

The side of Tony’s mouth curled up maliciously as he looked down at his sniveling father. “Yeah. I did. You gonna fuckin do something about it?” he repeated. His tone shifted downward and his eyes glared through him. He watched his father freeze up at the intimation tactic and start stuttering out incoherent syllables. “That’s what I thought,” Tony went back to his eggs, flipping them over. “Come back when you have something to say.”

Mr. Vitoli shrank back and rushed out of the room. He pretended that he there was another reason he had to leave but both knew exactly why. Tony just ignored his father and got out his plates for his breakfast. “What the…” he realized what he’d just done to his father. “Fuck,” he cursed. Never in his life had he been so mean to the older man. He knew that his dad got that same kind of treatment at work all the time and did his best to temper it around him. But seeing that sniveling wimp try to assert any kind of authority of Tony only pissed him off more. His weak, flabby body is the reason he’s such a little bitch. 

“Stop it,” Tony scolded himself for being so mean to his father. The feelings inside him were starting to mix. He couldn’t quite place what he used to feel and the new ones. Not to mention how his dad didn’t seem to even notice that he’d just grown six inches and probably 60 or 70 pounds heavier. He pulled out his phone and went to his messages with Paul. ‘Dude. Something’s wrong.’ 

He waited a few seconds and only received one angry emoji in response.

‘What the hell dude? You still mad I made you see someone else’s dick last night?’

Again he waited and within a minute he received one more angry emoji. Tony knew he’d made Paul mad but didn’t realize the absolute veracity of that anger. Normally once the guy slept it off, he’d be perfectly fine again.

‘Dude. Quite being such a bitch. It’s not like you’ve never seen a dick before.’

Tony stared at his phone expecting another response. Normally he could goad one of Paul by taunting him a little. The delivered message turned to read. He waited a few seconds. Nothing. A minute goes by. Then two. Then five. Then ten. Paul started to get the hint, ‘I’ve been left on read?!’ 

He started typing another message. ‘Dude! I’m sorry. Alright? Something’s weird about that livestream we watched. I need to talk to someone about it.’ Tony watched as the message went from delivered to read. A pit started to pain his stomach as he realized just how mad his friend might have been. There was a series of three periods appearing and disappearing, indicating that Paul was trying to figure out something to write. Paul was clearly thinking about it. He wanted to say something. Even if it was just to call Tony a jackass that’s all he wanted. Something. Something to say that would indicate that Paul wasn’t really that mad. That he just needed some time to sleep it off. Because silence was far worse.

‘Fine,’ Paul finally typed back. ‘I’ll be over later.’

“Yessss,” Tony smiled. The pit in his stomach disappeared as he read the message a few more times. He felt so much better all of a sudden. ‘Good. Get over as soon as you can.’

‘Ok,’ Paul typed back. 

“Sweet!” Tony took his plate of eggs and bacon back to his room. He closed the door and dropped into his computer chair, spinning around and opening up his browser. His first impulse was to go right back to big bear’s website. His mind paused. “What am I doing?” he asked himself. Staring at the question, ‘are you easily manipulated?’, brought him back to reality. “Why am I on this website…” the fork in his mouth hung loosely as a message seemed to appear in his mind. ‘Big bear is about to go live. Big bear is about to go live.’ 

The sentence kept repeating itself over and over in his mind. Tony’s mouse hung over the yes button. He didn’t want to click it. There wasn’t any reason he was going to click it. He wanted to pull up wrestling and watch it while he enjoyed his eggs. Or was it anime? ‘No. I’m not going to click it.’ His mouse still hung over the word yes. “I’m not easily manipulated.” His finger shook. “I’m not…” he pleaded with himself. “Really… I’m not…” his eyes closed and his finger clicked the button. Every part of his body tightened up as he gave way from his better judgement. 

It took a good thirty seconds before he opened his eyes again and saw the familiar dark forum website. The fear and anguish he felt dissipated as he realized how silly it was to be afraid of some website. It’s not like some code on a screen could do anything to him. There wasn’t anything to be afraid of. He was going to listen to big bear. Big bear was going to make him feel safe. Big bear was going to tell him what to do. 

His mouse found its way to the livestream and he logged in. ‘Hey big bear!’ he typed into the livestream. He watched big bear leaning back in his chair enjoying whatever he was doing. He was wearing a different stained white wife beater with a plaid button up that laid loose around his thick arms. One large hand kept hanging out around his crotch while the other was rubbing through the dense forest of hair under his sleeveless shirt.

“Hey there youngcub,” big bear smiled into the screen. A series of hellos directed at Tony made him feel so good. Tony fell back into his chair feeling the wave of pressure lifted from his body. “I was afraid you weren’t going to come back.”

‘Of course I’d come back,’ Tony typed. Blush seemed to fill his face as he heard the concern from big bear. He didn’t like making big bear worried about him.

“Of course. Of course,” big bear smiled over his large rotund belly. “You just left so quickly yesterday I was worried.”

‘Sorry! It was my friend! He closed the browser before I realized it. I’m sorry!’

“Your friend?” big bear questioned. He paused and stared at the camera quizzically. A series of chats came through saying, ‘he must not be a very good friend then!’ ‘Yeah sounds like a real asshole!’ ‘No one should stop you from seeing big bear!’ 'Probably some beta bitch!'

Tony stared at the chat watching them insult his friend. Part of him wanted to agree. Give into the mob. Tell them all the shit Paul did to him. Tell them what a terrible friend he was. But he couldn’t. Tony didn’t even realize he let out a whimper as he read each new insult hurled towards Paul. He shrunk back into his chair, watching the chat go by. 

“Boys. Boys. Boys,” big bear returned to his calm cheerier self. The soft rumble of his voice seemed to soothe the shame out of Tony's body. “I’m sure there was a good reason…”

The chat slowed and Tony went for his eggs again. The food gave him a bit of comfort as tried to control his emotions. 

“Is you’re friend there now?” Big bear asked.

‘No. I’m by myself today,’ Tony typed into the chat. 

“That’s good. That’s good. But was your friend watching yesterday?”

‘Yeah! He was. The whole thing. I thought I heard him saying something but not really. I don’t know. You were just so interesting I couldn’t look away.’

Big bear let out a laugh. “That’s right. You’re really interested in me. It’s all you can think about isn’t it? You want to please me. You want to make me happy.”

‘Of course!’ Tony typed. He set his plate of food down next to the keyboard. His eyes focused on the large man in front of him. He couldn’t look away any more. He didn’t want to look away any more. One of his hands found their way down to his crotch and slowly started rubbing. He could feel the hard erection wanting to get out. 

“Good…” big bear soothed. “You want to make me happy. You want to please big bear. You want to grow for big bear. You said you wanted to be a big hairy former jock.”

“Yeah…” Tony droned. “A big hairy former jock…”

“That’s right. You’ve worked out a lot to get nice and muscular. But now you want real size. You want real strength.”

“Real size… Real strength…” Tony’s body relaxed as his hand worked his shaft. At some point he’d pulled it out during the livestream and started jacking off. His mind zoned out only listening to big bear. It was all he could hear. It was all he could focus on. Even as his hand went up and down his dick he could barely even feel the sensation. All he could focus on was getting bigger.

“That’s right. You want to be really big. You want people to have to move out of your way when you walk down the sidewalk. So big people just look at you and know not to mess with you. So big your presence is intimidating.”

“So big…” Even though Tony’s eyes were wide open he might as well been asleep. His mind was only thinking about one thing, growing. And his body seemed more than happy to oblige. 6’2” wasn’t big enough. He needed to be bigger. His arms needed to be thicker. Shoulders wider. Chest pushing far out in front of him. If he had a belly? Even better. Weight. He needed more weight. 

The more big bear talked the more Tony’s body grew to accommodate the commands. His body stretched out in the chair filling it up even more. His arms grew thicker. Shoulders pushed further out while his chest pushed forward. His body filled the leather chair and sank with his growing weight. Every bone in his bod grew longer and thicker, perfect for holding up his new weight. However, while his hands grew wider, his dick started to shrink ever so slightly. But it didn’t matter. He was bigger where it counted. 

People could just look at him and know not to mess with him. That he was someone who people naturally moved out of the way for. He was a moving wall. The power felt amazing. Tony couldn’t believe the new feeling. He couldn’t hold onto it any longer. His smaller dick burst and his body shook with an absurd amount of passion. Even though he was so much smaller, each burst felt so much more sensitive. His mind went blank. ‘Listen to big bear.’

“Fuck!” Tony cursed as his mind came to. He stared at the static on his computer with, ‘live stream ended’, plastered on it. “Aw shit… What the fuck was that..?” He rubbed the back of his head and stood up stretching his 6’6” body. “God damn…” he moved around the extra weight feeling like something was off. It was like he felt different. That he wasn’t the same person. He ran his hand through the mountain man beard dipping down towards his chest. 

“The fuck..?” he looked down and saw the belly pushing out past his pecs. His first instinct was to go to the mirror to see the damage. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he cursed as he had to take several more steps back to get his body into the frame. Even then his head was still cut off. His thicker body turned to the side and he could see the belly pushing out in front of him. It didn’t make sense. He looked like he weighed almost 100 pounds more than what he weighed this morning. His mind felt like it was playing tricks on him. 

He rushed over to the scale and stepped on it. “This isn’t okay! I don’t want to be fat!” he begged as he tried to look down past his belly at the numbers. He sucked it in with all his might but it didn’t matter. The scale was only supposed to go up to 300 pounds and the red symbols only showed UL. A worried groan escaped his mouth followed by a throb in his cock. Somehow his body was reacting positively to the news that he was too big for his scale. 

On the desk he saw his phone light up. He rushed over to see it was a text from Paul. However what really horrified him was somehow it was already noon. He’d just made eggs and now it was noon. “Get here fast Paul…” he begged. His dick sprung to attention. A thought rushed through his mind that it was almost time to work out and get bigger for big bear. “Please…” he begged as he realized the few weights he had next to his window had turned into what looked like a fully loaded gym.