It Started with a Soft Smile - Chapter 2
#2 of It Started with a Soft Smile
A few months into Rhys the lion and Adam the brown bear's relationship, things start thickening up a bit. A shortsighted look at the status of their relationship from Rhys' perspective, and a bit of fun in the shower.
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Rhys' bright blue eyes slowly pondered his body in the dorm bathroom mirrors. His red mane was perfect, as he was sure to groom it every day to keep it in such fine condition. His eyes continued their descent, lingering for a moment at his strong biceps and pecs, always in peak condition, at least for the moment. Still lower rest the culmination of his relationship with Adam. A slight layer of pudge covered his middle, his abs seemingly buried underneath his small, but ever growing paunch. He stopped there, scratching the curve of his belly with the tips of his sharp claws before resting his paw just above his belly button.
The football season had ended just a few weeks ago, and even that short time between then and now had clearly taken its toll on Rhys' body. Football was his workout; it kept him in shape and gave him the chance to work off any weight he had gained from overeating. It had begun to be somewhat of a habit of his, overeating. He loved doing it, the pressure building in his stomach, Adam comforting him, rubbing his slightly swollen gut... But it had become too much now, especially without the workout he got from playing football, and his gut had slowly started to form over the weeks after it ended.
With a sigh, Rhys quickly threw on a shirt and made his way back to his room, opening the door as silently as he could on the off chance that Adam may have fallen asleep on his couch or bed. The brown bear was awake, and Rhys was grateful for it, he had wanted to make plans to head out to an aquarium that was only a few blocks away from the school, and close to the beach. He had always wanted to take Adam down to the beach, but it was winter, too cold, and Adam was still embarrassed about the new shape of his body. The aquarium would suffice. Either way, when Rhys saw Adam sitting pleasantly on the couch, he decided to save such plans for another day; they would stay home today and try to make their own fun.
Adam looked up at the lion with a smile, patting an open space on the couch next to him, which Rhys was quick to fill up, moving in for a quick kiss on the cheek before resting an arm over the shoulder of his mate. It had been like this for a long time, long enough for word of their relationship on campus to spread and for Adam to be indoctrinated into the lion's circle of friends. Rhys was always kind to Adam, and he constantly showered him with gifts, kisses, dates, and many other displays of affection, as Rhys was certainly an affectionate man, and Adam loved it. While Adam had always tried to reciprocate his love, and he did so very often, it was not an easy thing to do; Rhys' affections were always tough to match, and even though he was rarely able to get onto the same level Rhys loved him anyway, and he loved Rhys. It was simple, at least in an emotional context. They worked for each other, and everyone around them agreed, especially the fox-wolf hybrid, Derek, Adam's roommate, who always asked Adam about his relationship with the lion, aiming for the juicy details. Whenever Derek would ask about his growing gut, Adam would try to pass it off as natural winter weight, something that bears always got whether they wanted to or not, it was always there. Derek always responded with a knowing grin, but the brown bear ignored it.
All in all, if there was one thing about Adam that Rhys loved the most, it was his desire to make Rhys happy. Adam had always felt second-class to Rhys, whether it be due to the lion's muscled physique or his down right dominance, the need to please Rhys coursed through his body every day, and it was this desire that lead him to get bigger.
The idea seemed to be hinted at on the "surprise" first date that Rhys had put together for Adam; the lion's words always rang through the bear's mind: "And I've got to say, I love a guy who can eat!" It hadn't been too apparent to Adam what Rhys had truly meant by that, but the lion made it abundantly clear that he liked his guys big, and while Adam was, at first, not nearly fat enough to come close to being considered "big", Rhys was sure to work on that.
It was slow at first; Rhys would order Adam's meals for him whenever the lion took him to a restaurant, and he would be sure to get the largest, heaviest dishes on the menu, as long as Adam liked the food of course, Rhys made sure that he would only get his bear what he liked, and nothing short of it. As the weeks went by, Rhys slowly introduced the idea of gaining weight into Adam's head. It was a strange concept at first for Adam, but he would try it out for the sake of making his lovely lion happy, and nothing more. He truly did make Rhys happy, and it seemed as though the act of getting fatter made Adam happy too.
Progress was slow at first, but finally, after three months of eating, the bear had gained twenty pounds, adding a slight softness to his chest and a fair amount of roundness to what was once a relatively flat belly. It had only grown so slowly due to Adam's workout routine, but Rhys was quick to put an end to that. Each night when Adam slept in his room, the lion was sure to be fully stocked on snacks for his big bear, and when they cuddled Adam could be sure to expect a nice rubbing for his bloated belly, and sweet kisses to be planted all over his face. Rhys was absolutely in love, as was Adam.
What had shocked Adam was that he had kept his virginity intact, even after spending countless nights in the same bed. While Rhys knew Adam was certainly waiting for the day for them to finally have sex, he wanted to make sure that the night was a special one, a celebration. Adam was finally nearing three hundred pounds, a nice, even weight for an adult brown bear just coming into his prime, though the weight tended to be more muscle than fat for the average bear; even so, Rhys still outweighed him by twenty five more pounds due to the residual of his workouts from football. At six foot four, the lion was taller than Adam, and his bulk lead him to both look bigger than the bear, and weigh more, as muscle weighs more than fat. Once Adam reached Rhys' weight, then they would celebrate, but for now his bear still had some growing to do.
Adam watched TV and leaned against his lion's firm chest, not yet knowing that his mate's perfect abs had transformed into a small belly. Rhys guided his paws under the fattening bear's shirt and massaged his soft belly, purring into Adam's ears as he always would. Adam blushed and leaned further onto Rhys as the lion's claws kneaded his belly; he loved that he was shorter than the lion, able to rest his head on his mate's chest and mane whenever he pleased, and he loved the feeling of the belly rub just as much as Rhys loved giving them, but Adam was starting to worry about his growing weight. While most of his mass came from his natural build as a bear, his belly was certainly starting to take up room, and he knew that it would only take a few more pounds for his belly, still newly rounding out, to begin to lose its shape and rest on his lap. Rhys continued rubbing his gut, and giving into the pleasure of the moment, Adam let his worries go, choosing to instead focus on hiding his growing boner, though he could easily tell that Rhys was getting one as well.
That night, Rhys watched Adam fill his belly in bliss. "If I had to pick one word to describe myself right now," Rhys started, "it would be 'lucky.'"
"I would have to say the same thing," Adam got out of his chair and walked over to his lion, "you are lucky." He chuckled and pressed his muzzle into Rhys' mane, shutting his eyes and hugging him tightly. Rhys kept him like this for a while, but after a minute had passed he broke out of the hug and warned Adam that if he should not finish his food now, it may grow cold. Rhys felt warm inside; he always did when Adam was around, and it wasn't just because of the warmth the he gave off, which grew in temperature in tandem with his belly. Every hug made him feel whole inside, and every meal that he provided, every smile he put on his bear's face, brought this feeling back again and again. And each time Adam hugged him, lightly pressing against the lion with his thickening belly, Rhys couldn't help but feel a throbbing in both his heart and his pants, though he only gave off the joys of one through his proud grin and the uncontrollable swaying of his tail.
When the pair had finished dinner, a simple grilled chicken, two pieces for Rhys, and four for his growing bear, along with some greens and a shared tub of ice cream for dessert, they lay down in Rhys' bed and cuddled. When Adam asked why Rhys would not take off his undershirt, which hugged tightly to his strong chest and ever so slightly to his developing belly, Rhys left him only with the answer that he just felt more comfortable wearing it tonight. Adam was somewhat suspicious, but didn't mind so long as his lion was here.
They slept easily through the night, Rhys the big spoon, as he was taller, and Adam the little. Rhys' free paw rubbed the fattening bear's belly until both had fallen asleep, both dreaming about the bear becoming even bigger. Rhys' dream was a bit more lewd, and caused a strong warmth to press against Adam's behind, but he didn't mind at all.
Stripping down, Rhys made his way to the shower. He was lucky as there would be no line or wait for the shower, it was the weekend, and almost all of his floor had been invited to a party in the next city over; Rhys was invited too, but he had a bear to take care of. Taking his time, Rhys stepped into the shower and turned on the water, twisting the handle nearly all the way to the right where the water would be the hottest. He went through all of the steps to his daily routine. First, he would wash his mane, making sure to shampoo and condition it using only the best products; a lion's mane was his pride, and Rhys always kept it in perfect condition. Unlike many of the other cats he knew, Rhys loved the feeling of the water running down his fur and soaking his mane, and he traced its path with his paws every morning until it met his rock hard member, which he wouldn't always get to satisfy, but he surely would be able to today. What Rhys loved only second to the sweet release offered to him by the curtain of the showers was running his paws and claws through his mane, something he could do at any time, but the wetness of his fur gave it an entirely new, luxurious texture that he cherished each morning. But today, it was hard for him to concentrate on his mane. Though he got his duties to his red fluff done, he quickly moved his attention to his new layer of flab. Rhys played around with his new belly in both shock and lust; he scratched at it, jiggled what little there was to it, squeezed and prodded it, and thought about how he let himself get this way.
Rhys had always intended for Adam to get fat, to make him his very own big, soft teddy bear, but he never wanted to gain weight himself; he needed to stay in shape for football and for Adam, he never thought that this could happen. Each squeeze of his new fat caused his full, solid cock to beckon to him, calling out to be relieved of its pressure. Rhys was not about to let that call go unheard. Lowering his right paw, he wrapped his hand around his throbbing dick and went to work, teasing the tip, causing his tail to flick and soft purrs to escape his lips, before moving up and down to the base while his other paw squeezed and rubbed what little fat was available on his belly. Letting out soft moans, he thought more and more about what it must be like to be big, not big like Adam, but big like the bull who played defense, a thick, soft gut perfect for squeezing and fucking. Rhys' moans grew louder as his hips slowly thrust into his paw, his paw squeezing as much belly as he could get a hold of. He imagined what it would be like to straddle Adam with such a belly, both of them pressing into each other's softness. Rhys moved his lower paw to his balls, cupping and squeezing them gently in his hand, and bent over, causing his belly to seem even bigger than it truly was, offering much more to squeeze, and licked the tip of his cock experimentally, shivering with pleasure as he tasted the slightly salty pre-cum; he had never known that he could do that before. He continued squeezing his new belly and stroking his cock imagining that he was rubbing it against Adam's thick, soft gut. The lion moaned loudly, on the verge of a powerful roar as cum coated the wall, his belly, and even part of his chest. He sighed in relief that none had reached his mane and rinsed off. He knew now that a part of him, something deep and primal, wanted him to get bigger too. It was something to consider, but Rhys was unsure. He wondered when he would let Adam see him shirtless again, he had been keeping his new weight hidden for a time.
It wouldn't be until a month later that Adam would finally reach Rhys' weight, a time supposed to be of great celebration and rewards; but that's when the folf cut in.