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Big Bear LiveStreams Part 05
🕑 Added 2019-06-02 20:28:39 +0000 UTCMr. Vitoli stared at Paul completely confused. He didn’t like how much noise the young adult was making. “Paul, I need you to keep your voice down please.”
“But something’s wrong with your son!” Paul’s voice was still raised.
‘What isn’t?’ Mr. Vitoli scoffed to himself. “Paul, that doesn’t give you the right to yell. Now, tell me what’s wrong?”
Paul was getting antsy as he glared at his friend’s father. The man was terrible at understanding how to take control over a situation. His slow methodical nature was more annoying than authoritative and he lacked any self-awareness of how annoying it often was. Paul took a deep breath trying to figure out what would get Mr. Vitoli to listen to him. “Have you seen you’re credit card statement yet?”
“Why yes, but I don’t understand how this has anything to do with your yelling.”
“It does,” Paul nearly raised his voice in exasperation. “It does. Did you have an unknown charge on it? Because that was because of Tony.”
“Oh?” Mr. Vitoli’s interest piqued. “I did. Is there a problem with it?”
“Yes. There is. That charge is from a guy who’s trying to control your son. You have to cancel the transaction,” Paul said.
“Cancel the transaction? But if it’s on a site that I don’t want it to be then I’d have to cancel the entire card…” Mr. Vitoli thought about it for a second.
“Then do that!”
Mr. Vitoli jumped at the sudden shout. “Now… Now…” he said trying to get Paul to calm down again. “I don’t think I’d have to go that far. What’s this site? Is it porn?”
“Sort of?” Paul thought about it a bit more.
“I knew it. That boy has so much libido and he’s wasting it on nothing. I should be having grandchildren who come visiting if he wasn’t locking himself in his room wasting so much time. That good for nothing son. Always wasting time,” Mr. Vitoli didn’t realize he was monologuing. “I mean…”
“Mr. Vitoli,” Paul took a deep breath. “Please. Cancel your card.”
“Paul,” Mr. Vitoli copied Paul’s deep breath, “I don’t think you understand how much of a hassle that can be. I have to wait several weeks for a new one and I don’t want to do that. What website is he on? Maybe I can dispute the charge and then we have nothing to worry about.”
“Mr. Vitoli…”
“Paul, please stop wasting my time. I need to be able to cancel the transaction.”
Paul let out a heavy breath through his nose. He didn’t know how much he could really trust the older man. But at the same time, Mr. Vitoli wasn’t giving him any other options. For being such a passive and controllable idiot, he sometimes had a strong sense of what he was going to do. The only problem was that was usually the worst possible way to go. “It’s something called Big Bear LiveStreams. It’s a guy who talks to his audience and I don’t think you should talk to him…”
“What? It’s a person? That’s even better. I’m sure Mr. Bear is perfectly reasonable and once I talk to him, he’ll be more than happy to refund my money and delete my credit card information. I knew Tony was up to something. Something was telling me to look through the browser history last night but it’d all been deleted! Tony knows perfectly well that I use that all the time to find my websites easily. It’s awfully annoying to have to go to the Google and then find them again. What if I’m to get a virus!”
Even though the family computer was only two room over it felt like a far greater distance as Paul had to listen to Mr. Vitoli complain about his problems. The small, middle aged, middle management man didn’t have much going for him but that gave him all the more reason to make his tiny problems bigger than they ever needed to be. Paul shook his head trying to ignore it and pulled up the website that Tony had showed him the night before. “Here…” Paul muttered.
“Hmmm…” Mr. Viotli stared at the question, ‘are you easily controlled?’ for a good few seconds. His mouse hovered over the yes button but he clearly didn’t want to click it yet. Somehow that single question had already brought the entire mission to a stop.
“Just click the button!” Paul’s body tightened up as he wanted to strangle the older man.
“Now Paul, there’s no reason to shout. We’ve been over this,” Mr. Vitoli tutted. He clicked yes on the 18 or older question and they proceeded to seeing the black lit forums. At the top of the screen a red button labeled streaming was drawing their attention. Mr. Vitoli’s speed seemed to quadruple as his moused over it and clicked the bright red button.
‘Must be logged in to view,’ the popup brought them to another stopping point. However, Mr. Vitoli wasn’t wasting time again. He pressed the make new account button and started filling out all the relevant information. He even already had a nickname picked out, ‘GrizzlyPapaBear.’ Without thinking he’d already grabbed his credit card and started putting his information in.
“Mr. Vitoli?” Paul stared at the older man as he typed away.
“Please don’t distract me Paul.”
Paul took the hint and a few steps back. He couldn’t believe it. It was the same listless look Tony had the day prior. His face had gone blank and his only focus was on the screen. He clicked the create account and then went straight to the live stream.
“Oh?” Big Bear was sitting his same stained wife beater with a different flannel shirt hanging at his sides. His jeans were already unbuttoned and his dick was almost out. “It looks like we have a new guest. Hello GrizzlyPapaBear.”
“Hello,” Mr. Vitoli responded.
“You’re so silly, Grizzly. You have to type it in the chat if you want me to hear you.”
“Right!” Mr. Vitoli stared at the keyboard and typed in ‘Hello.’
“Good man,” Big Bear smiled. He took another drag from his cigar and blew it in the air. “Now why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself.”
To Paul, Mr. Vitoli just was staring at the blank screen in front of him. But the moment Big Bear asked the question, Mr. Vitoli went into an unbelievably strong trance. To him it was like he wasn’t in the family’s computer room anymore staring at the computer screen. Instead, he feels like he’s in his office, going through all the files trying to figure out what was going wrong with the computer program. He grabbed his head in frustration knowing there was an easy answer. That there was something small that he was missing but he couldn’t see it.
“Havin problems?” Mr. Bear looked down into Vince Vitoli’s cubicle and took a long sip from his coffee. It was the only thing that could tide the man over in the building until he could go outside and smoke his cigars.
“Mr. Bear?!” Vince jumped back seeing the large man smiling down at him. His large bulky frame filled out his suite and made it hard for him to fit into the smaller parts of the office. It’s why he mostly spent his time in his larger office. But if he was wandering around the halls that meant someone was in trouble. “No. I’m not,” Vince lied. “I’ve almost got it figured out.”
“Good,” Mr. Bear smiled behind his coffee mug. “Then you won’t mind coming to my office for a few minutes.”
“S-sir?” Vince gripped the armrests on his chair. He was working as hard as he could. It’s just these damned computers were always changing too fast. He couldn’t keep up. It wasn’t his fault, it was the industry.
“Don’t make me ask again,” Mr. Bear turned around and headed to the fogged glass wall at the end of the hallway. His thick build took up nearly the entire hall making anyone in his way have to duck into the cubicle. He had such a commanding presence in the office that the idea of anyone ever being in his way was absurd.
“Oh jeez…” Vince muttered to himself. He could already feel the sweat dripping from his brow. If Mr. Bear wanted to see him in his office that was always trouble. Just the thought of sitting across from giant of a man terrified him. “Calm down… Calm down… You haven’t done anything wrong,” Vince tried to sooth himself. But each step closer to the boss’ office was another step closer to a possible firing. His breathing was growing haggard. The cubicles were closing in on him. The loud buzz from the florescent lights seemed so much louder. He clutched his briefcase even tighter. “It’s ok… It’s ok…”
Before he knew it he was standing in front of that glass door. He held onto the metal handle feeling the sweat drip down his hand. “Mr. Bear?” he squeaked as he cracked the door open.
“Ahh, Vince, I was expecting you. Come in. Come in,” he sounded a bit cheery. It was a bit off putting. “Sit,” he commanded. Instantly Vince sat down in the large leather chair. It made a sound as his body slid further into it. Mr. Bear stared across his desk. There was a good minute of silence between the two. Then he finally spoke. “Am I a good boss?”
“Sir?” Vince’s eyes went wide at the question. The fear he’d had, doubled. Why would he ask something like that? Had Vince being doing something to make him seem like he didn’t like Mr. Bear? Should he just answer, ‘yes’? Would that be too quick? Would Mr. Bear believe him?
Mr. Bear tapped a pen on the desk. “You’re silence is deafening…” he cocked an eyebrow as he looked down at the other man. It was like he was rising higher above Vince.
“Wha--? Of course you’re a good boss. You’re a great boss!” Vince sunk into his chair. The presence of the other man seemed to be intimidating him. Even though they were about five feet apart it was like he was getting smaller every second. He couldn’t be fired. There’s no way his wife would be okay with that. He wouldn’t be able to finish paying off the house. Luckily Tony didn’t want to go to college anymore but that didn’t mean he would have a significant amount of money.
“Hmmm…” Mr. Bear seemed unimpressed by the answer. “Do you enjoy working for this company?” Again a series of questions shot through Vince’s head. All he could think about were those questions. And again he didn’t answer. “I see…” Mr. Bear clasped his hands together.
“Mr. Bear—“ Vince choked out. It was getting harder for him to breathe again. His spatial awareness was completely missing. The office was gone and it was only him and Mr. Bear. “I love working here…” The words were caught in his throat but he used all his power to get them out.
“Are you sure?” Mr. Bear asked. He stood up from his desk and paced behind it. “Is there not somewhere else you’d rather be? I see you in your small cubicle and it barely looks like you focus on your work at all. You seem distracted.”
Vince tried his best to retort the claims his boss was throwing at him. He didn’t believe them. They weren’t true. But if that’s what Mr. Bear saw then what could he really do. He wanted to say something. Mount some kind of defense. But Mr. Bear wasn’t listening.
“Where do you see yourself in 5 years?” Mr. Bear broke the silence.
“Wha-what?” Vince’s mind went blank as he stared at his boss. He always had an answer. But now staring at the bear of a man smoking his cigar, he couldn’t quite think. Mr. Bear had taken off his suite jacket. The top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone, showing off his dense fur underneath. Even his belt buckle was undone. “S-s-s-sir?”
“Hmph… That’s what I thought. You’re distracted. You obviously don’t want to work here anymore. But maybe I can help you with that,” Mr. Bear crossed the empty space and stood over Vince. The smaller man couldn’t think about anything other than Mr. Bear’s giant body. The smell of the other man burned Vince’s nose. But he couldn’t deny that he liked it. The soft scent of working out with a stronger hint of BO still stuck in Mr. Bear’s hair. He sniffed harder, taking it in. “See? Distracted…”
“Mmmhhmmm…” Vince agreed. He pulled himself closer to Mr. Bear’s massive body. Something inside him was telling him not to get any closer. All he could think about was the massive man’s body. His thick pelt of hair across his chest and under his arms.
“You like?” Mr. Bear raised his arm up showing off his armpit. Another waft of his odor filled Vince’s mind. He dove into the exposed area, burying his head deep inside. “I thought so… That’s why you want to work here so badly isn’t it. I understand.” Mr. Bear pulled away and Vince tried to follow. “Sit still.” Vince listened to the order. He planted himself back into the chair. “Good. But I still can’t have you distracted in the position you’re in.”
“But… But…” Vince whimpered as he thought he was going to be fired.
“I didn’t say you were going to be fired. Just relocated. Someone like you needs something else in his life. You work hard to bring your family money and I won’t take that away from you completely. But you need to be doing something else. You need work that makes you look strong. I don’t want some weak ass bitch working for me.”
“Sir?”
“Did I say you could speak!” Mr. Bear roared into Vince’s face. The small man instantly went silent. “Do you like being weak?”
Vince paused, wondering if it was a rhetorical question. There were several silent seconds between them. “No…” he muttered.
“Do you like it when people walk all over you?”
“No…”
“Do you want to be strong?”
“Yeah…”
“Do you want people to look up to you?”
“Yes.”
“Good…” Big Bear smiled. “Stand up.” Vince obeyed and noticed a slight difference in what he thought their heights were supposed to be. At 6’2” big bear was supposed to be a good 5 or 6 inches taller than him, but right now they were close to the same height. Actually, Vince was a little taller. That little bit became a little bit more.
“Sir?” Vince questioned why he was now looking down at his boss.
“Shhh… It’s all for me…” Big bear took a long drag from his cigar watching the changes take place. The small overweight dopey man was quickly growing taller. All the weight in his hefty gut started to displace more throughout his body. His weak doughy muscles looked firm and solid while a bit of fat made them just that much bigger.
Vince was starting to worry as he felt his body growing beneath him. Every part of him was expanding and growing outward. At 5’8” and 220 pounds he’d always felt like he was pretty big but now he was closing in on 300 and still felt small. His shoulders widened and he couldn’t see over his chest without leaning forward. “Sir?” even with his deeper voice he sounded scared and pathetic. He didn’t understand what was going on.
Every second that passed, a growing fog filled his mind. It was like he couldn’t think as well. The brow of his forehead pushed a little further forward. All he wanted to do was eat, drink, workout and ride his motorcycle. Even if it was something he’d always considered a dangerous activity he suddenly found it incredibly fun. Feeling the wind whip past him and through his thick unkempt beard. The hair around his chin drifted down towards his chest while the hair on his head pushed a little further back on his scalp. There was still a little bit left but he’d normally keep that kept under his hat that he kept bill facing his back.
“Damn…” his voice growled as he grew more in control of the situation. He was starting to enjoy it. Vince’s cock jumped in excitement thinking about his growing body. The growing fur running down his chest and hefty belly. He couldn’t think about anything else. Just his size. He was big. Huge even. Towering over damn near everyone and stronger than they could imagine. His cock throbbed. “Fuck…” he doubled over from the pleasure. His giant hands grabbed onto the chair to hold him up.
“That’s a good GrizzlyBear. But you want to be a papa too…” Big Bear’s body was hovering over GrizzlyPapaBear as he whispered in his ear. His hard cock pushed against the giant man’s ass. “More than just your son. You’ll get me more. You’ll go to bars and find me all sorts of new toys. They’ll be drawn to your authority. They’ll love you’ve masculinity. Then you bring them to me. I don’t mind if you fuck them a little. But only I’m allowed to fuck you.” Big Bear pushed hard into GrizzlyPapaBear’s ass asserting his dominance. “Do you understand?” he thrust again, feeling his dick pressed hard by Grizzly’s tight asshole.
“Y-yes sir!” GrizzlyPapaBear shouted. With each new thrust he could feel another wave of pleasure run over him. His life was being given over to Big Bear. He wanted the man to take control. Take over his life. It felt so much better. With each thrust from Big Bear he felt closer. But he couldn’t. Not before Big Bear. He had to respect Big Bear.
Big Bear let out a loud growl and cum erupted into Grizzly’s ass. The sudden pounded of liquid against his colon was too much and Grizzly felt himself cum as a result. “That’s a good bear,” Big Bear complemented. Even though Vince had just cum he felt his dick stiffen to out in front of him again. A smile filled Big Bear’s face as he watched the sheer pleasure from the man in front of him. “Now. Tell me why it took so long for you to come to me.”
“Because my son deleted all the cookies and I couldn’t find the website…”
“Hmmm… And how did you find it this time? Your son didn’t tell you the website. I already asked.”
“It was his friend.”
“Friend!? What friend!” Big Bear’s calm demeanor shifted to a more manic one. He grabbed Vince by the collar and held him tightly. “What friend.”
“Paul. Its Vince’s little dork of a friend. He’s a real bitch. He’s right next to me if you want him to talk.”
“Yeah… Tell him to make an account. Don’t let him leave until he does. You’ll use your credit card if he doesn’t have one.”
“Yes sir,” Vince said. All at once he blinked a few times and was back in front of the family computer in his house. Though he lived in the same house it wasn’t quite as clean as it had been. There were pizza boxes in his office and posters of girls lining the walls. Even if he wasn’t all that interested in them, he knew his wife would be suspicious if they were men.
But to Paul he’d just watched it all happen. Slowly he’d seen the small unassuming man bulk out into a living breathing hulk right before him. His small body just kept growing. The longer Mr. Vitoli jerked himself off the bigger he got. Everything around him was changing. And somehow he knew that Mr. Vitoli worked as a security guard rather than an office manager. But what scared him most was there was nothing he could do to wake the man out of his trance. Yet there he stood, glaring at Paul.
Mr. Vitoli stood up and approached Paul. “Mr. Bear would like to speak with you.”
“I think…”
A massive hand reached down and grabbed Paul by the shoulder. “Now,” he squeezed lightly, but it was enough to give the idea.
