“Rrrrrrrf! Ruf!” Pascal rubbed at his belly and made happy dog noises. That full feeling in his middle always got him excited, but this was becoming so much fun. Knowing he’d be pushing out some cute stuffed animals made this weirdly more arousing for him. He wouldn’t need to worry about any complications or after-care, he wasn’t even that worried about things being difficult if they turned out to be big… in fact he hoped they were big. Something soft yet stuffed with fluff on the inside would likely feel great moving through his birth canal. His tail wagged and his erection bounced again at that thought.

“Looks like somebody’s ready for some more loving~” Bash cooed. He reached down and gave Pascal’s rocket a little tug, and the dog reacted with another horny “RUFF!” of eagerness. The bear slid his legs to the edge of the bed and leaned in, placing both hands on the dog’s belly and rubbing it in circles on both of his sides. “Now who’s a good boy? Pascal are you a good boy?”

The dalmatian’s ears perked and his smile got a bit screwy. His tail was already a blur but he swore it sped up just a bit more. “Unf, y-yes, I’m a good boy!”

“And why is that? Go on, tell me what makes you the goodest boy~” Bash kept rubbing and stroking that swollen tummy, making the dog leak pre on the carpet.

“Uh-unf… I-I’m a good boy because I have your toys in my belly! Stuffed bears, or dogs, or whatever they are… nnnf, they made my belly really full and tight and round! A-and my belly button is sticking out too!” Pascal was stuttering through his sentences as Bash started to play with that navel. It was in fact sticking out a decent bit. It was enough that when the bear stroked it outwards with his thumb and fore finger that Pascal let out a horny little whimper.

“Oh don’t you sound adorable? No wonder you encountered Check, this is a really good button. It’s only gonna get bigger you know.” He gave it a flick and the dog moaned, his eyes half lidded for a moment. “Well let’s see, you’ve bounced on me, you’ve bent over for me… but weren’t you admiring just how strong I was earlier?”

Pascal looked at Bash’s face as the bear’s grin grew, creeping upwards and making him blush all over again. “You are strong Papa Bear, you lifted me so easily! It was uh… it was really fun… plus you have really soft and warm hands.” Pascal couldn’t help but arch his back a bit more, sticking his belly a bit more firmly against those plushy hands. They were pretty big after all, so they covered a pretty good area.

“Pascal.” Bash lifted the dog’s chin up with a big finger again, making eye contact. The canine’s gaze had wandered down to his belly. “Do you want ‘uppies’?”

That tail began to wag faster again. It was enough to be audible at this point… and also visible as his hips swayed with the sheer power it had. “Y-yes please! Uppies and then, nnf, p-please stuff me again…” Pascal was so horny at this point that a long strand of pre oozed from his tip and didn’t break connection until after it reached the carpet.

“Good boy~” Bash cooed. The bear stood up and towered over the dog. “You love having my plush toys in your belly, but I bet you love being treated like a toy too.” He turned the dog around and rubbed his belly from behind. Pascal looked down and watched those big hands rub all over his swollen middle.

“Gosh, yes, I love that you’ve just taken control so far. I don’t think anything you do could make me feel bad, so please just use me however you see fit. I’ll just tell your if something hurts.”

Bash’s hands began to travel upwards from the dog’s belly to his rib cage, then grabbed at his chest. Pascal felt himself get lifted, his belly wobbling a bit as his arms got lifted up in the process. He bent his legs a bit and felt something warm and stiff rub against his back the further he got lifted… until that big meaty shaft slipped downwards and bobbed between the bear’s legs. He got pulled in close, the plush belly behind him pressing against his back firmly as he was held in position.

“Just hold still for me now ok? You can do all that wonderful squirming after I stick it in ya~” Bash rumbled as he spoke into the dog’s ear. It was sensual yet dripping with dominance.

“O-oh-ok!” Pascal’s rear dangled just inches away from the bear’s tip as it sprang back up. Bash rolled his hips and pushed upwards against the dog. That blunt tip found its mark surprisingly fast and immediately started to cause pressure against Pascal’s pucker again. Gosh, that wonderful feeling was back for a third time… and then he felt himself get lowered. The tension at his backdoor increased and his toes curled up. “Ooooh… B-bash please st-stick it in!” He begged pitifully.

“Of course sweetheart~” Bash lifted the dog just a bit, not letting his tip leave contact but relieving some tension. He also pulled his hips back a bit… and then both rolled them upwards and dropped the dog back down at once. Pascal gasped as the tip audibly popped into his rear. It was followed by Bash letting out a low pleasured growl. “Ooooh that’s the good stuff, you’re still the perfect fit even now. Your hole is just so… mmf… warm and slick, so smoooooth both going in and out, you’re just the best little sleeve aren’t ya?”

Pascal whined. He got called a sleeve. His tail tried to wag again but it was firmly stuck between his back and the bear’s big gut. His train of thought further derailed as Bash let him slip down further and further. The bear’s penis pulsed and stretched the dog’s poor needy rump out again… it felt incredible. His prostate pulsed and the canine erection wobbled in the air, then smacked up against that round belly. Bash lifted him back up, then lowered him back down. Then again, and again, and soon the dog was having a hard time not squirming.

“Ooooh… what a good boy… I’m just gonna…” Bash backed himself up against a wall and used his paws to brace himself there. He kept a nice firm grip and took a position not unlike a bear scratching its back against a tree. “...Just gonna pump my pup up and down, like a little ride with a happy ending~”

Pascal got pushed back down and felt the bear’s penis stretch his insides out. His legs curled in and he squirmed again, whining as he was immediately lifted back up and dropped back down. The pace was steady. His rear was stroking that fat thing in his rump and all the dog could do was squirm and wiggle as he was bounced around. Each time he got pulled up his belly drooped and each time he was pushed down it bounced. His taut middle was getting jostled about and his erection was consistently smacking the underside. His fur down there was completely slick now with pre and the carpet between their legs was darkened with it too. He couldn’t help it, his prostate was getting a third milking in a row and at this point had given up with moderation. The dog was slinging the stuff all over the place. His nuts bounced around and smacked against Bash’s bigger orbs as he came sliding down once more.

“Mmmmf! P-papa Bear! I think I’m… I’m getting really close!” He stammered out as his erection suddenly bloated. The firm doggy wood twitched against his belly despite the constant bouncing and got all warm and tingly… the dog’s brain was quickly emptying as the only thought left was how he was gonna pop again. That’s when he felt the fat member pumping his rear shudder. Bash let out a deep growl and his blunt tip flared up in Pascal’s tummy. Spots looked down and watched his belly bulge a little from it. His outie pulsed from the tension being placed on it from the inside.

“Bash are you-” Pascal whined out as he felt his groin about to explode. The big bear let out a long pleasured moan as he dropped the dog all the way down onto his length. The belly of his cock swelled as he began to unload into the tight rear. Hot sticky ropes of cum were suddenly filling Pascal’s tummy up again and it creaked like a balloon as it pushed outwards. Pascal’s face went screwy and his toes flexed and wiggled as he let out a meager little bark and started cumming all over the floor. His hole tensed up and Bash squeezed his chest a bit in response. The bear’s dick was getting milked, his eyes were tightly shut as he just huffed and grunted.

“That’s it pup, ooomf… man, you’re really working me you know?” He hugged his arms around Pascal’s chest and just stood there, his balls tensing and pulsing as his length kept pumping. The dog’s anal orgasm rippled around his rigid length and coaxed every little drop the bear could possibly give… atleast for one orgasm.

Pascal’s knotted cock was achingly hard and still twitching, but he was shooting blanks now. He whimpered happily as his tummy filled up with more of that bear’s potent cum, he knew he was just getting knocked up even more. It wouldn’t be long before it miraculously swelled again with new plushy bears forming in him. He looked down at it, admiring just how swollen he’d become. His fur was growing taut, his entire middle was round wonderfully full. His head was still swimming with arousal, his post-orgasm daze barely wearing off, but he was able to get out just one happy submissive little “awoo…”

Bash chuckled as he kept him in a bear hug. “Aw, what a cute little noise. Puppy brained huh? But my my~ what a big round tummy. I think it’s time for a little break and lots of rubs, what do you say?”

Pascal huffed, panting, and once again let out a happy “Awooo…” of approval.