The night bear

Chapter 5

He was so comfortable to sleep on that when I woke about 7 am I forgot that I was on Pete’s floor. I reasoned that the night’s events were just a dream and that I was tucked up in my own bed, so I was surprised to find myself in the arms of a softly snoring and naked Pete. Pete The Man.

He was sleeping so heavily that my waking hadn’t stirred him. I observed him closely in the dawn light. He really was hairy. Almost as furry as the bear. His belly a perfect rounded mound with a wonderful deep belly button. He was probably just over 400 lbs now. It was cold, but his excess fat was keeping us both toasty warm.

I rolled away and got his coat from where it hung beside the front door and laid it gently over him to save him any embarrassment. I sat back down next to him and woke him. He looked at me unsurely, not knowing what I thought about what I’d witnessed.

“You’re the bear,” I stated.

“Yes,” he said. “I hope I didn’t frighten you. I wanted to tell you, but how do you tell someone something like that? Especially a girl you like. So I decided to just show you. That’s why I invited you round. You seemed like you’d be able to accept it. You were so kind to the bear, to me, when you fed me that other night…”

“But Pete, how can you be a bear? People don’t just turn into bears!”

He sat up, which threw forward his monumental bulge of belly.

“I don’t understand it myself. It started 3 years ago. From spring to December I become a bear every night. A were-bear!” he chuckled. “He eats and eats and eats, which is why I gain nearly 200 lbs in eight months. I get hairier too. Then in December, he’s gone and the weight disappears eventually.”

“When the bear’s in hibernation,” I deduced.

“Exactly. And I’m back to normal by March. And then it starts all over again in May. Apart from the thought of eating out of the garbage, I don’t really mind. But that’s why I have to keep myself to myself. Not a lot of women are going to want a man who suddenly turns into a ravenous bear. But I don’t want to be alone anymore, Kira. I need someone who can love me and the bear.”

“I love the bear!” I exclaimed like an over excited child.

We looked into each other’s eyes. “And you’re not bad either.”

He kissed me and I reciprocated passionately, melting, snaking my hand beneath his coat and raking my fingers through the thick hair on his stomach.

I figured that me, Pete and the bear would get on fine.