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I, too, crave a fuzzy belly to press against my face. Oh man, super tingles thinking of that furry spare tire gliding over my bellybutton… Actually, I want to have a round chubby belly and be fuzzy too. Fur realz, if I met a man today that'd be into gorging out, getting huge, groping, and growing hair, I’d be in paradise. I hate worrying about getting chub and I hate waxing anyway. Woof! Let’s party!
But his journey was not without some teenage sorrow stories. One of many sad young cub tales happened as a freshman in high school on picture day, when they made the students wear suits ‘cause it was a business magnet school. Jason thought he'd wear his dad's stuff and be extra grown up, but the photographer didn't think it looked good so he made him change into their backup shit. As Jason put it, "made me change shirts in front of an auditorium of laughing kids and boy boob jiggle hurt my soul forever." But now bears suckle his teets! And Jason's chest is " a chubby bear heaven to lucky bear nuzzlers! "
The more Jason divulged to me, the more sexier it seemed to get big, eat, get round, down, and no shavin'!!. Who wants to party with dieters and waxers? I’ll take a long, greasy flowing hair growing out of crotch over a puss-y carbuncley ingrown boil any day! Take me to the breakfast buffet! (More bacon, cram the ham!) All you can eat shrimp? Lover, let the mercury poisoning devour our sin!
Another thing that makes the Bears so punk and awesome is that it is the exact opposite look most men are expected to acquiesce to. Its like the bigger you get the bigger the fuck-off. How punk is that? Where is my perfect fantasy bear lover that will cuddle me all night and pet my brown eye? I am brown bear totem animal dammit! Where is my fat chubby dream fuzzy who will playfully slap at my expanding chunk? My folds will whisper the dirtiest dirty whimpers, they will dribble the hottest hot sauce, my fur will lengthen and playfully sway, beckon seduction, my waddle will justly wiggle out all the cum of lov'n fuzz fun. If bedtime doesn’t look like two plush stuffed smiling Popples rolling in oil, then I’d rather eat Wendy's and work on my expansion belly. I feel like I need to take a stand! For fashion, for fuck, for the love of food, love of love, and punk!