PapaBear

PAPABEAR PLUSHIES: Nobody knows where these living stuffed animals came from. Some say they were created by a wizard long ago, brought to life with magic and given the single-minded purpose of hunting down and devouring men, to seal them in cavernous stomachs of silky satin and plush and keep them as prisoners. However, it is in the way these 8' tall teddy bears fuel themselves that make them so dangerous to an unsuspecting prey; their bellies in essence giant cum-milking machines designed to extract seed from their quarry and convert it to more plush padding. The teddy's guts a tomb of dripping satin fabric and smothering waves of soft stuffing, constantly roiling churning and kneading its prisoner, satin bulges deftly suckling and grinding over their cock in a slow, relentless cycle. No matter how long the prey try to hold out they all eventually lose control and release their load, PapaBear growing bigger with each muffled spurt from the host trapped deep inside.

To say that PapaBears are relentless boyhunters is an understatement. Their hypersensitive noses able to pick up the scent of bodyodor or semen from a mile away, once they catch the scent of a tasty boy they trundle toward their targets, paws outstretched ready to grab and glurp a man-meal. Loving to chase, hunt, hide, and ambush, jumping out of the dark to envelop a boysnack in an unescapable hug, or waiting around a corner to pounce and smother their prey under their ponderous plush bulk. They'll play with their food, using boys as cushions, paw-polishers, fur-brushers - anything to remind the lad that he's just a tasty plaything for the towering plushie.

Though they are little more than living dolls with glass eyes, their predatory nature shines through in everything they do. They can talk too - oh boy can they talk, using their words to further humiliate they prey to soften them up before their inevitable devouring, or sending a shiver through their spine with a deep growling belly laugh. Taking delight in reminding their prey how once they pass through his slippery satin throat and the puckered belly opening snaps shut, there will be no escape for him. That he's going to be squashed and squeezed, his manmeat pumped and sucked for every last drop of that precious boy ambrosia. Day and night, for days, months, even more. A belly-shaking laugh that leaves the prey wondering whether he's serious or not...PapaBear knows a little worry always makes those pleasured spurts even more powerful.