... pulls away, leaving you confused and, in your heart, a little disappointed. Now a little less than a foot away from you, the bear turns herself to face the cabin before dropping down onto all fours, the wood of the patio creaking loudly beneath her weight. Still looking at you a devious twinkle in her eyes, she motions at the door with her head a few times, and then, finally pulling her gaze from you, begins a leisurely stroll towards it.
You can only sit there and watch her go, utterly entranced by the movements of her body. Both her belly and rump swing from side-to-side in such exaggerated manners with her every step that it could only be on purpose. Only be her teasing you. Tempting you. And for the briefest of moments, you imagine yourself in that swaying gut, curled up in tight, wet, and warm embrace from which you'd never leave, before, again so briefly, you imagine that swaying rump at a bigger size, the aftermath of your gurgling embrace, her trophy of conquest over you.
It's when the swaying stops that you drift back to reality. The bear is front of the cabin door now. You reckon, with her size, she could easily bulldoze it down if she wished to. But it's clear she doesn't wish to. Instead, she glances back at you over her shoulder. That look in her eyes...
... your body seems to recognize it before your mind does. Or perhaps it simply accepts what your mind wants so hard to deny. As if on autopilot, you stand up and march hastily towards the bear and the door. You seize the handle, turn it, and push the door open as quickly as you can before standing back, allowing the bear to enter first. She struts into the cabin, and you follow, shutting the door firmly behind you, sealing the two of you inside the privacy of the interior.
It's just you and her. You and a massive, powerful, lip-licking bear in an enclosed space. Yet you don't feel as scared as you think you should be.
Standing at the door with the handle still in your grasp, unsure what to do, you watch your "guest" continue strutting as she heads straight towards a certain room in the cabin. The sight of swaying belly and swinging butt once again wash away that uncertainty, and, letting go of the handle, you slowly follow after her as she makes her way towards...
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