Pooh bear squirmed and huffed, his belly was getting steadily tighter and rounder, his seams becoming easily visible right down the middle. It was all because Tigger had gotten a hold of some extra stuffing and was pushing one hand full after another right into the bear's rump. This pressure building up in his tummy was making his arousal spark, his fat ursine member throbbing and twitching against the taut surface. Tigger nosed it, licked it, and gave it kiss after kiss as he noticed it growing more and more worked up and excited. Pre shot from the tip as it flared, and Pooh felt a single stitch pop on his tummy. The two exchanged words as Tigger's foreplay was working like a charm. The bear's belly was just the right kind of round now, and he knew any second it'd either shoot the first of many loads that night, or he'd spur some dominance in his friend.