You try to pull at the seams of your costume, but the paws can't get a good grip. It's embarrassing, but you need Jack to help you.
You eventually manage to lever open the attic door and climb down. Sighing, you waddle down the stairs.
Jack turns around to you and pauses for a moment, before he bursts out laughing.
You try to explain, but your voice is muffled.
"You look cute, mate. I'll get you out of there; but first I kinda want to take a photo. This will be hilarious to tell the guys at the bar."
He starts looking around for a camera, and then snaps a few photos. You just have to grin and bear it.
"Ok, ok, I'll let you out. But first one more photo; on my bed, like an actual teddy bear. Ok?"
You nod, just desperate to get out of this thing. Jack leads you upstairs, into his untidy bedroom, and pushes you onto the bed. You begrudgingly move into a teddy bear pose; arms out, legs splayed, and Jack takes a few more photos.
Then he looks at you. There is something weird in his expression.
"Well, since I can tell you ripped up all my old bears to make that thing, you should do me one more favor. It's getting late anyway; I want to go to sleep with you next to me. If you don't do it I won't let you out."
You are furiously angry at him, but you are sort of in a bind here. It's not like you want to go to a stranger in the street to help you with this mess. And as you sit in the big costume, you find you are feeling really sleepy. You nod.
You lie back on the bed, your tiredness growing greatly. You can barely move, it's like your arms and legs don't even have muscles. You just watch as Jack strips down, removing his huge, heavy boots and throwing them aside, then stripping off his shirt and revealing his muscular, hairy belly.
When he unzips his jeans and throws them off, then peels off his socks and boxers, you feel you ought to protest, but you are quickly finding you don't care anymore.
Jack slides into the bed next to you, and pulls the covers over you both. He wraps one of his huge, hairy arms around your belly, squeezing you tight. In fact, with the amount he's squeezing, you could swear he should be pushing against your actual body, but you don't feel anything but the costume being squashed.
Hours later, you are lying in the dark next to a naked Jack, who is mumbling in his sleep. You find that, though you feel tired, it's more a sort of numbness, and you can't sleep. You don't even want to move.
Then Jack begins to struggle. He wraps both arms around you, and rolls on top of your fluffy belly. His naked, sweaty body on top of you squashes the stuffing down low.
Then, slowly, but getting faster and harder, he starts humping the cloth of the costume. You try to speak, to tell him to stop that, but cannot seem to form words. You struggle, but can only move your tired limbs by tiny amounts.
His hard dick is pushing against the cloth, rubbing along it, and he finds a seam. You feel a terrible, tearing pain, as the seam give way and his dick slides into the costume, humping the soft stuffing. You are shocked to find that you can feel his dick inside you, sliding in and out, bringing you incredible sexual pleasure and pain at once.
This carries on for what seems like hours, until Jack squeezes you tight and stops moving. He comes, spraying his hot, sticky semen into your stuffing, soaking your insides with it, and as he comes again and again, jerking spasmodically, you find that he seems to be growing, his huge chest towering over you and his thick cock pushing you apart, until you are staring at his bellybutton and can feel his dick pushing up against the top of your head.
He holds you there for a few minutes, and you feel your body getting hot, wet and sticky with his cum. He snuffles loudly.
"Huh? Whuh? Ugh, where'd he go?"
He looks around, and stands up, taking you with him. You are lifted up, and you hear him laugh.
"Oops, sorry little guy. Looks like he left me a present to make up for ruining my collection."
You feel his huge, hairy hand grab your head and pull you, sliding you off his dick. As he holds you, you see yourself in the mirror on the wall.
You are a ten-inch high, soft brown teddy bear, with small shiny black eyes and a permanent happy smile. You try to move, to speak, but nothing happens. Jack just takes you under one arm, climbs back into bed, and falls asleep.