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Papa Smurf's ursine form stretches out, his massive belly heaving with each breath. He's alone, lost in his fantasy, his hand working his pipe with increasing urgency. The room is filled with the sound of his grunts and the smack of his flesh. He's a bear in his den, indulging in his most private pleasures, his body a symphony of movement as he chases his release, his belly shaking with each thrust, his pipe disappearing into his eager, hairy fist.