It had been four months since my accident and thanks to Doc Black, my
new Huswerebear, I was both alive AND new and improved! Dr. Arthur
Black and his close friends are one of the true secret wonders of the
world; they are Werebears. That's right, like Werewoves, but they
change into Bears. I'd fallen into a ravine and almost died from blood
loss and a big old lumbering Bear came to my rescue. Now, months later,
I too was a Werebear; changing me was the only way Art could save my
I'd been up near the north end of the San Joaquin Valley, living out of
my car and looking for honest work and I was scouting out the land where
I was camping for the night when I fell. Art rescued me, shared the
gift of Ursanthropy with me, patched me up, took me into his home, and
we fell in love. He lived in seclusion on 200 acres in a beautiful old
blue and white three story Victorian farm house with many rooms and a
The day of my first changing did not start out well. It was heralded by
a nasty headache as I woke up. Art said the first change began like
that, probably because things were growing and the structure of the bone
was changing. I'd been experiencing growing pains over the last few
months, general aches and pains here and there. Hard physical work or
weightlifting seemed to help. I could have ignored the sign as just a
really bad headache if it weren't five days or so after the four-month
deadline since I'd fallen into the ravine. My skin felt itchy all over
and a bit tight. "Yep, that's a sure sign of the change coming on."
Art growled around a cigar as he gently scratched my entire body.
Bears, human or Werebear, seem to take particular pleasure in that. It
felt so good to get an all over body scratch, lying there on my stomach
and breathing in the incredible Ursine aromas. I lay face down in what
used to be "Art's" big king sized bed. It was now, as Art constantly
reminded me, "Our" bed in "Our" room and it smelled wonderfully of about
a year's worth of "His" Bear musk and pipe-cigar smoke and four month's
worth of "Our" combined sexual scents. Art is such a sweet cuddly
Art looks more like a logger than a doctor: He's 6'7", with a grey/brown
beard and hair; he has broad shoulders, barreled chest, muscle
everywhere, huge biceps, a thick neck and fur all over. His fur is so
thick it almost hides his skin. He's got a small a beer gut, but he
still looks like he breaks horses, bales hay, digs ditches or loads
ships for a living. He's handsome as Hell too!
"I want to be fucking you as you change." My big Papa was growling in
my ear softly in a way he knew turned me on with his moist, hot, smoke-
scented breath tickling my ear. "It's kind of a long standing tradition
with us." He continued and nibbled on my ear. "The Bear that changed
you gets to be the first to see you change and fuck you in your new
shape. I'm not exactly taking your virginity, but in a way I am since
it's the first time I'll be fucking Max the Werebear. Of course, the
new Werebear gets to be the first to fuck his Papa with his new sized
equipment." Art winked and puffed as he got up from the bed. "I'm
going down stairs to get some goodies and the microwave. I want enough
food up here so I won't miss anything. This is going to take all day."
Though out the day I felt my muscles growing and I was growing taller.
I was eating like I had a hole in my stomach. Art did have to make a
couple of extra trips for food in the pantry, even he'd brought up
laundry baskets full of stuff.
"Thank God for quick and easy food." Art said. "In the old days, we
had to gather this up for a new Bear and have it waiting a couple of
days in advance. Back then it was mostly preserved meats and home
canned vegetables. Now all I have to do is bring up some half thawed
raw meat and frozen veggies and you're set!" "I never really had a
taste for raw meat before," I said, "but I've been craving it lately."
"You're becoming a Werebear, your instincts are not completely human
anymore. Naturally, you're going to like the taste of certain things
humans usually don't go for. Beetle grubs, for instance and slightly
aged meat, not rotten mind you. You're lucky because you don't have to
worry about disease from uncooked meat or what humans would consider
spoiled food." I made a face. "You'll see!" He chuckled. "I'll fry
up some nice battered grubs or grasshoppers or bumble bees and have a
dipping sauce with them and you'll come sniffing and snuffling around
the kitchen for some. I'll tell you what hey are and you'll make that
same face, pop one in your mouth and devour the rest of the plateful."
He chuckled around his cigar as I wrinkled up my nose and stuck out my
tongue. "After all, shrimp are insects that went back to the sea just
like lobster and crab is just big water spider, especially King Crab,
they're directly related to spiders." "You haven't been feeding me bugs
have you?" I asked. He grinned. "No. No more than you usually get in
the ketchup and apple sauce or other food that's commercially produced."
I made another face. He smiled again and blew smoke out of his nose.
"It's 100% pure, harmless, well cooked bug protein and you'd never have
know it was in there if I hadn't just told you." The thing was, I WAS
getting hungry and repulsed at the same time thinking about fat, juicy
grubs. The image of me as an Ursine Renfield crossed my mind and I
shook my head to banish it. Apparently, my mode of thought and
appitites were changing too.
I decided to change the subject. "I want to fuck so badly." I said.
"I know," he said, "but I want to wait until the change speeds up. That
will happen later tonight. You'll change suddenly. You'll start
feeling hot, like you're burning up. You'll get a huge boner and start
pumping out what's left of your human sperm and I want to have my mouth
on your cock when that happens. You'll feel like you're never going to
stop. As soon as you're finished pumping, Bear fur will start growing
all over you and that's when I'm going to push you face down on the bed,
ram my cock up your ass and sink my canines into your changing
shoulder." Just hearing the description of what was going to happen in
a mere ten hours or so made me shoot with out even touching my cock. It
landed in my thickening chest fur; my human fur was growing in, covering
my body. "I'll get that for you, son." Art said and started licking my
cum out of my newly sprouting fur. Not every Werebear grows the same
density of human fur and though no Werebear could be described as
lightly furred, some of us don't look too different as far as fur goes
from one form to the other. I was growing fur on my back and Art
brought over a couple of mirrors to show me after he'd cleaned me up.
It was like watching the transformation scene, the one that had turned
me on as a teen, in ‘American Werewolf In London' only this was slower.
"Have you ever considered filming this process?" I asked. "Yes, it has
been considered and rejected. We don't want hard proof of anything.
Special effects artists would know the difference between real and
fake." He said. I watched as my torso and shoulders became darker with
the accumulation of fur. I noticed the hair color was changing from a
blond brown to black and so was my beard. The hair on my head was
becoming a nut brown. "Looks like you've got some recessive genes. The
metamorphosis is bringing out new colors in your fur." He said
appreciatively. "Looks like your eye color is changing too." I looked
in the mirror and my blue eyes were changing, fading to grey. They
finally settled into a nice grey green. I was going to have to get used
to my new coloration in human form too. He said after I changed, he'd
trim all of my body fur and give me a hair cut to get rid of the bleach
blond effect my color change had created.
Somewhere around 10 PM, as Art was massaging me, and familiarizing
himself with my new body, I started to feel warm. I began sweating and
I was becoming painfully stiff. "I'm getting hot… physically and
sexually." I said. "That the first sign, son. I'm gonna shift and
attach my muzzle to your growing manhood. That way I can start taking
care of the copious amounts of cum your gonna be making." Art began
shifting. I'd seen him shift every day, at least once, for the last few
months and I still marveled at the beautiful change. As soon as he'd
grown a muzzle he dove on my cock. I was watching my cock grow longer
than it had ever been before and it was becoming nice and fat too. My
Papa Teddy Bear was rolling my transforming dick around in his mouth
like one of those huge imported cigars he liked to smoke every once in a
while. Then, the deluge began; I started shooting. I began fucking
Art's incredible muzzle. He growled lowly sending ifrasonic vibrations
through my cock straight to my prostate. For the next hour or so, I
must have shot five to six loads each time I came and I must have came
every five minutes. I spent an hour in orgasm, riding a roller coaster
between the intense highs of spinal meltdown and the dips of all-over
body tingle and intense warm feeling of pleasure in my torso. I felt
like I was glowing from within. All through it Art sucked and nibbled
on my cock taking my balls into his muzzle occasionally. I trembled
violently all over with pleasure, growled and grunted as I emptied
myself into my Papa. My voice was deepening as my larynx grew. The
next day I found I'd gone from a low tenor voice to a low baritone.
Thirty minutes or so into my hour long series of orgasms, Papa came off
of me, stuffed his huge cock down my throat and we 69ed the rest of the
hour. He shot several loads down my throat and I pulled off to his fat
bulbous head so I could fill my mouth with my big Teddy's seed. We
continued this until I finally stopped cuming. Art shot a final load in
my mouth and we separated. We kissed, mingling our seed together in our
I was exhausted and my mind was numbed by pleasure, but there was no
time to rest. My big old Papa Teddy deep kissed me, our tongues
wrestling in our mouths and as we were busy with that I started growing
new fur: BEAR FUR! The sensation was incredible. At first it felt like
the entire surface of my skin was tingling the way it does when a limb
goes to sleep, the ‘all pins and needles sensation.' Then, extreme
pleasure as the soft fur and coarser guard hairs grew out. I began to
smell like a Bear as the scent glands matured and produced Bear musk
that was carried to the air by the growing fur. I was finally going to
start smelling like my Papa.
"You're going furry on me, son. It's time for me to go to work on your
hungry ass hole. Flip over and spread those cute cheeks for your Papa!"
He growled and drooled with lust. I growled back for the first time as
my voice was transformed into a Bear's by my changing vocal cords and
growing muzzle. "God, yes. Push that monster into me now!" I roared
out the last as he pushed me over and began forcing his huge pole into
me. He began fucking me much harder than he had ever fucked me before.
It hurt a lot and I was grunting loudly. I began to ask why and he read
my thought. "Now I can fuck you like a grown Bear. I can let loose and
show you how we Bears really fuck. I can finally be as rough as I've
wanted to be with you. We don't have to be gentle anymore, unless you
or I want to." He growled and I barely understood what he said. He was
going full Bear and he was losing control over his speech. I felt his
penis growing even larger, to its full Ursine size, something I'd never
felt before and had only seen once. I was in a state of ecstasy, as his
veritable log of a cock grew hotter inside of me and spread my cheeks
apart. "Gonna fuck you hard. Gonna push it in deep." I almost didn't
understand that last at all, at least not by what he said. After that
he was a Beast. He'd gone completely Bear. My burly Papa Bear was
mating with me. He bit down hard into my transforming shoulder, sinking
his teeth into me to get an anchor hold for the deepest, hardest thrusts
possible. He was savage and consumed by lust and I loved the way he'd
transformed into a hungry fuckbeast. His rod and hips pumped into me
with a fevered rhythm, banging me hard as he growled in pleasure. My
growing prostate jerked spasmodically and sent waves of tingling delight
through out my ever expanding Bear form. My cock drooled out cups of
pre-cum. Were I still human, he'd be breaking bones, tearing muscle,
and damaging vital organs, But I was no longer human. I could see why
Papa HAD to wait so patiently for this night to show me the truly erotic
beast within him.
In the midst of all of this, my hands and feet were changing into paws,
I felt claws growing, pushing out the thin and useless nails humans had.
I had the urge to claw a tree trunk. I was fascinated as I watched my
hands grow huge and claws grow out. I watched the tender palm change
into a rough pad and saw the pads develop on the tips of my fingers.
One of my most human features was being changed into a distinctively
Bear feature. Ever after the change, my finger and toenails were
slightly darker in color and decidedly, much thicker. I spat out my old
set of teeth, fillings and all, as a new set of Bear teeth and fangs
grew in. I would grow another set of human teeth upon changing back,
but even they would look different from my original set. I would have
longer, more pointed incisors on both top and bottom rows. Papa had
told me to expect that so I wouldn't swallow them. I could plan on a
completely new set of teeth every ten years. I felt my balls and cock
expanding and the pleasure of that sensation was mind blowing. My nose
was growing wet, my ears shifting higher on my head and my neck was
lengthening. The last thing I noticed was a completely new appendage
growing from the rear of my body. I'd began growing a fat, stubby tail
and every time art brushed up against it with his belly I got a thrill.
The tail, I discovered, is extremely erogenous; ever notice how cats and
dogs react to you playing with the base of their tail? Well, trust me,
it turns Bears on too. I really was surprised that I hadn't cum yet,
then gradually, I began to feel an orgasm building deep within me. My
ass muscles started massaging my Papa's mighty tool and I started
thrusting back at his cock with the desperation of one in extreme need.
Papa roared again, I felt his rhythm breaking and he began shuddering,
he wasn't to far from shooting his load. He released his clamp hold on
my shoulder, roared and began pumping torrents of white hot cum into me
from the depths of his body. His claws raked my chest and it felt so
He flipped me over and I was looking into a face I no longer recognized.
He was possessed by the need to fuck and that's all that showed in his
eyes. I wrapped my new legs around his waste and pulled him closer. He
resisted and pulled off of me. In the blink of an eye he was out and
shot three hot loads of thick, pure white, Bear seed into my opened
muzzle and on my fur matted chest. I was beginning to change further,
now I was losing the ability to think as Clearly and my body went on
autopilot. I was becoming a full Bear just like Papa. Then my Papa
wrestled me on top of him and I knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted
to be the first to be fucked by my new Bear sized dick. I wanted to
push my dick as far as I could inside of him. I wanted to see him
sucking my dick with the head poking OUT of his mouth. It was an
outrageous fantasy, but it fueled my fevered passions. I thrust my cock
into him and bent down to lock our muzzles together. Each of us was
probing the other's throats with our long ursine tongues. He growled
and so did I. The sound of beasts happily enslaved to their passions.
I knew now what my Papa had been wanting to give me for months now. Now
I wanted to fuck him as roughly as possible. I bit down into HIS
shoulder, knowing how it would set him on fire. He roared and began
pushing his ass into my crotch. I got the hint; I started fucking him
hard and fast. I grunted and growled; breathing so fast I almost
hyperventilated. My balls, swollen to their new majestic size, needed
release. I fucked Papa with progressive savagery; faster and harder and
he loved it. His talented ass muscles massaged my cock and milked it so
well that it felt almost as if it was being sucked on. This was too
much and my impatient, hormone charged, male glands burst forth. I
roared, as Papa had earlier, and I shot load after load into Papa's
starving ass. I fed it all I could give it.
Trembling, and suddenly weak, I collapsed on my WereTeddy. He shot
another load into our fur, grunting softly as the flame that had
consumed both of us slowly died down into warm ashes. Soon we were both
snoring and I slept on top of Papa with my dick firmly planted inside of
I awoke the following evening with Papa's tongue in my mouth. He said
it was open so he took that as an invitation. I was still inside of him
and I was semi-hard again. We had both changed in our sleep back to our
human forms. His big soft beard felt so good against my chest; it had
grown considerably and so had mine. Going full Bear increased the
growth rate even further, temporarily. I was incredibly furry all over.
I hadn't quite grown a human pelt, but it was admirably thick and
luxurious. "Well, son." he said, with a grin and a twinkle in his eye.
"Pull forth thy mighty sword from out of my rock hard ass and examine it
in all of its Ursine glory!" He began laughing softly and the
contractions his ass muscles made had me rock hard. I pulled it out of
him and my God! I was huge! "It's gigantic! It's beautiful!" That
was all I could manage to say and Papa was chuckling again. "I said
almost those exact same words when I saw my new cock. I love the look
on the face of the Bearman that first sees the realization of all of his
most fervent fantasies. To see the awe and wonder on his face, then the
bright beaming sun of his smile as he touches his Grizzly sized pole for
the first time." I yawned and stretched with one hand gripping my
telephone pole of a dick the whole time, half way believing this was a
dream and it would shrink if I let go. He rolled me in his arms and,
still being exhausted and sore from my first change, I began to fall
asleep with him gently kissing me; my hand still wrapped around my new
Grizzly dick. "You won't cum nearly as much as you did last night
again, unless you're waking up from a LONG hibernation." Papa whispered
as I nodded off. "Sleep well, my love, you have a long new life ahead
of you when you wake." He kissed my forehead as I sunk down into the
depths of sleep in the warm comforting embrace of my Papa's arms and
All in all the bonuses of being 'inhuman' as Art calls us were quite
nice. I'd grown from 5'8" to 6'4": eight inches taller in a third of a
year. I'd beefed out incredibly and I'm still growing muscle. Art says
I'll be at my final size in about five years. He expects another two to
three inches in height, about 150 lbs. of muscle growth and thirty or so
pounds in fat. My looks changed a bit too. My face became broader, but
Art says the shape of the face always changes to something larger than
what it was so as to accommodate the transformation. There's thick
black fur all over my body; so, now I am as furry as Art is. But the
very best was what had happened to my genitals. My man sized cock grew
from seven inches long and two inches in diameter to ten and a half
inches of fat vein covered Bearcock, Art says I may gain a bit more in
girth and length there too! When I change into full Bear shape I'm a
foot long and as thick as a beer can. Papa is just as big and I love to
fall asleep with him inside of me at his full size. There's just
something comforting about being in human form and nestled down in the
underside of a Grizzly. I feel secure with his monstrous Bear dick
throbbing away deep within me as I go to sleep to the sound of his
snoring. My balls also grew. They're the size of small hen's eggs, and
like the PapaBear who changed me, I've grown an enormous prostate. I
can pump out as much cum as he can now and that makes us both happy.
One final blessing/curse: my sense of smell has become incredibly acute
and so has my sense of taste. A blessing when you need to locate
something at a distance by smell or if you really want to savor a well
made meal or wallow in the complex scents of a blanket your Bear love
hasn't washed in three years. It's also a blessing to be able to taste
something in minute quantities or really enjoy a good cigar or the taste
of three weeks of unwashed crotch! It's curse every time the garbage
truck goes by or you really hate Brussels sprouts! Yuck!
Art has a friend, Ron, who owns a general contracting company. He
arranged work for me through Ron. Ron didn't even need to interview me,
I'd become a Werebear and that was good enough for him. Werebears are
close knit and it was like hiring a family member for him, he said.
Ron is a big guy, in fact so is every Werebear I've met. Art says you
HAVE to be bigger to change into a big animal. Ron has curly jet-black
hair, a killer smile, hazel eyes and thick curly black hair and beard.
Ron is one of those Bears that have a human pelt as well as a Werebear
pelt. The fur on him is so thick, you almost can't see his skin.
The other thing about Werebears: we're all bearded. If we weren't,
people would catch on really fast that our beards grow unusually fast
and start poking their noses into our business. A beard you can trim
every three days or so and it looks pretty much the same as it did at
it's half inch or so longer length.
Ron looks like I'd always pictured Hercules to look like, except he's
much woofier naked than any Hercules I've seen in the movies OR in
marble. Imagine Steve Reeves as a furrier, heavier, more muscular Bear
with an enormous bulge in his loin cloth. He has a nice beer belly and
he's always chewing on a cigar. I met him for the first time when he
came over to Art's place a couple of weeks after my first change. It
was the Saturday before I was to start work. We had lunch and sat and
talked over cigars and beers after stuffing ourselves on a wonderful sea
food brunch and yes, Art did deep fry some grubs and yes, I did like
them after I'd finished wrinkling up my nose at them. Ron sealed my
employment contract with my signature, a handshake and a nice deep kiss.
We were all pretty horny and me in particular.
Since I'd changed I had an incredible need to fuck and be fucked. Art
said, "You'll probably settle down to JUST 'oversexed' as opposed to
'fuck anything with a hole' in a year or two, but you never know; Ron's
Satyr twins might have a little brother!" He and I both laughed and Ron
was eager to go down to the basement with us. Art has a fully equipped
dungeon/weight room he calls his "Den of Delights".
We went down stairs. The room had the smell of a locker room, only it
was Bear musk that gave it it's wonderful aroma and we Bears were the
source of that scent. We all stripped and I got to see Ron naked for
the first time. He had thick curly black fur all over his body. It
clumped together into ringlets here and there on his chest, arms,
shoulders, back, butt and legs. His sweat made his fur form into these
beautiful little curls. I wanted to lick those sweaty little circlets
and the ones in his armpits too. Ron eagerly got into the leather
harnesses and Art hoisted him up with the stout pulleys attached to the
equally stout hooks embedded in the thick wooden beams above. Art's set
up could probably hold a ton of weight if the leather straps wouldn't
give way first. Ron LOVED being suspended and having Art's big dick
forced up his asshole without any lubricant. He grunted and growled and
changed into hybrid Bear form.
I had wondered why the straps were a little loose. Art had always had
me put the harnesses and handcuffs on him AFTER he had changed. I
learned that Ron liked to grow into them especially if they were just a
little too tight when he was in hybrid form. After he changed, Art told
me to get the red leather muzzle off of the rack, it was specially
designed for Ron and had his name hand tooled into it. Ron resisted as
I tried to put it on him. Art roared curses at him for being a
disobedient Bear as he changed into a Bear himself. Ron, still
unmuzzled, was in ecstasy. He was the Bad Bear that needed to be
whipped into accepting the muzzle. Ron's enormous Bear dick was
throbbing and oozing out plenty of pre-cum, he was growling and roaring
as Art beat him with a flail, twisted Rons balls and fucked him even
harder. Finally Art had whipped his chest enough so that Ron was
satisfied and ready for the muzzle. "Muzzle the beast," Art ordered,
growling around his cigar and puffing out little clouds of smoke.
"...and get me a leather thong after you're finished." I muzzled Ron as
Art slow fucked him. I felt like 'Igor' in Doctor Frankenstein's
sexology lab. I got the thong and art wrapped it several times around
the top Ron's ball sack at the base of his dick. Ron growled in
pleasure, his claws curled and flexed like a cat that's being petted.
"Bring me another cigar, son and light it for me. You and I are gonna
fuck this bad stud Bear at both ends and don't be gentle." Ron growled
through the muzzle when he heard that and Art pumped the horny Bear's
cock with his hands. I brought Art the cigar, bit off the end and spat
it out, lit it up for him and put it in his mouth. "Go on and fuck that
horny old Bear's face, son. While you're at it, suck him off, he's
about ready to shoot, has been all morning." I put my cock into the
front of the muzzle and found that it was slack just enough to allow Ron
to suck my dick. He worked my dick over in his mouth and I returned the
favor by swallowing his rod whole in one gulp. Art played with Ron's
balls and gently scratched the erogenous zones behind my ears with his
claws. I began changing then and the scratching became more vigorous as
my new form could take the increased roughness. I felt Ron's muzzle
grow cramped by the increase in my size. Ron must have REALLY liked the
feeling of being tightly bound because he roared in pleasure. This, of
course, felt wonderful with my cock firmly planted in his talented
muzzle. "That's what I like to see," Art growled. "Two gorgeous
Werebears fucking like wild beasts." Art began humping Ron faster and
faster. Art's cigar glowed off and on and finally he pulled it out of
his mouth and shoved the red hot end to the interior of Ron's right
thigh. There was the smell of burning fur and Ron roared with my dick
in his mouth. All three of us reached critical mass at once, trembling
with pleasure and exploded inside of each other as if we were one
organism in the throes of orgasm.
We separated and Ron began to change back. No longer half-man, half-
Bear he easily slipped out of the bonds and slipped to the gym mat on
the floor beneath. The burn on his inner thigh was already beginning to
disappear. We were all sweating as we changed back and I began
licking the sweaty ringlets around Ron's nipples and in his pheromone
drenched pits, occasionally biting his nipple. He still hadn't
recovered from cuming; every time I bit a nipple, he growled and his
cock would jerk. His eyes were glazed and his smile was pure bliss. I
was spread over Ron's prone body pushing my cock into his freshly lubed
hole when I felt Art open my cheeks and stuff his cum slicked cock up my
ass. "I've got more in me, son, and your ass is damn convenient." He
grunted. Art drove hard and Ron was getting stiff again. We went on
like that for a good twenty minutes more. Art would burn Ron here and
there and Ron would growl. Art had me lick the fresh burn and Ron would
heal even faster. With no trace of a wound later except Ron had little
patches on his body where the skin had healed, but the fur hadn't yet
grown back. Art was pumping me hard and Ron and I were tongue fucking
each other's mouths when Art came, bucking violently and set us off
again. It was a chain reaction; Art came in me which triggered my
orgasm which in turn caused Ron to shoot his load all over his furry
chest. Art pulled me off of Ron and Papa and I both tongue bathed him,
milking his rod for the very last drops of Bear Honey. Ron snatched the
cigar quickly from Art and took a few drags, it was his now, signifying
that burn-play time was over. "That felt so damn good! You're hired,
kid." He chuckled. "Hey, if you wanna get ahead you gotta give the
boss head, right?" We all laughed at that. "Of course everyone on my
Specialty Crew sleeps with each other AND me, were a real close bunch of
Bears, so don't feel like sex was the reason I'm hiring you. I just
like to kid around." He smiled warmly and gently pinched my cheek.
"Hey, now hold on there!" Art began with mock indignation. "I can
vouch for how hard my Cub works." Art said. "He damn near put me to
shame with all the chores he got done around here the first week out of
his cast. He was repairing things I was gonna get around to ten years
ago! He's been working his cute little Bear butt to the bone; pitching
hay, mending fences, digging post holes, fixing loose boards in the
barn, washing windows, filling in potholes and all sorts of things I was
meaning to get to." He smiled wide and winked at me. "I, of course,
was completely lazy and just let him. He refused to let me pitch in and
get the job done any faster. So, I just sat down with a lawn chair,
umbrella, a novel and case of good beer and watched my bare chested-fur
covered-growin' new muscles-Cub work while dozed in the heat. Every
time he was ready for a break or lunch, I'd bring him into the barn,
give him a cold one and something to eat, lick the excess sweat off of
his furry body and fuck him silly!" They both laughed at that. "I
couldn't help it," I said, "I wanted to do something after being
inactive for so long and..." "...and you wanted to show your Papa just
how big and strong you were getting and how much you love him. I know."
Art said with a huge grin. I blushed furiously and they both laughed
"Well," Ron said, puffing on the cigar. "It's been a real nice
afternoon and I'd love to stay for more food and fun, but I've got to be
getting' back home. Jeff and I are goin' out to dinner after he gets
back from the computer supply warehouse. He's upgradin' yet again!
I'll never understand it; he's always got to have the latest gadget or
fastest processor or the most 'gee whiz' somethin' or other. His
computer is just over two years old and he wants to buy a new one!" Ron
said, shaking his head and smiling. You could tell how much he loved
Jeff by the joy in his eyes when he spoke of him.
We all showered, playing in the soap suds as we grabbed and tugged on
each others ‘toys'. Afterward, we toweled each other off and horsed
around snapping each other with the towels like Junior High kids and
kissed alot. We finally got around to getting dressed. Ron said his
good byes and reminded me to be at work at seven thirty Monday morning.
Two weeks before I was to start work, Ron had come by and had brought a
member of his Bear Crew along. He was an excellent mechanic and a
really good looking Werebear. His name was Mark and he and I hit it off
immediately. He looked to be about my age, thirty-five or so, but with
Werebears, that was deceptive. He was fairly trim, for a Werebear, with
bright golden hair and a slightly red gold beard. His torso and arm fur
was the same bright gold as his hair and glowed in the sun. In fact, it
wasn't until he stepped into the sun and it lit up all of his fur that
you realized that he was just as furry as almost ANY Bearman. As it
turned out he was the youngest guy on the crew at sixty and was indeed
the last 'Cub' to have been hired. I was going to have to get used to
the idea of living for centuries rather than decades.
Mark had been working on cars and trucks since the mid 30's and had kept
up on all the changes in automobiles. That's what he does; read car
manuals and restore classic cars. They're classic cars NOW, they were
the NEW models of his youth or what would have been his youth if he were
still human. As Werebear's measure life he was still just a kid. Cars
were definitely how Mark had fun, well, that among other things. He'd
worked out mnemonic devices for remembering the ways in which the
different parts of a car went together and worked with each other. He
tried teaching me some of them and, of course, I knew them backward and
forward in no time at all... right! He and I worked on my car and he
gave me quite a few tips for keeping it running well.
"When you start work, I'll show you the ropes. It's kind of a
tradition, the last Cub trains the new Cub. The other guys help too,
but I'll show you everything you need to know. I'll teach you about
everything from framing houses and roofing to driving trucks and pouring
cement. We do all kinds of work, hanging sheet rock, plastering,
painting, landscaping and plumbing... just about anything to do with
building or fixing houses. We even do demolition, not with explosives,
of course. We get in there with bulldozers and sledgehammers. The
Twins LOVE to use sledgehammers and we all love to see them to it. They
get so much fun out of smashing stuff up. Almost anything gets them
hard but Frank and Gus get really worked up when they're smashing down
an old building.
They like to work in hybrid form when they're doing that, so of course
they're naked. I've seen Gus, pounding away at a wall: big old cigar in
his teeth and a huge hard-on bobbing every which way. He stopped for a
moment and without even touching himself, shot a couple of loads all
over the floor. Frank of course couldn't take it after that. He
stopped and wrestled Gus to the floor and fucked him right there. It
made me pretty horny too, watching the twins fuck and before you knew it
I was shoving my meat up Franks ass; we were all fucking. Henry, he's
the foreman, came in while we were fucking and just started busting up.
He said he should have known better that to put the two of them on
demolition at the same time. Of course, then Henry joined in. Henry or
'Hog' as he likes to be called, is taller than the rest of us. Hog's a
huge red bushy bearded Scotsman with green eyes. He came over from
Scotland many decades ago and still has a bit of an accent, but usually
only when he's mad or drunk. I love it when he wears his kilt and so do
the rest of the guys. If you've ever been to any of the ‘Highland
Games' events, you'll know what I mean. Lot's of big furry bearded
Keltic men. Well, Hog is one of the biggest. He's 7'2". Most of us
are about 6 and a half, some a little more some a little less."
"Hog is a giant even among us. At Den Gatherings, that's a gathering of
all of us Bears for a holiday, he sometimes picks up George. George is
the smallest of us. George lifts up his kilt as Hog's lifting George up
and then Hog lowers him down on his cock and grabs George's cute furry
butt. George wraps his legs around Hog's middle and his arms around his
neck and they fuck standing up. Sometimes Ron sticks his cock up Hog's
ass and it's the three of them fucking. It would wipe Hog out if he
weren't a Bearman, but stamina is something we seem to have a lot of.
George is built like a tank at 5'8". He's incredibly stocky and dense
looking. He's so stocky he almost looks like a cube. We call him Dwarf
because he's so compact looking AND he has this long grey-brown beard
that he forks and braids like Gus does. He and the twins ride together
and hang out at the biker bars a lot."
Mark and I talked all during the time we were fixing the car. I learned
all of the Crew's names and a few of their quirks and I'm sure Mark was
going to give them a full report about me. I'm sure everyone was
curious about the new "Baby Bear Brother". I'd get my chance to put
faces to the new names soon. There was 'Hog' of course who ran the
show. Then there were the twins, Gus and Frank and George or 'Dwarf'.
There were Rich and Ken who operated the heavy machinery most of the
time. Todd who was the clown of the group, always playing jokes and
telling them too. Todd instigated the jokes and got the rest of the
guys to join in. Donald or "Grumpy" because, even though he's a nice
guy, he's grouchy and a natural target for Todd. Todd always gets a
smile out of him though, apparently. Phil and Rich who became Crew Cubs
only days apart and were the Cubs until Mark joined years later. That's
eleven in all, counting Hog and I was going to be number twelve, the new
After the car was in good running order, and it purred like I remembered
it doing when it was new, Mark and I went and took a shower together.
We scrubbed each other down and made ourselves rather horny. After a
lot of groping, kissing and foreplay we fucked each other like we were
rutting stags in the shower. He changed into a beautiful golden Bear
and I imagined that this was what California Golden Bears must have
looked like before the ignorant savage monkey-boys of the last couple of
centuries hunted them into extinction. Art and Ron were still down in
the basement making a bunch of noise and beating the shit out of each
other with their toys, so we kicked back and watched the game, chatted
about this and that and had a few beers. I was growing very close to
Mark. There was a gentleness about him and he wasn't afraid to show it.
Ron came up from the basement with welts all over, a big bulge in his
pants and a huge grin around his ever present cigar. "Come on Mark, I
gotta get home and put this swollen cock of mine to use! Jeff's gonna
love how worked up I am. He's been out of town since last week and I've
been abstaining from sex just so our reunion would be that much nicer."
He had a lust filled gleam in his eye and Mark was grinning too. "OK,
we gotta go. I'm not going to be responsible for keeping this horny old
Bear from his bed and his Bear." Mark said.
After they had left I asked Art, "What was that all about?" "He had me
beat the tar out of him." Art said. "I tortured him with cigars,
clamps and paddles. I sucked him off, fuck him up the ass and then ate
my own sperm out of his throbbing hole. He beat me until I came from
pent up pleasure and he never ONCE came himself." Art said, "He's
brought himself to the brink every day, three times a day for the last
week and hasn't cum yet. He's mastered incredible control of his body
and lust. Man! I'd love to be Jeff tonight. He's going to fuck him
unconscious." Art was chuckling and began to fondle my crotch. "Follow
me upstairs, my little Honey Bear." His lust filled grin warmed my
heart. "I'm pretty damn horny myself after all of that and I KNOW you
can help me with that!" He pinched and gently swatted my butt all the
way up the stairs and I giggled like a kid all the way.
I wasn't into pain or humiliation and Art respected that, but I did love
for him to play the Stern, but not too stern, Papa Bear.' I'd seen Art
as the gentle Teddy Bear Papa' and even the Sweet Child-like Bottom'
who needed being held, comforted and protected with me to the
Domineering Self-serving Fucking-Ursine-Bastard" with some of the other
Bears. With Ron, he was somewhere between the two extremes. Kind of
the Circus Animal Trainer' to Ron's misbehaving Bad Bear' Art knew
all the guy's preferences and could change to suit any of them in a
heartbeat and many of them could change to suit others as well.
The alarm clock read 5:00 AM. It was my first day of work and I had
about an hour or so commute. I thought about getting a motorcycle for
the commute, a Harley someday, probably a Honda first. I could save a
lot of time and gas going around or between cars on the freeway. But,
that would have to wait until I got enough money together.
I pulled myself off of Art's dick and he half woke. I loved to go to
sleep in that big Bear's arms with his huge hybrid dick up my ass. I
kissed him, told him I loved him and I'd see him later on tonight and
headed for the bathroom. Art, growled out of his muzzle sleepily, "Love
you too, Max, see you tonight." Then he rolled over and went back to
sleep. God it was hard to leave that Bearman! I wanted to crawl right
back into bed and snuggle down into his furry arms and chest again.
I crawled into the shower and thought about my new job, new friends and
more new friends I was about to make. It really was like being adopted
into a large caring family: A real family that cared about you. I told
Ron that I didn't have any money to give to Mark for what he had done.
My time to give back would come, Ron assured me, so I shouldn't feel
guilty about accepting help.
Families helped each other. Mark and Ron's willingness to help reminded
me that I was now part of their family. For almost all of the
Werebears, their human relatives had died off or become extremely remote
great, great grand nieces/nephews a very long time ago. Even if they
were alive, like mine, after the metamorphosis those who had become
Werebears would have changed so dramatically that their families
wouldn't recognize them on site. If they managed to convince them that
they were their brother or son or whatever, they'd probably ostracize,
demonize, insist on trying to cure or report them. The end result was
always that, once you become a Werebear, you give up your human family.
For me, that was just fine. I like my sister, Cynthia, but she IS ten
years my senior and we were never very close. My brother Russell is
another story. He is only two years older than I am and we were really
close... once. When mom and dad died in the car crash I turned to him
for comfort and I made a small and damning confession. When I told him
I was gay the look on his face tore my heart out. He looked like he
needed to wash slime off of him. He refuses to speak with me ever
again. He even tried to have me excluded from the funeral. I found out
through my sister that he considers me dead and wants no further contact
with me. Apparently, homosexuality is against his God's law. I wonder
which God sat him down and told him that?
It doesn't matter; I told myself, I've got a ton of new brothers who
like me just the way I am. But my heart still felt the cold knife of
rejection that Russell had stabbed me with all those years ago.
Eventually, I tell myself, it won't hurt anymore. Part of me knows
that's going to be a long time from now. I wonder how many of my Bear
Brothers have had similar daggers pierce their hearts.
By 5:45 I was out of the door and on the road. The commute was, as all
are, boring even with the radio on. When traffic brought my car to a
halt. I'd sit and cruise for Bears. There were quite a few in one of
the white four door pick-up trucks that contracting companies use. Each
and every guy in the truck was a flannel clad Bear; two of them were
nicely dark bearded and rather beefy, the other two were moderately well
muscled one had a ginger red goatee and one had a thick bushy blond
mustache that grew down to his chin on either side. My cock was
straining at my fly to be free. But I knew better. They were human,
probably straight and as such, off limits in my book. Werebears and
humans CAN and DO make love, but always with at least two condoms on and
the Werebear never changes from his human form. We can't take the risk
of our secret getting out. For all the human knows, he just had the
best sex he's ever had with the biggest furriest Bear he's ever met,
never knowing how much of a real Bear his partner really was.
Turning the entire male population of the world into Werebears, or
trying to, would be impractical and alert humanity to our presence among
them. Also, not all humans are suited to being Weres. Doc was lucky in
my case as Sam was in his, we were already Weres at heart. Humans also
have a tendency to like to make those species that are threats to them
go extinct and faced with ‘absorption', humans would become very
vicious. The last thing we need is some 'holy war' against Werebeasts;
we're few enough in number as it is. Those accounts you read about from
the middle ages are mostly some poor psychotic wretch that the villagers
caught… But some of the accounts are Were history. Some of the Norse
accounts of men, the Berserks, changing into Bears are real. But that
society didn't see Werebears as a threat to their population. No matter
which phenotype you are, rule one for Werebeasts is, "Don't reveal
yourself, unless you making a new member of your subspecies."
I pulled over to a deserted rest stop because I just had to jerk off.
Thinking about those ancient Nordic hunks and those guys in the truck
had fueled my need. I also didn't have time this morning to make love
with Art like I usually did. Art was right, at the moment I WOULD
fuck anything with a hole.
After relieving myself of a certain amount of pent up tension and taking
a visit to the restroom, I got back on the road and arrived at the work
site around 7:00. This gave me thirty minutes to look around and find
"Hog". From his description, I wasn't going to be able to miss him or
mistake him for anyone else.
I no sooner than pulled up to the site, parked my car, and was locking
it up when two black and silver Harleys pulled into the space next to
me. The guys on them were huge and WOOFY! Silver and Black beards,
muscle, tattoos, leather and denim everywhere, scuffed black square-toed
boots, sunglasses and cigars. They got off and hung their black
helmets, the ones that look like the WWII German army helmets, on their
scoots. Both of them stretched and yawned, looked over at me and grinned
widely. "You gotta be Max." The one with the silver forked beard
removed the cigar from his mouth and growled out in a gruff and slightly
intimidating tone. Then he chuckled softly smiling warmly to let me
know I was in good company. "You're one fine lookin' Cub." The
slightly taller one with the bushy black beard said, puffing on his
cigar. I smiled broadly and approached the silver bearded Bear with my
hand out to shake, I noticed that their bulges had grown since getting
off of their Harleys. "You guys have got to be Gus and Frank." My own
bulge was increasing as I went to clasp hands with Gus. Gus clasped my
forearm. His paw palm touching the underside of the middle of my
forearm. He squeezed my arm gently and I clasped his arm in the same
manner and squeezed. He drew me to his chest, with our right arms
between us and wrapped his other arm around my shoulder, patting me on
the back. I repeated the gesture and we hugged like we'd known each
other forever. "I'm Gus." He said as we parted and grinned an evil
grin. I went to shake Frank's hand and Gus introduced us. "Tall and
ugly there's my mate, Frank." He laughed softly. "You just keep that
up" he said as we clasped arms and hugged in the same manner as before.
"and you'll have to find someone else to get your Teddy Bear for you,
tuck you in and read you a story." Frank said and laughed as we parted.
"Hell, love, if you'd do all of that for me, I wouldn't be so fuckin'
grumpy the next morning." He chuckled. "He is too," Frank said. "like
some mean ol' Bear comin' out of hibernation and hasn't taken a shit in
six months. But, a big little somethin' up his ass after he's finished
pissin' and he's my Teddy Bear again." "Welcome to the family little
brother!" Gus said as he put his big warm callused paw on my shoulder.
"We'er your big mean' brothers..." Gus said. "Mean to everyone that
deserves it, li'l bro', but never our family!" Frank finished. "Come
on," Frank puffed as he gestured, "I'll introduce you to Hog." "Why do
you guys call him Hog'?" "'Cause," Gus explained as he chewed on his
cigar, "he's the biggest Boar Bear of us all and he's a real pig for all
kinda kinky stuff, 'cept shit. He ain't into shit. Big adult male
Bears are called Boars and ever one of us, including you, could be
called a ‘Boar Bear'. In fact, the word Boar comes from Bear. Hog's
big in all ways; especially big hearted." "Yeah, he's a real softy,"
Frank chuckled, "but never his dick."
We walked over to the trailer that was the site office. I went inside
first with Gus and Frank close behind. The man behind the desk was a
monstrously sized Bear and looked in age to be about 45 or so. He
looked like a classic Scotsman: big bushy dark red beard with grey
patches on the chin, flame red hair greying at the temples, fair
complexion, freckles, green eyes and an incredible intensity in those
eyes. He was dressed in a faded black T-shirt that must have been
XXXXXXXXXXL and it was still stretched tightly over his huge biceps and
pecs. He had a beer belly of moderate size and it filled out the T-
shirt nicely. His faded jeans were well worn in all the right places
and just a little tight, especially the crotch. He wore a huge pair of
engineer boots that showed the wear of work and from what I understood
of Hog from Ron; he worked with his Bearmen quite often. The man simply
couldn't stay behind a desk. "Hello, lad!" His deep voice boomed.
"And I suppose you'd be the new Cub on my crew. Max, isn't it?" He
said without a trace of an accent but with the structure and word choice
of a Highlander. I nodded mutely in awe, as he stood. He came around
the desk reached out a gargantuan paw covered in fur that ran from the
first knuckles up to the sleeve and disappeared up it. He took my right
forearm as the Satyr Twins had and hugged the stuffing out of me. It
felt really good, especially his crotch, which was nestled against my
belly. "Well, lad, are you ready for work?" He smiled widely and there
was a gleam in his eyes. "Yes, I'm ready and eager to get started." I
said. The two Bearmen behind me hooted and laughed. "We're pretty damn
eager for you to get started too, li'l bro'." Gus growled out. "Right,
you are." Hog said. "So what you need to do is get into the next room
and shed your clothes. Have you ever been tied up before?" Hog asked
and I saw a slight shiver go through him as he said it. "No," I said,
"but I'm open to new things." The twins were howling and busting up.
"Damn, kid." Frank said. "You're a walking open line. But, that's OK,
I think we're gonna get along just fine." He said as he rubbed his
crotch and repositioned his cock. "Yep," Gus said. "I like you a whole
bunch already and I ain't even had my dick in your mouth yet." He was
beginning to unbuckle his huge custom sterling silver Harley Davidson
Wings logo buckle and unbutton his 501's. These three tasty Werebears
were going to be the first to fuck me this morning and I had no doubt
that they'd be the last this evening with the rest of the crew screwing
me all day long. I'd been looking forward to servicing this many Bears
for the last four months and now I trembled with anticipation. Hog
walked over to the door, took out a set of keys and unlocked the door.
"Welcome to the 'Bear Pit', lad. No Bear has ever entered this room,
knowing what was in here, without a smile on his face." He grinned
widely as he opened the door. "Yeah and no Bear has ever left that room
without a shit eating grin on his face, like the one Hog's got now."
Gus growled out as he pinched my ass. "Get on in there, li'l bro', I'm
horny as Hell, but that ain't nothin' new," Gus chuckled. "But your
cute little Cub ass IS new and that's why my old man here's droolin'
like a Bear for honey!" Frank said and we all laughed.
As I entered the room, lit by a fluorescent ceiling light, I was
enveloped by the incredibly heady male scent that permeated everything.
It was the smell of sweat, musk and sex mixed in with beer, leather and
gym socks. Cigars and a little old piss were mixed in too and added a
spicy tang to the atmosphere. The room was masculine: there's just no
other way of describing it. The carpet was stained and scorched in
places. The windows had been covered with plywood for privacy and
various leather goodies hung from pegs on the plywood. On the wall
opposite of the door was a chalk board. In the middle of the room was a
double sized bed with a filthy sheet that reeked of the previously
mentioned odors. All three of them began to strip in a hurry.
"Let's be about your work then, lads." Hog said. "Max, you need to
know a few things first. You've been told that the lads are going to be
having you all day long for the next six days, is that right?" He said
soberly. "Yes." I said. "I've been looking forward to it." "Well,"
Hog said, "we need to know a few things about your preferences firstly.
Some guys want to be total slaves and others want to play a more active
role. We Bears care greatly about each other and don't want to do
anything to you that you don't want done. With that in mind… what DON'T
you want done to you?" He asked. "Well, I really don't like scat,
humiliation, servitude, drag or torture. I can handle a certain amount
of pain if it's just grabbing, tweaking and biting. In fact, I really
like biting especially the nipples and the head of my cock. I've
experience being tied up and blindfolded and liked that too. I like
tickling, oils and enjoy taking it in both ends at once and might like
piss, but I don't know yet. The rest I'll have to find out about." I
said. "I like your spirit of adventure and appreciate your trust. You
should know that we will never betray that trust. We're your family.
The chalk board over there will list your likes and dislikes for any and
all whom you fuck or fuck you. This week is important because we are
getting to know you and we are finding out, together, your preferences.
How would you like to be tied down?" He said. "Spread eagle on my back
will do for starters." I replied. They all laughed. "Missionary it is
then." Hog chuckled as he fisted his enormous cock.
He began fucking my ass as Gus opened my mouth with a kiss and then
promptly shoved his fat dick down my throat. Frank wrote down my likes
and dislikes and then started to bite me in various places. So it
began, my first week at work. The days seemed to fly by that first week
as each of the Bearmen came in and had sex. Gus and Frank were frequent
visitors as were Ron and Hog. I was taking a crash course in fetishes
and learning not only my likes and dislikes, but theirs too.
Throughout the week the lists on the board grew for likes, dislike,
ambivalent, and undecided. I surprised myself with the things I found I
liked. That first week was an incredible introspective learning time.
Between sessions, I'd lie there thinking about what turned me on and why
I didn't like certain things. I learned a lot about myself and the
others. Hog would help by just talking about the reasons with me and I
began to see how my life had shaped me, sexually and otherwise. I also
realized that the bonds of friendship and love were growing ever
stronger between myself and the other Bearmen. Each night I would
return home to Art and, after dinner and making love, I'd talk about
what I'd learned that day before I fell asleep with his comforting cock
up my ass and his arms around me. The training for the actual work
portion of my job would start soon enough and my crew mates would be
just as happy to teach me about construction as they were about teaching
me about sex. I'd grown to love each and every one of them.
A brand new life had begun for me and I was looking forward to the
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