Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body
By Papa Werebear and Ursus Major
The drive back from the ranch took two hours. It had taken him a little under an hour to get Charlie settled in his room, so he’d left around 6 am; it was now a quarter past six and Royce was starving. He hadn't eaten since last night at the restaurant, and that seemed like ages ago. He rubbed his slightly rounded belly and gut, still partially full of Charlie’s sperm. The bracelet was doing its work, beginning his changes. Royce felt like he could eat a side of beef right now. He headed to the nearest fast food joint, knowing that there’d be plenty of high fat, carbohydrate- and protein-rich food available.
'Carbs and protein for a growin' bear,' Royce thought.
He pulled into a Big Man Burgers. Their commercial slogans said, ‘Meals to satisfy a Big Man, even if you’re a little guy’, and they showed a burly dad biting into a burger, then cut to his son, doing the same with the ‘Little Guy’ burger. You could order anything on their menu any time of day, so Royce ordered six triple Big Man Burgers with double cheese and double bacon, no veggies or sauce, large bacon fries with each burger, four real ice cream ‘Big Boy’ chocolate shakes, and two sausage and egg “Bigger Breakfast” biscuits, with extra cheese.
He pulled up to the window and the young, short bearded, chubby guy who took his money and handed over the food gawped. The young cub said (because he really wanted to say something to the handsome biker bear with the cigar in the corner of his mouth, poking through the thick salt and pepper mustache), “Didja get stuck doin’ the food run this mornin'? Takin' food back to your buddies?”
“Nope!” Royce answered, drawing on his stogie and puffing out a huge cloud of smoke, “This is all for me.”
The cub stared in amazement, not knowing if the biker was serious or not. “All of it?” he asked.
“Yep!” Royce growled out in a sexy low voice, obviously stroking the front of his jeans as he looked into the young man’s eyes, “I’m a HUNGRY ol’ bear, and I got a huge appetite I gotta satisfy.” Royce let that sink into the cub’s brain for a few seconds, knowing what he was doing to the kid, “Oh, and… I’ll need a fist full of napkins, I plan to get messy.”
The cub, rock hard at this point and slightly stunned by the overt sexual innuendo, was like a deer in the headlights. His eyes were slightly glazed as he imagined what it would be like to have this biker daddy pounding him from behind, growling curses, and talking dirty to him around that fat cigar in his mouth. It was something he’d wanted since he was a twelve year old boy and had seen a group of hairy, tatted up, big bearded bikers ride down Main Street. One particularly beefy, salt and pepper, furry daddy biker had turned and acknowledged him with a nod, smile, and military style salute at his wide eyed wonder at their passing. It’s why he rode a motorcycle himself; he wanted to ride too, even though all he could afford was a Japanese bike… at the moment.
Royce took the cigar out of his mouth and said, “Uh, napkins?”
“Oh… uh… right!” the cub responded, grabbing about three inches of folded napkins and handing them over to Royce who put the cigar back in his mouth and took the napkins.
“You take care of yourself, cub! And have a good wank in the restroom on your next break thinkin’ about big ol’ hungry, hairy daddy bears, OK?” Royce smiled around the cigar. He’d jotted down his address quickly on the back of a napkin and handed it back to the kid. “I’m gonna be busy for a couple of days, but if you wanna drop by I could give you a night you’ll never forget… maybe more. Just come by, Daddy will take good care of you, I promise.”
The cub blushed from head to toe, but said, “Ummm… really?”
“Fuck yeah, really! Wouldn’ta made the offer if I didn’t mean it. You get your furry butt up the hill, I’ll take care of the rest, sexy.” Royce winked at him and smiled. “Bye!” he said as he rolled up his window and drove out back onto the highway.
The cub was absolutely sure he would. Sure he’d hop on his Yamamoto bike and ride up to this hot beast’s house. Sure that offers like this didn’t come but once in a lifetime and he was NOT going to pass this one up. He was off shift in an hour and he’d hurry home and beat off furiously thinking about the hot, hungry biker daddy fucking him stupid on the back of his Harley up in the mountains, at his place.
“Hey! Get your sorry ass in here, boy... order's up!” the cub's boss bellowed from the kitchen. Still dazed, the Cub turned and refocused on his job, adjusting his pants as his cock slowly subsided. It didn’t matter, he’d be home soon and he could forget about this place for a while.
Royce headed toward the cabin he’d purchased which was only about ten miles farther on from where he’d taken Charlie.
It was now 6:35 am by the dashboard clock. The sun was up, thankfully it was behind him, not in his eyes, so Royce could dig into the bags of food with his right hand and hold his cigar between his fingers with his left hand on the steering wheel. He couldn’t exactly eat the burgers as sandwiches while driving, so he’d grab a bun off the top and eat that. He’d work his way through the burger down to the bottom bun, piece by piece. After the first two burgers, with an order of fries between, he was somewhat sated, but still hungry. He’d gone through several of the napkins, wadding them up and tossing them on the floor of the passenger’s seat next to him when they’d become too soiled to be of any further use.
He thought about the kid at the fast food place and rubbed his cock. Taking his tight, possibly virgin, hole would be hot. Him and the kid alone up in the cabin. Daddy Bear needed another Cub… daddy needed family, it was something he felt so deeply. He’d grown up lonely, isolated, and it made him long for the bond of family. Royce had a profound need to procreate, he needed to breed offspring, and that kid would make one fine werebear son, as would his other boys. Royce would be father to them all!
The cabin was a very nice place, and frankly a steal even at the price he’d paid, considering how spacious it was and what had been done to it. The previous owners had renovated only a year ago with a new roof, refurbished the all wood flooring, and installed brand new appliances, all with the intention of selling. They had over-extended themselves on other flipping projects and sold this one for cheap to generate some needed income. The whole place came furnished, newly purchased of course, so it was a ‘ready to move in’ sort of deal and Royce wouldn’t have to take much at all from his house to be comfortable up here with his sons. He had purchased it by cashing out his inheritance which had grown substantially in the years since his folks had passed on.
It had a spacious basement with a large recreation area hooked up for an entertainment system. Royce could easily make it his new dungeon play room and home gym. There was a second master suite, complete with oversized shower, down there and a small bar and galley-style kitchen. It was obviously designed for entertaining and as guest quarters. Upstairs on the first level was a large modern kitchen just off the stairs down to the basement, and a laundry room attached to that just on the other side next to the garage.
Rounding out the first floor was a spacious dining room, a sunken living room that overlooked a valley full of trees through huge picture windows. There was a lake in the distance, the boats on it looking tiny from where the cabin was, which was fine by Royce... he liked the isolation up here, away from the little lakeside town. To the other side of the windows on the outside was a huge covered deck and a large hot tub. At the side of the cabin was a small shed which held the backup generator, which would supply the cabin with power should it be needed. The rest of the first floor was taken up with a medium bedroom, a den, a mud room and foyer, a ¾ bath just off the foyer. Up the stairs were two large bedrooms, a full bath between them, and a master bedroom with an Alaskan king sized bed. This room had its own deck which served as the roof for the deck below. The suite's bathroom included a large whirlpool tub and a huge walk-in shower (big enough to fit him and all four of his boys).
By the somewhat frugal standards he’s grown up with, this was palatial; and he thought it the perfect place for him and his boys to start their new lives as werebears.
By now it was 8:30 and he was almost to his cabin. It had been a little over two hours since he’d left the cub gawking at him with a boner at Big Man Burger. He’d just passed the rundown barn where he’d taken Charlie, ‘so ten more miles to go’, he thought. He stuffed the last of the fourth burger in his mouth as he looked over at the barn. He thought about the old guy living there, how he might have lived out his life completely active had it not been for the horse bucking him off, crippling him, and confining him to a wheelchair. He felt sorry for the guy, who would be moving to a care facility as soon as he’d sold his land. Certainly it was sad, but it was one less thing he nor his boys would have to worry about.
He’d read extensively about werebears, and how they healed at miraculous rates from devastating wounds. He thought about the old man again, ‘How awful it must be to have to get around without the use of your legs and then have to move to a nursing home because you can’t care for yourself anymore. It’s a damned shame’.
A half hour later he pulled into the driveway of the cabin, shut the engine off. He paused for a moment, listening to the wind in the trees, the sound of birds, the smell of the pines. ‘This! This is where bears belong!’ he thought.
He then gathered up what remained of his breakfast and the trash. There were two burgers left, two now melted shakes, one carton of cold fries, and the two breakfast biscuits, and Royce was STILL hungry. He took everything into the house, put the remaining food and the cigar box on the kitchen counter, packed his pipe, and lit it, tamped it down and re-lit. The pumping equipment, tarps, and other things that were in the back of his vehicle could be moved into the garage later; right now, he needed to address his continued hunger. He sat and finished off the rest of the food and when his belly was full, he patted it and grunted contentedly. He took off his shirt, and stroked his firmly rounded belly, enjoying the feel of his palm on the furred skin. 'Soon, I'll be a fucking carpet,' he thought happily. For the moment, he was truly sated.
Knowing this would not last he went to the freezers in the garage and started pulling out hamburger and sausage. There were also the cold cuts, ice cream, starchy side dishes, ready to eat microwave dinners which were convenient sources of energy; and he moved these to the fridge freezer. He left two five pound packages of fatty burger meat and sausage out to make into meatloaf later in the afternoon. He also took a few cases of beer and sodas back into the house to chill in the fridge. There were lots of calories to be had from these drinks too. He also had twenty cases of canned liquid meal replacement drinks, just in case.
He puffed on his pipe as he moved into the living room, taking the cigar box with him, placing it on the coffee table. He stripped the rest of his clothes off, tossing his riding leathers into a recliner along with his other clothes. He looked himself over, and it wasn’t just his imagination! In the time since around midnight when he was with Charlie and now, he’d grown more hair on his body. Looking over at a mirror over the living room fireplace, he raised his hand to his face and ran fingers through his beard. The short beard had grown out substantially, it was now at least an inch and a half of thick salt and pepper beard, his mustache was longer and thicker too, looking very walrus-like. More than that, he felt stronger, even more so than when he’d carried Charlie into the motel room only a couple of hours ago. His densely furred chest and belly hadn’t grown much more fur, but his arms and legs seemed to have increased and he noticed that the stray hairs on his shoulders had been joined by more of their kind. He turned and looked as best he could for back hair and saw at least a little in the mirror. This was new! Like his shoulders, his back had a very light covering of hair, only really noticeable when up close or when he was wet. Royce growled and felt a tingle in his balls as he thought about the increase in fur.
“Gonna be a fuckin’ fully carpeted beast at last!” he said out loud as his cock grew thick and hard, thinking about what he was becoming.
He turned the copper bracelet around on his arm, looking at it. The gems set in them glowed briefly and then dimmed and repeated in a slow pulse. This was something he’d never seen the artifact do before. Certainly it had never done it when he’d worn it before, and it hadn’t been doing that when he’d left town. Royce took it to mean that the magic within it was active and working on his body.
He reached down and felt his balls. His sack was still full of Charlie’s cum, but it was loose enough now that he could actually grasp his balls within it and GOD... they HAD grown! A man knows the size of his own balls, he plays with them often enough; and Royce could feel that his balls had grown to the size of what he’d guess to be large, maybe jumbo chicken eggs. His balls were marinating in Charlie’s sperm, and they were undergoing transmutation, growing; becoming bear balls meant for breeding… breeding cubs, making family… bear family. He briefly jacked his cock, intent on satisfying his lust, when he remembered something and had an idea. Puffing on his pipe, moved to the sofa. He opened up the cigar box and took out The Enhancer. He slipped the bronze cock ring on, down to the base of his rigid member. At first, it was tight but he felt the ring grow to accommodate his size… also something new! He had worn this ring before, while fucking his boys but never experienced it growing to fit him. He’d always felt the ring was just a bit too small for him and wondered how a big werebear could possibly wear it. Now he knew! When worn by werebears, these items activated and that meant that he was already a werebear… well, at least enough werebear for the relics to work. The items ‘came to life’ on a werebear.
He could feel a mild hum or vibration from The Enhancer, which caused his balls to tingle pleasantly. He felt a surge of lust wash over him and his cock was rock hard and veins bulged all over it in seconds. He was harder and more lustful than he’d ever been in his life! He stroked his meat and it was ultra-sensitive. He knew it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge into orgasm. Precum began oozing from the tip of his cock, down over his knuckles. He took the pipe from his mouth and licked the back of his hand clean. A rivulet of the sweet clear sticky cock nectar spilled from the tip of his cock and puddled on the floor in front of him.
Filled with lust and need, Royce pulled the coffee table close to the leather sofa so that the cigar box was within reach, should he want one, and then he lay on the couch and began jacking. He didn’t need lube, the profuse precum he was pumping out did a fine job of making his cock slick. He drew hard on his pipe as he jacked, and thoughts of Charlie and Ron, fucking hairless younger men, filling them with seed while huffing on cigars, filled his head. In his mind, he saw them, shooting their huge loads into their boys, breeding them to be bears. They kept fucking them as their boys grew fur all over their bodies, as beards sprouted on their faces and quickly became dense, and bushy, covering cheeks high and thick and completely obscuring their chins. Their thin frames expanded with muscle and fat, their cocks grew longer and their balls swelled as they absorbed the seed from their werebear sires. One of the young men morphed into the kid at the fast food joint and it was no longer Ron or Charlie behind him, but Royce. The young man became a long bearded, furry bear man, and then his body began shifting into werebear shape.
Royce had only been jacking for a few minutes, but as the young man in his mind matured and changed into a strong, proud, magnificent werebear, with Royce behind, his cock buried deep in his newest cub, Royce felt himself moving faster toward the edge of bliss. His burger cub was changing along with the young man Charlie was fucking. They both pounded their cubs like pistons from behind and abruptly Royce was catapulted into full on, stupefying orgasm. He hauled on his pipe, deeply, exhaling huge clouds of smoke as he shot stream after stream of thick creamy cum all over his full beard, furry chest, and belly... and it just kept coming, minute after minute. Royce was completely lost in pleasure, watching in his mind as the young man under him grew hugely muscular and well padded. Fur engulfing his young, cubbish body as he changed shape from huge, hairy human to burly, barrel shaped, furry, primal BEAR! Nothing mattered for Royce except the next spasm that followed, putting another gush of hot, thick, white, seed on his torso. He rutted, fucking his squeezing fist for five minutes until finally it subsided.
Royce was breathless, panting, and spent. He'd never had an orgasm like this one, not even the first time he had fucked each of his boys and those had been the absolute best fucks he’d had up until now. He’d thought taking them for the first time as their daddy had been the ultimate sexual high. Now he knew there was more.
He took the pipe from his mouth, knocked the ashes into the tray, and placed it in the rack where it belonged. He was exhausted and covered in his own cum, but too tired to get up and clean off.
And then he felt it; the tingle. He felt his balls… they’d grown even more! He was sure of it! His lust and need begin to rise again. He knew it was the enchanted cock ring, gearing him up to breed again. It grew a little tight to capture blood in his cock to make him rock hard again. He gently pulled on it and it grew less tight as it began moving up his shaft from the base. He took it off and set it on the table and almost instantly, he felt lethargy wash over him. He put his hand on his belly and felt the cooling cum in his fur. He yawned, and began rubbing the seed all over his torso, rubbing it into his fur, coating his skin. Bear cum was precious, it was not to be wasted. If it wasn’t consumed, it was rubbed into the skin to be absorbed. He knew it really wouldn’t be absorbed, but it was a fantasy he like to nurture. After he’d finished rubbing it into his beard, he thought, ‘I’ve been up for more than twenty-four hours, no wonder I’m tired,’ and shortly, with only the sound of birds and the wind through the trees outside, Royce was deeply asleep.
Nick had called Ron right after he’d had the nightmare. He told his Papa that Bubba had the exact same nightmare and they’d both been in it together.
By now, Ron had settled into his hotel room and Casey, Quinn and Olaf were playing next door, playing rather loudly, in fact. Ron took a moment and pounded on the wall, “Keep it down in there! I’m on the phone!”
Immediately there was laughter and the growling and cries of, “Fuck me, Daddy” grew louder.
“Animals!” Ron said into the phone, smiling, “Sorry, Cub, the neighbors are fuckin’ rude and rowdy tonight”.
“So, what does it mean, Papa?” Nick asked, still more than a little upset.
Ron's humor sobered. "I really don’t know, I’ve never heard of such a thing. It’s very strange though. It’s not a normal dream, it’s a vision, that’s for sure." Ron paused and rubbed his forehead. "I suppose I could go next door and ask Olaf, he's been around, dabbled in some of this shit and has more experience with mystic stuff… I really wish Charlie was here, he’s been around even longer, and he’s a Shaman. He’d be even more likely to know.”
“Uncle Charlie’s not with you?” Nick asked. A cold shiver worked its way down the younger bear’s spine.
“No, we figured he stopped off somewhere and is doing the ‘pre-game show’, playing around somewhere with some hot piece of furry trucker or biker ass he met on the way. You know Charlie; B’ars ‘n’ ‘Gars doesn’t officially start until tomorrow at noon, and you know that ol’ fucker doesn’t pass up an opportunity to get some tail if it’s presented to him... particularly if it’s a hairy one,” Ron said, unable to suppress a chuckle.
“Papa… what if this dream is about Charlie?” Nick asked, the worry plain in his voice.
“I dunno… that sounds a bit iffy. Charlie wasn’t actually in the dream, was he?”
“No,” Nick admitted.
“I think... I'm sure Charlie’s fine. He’s a big bear, no one’s going to get the drop on him,” Ron said. He was trying to convince himself, but a feeling of dread was beginning to creep into him, too.
“Well, I hope you’re right,” Nick said. “Look, maybe it’s a vision, or maybe it’s just a weird coincidental dream, and that’s all it is. But ask Olaf in the morning and get back to me, OK?”
“Alright son, I will,” Ron said, “Get back to bed and kiss your brothers for me, OK?”
“Alright Papa, but I don’t know that we’ll get much sleep.” Nick rubbed the back of his neck and rolled his shoulders, trying to relieve some of the tension he was carrying. “Still, we should try, gotta open up the shop in a few hours. Goodnight, love you!”
“Night Nick, Papa loves you too!” Ron said with a smile.
“Take care, Papa.” Nick said, and hung up.
“Wherever you are, you ol’ horny fucker, I hope you’re alright,” Ron said out loud after hanging up, then reached over and turned out the light. Next door, he could faintly hear the sound of Olaf and the other two having sex. They had quieted down, they actually didn’t want to be rude to every other bear who might have already come in for pre-registration festivities. He’d have joined them, except he was frankly both worried and tired. 'Time enough for play later,' he thought with a yawn, and soon he was asleep.
In the morning Bubba, Cody, and Nick got to the shop just a bit early with the others. It would be a full day, two of the cars were going to be picked up tomorrow, their paint jobs had been finished and the upholstery installed on one of them and final touches had to be made. The ‘Sons’ in Meyers and Sons could rebuild a car both mechanical and electrical, do the body work, reupholster, paint and have it from clunker to classic, and do it all in-house. One of the cars was a total, tires-to-roof restoration while the other was simply a strip and new paint job. It cost to have the boys work a restoration, but then the guys who wanted their vintage vehicles show room new would pay for the care that Ron’s shop was known to put into their vehicles. There were three more projects in the works and it would be all hands on deck as there were deadlines to meet with each of the vehicles. One of these was a classic 60s era Chevy C-10 pickup truck, a favorite of Bubba’s.
When Bubba got into the office, he saw that there were three messages on the machine. He played them back. The first was about one of the finished cars, confirming a pick up time of 10 am tomorrow. The second was about the other finished car. The owner was saying he couldn’t make it tomorrow, an emergency had come up, but that he’d be in the day after, so no problem there. It was done and could sit around for the owner. The third message, however, was an alarming robotic-sounding message about Charlie and where he was. Bubba was on the phone to Ron seconds after he’d listened to the recording a third time to make sure he had the details right.
When Royce woke up, the late afternoon sun was streaming through the trees out the picture windows in the living room. He was so deeply asleep that he’d not even dreamed, at least that he could remember. He closed his eyes and gathered his thoughts. It took him a moment to remember where he was and what had happened. He noted that he was full on hard again.
He reached down to his balls and felt them. He smiled as he rolled them around in his paw. They’d absorbed all of Charlie’s seed and now were truly larger than they had been this morning. He estimated that they were probably the size of duck eggs, easily half again as large as jumbo chicken’s eggs. But something was off and he didn’t quite know what. He reached up to his belly and felt it, and then he realized what it was.
He felt itchy, he rubbed his belly, which had been rounded by the seed he’d taken into himself and the heavy intake of food earlier. He felt the butt plug still in place, but his belly was now back to normal, so he’d absorbed all of Charlie’s sperm; but that was not what was strange. No, what was strange was all the lose hair on his belly. He opened his eyes, raised up a bit, and realized that all the hair on his chest and belly had fallen out. That was what was causing the itch, just like at the barbers with loose clipped hairs on your skin. He examined himself further; his arms and legs were bare, not a single hair on them, his chest and belly were covered in hair that had fallen out. In a bit of a panic, he felt his face. His beard was gone! The whiskers were lying loose on his neck and on the sofa.
Full on panic hit and he jumped up and ran to the bathroom just off the foyer. He flipped on the lights and looked at himself. He was hairless, completely, as if he’d been shaved from head to toe, but it was worse, at least he’d see a shadow from the hair follicles on his face and scalp if he were shaved clean. This was different, there was no hair on his head, none on his face, arms, or torso, and looking down, none on his crotch or legs! Every follicle had shed its hair, he was completely smooth. He didn’t even have eyebrows or lashes! The only hair on him was what had fallen out and still clung to him due to his dried cum.
“NO! No no no no nononononono!” He stared at himself in the mirror. “This can’t be happening! I’m not supposed to be smooth! I’m supposed to be a fuckin’ thick bearded, full pelted, fur-ball!”
Certainly, this was not anything Royce had ever read about… ever… “It didn’t happen with the kid that Ron fucked… Connor? Caleb? Cody! That was it! When Cody had taken seed, he didn’t lose all of his hair!”
He looked at the bracelet on his arm and considered taking it off. Maybe it was some sort of strange reaction to the bracelet? And then he thought better of it. “No,” he said, “let’s ride this out, see where it’s going. Maybe this is part of the process while using the bracelet”.
Royce scraped off the stuck on hair as best he could and got into the shower to wash off. It felt strange, particularly on his head, it was the first time he’d ever felt water beating on him without any hair. His skin felt more sensitive without the fur he normally had. While in the shower he removed his butt plug and rinsed it off and cleaned himself out with the handheld shower head. He still wore The Inhibitor around his neck so he wouldn’t randomly change into a bear while he slept.
After drying off, and ridding himself of waste, he padded back into the living room and looked at the sofa, it looked like some animal had shed all over it… ‘Well, in fact, some animal HAD’, he thought, and got out the vacuum to clean up the mess.
Royce felt hungry again and though the huge breakfast he’d taken in was processed, it didn’t produce as much waste as he’d expected. It seemed his body had absorbed more of the mass he’d consumed than it usually would.
He moved into the kitchen and began making a ten plus pound meatloaf and divided into three portions. He puzzled over his hairlessness, trying to think of a reason the artifacts would cause his loss of hair. He took out a large package of tater tots, and some frozen broccoli on the side… what the heck, right? Bears were omnivores, after all.
Half way through making the meatloaf though, when the loaves were formed but not in the oven yet, he was overcome with the urge to eat some of the mixture raw. Royce liked rare meat, he’d even had steak tartar and enjoyed it, but… this was different. This was a compulsion, he had to eat it. He grabbed a fist full of the mixed beef and sausage and began eating it. As he ate, he was oblivious to the jewels in their copper setting, pulsing with soft light.
Before he knew it, he’d eaten one of the three raw loaves and was thinking about eating another, but stopped himself. Three pounds of raw meat, gone in less than ten minutes. His belly was full and he was temporarily sated, but he knew he’d want more, soon. So, into the oven went the other two loaves, the tots would follow half way through.
Knowing that he just ate three pounds of raw meat, without pausing, and knowing that he would eat more as soon as it was cooked, he decided to take more frozen meat out to thaw. It would not do to have nothing to eat because it was too frozen to consume. He could see eating it partially frozen and raw, but not solid. Altogether, he took out thirty pounds of hamburger, sausage, and chicken thinking that it would do for tomorrow. If he got desperate he could eat raw burger while the chicken cooked. He wasn’t exactly sure if he could still get sick from salmonella, so he wouldn’t take the chance. Sealed in their airtight plastic bags, he took out a galvanized metal wash tub usually used for ice, sodas, and beer and filled it with the meat. Then, he filled the tub with water for faster thawing.
By the time dinner was ready, Royce was again famished. It was close to 8 pm and dark. He sat with the food on the table, and served himself a huge, piled high plate. He finally noticed in the low light of the dining room that the bracelet was pulsing again. It didn’t seem to do it constantly, like there were times it was more active than others. Right now, with him famished, it was pulsing. Maybe it was pushing his body to change, and that’s why he was so hungry? He’d pulled three bottles of beer from the fridge to help him wash dinner down and there would be ice cream for dessert. Royce was going to enjoy this! “Eat all you want, get fat!” he said to himself out loud. “A fat bear is a successful bear!”
And he dug into his meal. After he’d finished, and had two large bowls of ice cream, he put the food away and the dishes in the washer. He went upstairs to the master suite and prepared for bed. Before though, he looked at his hairless body in the full length mirror. Looking at his naked body usually made Royce horny, and he hadn't jacked since before he had awakened on the couch. But oddly, he felt no desire, possibly because the sight of his naked and utterly hairless skin put him off. “God I hope I don’t stay this way,” he said, then got into bed and turned out the lights.
After getting the call that morning from Bubba, Ron was at Olaf’s door, knocking. Quinn opened the door just in time for Ron to see Olaf rumble deeply and dump a huge load of bear cum into Casey’s ass.
“Oh FUCK!” Casey moaned, “Fill me, Daddy Bear! Give me your seed! God! I can feel it spurting into me, change me, Daddy!”
Ron was a bit shocked. He hurried in and closed the door behind him. “Uncle! You? You’re breeding?!”
Olaf turned his head, cigar in his maw and smiled around it, smoke curling around and through his mustache
“Yeah… felt it was finally time I started a family. Ain’t never had cubs before an’ since both of these sexy fuckers fall under the category of ‘kindred’, now I’ve got two of ‘em! One for each nipple!” He said, the pride in his voice evident, and then he grunted out another load into Casey’s ass.
Casey turned his head toward Ron and smiled. Ron looked at Quinn and he nodded, knowingly.
“Well, uh… congratulations… then… and, ummm… welcome to the family?” Ron said, still a bit confused at Olaf's uncharacteristic behavior.
Quinn pulled Ron into a hug and then held him at arm’s length.
“Daddy showed us what you two are last night. Casey and I, well… we were stunned... but so fuckin’ eager and so turned on! We stayed up very late talking. Olaf told us about everything. There were some tears, especially from me because of Hal, he would have become a werebear, I know it. In the end we all wanted the same thing; Casey and I wanted to be werebears and need a family and Olaf wants a family. Well, sons, I guess.” Quinn smiled and rubbed his ass with a bit of a wince. “My Daddy’s a bit bigger than I’m used to.”
“You can fuckin’ say that again!” Casey said as Olaf pulled out of him gently, “I ain’t gonna be able to walk right for a month!”
Olaf beamed, “My boys! Braggin’ on their Daddy. Makes a Dad proud. But you’ll get used to my size soon enough, I’m gonna fuck ya every chance I get!” He drew on his cigar deeply and then swatted Casey on the ass hard enough so that the smack could be heard outside the room if anyone had been listening.
“Ow! God damned, ASS fucking, COCK sucking, BALL licking, BOTTOM BASTARD! What the Goddamn FUCK was that for, you flea infested son of a BITCH?!” Casey said and rubbed his ass, chuckling.
“One to grow on!” Olaf said, “And it’s son of a SOW, not bitch, we’re bears not wolves. Trust me, you’ll be growin’, I guarantee! ‘Sides, I like seein’ muh big red paw print on your ass. Leave my mark on you for a while.” He smiled and handed Casey his cigar.
In spite of the general mood of festivity, Ron interrupted. “Well, it’s always good to have more family, and I REALLY couldn’t ask for better cousins than the two of you! Honest!” His face showed both happiness and worry as he sat on the side of the bed. “But I’ve got some news; bad, I think. Bubba called me, he got a message on the shop’s answering machine about Charlie.”
Olaf, hearing the tone in Ron's voice, suddenly focused intently on Ron. “Who left the message?”
“We don’t know, the voice was… mechanical… you know, so you can’t tell who was talking. Anyway, the point is someone apparently dumped the ol’ fucker off in that motel on Bryant, said he wasn’t harmed. I’m going to need Quinn to drive me in his rig, because from that message, I don’t think Charlie will be in any condition to ride back on his Hawg and he’ll need somewhere to lie down.”
“Why?” Quinn asked before Olaf could.
“The message said he was sedated. Someone drugged him and dumped him. Like I said, the message said that he’d be fine, no harm was done to him, but I’m not believing that until I see him. So one of you has to come, too, and leave their bike here so he can ride Charlie’s back”.
“One of us? Fuck no! We’re all goin',” Olaf said, “I’m not sittin’ here waitin’ to find out what happened to my brother.”
“And I love Charlie as much as I love you Ron, have for years”, Quinn said.
“’Sides, these are my boys now, they’re kin to Charlie, too!” Olaf said. “They’re gonna help anyway they can, ain’t that right boys?”
“Fuck yeah!” Casey said and Quinn nodded and added, “Damn right!”
Ron smiled at them. Damn, he loved his family.
“I’ll leave my bike and ride Charlie’s back,” Casey said.
“Good boy!” Olaf said, kissing his new son on the cheek. Casey beamed around the cigar.
“OK, so, get dressed. I’ll meet you in the parking lot in fifteen minutes. I’m going to call the boys back and give them an update,” Ron said, and opened the door.
Minutes later, the four of them piled into Quinn’s truck. It was just the tractor portion of the whole unit. There was a full sleeper in the back, and though it was not technically legal to ride in the sleeper unless using the bunk restraint, the law was pretty much unenforced. No highway patrol officer wanted to climb up into a trucker’s ‘home’ to check if his work mate, husband, or wife was strapped in.
The tractor truck pulled into the motel's lot and braked to a stop in front of the office and the four piled out.
The front desk attendant was reluctant to open up room 21 and so called his manager. The manager was also loath to enter the room.
Olaf very softly and calmly suggested that he would pay for all the damages he was going to do to the door or to room 21 in the process of ripping said door frame out of the wall… as well as any medical bills incurred by managerial employees, should they decide to stop him. He scratched his belly, being sure his massive bicep flexed visibly, and smiled.
The manager looked at the phone on the desk and Olaf said, “You really think the cops would get here in time?” The manager looked away from the phone quickly, having had his intentions read so clearly.
“And, what exactly did the person who paid for the room look like and did you get video of his vehicle, with a license plate?” Olaf asked.
The young guy behind the front desk quickly volunteered a description of Royce and said that they didn’t have video cameras on the parking lot or the front desk. Being the kind of business that they were, clients didn’t appreciate being on camera. Further, it was a purely cash transaction, with a generous tip.
With a deceptively pleasant voice but an ice-cold stare, Ron said, “We need to be in that room now. If my cousin dies because you delayed us in getting to him, please know that none of us really much care about the legal ramifications of our actions which will follow that discovery. Besides, I believe instructions were left for you in the event of our arrival, were they not?”
The day manager looked at the men in front of him wide eyed and nodded rapidly. He suddenly saw the logic in letting the large, scary looking men into room 21.
They hurried to the room, the manager trailing just behind them. Quinn was pacing back and forth outside room 21. The door had a do not disturb sign on the knob.
When the manager let them in, Ron was immediately at Charlie’s bedside. The old bear lay on the bed in his riding leathers. Ron felt his neck for a pulse. Immediately, Ron began sniffing around Charlie.
The manager, taken aback by Ron sniffing around, stood nervously at the door, but said nothing. He found he had been holding his breath unconsciously, and when it was confirmed that Charlie was still alive, exhaled in relief.
Olaf looked at him and said in an dismissive tone, “You can go now.”
The manager paused, “You’re not planning… anything… I mean, legal or otherwise, are you?”
Olaf snorted, “Legally is not the way we handle things like this. If you are worried about us suing the motel and your possible… termination… (Olaf let the double meaning of the word dawn upon him), you can stop. Now... You. Can. Go”. Olaf sad the last with a bit of a growl in his voice.
The manager almost fell over himself leaving, closing the door behind himself clumsily.
“How is he?” Quinn asked.
Ron pulled Charlie’s right eyelid open and looked into his eye with a small flashlight from his key chain, checking for pupil reaction. “His pupils react to the light, if a bit slowly, but I expect that’s the sedative… whatever it was. Other than that, his pulse is strong and normal, his temperature seems normal… he’s just out of it.”
Ron did some more checking, moving Charlie’s limbs, opening up his vest more and checking under his shirt, but seemed satisfied that nothing was additionally out of the ordinary.
“He doesn’t seem to be injured in anyway. Whatever drug was used might have been injected or he was given an IV, can't really tell. Any marks would have healed hours ago. I suppose it’s possible someone slipped something into his food or drink, but again, that is just a guess. There are tasteless sedatives, but they’d have to use a LOT to knock one of us out, and it wouldn’t last THIS long.” Ron stood still, thinking. “I picked up scent on Charlie. Two people were involved because I could smell two men, but one must have not had much contact with him because the smell was much fainter. I say we take him back to the hotel and let him sleep it off where we can keep an eye on him. We'll see what he can tell us when he wakes up.”
“Could you recognize either of the scents if you ran across them again?” Quinn asked.
“Absolutely!” Ron said and tapped his nose, “I’m better than a bloodhound and with a considerably smarter brain. You’ll see what I mean after you’ve changed. There’s a whole world of scent that humans are barely aware of.”
Casey looked at the sleeping bear appreciatively. “DAMN! You weren’t kidding when you said he looked like Ron… Well, Unkempt Redneck Santa Ron. If you trimmed his beard and hair, neatened him up a bit, you two would be hard to tell apart from more than twenty feet away”. Uncle Charlie’s fuckin’ HOT!”
Ron gave Casey a withering stare, “I do not look like Santa.”
Quinn laughed, “I see my new brother thinks with his cock about as much as I do. I know it’s a serious situation and all, but… damn Charlie just doesn’t stop being hot, even when he’s completely drugged up.”
“I don’t normally say this,” Olaf interjected, “but you two boys need to keep it in your pants right now, a little respect for your Uncle if you please.”
“Yes, Daddy,” the two said in unison, in a tone that was not entirely contrite.
“And yes, you do look like Santa, nephew,” Olaf said with a chuckle.
Ron leveled the same look at Olaf as he had at Casey, not that it did him any good.
“OK, so!” Olaf said, clapping his hands together, “Let’s empty the room, get all of Charlie’s stuff in the truck, load my big brother into the sleeper, and Casey can ride the bike ahead of us on the way back.”
They all searched the room, and found nothing out of the ordinary in the dresser or closet It was a prudent measure nonetheless. They loaded up Charlie’s booze, cigars, the water bottles, protein bars and other items that had been in his saddlebags. Olaf threw the snoring Charlie over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and got him up into the sleeper.
Casey lit up a cigar and fired up Charlie’s scoot and soon they were on the road.
As they left, the day manager sighed in relief, and said to the young guy working the front desk, “I don’t care how big the tip is; next time, especially if there’s a biker involved, we don’t let them dump someone in a room.”
“Well, the biker doing the dumping was pretty… big… and a little scary… saying 'no' didn’t seem like an option,” the front desk receptionist said.
“Yeah… well… stick to policy and call the cops if you have to; it’s not worth dying for.”
"That's what I was trying to avoid," the clerk said, shrugging his shoulders.
Ron and Olaf rode in the sleeper. Olaf sat upright with his back to the head of the bed, cradling Charlie against him, absently stroking his brother’s bearded cheek with his furry knuckles. The bear snored occasionally and mumbled a few times, but was otherwise decidedly non-reactive. Ron sat at the foot of the bed with his back to the side wall and held Charlie’s hand.
“I swear, someone’s gonna pay for this. You don’t mess with my family,” Olaf said quietly.
Ron nodded as he looked Olaf in the eye.