Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body - Chapter 12

Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body

By Papa Werebear and Ursus Major

Chapter 12

Day 1:

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.

“No!”

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.

Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body - Chapter 11

Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body

by

Papa Werebear and Ursus Majr

Chapter 11

Olaf returned to the table with a huge grin on his face.

Ron just had to ask, “What’s that canary-eating grin for, Uncle Bear”?

Olaf sat, picking up the beer he’d ordered for before the meal arrived he took a long pull on it, and said, “The biker I gave my card to met me in the bathroom, his name is Casey, and he’s a damn good kisser. Asked me what I was doing this weekend and I told him about 'Gars ‘n’ B’ars. He and his buddies are headed up north on a bare bones camping trip, you know, ‘Rough it like a man, just a tarp for a tent and your knife’ stuff. He said my thing sounded more fun and comfortable, and asked if maybe he could join us if it was OK. So, of course I said it was OK.” Olaf took another pull from his beer and grinned even wider than before.

Ron rolled his eyes and Quinn chuckled. The appetizers arrived then and when the server left, Olaf continued.

“So, he’s going to fake an illness, ditch his buddies, and join us in a couple of hours. Says he’ll catch up to us on the road. I told him what route we’d be taking and told him to look for my bike, he couldn’t miss it. He says, ‘The big one that looks like you butchered a bear and glued it to an ape sized Harley, right?’ and I told him that was not the most flattering description I’d ever heard, but it was accurate. He said he could spot that on a moonless night on a dark country road, and that he’d find us.”

“Sounds like you got another companion for your bed,” Quinn said a bit sourly.

Olaf patted the trucker on the shoulder, “Aww, buddy, it ain’t like that. You know sex with us is a ‘more the merrier’ kind of deal. Besides, I saw how you were checkin’ Casey out, I bet you were measuring his butt hole for your cock just like I was.

Quinn laughed, “I suppose I was at that”.

“Actually, he’s interested in playing with all three of us, I told him it’s in fact four, because Charlie hasn’t showed up yet. He thought you both were seriously hot.”

Quinn brightened a little at that. “So… two queen sized beds in your room. You’re going to need one to yourself as big as you are… that means me and Casey…”

Olaf grinned, “We’ll get to know each other in the biblical sense, yes; after I’ve romped with you both enough and need a bit of a nap, or head over to Ron and Charlie’s room.”

“OK, I’m good with that,” Quinn said and stuffed a jalapeño popper in his mouth and smiled.

“Anyway, he asked what Charlie looked like and I said, ‘Imagine that hairy, white bearded fucker back at my table. The biker who looks like Bad Santa”

“HEY! You did NOT just call me Santa”! Ron interjected.

Olaf smiled impishly. “Yes I did. You look like the hot sexy fat man, and so does big brother Charlie, only a bit wilder… you pay more attention to grooming… actually, he looks more like redneck, hung over Bad Santa. Besides, you don’t seem to mind around the holidays when some cute, lil’ bearded Cub wants to sit on Santa’s lap, hold his sack, and rub the ‘North Pole’ up and down, now do you?”.

Ron smacked Olaf’s shoulder only because from his seated position he couldn’t reach his head.

Olaf continued, “…and so I said, that’s my brother Charlie’ and then he said, ‘Wild, redneck, Santa, eh? And Bad Santa too? Oh, I feel a case of food poisoning coming on… I just know I’m gonna have to tell my buddies that I hurled in the John and I’m gonna check into a motel, then head home when I feel better.”

Olaf paused, a popper on the brink of being devoured in front of his bearded lips, “By the way, where IS Charlie, shouldn’t he be here by now, even if he did stop to fuck someone or more than someone?”

“I don’t know, but I think after dinner we need to maybe start looking,” Ron said, “Maybe head back down the way he came up, see if he’s stranded… or worse. I’ve called his phone three times already and it must be off, because it goes right to voicemail”.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to backtrack his route. We can check online to see if there’s been any accidents on the way up to here. I think it’s better to get to the hotel and wait a bit, because if we go looking he’s going to get to the hotel and we won’t be there when he is. Better to be where he expects us to be when he finally shows up,” Quinn said, and took a sip of beer.

“I suppose,” Ron said, “but he hasn’t been late to anything like this in decades. Last time he was this late it was his bike and that dirty carburetor, remember? But I doubt that’s it now, I checked his ride over myself last week, gave it a full tune up. It’s probably running better than mine is… wonder what the Hell is keeping him? If it were sex, he’d send pics to brag; this just ain't like him.”

“Maybe he just got tired and decided to pull over at a motel?” The others shrugged. “Maybe before we leave town, we’ll go check that no-tell motel on Bryant Road he likes to take his last minute playmates to, maybe they’ve seen him,” Olaf suggested as the server arrived with the entrées and more beers for the meal.

“OK, we’ll do that, but you know how tight lipped they are,” Ron said.

“Oh, I think I might get them to talk, size and demeanor have their advantages,” Olaf said and flexed his right bicep for emphasis and it bulged into a muscle bigger than most men’s heads.

Ron smiled. “OK, after we check, if they haven’t seen him, we’ll head for the hotel,” Ron said, feeling a bit better about the situation now that they’d talked it out and had a plan.

At that moment, Casey hurried past their table in the direction of the bathroom, giving Olaf a wink as he passed.

“Aaaand ACTION!” Olaf said quietly, and laughed. “I think my new buddy Casey, there, just came down with a case of the stomach flu”. Ron and Quinn chuckled as they dug into their meals.

In the bathroom, Casey made for a stall and made a bit of a show pretending to puke, enough to cause the couple of guys that were in the bathroom when he entered to leave. One of his biker buddies came in after to ask if he was OK and Casey said he’d let him know. When his buddy left, he briefly considered giving his raging hard-on some relief, but decided to save up for what promised to be a very satisfying romp with the sexiest big, bearded fuckers he'd seen in ages. He exited the stall, made for a urinal, unzipped, fished his rigid cock out, and willed himself to relax so he could empty his bladder. After a few moments his stream started, strong, yellow, and noisy. One of the restaurant employees came in and took the other urinal, next to Casey. He looked over, nodded in appreciation, and said, “Sometimes a really good piss is just what the doc ordered, innit?”

“A'yup,” Casey nodded, tucked his now only semi-rigid meat back in his jeans, washed his hands, and headed back out as the employee finished his business. He was going to go back to the table and give a performance for his friends so they’d believe him when he said he was sick, so he could ditch them for what he hoped would be the best sex he’d had in years.

As Charlie put his helmet on and got ready to start his hawg up and lead Reece, the ex-cop, to the motel on Bryant, he felt a bit light headed. His hands and feet felt a bit numb and he was feeling high and drunk at the same time. The next thing he knew, Reece was asking if he felt alright.

“I’m… uh… Feelin’ lil’… uh… high…” Charlie responded.

“Well, you just had a couple of beers…” Royce offered as an explanation, but was interrupted by the silver bear.

“But… I coulda had ten an’ not feel it, I think… I’m gettin’…”

“Let’s get you to my truck, let you sit a bit. Get you some water,” Royce said.

And he helped Charlie stagger over to his pickup and sat him down. He gave him a bottle of water and Charlie took a large drink from it. He made a face and said, “Tastes like a copper penny.”

“Yeah, tap water at my place is kinda high in minerals,” Royce said, “You should finish it, it doesn’t taste that great, but it’ll keep you hydrated”.

Charlie was more than a little suggestible at this point and downed the rest of the bottle of colloidal sliver. He was beginning to yawn, his eyes were drooping, and Royce put his legs in the car. By the time he’d fastened the seat belt Charlie was almost out.

“Thank ye kindly, Reece… don’t know why…” and he slumped against the back of the seat, head tilted back. Charlie was out like he’d been given an anesthetic. Royce adjusted the seat so the Bear was leaning back comfortably. He snored lightly as Royce loosened his vest, opening the clasps that held it together so Charlie would be more comfortable.

“Ol’ Reece will take good care of you, Charlie, real good care of you,” Royce said, taking the helmet from Charlie’s head, putting it at his feet and shutting the door. He took the keys from Charlie’s hands. He’d need them to get his bike on the trailer.

He’d secured his prize, but now was not the time to get careless. He put his leather gloves on as he didn’t want to leave fingerprints on Charlie’s bike. He looked around the lot for any observers; there was a family, mom, dad, and two pre-teen boys loading up in their SUV. The couple from the bar, headed to what Royce assumed was the man’s car; the woman still had her nose in her phone and their backs were to Royce as they walked further away. No one was paying him any mind at all and there were no cameras watching this side of the lot.

He lowered the ramp on his trailer and, mounted Charlie’s bike, and rode it up and onto his trailer. In less than ten minutes Charlie’s bike was covered with a tarp, beside his own, and secured. Royce paused and looked at his watch. It was 7:37 in the evening; it would be dark not too long from now and he’d have to rely on his GPS to get him to the place. He desperately wanted to take out a cigar and light up, but no; he would save that reward for when all was finished. He needed to focus and careless traces of ash were not smart. It’s why he’d had his truck detailed. It was squeaky clean and had many less trace fibers than it might have had. He returned to the passenger side of his truck and clipped the key ring to the chain on Charlie’s belt that secured his wallet.

He closed the door and paused to think. He was sure he could find the place he wanted even if his GPS failed up here. Royce was good at landmarks, and he’d memorized the route in the preceding months. He’s scouted out a barn some months back among other places he’d looked into using within a thirty mile radius of the restaurant. The one he’d chosen was secluded, the next house being at least three miles down the stretch of two lane highway, ten miles from the little town of Mill Creek. Mill Creek had a gas station, small grocery, and a post office, and was quite a ways from the nearest town of any real size. The place was out in the sticks, literally surrounded by pastureland and national forests.

The owner was elderly and wheelchair bound and it looked like it had been awhile since he’d been able to raise cattle. Indeed, his land had not been used in some years and looked as though the forest was starting to reclaim it.

When he’d asked about buying the barn and the property and using it for horses and cattle, the ol’ guy had said it wasn’t for sale right now, but he’d been considering doing just that himself. He’d offered that he hadn’t been down to the barn in more than a decade, ever since he’d lost the use of his legs, and that it likely leaked and might be too dangerous to use without serious repairs, so he was thinking about getting it looked at by someone, to see if it could be salvaged. Royce said he’d be back in a couple of weeks to see if the old guy had changed his mind, but that he was definitely interested in the place.

Royce came back later that night after the lights at the farmhouse, a half mile from the barn, were out. It would be perfect. Despite what the old man might think about the condition of his barn, though it was leaky as evidenced by clumps of grass growing in spots on the dirt floor, it was also sound and mostly obscured from view of the house by a small copse of trees between it and the barn. Better yet, the area where he’d park when he would need its use was obscured from the road by a couple of small equipment sheds.

Royce climbed into his truck, started it up, and headed for that secluded barn he’d scouted. When he arrived, well after dark, the farmhouse was quiet and all lights except a porch light were out. The old man was likely sound asleep.

Charlie was completely out and still snoring gently as he pulled his pickup behind the barn to conceal it from view of the house. He’d managed to secure an ambulance gurney from second hand medical supply place on the net. It was simply amazing what you could find online. He’d gone to great lengths to obscure any identifying information that could be found on the device as he planned on leaving it behind in the barn after he’d gotten what he needed. He’d again waited until dark and stowed the gurney away in the barn just last week. That was a risk, but Royce felt comfortable taking it. He went to the barn door and opened it, hoping that no one had discovered it, and sure enough, it was there, just as he’d left it. He looked around once more to assure himself that there was no one around. Satisfied, he wheeled the gurney around to his truck, stopped to switch out his leather gloves for latex ones, and with a little difficulty, managed to get the werebear onto the gurney, secure him to it, and wheel him into the barn.

Royce flipped a rather antique looking switch and a light bulb came to life. He removed Charlie’s clothes, neatly putting them in a large zip-top bag designed just for that purpose. He didn’t want traces from the environment on the clothes.

He took a moment to admire the werebear’s naked body. He was, quite simply, beautiful! He was just like Ron, they could be brothers in both their form and in their features. A full, thick, silver pelt of man fur all over him, obscuring the tattoos underneath it. Thick, full, long beard, although Charlie’s was wilder looking. Well-developed brawn beneath a thick layer of padding. A beautiful round belly and, of course his crowning glory, what had to be ten inches of flaccid, thick meat resting atop two huge balls nestled in a dense forest of silver fur. At a distance, the two could be mistaken for twins. Royce had been hard since he left the restaurant, and it had softened just a little while he drove, but it had never completely gone away. Now, looking at this God that walked among men, he was completely, and painfully hard. He indulged only a half dozen strokes on the front of his pants before he cried out in orgasmic pleasure as he shot a hot, thick load into the pouch of the adult diaper he was wearing. Ron had thought of that too, he wanted there to be no semen evidence. It was a needed release, and it cleared his mind.

Royce then hooked up the IV drip, prepared Charlie’s left arm, found a vein, and began giving him the silver compound. It would keep Charlie under for as long as he needed and likely it would keep him under for a good three days after he took the drip out, which would be more time than he needed.

Royce then took the hair he’d gotten from the barber and scattered a little of it around. Clumps would be suspicious, but traces, a few here and there, would be evidence IF it came to that. He included a few more on the werebear’s clothes he’d put in the bag.

He took a blanket out of a sealed package, right from the department store, and covered Charlie to keep him warm. There were more preparations to be made before Royce could continue.

Bubba was sound asleep, holding his new little brother Cody in his arms after a rather pleasant fucking they’d shared. His golden blond pelt covering his furry arms no less thickly than his Papa’s pelt covered him. His meaty paw rested on Cody’s arm, covering the bear paw and skull beneath the auburn pelt that matched his face fur. Bubba had trimmed his long golden beard so that his chin was naked, save for a layer of thick evening stubble, making for long mutton chops. They connected to the thick ‘stache he’d let grow out to walrus-like proportions and grew on the sides into his beard. The ‘stache had been braided into the two long chops. It was a different look than most of his brothers sported, but he'd felt like experimenting a month back and rather liked the look. It was a wild and tribal look, especially with his long hair braided down the back, and he felt fit. After all, he was a member of a very close knit tribe.

On the other side of Cody, Bubba's copper-red brother Nick with his bushy, fiery red beard, lay cuddled up to Cody in the same protective way Bubba was, looking for all the world like an avatar of Thor or a Celtic chieftain. Cody’s face was nuzzled in Nick’s beard.

It would have been a blissfully peaceful scene, had it not been that both Bubba and Nick were both having a very unquiet dream. In fact, the same dream.

It wasn’t a nightmare, exactly. It was surreal, unnerving, discomforting, and foreboding. It was night, and they were both in a barn. An old outdoor lamp fixture hung overhead with an old incandescent bulb, surprisingly bright, lighting up the scene. Each was strapped to what looked like some sort of medieval torture device, like a rack or a St. Andrew’s cross. The form of their restraints seemed to morph between shapes, sometimes being a modern hospital bed, sometimes large logs to which they were strapped, and even a kitchen table. The bonds also morphed, sometimes straitjackets, sometimes bondage leather, sometimes bound rubber suits, or duct tape mummification or simple rope. Both knew that they could change to their bear shapes and break their bonds easily, but for some reason they were unable to. It was as if they were mere humans again and unable to change into their greater shapes.

They looked at each other, confused as to why they were there. They didn’t need to wait long to find out. The barn doors opened and a large machine rolled in, it was barrel shaped, and had two hoses attached. It moved of its own accord, but following it was a tall bearded man, his face obscured by a shadow so that neither of them could see who he was. What they could see was that there was a star upon his chest and it shone bright gold as if the tattoo ink were fluorescent.

He pointed and commanded “Take it from them!”, and the machine moved between the restraining devices to which the brothers were strapped. The hoses moved as though they were tentacles and as they watched, the hoses split so that the ends were forked. They moved toward their groins, snaking up their muscular, furry legs until the tips of the hoses reached their cocks and balls. The end of the tube that pushed against their balls grew wide and enveloped them, the other end engulfed their flaccid cocks. After a moment of massage from the end on their balls, they both felt the machine begin to suck. They both grew hard, their need rising within them though neither of them wanted to give the machine what it was trying to take. They watched in horror as the machine begin to extract not only their seed, but what both understood as their essence, their glowing energy. The two cried out in fear and loss as they fed the machine, the viscous, milky-white semen rising up the tubes in rhythmic jerks. But after only a few orgasms, the machine detached from them. They both felt weakened by the extraction.

They then watched as a third tube emerged from the top of the machine. The figure with the shadowed face said, “At last! At last I will be complete!” and the single tube slithered up his hairy body and attached to the glowing star over his sternum. It began filling him with what it had taken from the two bears and they watched as he grew taller, hairier, more powerful, more virile, and finally took the form of an enormous grizzly. The Bear roared out in triumph, and both Bubba and Nick awoke with a start.

They looked at each other and both said, “I just had a nightmare.”

Cody stirred and woke. “What?” he said groggily, but something was wrong; both of the bears knew it. Instinctively, they knew that Ron needed to know of this, and quickly.

Royce removed the cover from Charlie. It'd take about a half hour to remove the equipment he needed and set it up on tarps and hook the devices up with extension cables to power outlets. Royce truly hoped the power draw would not cause some antiquated fuse box to fry a fuse, otherwise, he'd have to go about what he wanted to do the old fashioned way. There was a device for stimulation, a collection tank with a gallon and a half capacity with another half gallon overflow tank which could also feed the contents from the tank out via a separate tube. There were three, 100 ml hypodermic syringes and a specially designed, rather large butt plug that had a tube built into it with a one way valve. The purpose of this was to plug it in, insert a hose into the plug, and pump fluids into the large intestines so that they would not exit, but be absorbed. He made sure everything was clean, the plug was lubed, and all was in working order.

Finally he took the carved cherry wood cigar box from the truck. Inside was a supply of cigars, but also three artifacts from his collection. The first of these was the Nordic silver medallion with the bear chained to a rock on one side and the runic spell on the other, 'The Inhibitor' as he thought of it. Next was the wide copper bracelet set with the semiprecious stones and spirals, 'The Accelerator' as he thought of it. Finally, the bronze cock ring with the carved bears having sex, 'The Enhancer' as he thought of it.

The first thing Royce did was to place the medallion around Charlie's neck. He was pretty sure that the silver compound he'd given him would keep the werebear from changing during the extraction, but being who he was, Royce believed in back up plans. It would not do for Charlie to shift shape in the middle of the procedure and become conscious. Next, he placed the bronze cock ring at the base of Charlie's cock. The reaction was immediate. Charlie's cock grew excessively stiff, to the point of large pulsing veins standing out prominently on what became what Royce estimated to be a fifteen inch, three to four inch wide cock. Charlie, even in his sedated state, grunted and moan in pleasure. Having worn the ring himself, knowing how it made him, a mere human feel, he could only imagine how good it was making Charlie feel in his sleep. Lastly, Royce put the jeweled copper bracelet on himself. It was large enough to wear half way up his muscular forearm, but he imagined that it wouldn't be long before that bracelet would fit comfortably around his wrist.

All was in readiness.

Royce stood naked, except for his shoes, in the cool air of the barn. He checked the settings on the control screen, no sense of risking the collapse of the catheter or the bear's cocks, not that there was much chance of the latter. He put on the latex gloves while the admired Charlie's thick body. Naked on the gurney, the bear's thick, broad shoulders extended over the edge of the gurney pad. His heavily furred torso had the classic pronounced round bear belly that was obviously backed with a strong layer of muscle. The fur extended in an almost continuously thick pelt from neck to toes. Even the tops of his feet were furred. The fleshy, flaccid cock lolled to one side, lying on the top of the right thigh. The hood of uncircumcised skin was only partially retracted, revealing only the very end of the tip. He reached for the alcohol wipes to semi-sterilize the catheter. His persistent hard-on throbbed as he wiped down the thin tube and applied a small amount of Surgilube around the first inch of so of the catheter.

The machine made use of a sheath that covered about five inches of the penis, and was fitted with a short catheter the went a few inches into the shaft of the subject's penis. Electrodes around the sheath provided some external electro-stim. A separate anal probe, shaped like a thin butt plug, provided more pronounced stimulation to the prostate.

Royce took a deep breath to help center his mind, then reached for Charlie's cock. He felt the heat even though his gloves and chucked to himself as he thought, 'Hot fucker!' He skinned back the foreskin so it cleared the coronal ridge. The stretching of the skin spread open the slit just enough so he could begin the insertion. Charlie grunted, then groaned, but otherwise remained in his comatose state. Royce took his time, threading slowly and carefully, smearing more Surgilube as need. Once he had enough of the tubing in place, he rolled down the outer sheath over Charlie's organ. Charlie groaned again, and his legs twitched some against the restraints.

Royce rolled Charlie over onto one side then took the anal probe and lubed it. Then, with one hand he raised one leg and thigh slightly and gently inserted the butt plug into Charlie's rectum, being careful of the wires on the penile sheath and the anal probe. This brought forth a deep sigh from Charlie. Royce rolled Charlie back on his back, and tugged gently on the tubing and sheath. It held. Time to start the process.

Royce turned the electro-stim on, it was programmed to begin with a gentle electric stimulation and build to bring Charlie to climax. This would happen in waves so that the werebear could be milked until Royce had as much seed as he desired. With the bronze cock ring on, he imagined the ol' bear would produce much more seed than would be needed to change Royce, but Royce wanted more. Royce wanted to take pleasure in partaking of the seed.

He turned on the pumping machine, and then waited. It was a full fifteen minutes before the first load exploded out of Charlie's cock and emptied into the tank. During his orgasm, Charlie twitched, moaned, and trembled, but he did not awake. Royce was now confident that things would be as he had desired them, and he would be able to collect all the semen he desired. Royce was desperate for a cigar, but he was disciplined and would treat it as a well earned reward when he was finished with the task he had set himself.

The next ejaculation happened fifteen minutes later, but Royce noticed that this time, the orgasm seemed to last longer. Intrigued, he decided he would time how long Charlie's orgasms lasted. He decreased the ramp up time on the electro-stim machine from fifteen to 10 minutes. The cycle again repeated, and this time he timed Charlie's orgasm. The bear shot for a good two minutes before the fluid stopped flowing into the collector. Already, there was probably two and a half cups of semen in the tank. This process continued, and each time Charlie lasted longer, filling the tank with more seed. Royce inspected Charlie's balls, cradling them in his hand. Big as they'd been when he'd taken the opportunity to admire the bear, he was sure they were growing. Now, they were the size of small oranges, up from being the size of hen's eggs. He imagined that Charlie's Cowper's gland and prostate had probably also grown to accommodate the increased sperm production.

This made Royce's mind race. Once he'd take Charlie's seed and become a werebear, he too could wear this ring and oh, the fucking he would give his sons! He would fill them with the bountiful flow from his huge bear balls with mind-blowing extended orgasms!

The milking process continued, and Charlie's balls continued to swell, but eventually they leveled off. The two balls had grown in his scrotum to the point that it looked as if he had two larger than average oranges between his legs. The flow was now steady, and Charlie was experiencing one continuous orgasm. The artifacts were certainly doing their work.

Somewhere around one in the morning, when the gallon and a half tank was full and the machine shut off, Royce turned off the electro-stim, and finally, Charlie was still. He'd sweated profusely and soaked the sheets that were under him. The heady, musky smell of bear filled the air of the barn and Royce was almost giddy with the scent. He removed the sheath, but Charlie wasn't quite done yet. His cock shot a thick load all over Royce's face as he removed the tube. Shocked by the unexpected hosing, he opened his mouth just in time for a second shot to splatter over his chest. He realized that Charlie was still under the spell of the cock ring, and so removed it. At last, Charlie lay still and seemed to go into a deeper stage of sleep.

Royce set the ring down on the sheet between Charlie's legs, and began rubbing the bear's seed all over his face, into his beard, an all over his torso.

He looked at the tanks on the machine, full of werebear seed. Now, at last, he could take the seed into himself. He opened the container and filled the three syringes with werebear cum and closed the container. This was only the start, the musky smell of bear cum all over him had him raging hard. He then took the filled syringes and began injecting the seed into his sack. 300 ml of werebear cum filled his scrotum and inside that rounded sack, his testicles marinated in the potency of a superior being. He expected that the hypodermic needle would leave a hole that would allow the seed to escape, but as soon as he removed the needle, there was only a slight oozing of thick white fluid, and then the hole apparently sealed, as he couldn't even find a trace of where it had been after he rubbed the cum off his balls.

Next, Royce attached the special butt plug to the hose for pumping the tanks out and then inserted it into his hole. He struggled a bit with that. It had been years since the last time anyone had fucked him, and even though he occasionally used a dildo and had been stretching himself in preparation for this, it was still a tight fit. That was, however, just what he'd wanted. He didn't want there to be any leaking, he wanted to keep the seed inside until his body had assimilated it all. Once he'd inserted it, he was ready and switched the pump on. The seed began traveling down the tube and the air release valve on the tube was opened so that air would not be pumped up his ass. Once the seed was almost at the release valve, Royce shut it, and the semen began flowing into his gut. He watched and felt as his gut filled. He could feel it bloating him slightly, and he rubbed his belly as it gurgled. The seed was still warm. He stroked himself gently, and almost immediately his hard cock shot a load that he caught in his own fist. He quickly consumed his cum and what was left he rubbed into his chest hair to join the seed Charlie had shot on him. When a gallon of cum had been pumped into Royce's guts, he turned the pump off. He rubbed his distended belly with pleasure, feeling Charlie's seed slosh inside of him. He smiled and admired it for several moments, rubbing it in the way pregnant women rub their bellies. Royce knew enough about human anatomy that one gallon would have distended the normal person's gut to the point of rupture and beyond. Still, he had faith in the power of the artifacts he was working with; and it certainly appeared that his faith was not misplaced.

After this brief reverie, he detached the hose from the butt plug. The last half gallon would be consumed. He would eat the seed, fill his belly with werebear cum. Putting the hose to his mouth, he once again turned the machine on and fed. It was a bitter, salty, with a slight bleach like taste to it and just a bit of sweetness, but to Royce, this was nectar! This came from a werebear. This cum, now in his guts, in his nuts, and in his belly would change him, and with the bracelet he wore, he would be a werebear not in four months, not in a single month, but in a week! He would rapidly transform, and for that he'd already set aside food to feed ten men for two weeks at the property he'd purchased up in the mountains.

As the last of the seed made it's way down the tube and Royce felt uncomfortably full from consuming two quarts of semen, he looked over at the glorious being who had provided him with the means to achieve his transformation. Charlie's balls had returned to their normal size... well, almost. It was possible that he'd keep the larger testicles, or perhaps they'd return to normal; Royce did not know.

It was time to clean up.

He removed The Enhancer cock ring from the gurney where it lay. Royce planned on wearing it back at his mountain cabin while The Accelerator bracelet worked to speed his transformation. Royce wanted to be in a constant state of arousal, with the ability to cum whenever he pleased. He removed The Inhibitor amulet from around Charlie's neck and placed it around his own. The medallion would allow Royce to remain human, even as his body potentially became more and more that of a werebear. This would give him control over the timing of his first change.

Somewhere around three am, he had everything packed up. Charlie was back in his leathers and in the front seat of his truck. Royce noted that the semen was already making changes to himself. He felt stronger, and indeed it was almost easy now to lift the unconscious bear from the gurney and into his truck. He felt full of energy and vigor. It was as if he were ten years younger and could bench a hundred pounds more than usual. He did three checks to make sure he had everything packed up and there was damn near no trace that he'd been there all night. By three thirty he was on the road, headed back to the motel Charlie had mentioned.

By five am, he was renting a room for the next day for 'himself and his husband' and had parked Charlie's Harley in front of the room minutes later. It was here that he put the bear into bed, put his helmet and keys on the night stand, left a case of bottled water in the fridge, a dozen protein bars on the dresser, and the contents of Charlie's saddle bags on the second queen sized bed. He then made a call on Charlie's cell phone to the Meyers and Sons auto shop leaving a message with the voice altering device telling them where Charlie was, what room he was in and that the front desk would be expecting them.

With that, Royce checked on Charlie who, it seemed, was healthy enough to be left alone while his friends came to get him.

Before climbing into his truck and departing, Royce removed his jacket, and then his shirt, and looked at himself. His belly, less distended now, had absorbed a good amount of Charlie's sperm. He rubbed it and looked at his arms, which seemed thicker with muscle, and hairier. Pleased, he made one last check of the room and Charlie, put his shirt and jacket back on, and exited the motel room, pulling the door shut behind him.

He took a cigar from the carved box in the passenger's seat, he trimmed it, toasted it, and took a long pull on it, filling his lungs with rich smoke. He clamped down on it, fixing it in the right side of his mouth and puffed away as he started up his truck, pulled out of the no-tell motel lot, and headed for his cabin for the next week, anticipating the most glorious metamorphosis any human could experience.