The Bugbear's Transformation Emporium

I've always loved kink gay captions, especially with themes of bears, transformation, and various other kinks. Gonna write some stories when inspiration strikes

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Porter was naked, masturbating in his warm studio apartment, when someone knocked at his door. He tried to ignore it, focusing on the boobs of the woman in the video on his phone, but another louder knock shook him out of his daze. He slipped on some clothes, quickly washed his hands in the kitchenette sink, then looked through the peep hole in his front door. He saw Mr. Jacobs, the apartment building's repairman, looking expectantly at the door and wearing no shirt.

Mr. Jacobs was a large and hairy man with a reddish goatee. Porter thought the man was in his late forties, over a decade older than him. Porter hadn't interacted with Jacobs much since he moved in almost a year ago, though the repairman had been over earlier that week to fix Porter's AC unit. He was an odd man, gruff yet friendly, as likely to joke with someone as he was to get irritated at them. Porter felt a bit uneasy with the middle aged man in his apartment the other day, as Mr. Jacobs kept staring at him while he thought Porter wasn't looking. Porter was told that a part needed to be ordered to finish the repairs, and he assumed that must be why Mr. Jacobs was at his door at 9:30 in the evening, though why the man's hairy chest was exposed, he had no clue.

Porter sighed and opened the door, greeting the man, "Hey Mr. Jacobs. Are you here to...mmmphhh!?"

Porter was stopped mid sentence at the large man lifted up his left arm and stuffed Porter's face directly into his armpit. Porter immediately tried to pull away, but Mr. Jacob's wrapped his other arm around the young man and pulled him deeper into an embrace. Porter felt his mind waver like a lit candle as the intense musk of the man assaulting him blew out the flame of his resolve. He fell limp in the man's arms as he was carried back into his own apartment, the door closing behind them. The dominant aura around Mr. Jacob's crushed any intention Porter might have of resisting whatever was coming next.

"You ain't gotta worry 'bout this, boy. Just been a minute since I last had me a pig in my building. Ya lived alone, and I saw a horny fucker deep in ya just waiting to get out and serve. I'm just here to let 'em out" Mr. Jacobs said as he set Porter down on a couch.

Mr. Jacobs pulled the pig off of him and took a nice long look at his handywork. Porter was unrecognizable, a hot little hog through and through, smiling up hungrily at the man who had accosted him moments ago. There wasi just one little thing he needed to check before breaking in the new pig.

"Stay on the couch and get on your knees, piggy!" Mr. Jacobs ordered, and the pig happily complied, offering his ass out to his visitor and looking out the window at the street down below.

Mr. Jacobs pulled down the pig's shorts and immediately reached out to grab his cock. Porter moaned as his genitals were fondled. Jacobs knew his pigs didn't need large hogs themselves, not while he was around, so he gently squeezed Porter's above average cock. It slowly compressed in size, any mass transferring to the balls. When he let go, Porter's cock was two and a half inches rock hard, adorned with a ballsack the size of a softball. Mr. Jacobs pulled away, but not before giving his pig a hearty slap on the ass. Porter moaned and squealed, in pain but mostly pleasure.

"There we go, now you are Papa's perfect piglet! What was your name again? Porker? Yeah, that's right, it was Porker, wasn't it?"

Porker moaned and nodded, his name rewritten in his head. He looked back at his Papa, his Sir. The now much larger repair man winked back as he pulled down his own underwear and lined up his cock between the pig's round hairy cheeks. Part of the magic Jacobs used to make his pigs ensured that they were always ready to take dick, so he had no issues as he slid into Porker's hole.

Papa Jacobs fucked his pig for well over an hour. Porker came at least twice, overwhelmed yet loving all of it. Each orgasm lasted a few minutes, nice and long like any proper hog. His sir deposited at least three large loads into his hole before departing, promising to be back tomorrow to actually fix his air conditioner and fuck his pig all over again. As Porker got back in bed, though his thoughts were now permanently much slower, he wondered what he was going to do about work, his family, his life. He lifted his arm to rub the back of his head in thought and he caught a whiff of his own hairy, sweaty pit. Though not as intense, it smelled exactly like his Papa's musk. His mind cleared and he quickly fell asleep smiling, knowing that Sir would help him take care of all of that later. He was just a dumb pig, after all.

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Ben and Kolby had gone to their friend Kendra's house for a BBQ, each thinking they might be able to find some chick to hook up with. What they did not know was that another of Kendra's friends had plans of his own. Liam, a hairy gay bear and secret mage, spiked the punch with more than just rum. Slowly, as the men at the party each filled up a solo cup and downed the bright red drink, they began to change.

Each one began to grow hair across their bodies. Men who were cleanshaven sprouted beards, and each existing beard thickened into hearty fur around their mouths. Each began to bloat as weight was added to their bodies, some with muscles to match. Kolby failed to notice right away that his shirt was riding up his increasingly large and hairy belly. He did notice when his friend Ben walked over to him and was almost six inches taller instead of being three inches shorter like normal.

As Ben locked eyes with the now much shorter Kolby, a twinkle lit up his expression as he looked at his friend. Kolby's now quite stout body struck Ben with a arousal he was not expecting. His dumbfounded expression on his much scruffier face made Ben's heart flutter. Ben's eyes lingered down at Kolby's mouth.

"Woah dude, you are so tall! And you seem pretty thick all of a sudden, too. Hey what are you...?" Kolby was cut off as Ben leaned in for a kiss.

Kolby gave a grunt of confusion, but as their hairy faces rubbed against each other, he knew he didn't want this to stop. Ben reached down and grabbed Kolby's now quite thick ass firmly, the fuzzy giant pulling the pear-shaped pocket-sized bear into a deeper embrace. The two previously thin, vaguely athletic men were now two hairy cubs making out at a house party. Around them, other single men starting touching each other as they transformed into bears of all shapes and sizes.

Not everyone at the party was taken by this wave of homoerotic passion. Liam secretly gave the men already in relationships a partial antidote to the ursine essence potion ahead of time. This made sure they wouldn't be overtaken by desire, nor likely to lose interest in women. However, they still became thick and hairy, along with gaining a new sexual interest in big hairy men like themselves. Liam knew Kendra would be mad at him at first, but he knew that like himself, she liked a hairy man with a little heft on him.

Kolby and Ben groped each other and any thought of hooking up with a woman that night left their minds. The only thought either had was whose bed they were going back to so Ben could fuck Kolby until the early hours of the morning.

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Spring Cleaning 4: Public Safety Announcement

In men's locker rooms across the city, a silent menace has been corrupting once sacred bastions of heterosexual masculinity into vile, yet clean dens of sodomy. The method of corruption has been identified, though authorities have been unable to locate the party or parties responsible for this attack on traditional family values. This villain is as slippery as their weapon of choice.

Surveillance footage of a men's locker room in Goldmeadow, a suburb to the east and home to many of our city's wealthier residents, shows this disturbing transformation in action. Clive Parsons, a family man and member of the Goldmeadow First Baptist Church, has just finished his morning routine and has stripped to take a shower in a private stall.

Footage from the camera located inside said stall shows the fit, cleanshaven 35-year-old pick up a bar of soap containing stripes of black, white, and various shades of brown. Mr. Parsons looks at the bar confused, seeming to wonder why a nearly unused bar of soap had been left there. (Said bar has been taken and stored for evidence in this case. DNA testing shows use of the bar by at least 3 other men.) Mr. Parsons shrugs and begins to rub the soap in his hands, forming shimmering suds which he uses to clean his body.

As Mr. Parsons washes off the soap, an unholy transformation begins to occur. His hair thins as a thick ginger beard begins to cover his face. His stomach and limbs begin to bloat with fat as he increases in mass. Hair begins to coat his once smooth body. Expressions flicker on his face, first confusion, then a drop into a dumb smile, and finally pleasure. From this point on, the footage has been blurred as Mr. Parsons begins to self-polute himself.

As he moans and grunts from his sinful activity, a similarly large and hairy black man peeks into the stall. This man is as of yet unidentified, and is assumed to be another victim of this degenerate detergent, though the gym, due to Goldmeadow's demographics, does cater to a mostly white clientele. The two men exchange names and crass compliments before engaging in fornication with each other. The lengthy session has been cut from this record, picking up 20 minutes later as the unidentified subject deposits into Mr. Parsons. The two men continue talking as they dress and leave the gym.

Mr. Parsons was declared missing 2 weeks ago by his wife Catherine Parsons, and initial efforts to locate him used a now outdated description. Other recent missing person cases have been tied to this outbreak of spontaneous homosexuality via cleaning product, and a few have been found relocated to a neighborhood south of the downtown area. Attempts to contact these men has been as of yet unsuccessful for reasons which are classified.

Members of the public are encouraged to contact the relevant authorities if they have information on this matter. Additionally, all residents, especially heterosexual men, are being cautioned against touching any strange objects they may encounter in public showers. Men, I urge you, do not, I repeat, DO NOT, use  soap left free in a public shower, lest you fall to the homosexual beast seeking to consume your pure soul.

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Thoughts on AI images

I'm pretty personally against generative AI as it currently stands, especially when it comes to the companies using, creating, and profiting off of it, the economy and ecological impacts, and the proliferation of scams and misinformation it is bringing about. Despite my strong feelings, I do not think the topic is all or nothing. There are a lot of people, writers and blogs that I do enjoy, in this space who use it for creating smut in this area. While I have my own thoughts and I do not personally want to create and post in that manor, I think this space is better for many of those accounts existing.

I have tried to keep my personal blog overall free from generative AI (though I might miss something that slips through). I do not, nor do I intend to use an LLM to assist in writing stories as that ruins the fun of writing for me, though I do have a story brewing that I generated some images while brainstorming and part of me wants to use one of those in the story. I wanted to put up a poll here to get a general sense as to how people who might see this post feel about that and other uses of AI in this blog. I'll make my own decision, and I do not intend on posting many more, if any, stories with AI generated images in the future, but I am curious your thoughts, either through the poll or additional comments on this post.

Use of AI generated images on this blog

I would consider blocking or unfollowing if AI images are used on your blog

It's not my preference/I have issues with it, but it's not a big deal

I'm neutral on the topic

I like AI generated images/text in this space

I want you to do more with AI

Voting ended onMay 1

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[bugbear-emporium]

Cody was just walking out of the dispensary. While he had been checking out, the bearded cashier in a rainbow tie die shirt asked Cody what he was up to on this fine Friday night. Cody replied that he was heading over to his buddy Theo’s house to get high, watch some dumb movies, and crash on the couch for the night. The cashier gave an odd smile and reached under the counter to grab a pre-rolled joint. He handed it to Cody and told him that it was a freebie for him and his friend to better enjoy the night. It was a little odd, but Cody didn’t complain. Free weed was free weed.

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Reposting this today, cause why not? 🍃

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Spring Cleaning 3

Henry was almost ready to head out to the concert, he just had to take a quick shower. He was staying at Jeremy's apartment, who was a good friend of his from college. Jeremy had moved to a bigger city on the coast, and the band they were about to see was having it's final tour. Henry had gotten in late last night, and him and Jeremy had spent most of the morning chatting and playing video games like they used to a couple years ago while they were still in college. So, now that it was well into the afternoon, Henry knew a shower was called for. He got into the bathroom, slipped off his clothing, and stepped into the shower.

Jeremy was sitting in the living room, realizing that he would also probably need to take a shower just after Henry got out. Jeremy had been worried that their friendship had been damaged by him coming out a few months ago, just after they had graduated. Despite those fears, it was soon clear that it was no big deal to Henry, who didn't bring it up except to ask him if he'd been dating any guys in the new city.

A half hour passed, and Henry still hadn't gotten out of the shower. Jeremy was beginning to get a little frustrated with him, hearing him singing in there as the water kept running. The noise was a bit strange, however. Jeremy didn't remember Henry having a singing voice that deep.

In the shower, Henry was enjoying the warmth of the water. Each time he thought about getting out, the thought would quickly leave his mind, and he would just think about how lucky he was to have Jeremy as a friend. He was smart, kind, and dependable, a really good guy. Though Jeremy didn't talk about it much, Henry knew things had taken a very rocky turn with his parents after he came out. He just didn't get it. His parents ought to be proud to have a son like him!

As he continued to soak in the water, Henry began to gradually change in appearance. His body began to get thicker, his lithe arms and legs bulking up with fat. His belly bulged out as he absentmindedly rubbed it. His ass got thick and round, jiggling as he shifted around in the shower. Thick hair covered his chest and a beard flecked with gray grew out from his face. He began to look older as his voice gradually deepened.

After almost 45 minutes in the shower, Henry looked almost 30 years older and 100 pounds heavier. Despite the drastic changes, Henry never noticed that anything was different. That's just how he was, wasn't it? He was a man in his late 50s, after all, and quite handsome at that. He was still enjoying the warm water on his now older skin. The only thing that would make this shower even better was if he had a boy in there with him. Better yet, a son.

It had been an hour since Henry had gotten in the shower, and Jeremy knew he had to intervene. He knocked on the door and called out, "Hey man, you gotta get out! I still need to shower and then we gotta get going!"

The voice that responded was barely recognizable as Henry. The low booming voice responded, "Why don't you come in here and join me, boy? The water is perfect!"

Jeremy was startled by the response. Why was Henry deepening his voice like that? Was he trying to flirt with him? Jeremy blushed at the thought.

He had never been attracted to Henry and generally preferred older, hairier men. A newer hookup buddy of his, an older bear himself, had been over earlier that week and joked that Jeremy had "daddy issues". Jeremy denied the accusation, but his new friend was determined to show him how much of a good boy he could be for a daddy. Unbeknownst to Jeremy, this friend had certain abilities. Charms that could influence people, memories, even transform a person into someone else entirely. This bear witch had left a 'gift' of sorts in the bathroom, a spell that would activate whenever someone other than Jeremy, next used the shower, turning them into the kind of daddy he knew the cub deserved.

As Jeremy opened the door, and peeked in, Henry stopped the water and threw the shower curtain wide open. Jeremy yelped in shock as a big, hairy, older man looked at him, a warm yet hungry smile shining on his face.

"There's my handsome boy!" The man who sounded and looked a lot like Henry said to him. "Getting a good look at your old man, are ya? Come on in! Papa wants to clean ya up!"

Jeremy just looked at the much older Henry, unable to form a sentence. What the fuck was going on? He accidentally glanced down at his friend's cock, noticing how large it looked. Though he'd never seen Henry's penis before, it never seemed close in size to that monster. He quickly averted his gaze as the man got out of the shower and walked towards Jeremy.

"What's the matter, son? You look bothered by something. Here, let me get those clothes off of you!" Henry said, as he embraced his friend, though he increasingly believed that Jeremy was more than just a friend.

Jeremy began to get hard as Henry cupped his ass, pulling him in close. Henry had previously been about his height, but now was several inches taller than him. Jeremy let the sexy old man in his apartment take his pants and underwear off, a wave of submission overtaking his concerns. He knew he should be trying to figure out what was going on, but it just felt so good to give in.

Henry kissed the top of his boy's head, letting his own slightly hard dick brush up against Jeremy's more modest member. Despite the long time in the shower, he still had a pleasant, musky, masculine scent to him, and he felt a strong urge to cover the young man in it. To claim his boy. He slipped Jeremy's shirt off and led him back into the shower, starting the water back up.

Henry lathered up a loofah with soap, and began to scrub his boy down. He got into all the crevasses and covered the cub's body in suds. As Jeremy was scrubbed down, he subtly changed in appearance, gaining some of Henry's traits. His blond hair darkened to brown, and the light hair on his body darkened likewise. He lost a couple inches in height, putting Henry well over a head taller. Jeremy was already carrying a little weight on his bones, but he plumped up further, matching his daddy's rounder body. His own ass bubbled up like Henry's, though his dick seemed to not grow in size, looking even smaller than it had been due to the added weight. Though covered in soap, Jeremy now looked a lot like Henry's flesh and blood.

"Taking after your old man, I see? I was quite the handsome lad when I was your age, you know." Henry said, talking warmly to his boy as he swapped locations under the shower head. He then added with a wink, "And I'd say I got even hotter in my old age, don't you think?"

Jeremy just nodded as the water cascaded down his changed body. As the water wash away the soap, it also washed away the old memories, his old life. There were no other parents in some other city, who told him never to come home again. He was Henry's own son, and loved dearly by his daddy. History changed as Henry decided to move back in with his son a few months back, realizing that he wanted to be closer to him. One thing led to another, and soon, they were lovers as well, a daddy bear and his submissive cub.

Henry looked down at the adorable young man in his shower, and leaned in for a kiss. They made out under the water for a bit before he turned Jeremy around away from the water and grabbed a bottle of lube that had magicly appeared in the shower moments ago. As he worked it into the boy's hole, Jeremy moaned in excitement and pleasure. After a bit of warming up, Henry began to slide his own cock into his boy's ass, slowly at first, then more aggressively.

"Oh, daddy!" Jeremy cried out, overtaken in pleasure, "Fuck me!"

"Good boy!" Henry called back, wrapping his arms around his son's round belly, "Daddy's got you!"

He pumped, in a strong and primal rhythm. It wasn't long before Jeremy began to cum for the first time from anal stimulation alone, and the sensation of his shuddering caused his new father to cum into him as well. They both moaned loudly as the moment crescendoed, then began to slowly subside.

As Jeremy began to regain his composure, a flash of alarm crossed his mind. What was he doing?! With his best friend? His father?! Those worries were instantly dispelled, however when he looked back at that warm smile beaming down on him. This was just how things were. He had always been a daddy's boy, after all. They both laughed as Henry wiped him down for a second time. Suddenly, a new worry flashed across Jeremy's mind.

"Shit, dad! We're gonna be late to that concert!"

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Better Use For A Bad Boss

Tumblr deleted this story for one reason or another so here's a repost. I may re-add the pic or something similar and reblog this story, but for now, just going with the text.

Hamish was sick and tired of his manager always hovering over him as he was trying to get work done. The guy always was on Hamish's back about the back office being messy or timetables being off by a handful of minutes. It was like Bradley had it out for him, despite Hamish being the associate manager. The two of them should be working as a team, rather than Bradley always trying to exert authority over him.

To make matters worse, Hamish found the guy really hot. Big and burly with an awesome beard, deep voice, and cool tattoos. It was a shame that he was straight and an asshole. Hamish would love to tap that fat ass of his, and it would probably help his attitude to have something up his ass besides the stick he keeps there.

Hamish was complaining about his boss to Alan, another cute bear and hook up buddy of his. Alan was a bit of a freak in a way that matched some of Hamish's own proclivities, though Alan was in that world much deeper. He ran a kink supplies shop as a side business and went to fetish conventions. Suffice it to say, Alan was a lot of fun.

"Sometimes, when he's berating me, I just wanna shove him onto his knees and have him suck my dick." Hamish said, quietly so no one in the sandwich shop could hear. "You know, teach him a lesson."

"You know, I had a thought," Alan said, leaning in conspiratorially. "You might be able to teach him more than a lesson. What if you could take care of him for good?"

"No, I wouldn't wanna go that far." Hamish said, "He's just such a pain in my ass. I just wish he wasn't so aggressive about everything. I'm not the only employee in our store that is stressed out by him."

"Listen, I think I got a solution." Alan started looking up something on his phone. "One of the booths at this convention was selling crazy powerful hypnosis recordings. Claimed to be able to permanently alter your memories, personality, even your whole identity. I've been trying a low level file, and it's potent stuff. It's been incredible at helping me get more dominant these last couple weeks."

Hamish laughed. Alan, a Dom? His buddy was the subbiest bottom he'd ever known. Hamish did consider himself a bit of a switch, able to take on either side depending on who he was with, but he'd always taken on a domineering role whenever him and Alan messed around.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be dick," though Hamish continued chuckling at the thought, "You've just always been such a subby bitch with me. I've tried hypno files, and I've never gotten much out of them, myself. It's hard to see how that would help you be more of a Dom or make Bradley be less of a dick."

Alan smiled before getting up, using all of his five and a half foot tall body to look down on the fair bit taller Hamish. He then sat down into the booth, squeezing Hamish into the wall, and placed one hand across Hamish's shoulder and the other on his friend's crotch with a firmness he'd never used before. Then, Alan spoke in a tone that made Hamish's mocking smirk melt.

"How about you give me some of that pretty mouth of yours, boy?" Alan said, maintaining eye contact as he squeezed Hamish's rapidly hardening penis.

Hamish was too stunned and turned on that he let Alan make out with him for half a minute in their corner booth before he composed himself and broke off. Alan was looking at him with a dumb smirk that just said 'I told you so.'

"Holy shit dude, we're in public! Something has definitely gotten into you, cause that really got me." Hamish muttered, still shaken. "Man, next time we hang out, I wanna see more of 'Dom Alan'."

"I agree. I always wanted to see what you looked like when you get submissive." Alan said, winking and giving Hamish back some space. He then pulled up what he had been looking for on his phone. "Here's that website. It's for a guy named 'Master Dionysus'. I actually met the guy at the expo, and he seems pretty cool. All we gotta do is find a good file, and make your boss listen to it."

"I guess it doesn't hurt to look." Hamish agreed.

The two horny bears looked through the site's categories, and decided to check out 'targeted subliminals'. They were designed to be put on in a room without being easily noticed. They scrolled past files labeled things like 'Doggy Park', 'Gorilla Mode', and 'Who's My Daddy?'. They clicked on one called 'Jackass Boss to Devoted Drone' to read the description. It went as follows:

"Is your boss a real pain in your neck? Do they cause more harm than good? Do you think they would be better serving under you instead of the other way around? Then this is the file for you!

"The subliminals are designed to break down a target's feelings of superiority, causing a vacuum of self doubt that powers a change into a docile and obedient toy for the first person who claims them. Works best on people in positions of authority who are on a power trip.

Hamish immediately assumed everything it was promising was bunk. It would be incredibly unethical to actually do something like this. However, as he stared at the website, just noticing the subtle swirling behind the text, he oddly felt like giving it a try. Alan bought the file with a member discount and sent it to Hamish, as Hamish had already covered lunch. And just like that, Hamish was back to work from him lunch break, nervous to try the file out on Bradley.

As he got in from the back, Bradley called him into the back office, where the large, tan skinned man sat on the strained old rolling chair, looking over papers. He had his usual grumpy face on, and despite himself, Hamish found the expression kind of cute. That thought fizzled as Bradley opened him mouth.

"Bathroom's dirty, and Janelle isn't in, so you gotta take care of it. There are twenty-three more online orders from this morning that you and Ted forgot to finish up, so you better get that done before I finish inventory. Also, you were almost late from lunch. Gonna have to work through some lunches if you're ever gonna be a full manager, Hammy."

Hamish grimaced. Bradley was in a more sour mood than ever. He decided to pull out his phone, put it on silent, and discreetly cue up the hour long file Alan had sent him. He pulled out his charger and plugged it in near a side table in the office.

"Good to see you too, Bradley. I'll get right on that. Hey, I'm gonna charge my phone in here, because it's almost dead and I know you don't want us having them on the floor in the middle of the day."

Hamish started the file as Bradley just gave a thumbs up, already having turned to a spreadsheet on the office computer. Bradley motioned for Hamish to close the door, and Hamish did just that, as he wouldn't want anyone else to get caught by the hypno file. He then went to scrub down the toilets and floor before getting back to the tedium of packing more orders. After an hour of labor, Hamish decided to check in on Bradley.

As he opened the door, he saw his boss smile up at him, a sight he only saw when Bradley was trying to impress someone above him, though he just seemed to be really happy to see Hamish. Hamish picked up him phone and locked the office door before sitting down on one of the other chairs in the office.

"How's it going there?" Hamish asked, tentatively. "You doing ok?"

"I think so!" Bradley answered in a voice that was still deep like usual, but it was like he wasn't trying to put on a gruff affectation. "I'm just hanging out, I think...."

Bradley paused for a moment.

"Who are you?" Bradley asked, genuine curiosity in his voice before his eyes lit up with excitement. "Are you my owner?"

Hamish was rocked by the question. Unless Bradley was just pretending, that hypnosis file must have really done its job.

"Uh, yeah. I'm your new owner. You obey me now." Hamish said, trying to get into his sometimes fickle Dom headspace.

"Oh, that's good to know, thank you so much, Sir!" Bradley stood up and then got down on his knees in front of the chair Hamish was sitting at. "I am at your service. I am..."

Bradley looked off confused at something.

"I don't know what my name is. Do you know what my name is, Sir?"

Hamish was again taken back by the question, about to just tell him it was 'Bradley'. Then, he thought for a moment and realized this was an opportunity for his 'boss' to get a new start.

"Your name is Bubby, or Bubs for short. My toy needs to have a cute name, doesn't he?" Hamish said, stroking Bradley, now Bubby's hair.

Bubby smiled up at him, happy to be getting praise from his owner. Hamish quickly looked over the instructions that came with the file Alan sent him. Apparently, the first hour after the file was complete was very important for the process. The drone is highly suggestible in the period, and its bonded owner can tell it things about itself that it will believe have always been true. If this thing was going to work, Hamish knew he'd have to be creative and careful.

"Bubs, why don't you take off your clothes? You always prefer to be naked and will only wear clothes if I ask you to."

Bubby removed his polo and slacks, shoes and socks, and finally underwear. He neatly folded them and put them on the floor next to him as he continued looking up at Hamish.

Hamish got a good look at his boss's naked body. Bubby had such a sexy composition of muscle and fat, and while there was little hair on his lower back and legs, the guy had a pretty fuzzy belly and chest. Hamish reached down and touched Bubby's left haunch, but the man recoiled slightly from the touch.

"Sorry Sir! I didn't know how to react. I've never been touched by a guy like that before." Bubby said, clearly embarrassed and a bit uncomfortable, but not wanting to upset Sir.

Hamish realized he hadn't changed Bubby's desires. He was still the same straight guy despite the new programming. Well, he knew how to fix that.

"It's ok Bubby. It's strange that you reacted that way, though. After all, you love when men touch you. It brings you a lot of pleasure. You especially love when I touch you, don't you?"

Bubby gave an open mouthed nod, and gave a pleasant groan when Hamish put his hand back on his side.

"You like when men do more than touch you. You love when hairy, burly men use you like their own personal slutty toy. You were never into women; you only want to be dominated by other men. Especially by me!"

Bubby looked up at him, blushing. He almost looked embarrassed as Hamish pushed his head down to the floor. Hamish was really getting into the role, enjoying seeing his boss submit to him like this. Hamish stood up, and slipped out of his own pants, leaving his work shirt and flannel on.

"Look up at me, Bubs." The man did as he was told. "You are amazing at sucking cock, almost as if you were made to do it. Good thing you love doing it so much, almost as much as you love getting fucked in the ass! You really want to suck my dick, don't you?"

Bubby nodded, mouth beginning to drool. Hamish led the bearded mouth to his cock, and Bubby began giving him the best blowjob he had ever had. Though it was hard to think while a sexy guy gave him stellar head, Hamish wondered how the hypnosis programming was able to actually make this previously straight man so good at giving blowjobs. Bubby made short work of Hamish, and gave a satisfied gasp after swallowing.

"I loved that, Sir! You have a perfect dick!" Bubby was sweaty and exhilarated as he was still on his knees in the shag carpet office. Hamish loved the way he looked down there.

"Damn, that was good! Almost makes me want to keep you!" Hamish said, petting Bubby's face.

Bubby frowned. "I'm not coming to live with you, Sir? Did I do something wrong?"

Hamish realized just then that he might be getting in over his head. How was he going to deal with his permanently zonked boss? Was he going to have to take care of another person? Bubby's sad face looking at him broke Hamish's heart, the former asshole looking like a hurt puppy. Hamish made a decision.

"No I was just wrong. I'm gonna keep ya. I know you won't love it, but I need you to get your clothes back on so I can take you home. Let's take this one step at a time."

---Three Days Later---

Alan rang the doorbell to Hamish's apartment. The door opened, and there stood Bradley in a collar, an apron, and nothing else.

"Alan! Sir told me you'd be visiting this evening. He's in the living room just ahead. I have some more cleaning to do in there before I finish preparing dinner. Could I get you something? Fetch a robe and undress you? Suck your dick, if Sir allows?"

Alan was flabbergasted at the display. The man was a foot taller than him, but carried himself in a way that almost made him seem smaller than Alan.

"No, I'll just go see Ham." Alan said, not sure what else to say.

Bradley bowed and let him in. Alan found Hamish in a soft bathrobe sitting on his leather recliner, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Bradley moved behind Alan, took off the apron, and got down on all fours to begin scrubbing the floor in the corner.

"That's really something," Alan said, looking to Bradley.

"Yeah, that file really did a number on him. Bubby is now my live-in manservant and sex toy. He also 'resigned', and I'm now the only manager at the shop."

Alan smirked at the reversal of roles. It was pretty hot seeing this asshole on all fours. He started to get a little aroused, and Hamish took notice.

"I told you he was hot! How about we tag team him before dinner? I've been wanting to test how he takes having dick in both holes."

Alan just responded, "This is insane," and quickly began taking off his shirt.

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So You Wanna Be A Himbo?

Tumblr deleted this story for one reason or another so here's a repost. I may re-add the pic or something similar and reblog this story, but for now, just going with the text.

Jake was loving his new gym. Every time he went, he left feeling so satisfied and accomplished. In the past, he had always given up on the routine after a couple weeks, always losing interest in spending so much time around weights and other sweaty guys.

Three months ago, a newer friend recommended that Jake check out Dio's Dojo, where they promised to "Unlock your inner Himbo". His friend told Jake that girls love a Himbo, and he'd be sure to get some action after a few months in the Dojo. Jake guessed it wouldn't hurt, so he signed up for a full year, heavily discounted with a "Fresh Meat" deal and referal from his new friend. The deal even came with a new set of headphones, specially designed with working out in mind.

Before, Jake had always felt like the gym was a slog, but time just seemed to fly by at the Dojo. He'd get to a machine, put some music on his headphones, and before he knew it, he was already in the gym showers getting ready to head home. The locker room had always unnerved Jake, but the guys were so friendly that Jake found himself lowering his guard around them. After all, he was one of the bros now.

Now, after three months of regular time at the gym, Jake was starting to see some improvements. His arms were thicker, as were his legs and core. In particular, his ass seemed to have doubled in size, though he honestly thought it looked good on him. A month ago, he'd decided to grow out his beard, finding it coming in thicker than ever before. Jake wasn't really sure if women were noticing him more, but he was liking all of the changes, and the guys at the gym always complimented him on his gains.

A couple days ago, the owner, Mr. Dio, told him how impressed he was with Jake's dedication, and offered some private coaching after the gym normally closed if he was interested. Jake agreed immediately. Mr. Dio was a mountain of a man, two decades older than Jake and a foot taller. He had the build of a powerlifter and a demeanor that radiated charisma, wisdom, and confidence. Something about his long gray beard and thick hairy chest made Jake want to be just like him when he got older.

Jake popped in after closing the next Thursday to find Mr. Dio stretching. He smiled at Jake and began to lead him in some warm ups. The next hour was a little hazy, but Jake knew he was doing a good job. He remembered Dio's praise, saying things like "excellent pace" and "there's a good boy". He remembered Dio's strong yet gentle touch as he corrected Jake's form. His mind cleared as he was sent to the showers, not realizing that his clothes were already gone.

Sir Dio lingered on the younger man's ass as he walked away. The gym owner knew that Jake was the best lay in the whole gym. All the other guys had fucked him while Jake was slowly trained to be the best Himbo he could be. It had quickly become apparent that in Jake's case, this meant being the most submissive bottom bitch Sir Dio had ever seen. It usually took a guy the full year before they turned full gay Himbo even without the hypnotic filter playing in their ears, but Sir Dio was sure Jake only needed six months, especially with some more one on one "coaching". Maybe he could even scoop the man up to be his live in boytoy. There was a lot he could do with someone so suggestible.

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Spring Cleaning 2

Something a little different, but some themes I've been wanting to play with for a while.

It finally happened, the new guy in the friend group you had been crushing on for months finally began to return your casual flirting. You thought Phil wasn't interested in someone a decade younger than him, but one day, Phil invited you to spend the evening with him. When you got there, Phil's dog barked quite loudly at you, but Phil put him upstairs behind a gate once it became clear that Georgie, who Phil adopted only a week ago, wasn't going to leave you alone.

The two of you went out for some food, watched a show for a bit, and then Phil fucked you so hard that you saw stars. Phil was an excellent top and seemed quite kinky, naturally taking the dominant role. You particularly enjoyed being called his 'good boy' throughout the evening. You thought about how this was one of the best hook ups you had ever had as you fell asleep in Phil's bed.

The next morning, Phil got up early, waking you up with the smell of breakfast. You went and sat down in the kitchen and just watched this man with his salt and pepper hair and delicious dadbod cook shirtless in front of you. You were more than pleased at this sight, and doubly so once he put a plate down in front of you. As you both sat down to eat breakfast, you realized just how hungry you were after such an active night. You listened to Phil talk about about philosophy and spirituality as you scarfed down the delicious food he had made.

When you finished, Phil picked up your plate and ruffled your hair with his other hand, saying, "There's a good boy! Glad you liked it! Why don't you hop in the shower quick while I finish cleaning up breakfast? I'll join you when I'm done."

He sent you off with a wink, directing you to the bathroom down the hall. As you passed by the stairwell, Georgie the Schnauzer whimpered down at you, looking pretty pathetic behind the gate. Though Georgie had been very loud last night, he didn't seem to be as worked up this morning. Maybe you could asked Phil to let him out once you were done in the shower? You did like dogs, after all.

As you got into the bathroom, you noticed a nice shower with a second nozzle attached. Likely for bathing Georgie or possibly for cleaning out if you swapped attachments first. As you removed your clothes, you felt something sticky in your hair. Phil must have accidentally left some syrup there when he ran his fingers through it earlier. You'd just have to clean it out once you got in the shower.

You opened the door and stepped into the shower, which will easily fit both you and Phil once he joined you. You started the water and once you find just the right temperature, you closed the door behind you. You soaked in the water for a bit before remembering your hair. You grabbed plain a bottle of shampoo and began to lather it up in your hands before putting it into your hair. It had a very light scent, smelling faintly of coconut, and it gently tingled your scalp and hands. As the suds dripped down your body, the tingling continued wherever the shampoo touched. As you rinsed the shampoo out of your hair and down your face, something felt odd about your hands. It was like they were numb or asleep. You got most of the soap out of your hair and face before opening your eyes to check your hands. What you saw caused you to yelp in surprise.

Your fingers were much shorter somehow, and the nails had darkened and extended into black claws. Your fingertips had grown, flattened, and taken on a rough, dark texture. Little white hairs were starting to grow all over both hands and your thumb was retreating down into just a nub. Your hands were starting to look exactly like the paws of a dog.

As you looked down at your body, you noticed white hair beginning to grow all across your body, with patches of brown hair growing almost out of sight along your back. Your legs began to feel a little unstable, like you had just gotten off of a roller coaster, so you put your hand-paws on the wall of the shower to maintain your balance. You reached up to you face to feel that it covered in more fur than just your light beard. Your realized that your mouth and nose were beginning to jut out from your face. Your nose in particular was taking up more real estate in your vision as it got darker and shinier.

Everything was changing so fast. You tried to call out for Phil, but it sounded more like 'Phaow' as a yip came out of your mouth. You put your paws up to your mouth in surprise, quickly losing balance as you tumbled to all fours. The shower was beginning to look much larger now, as it seemed as though your body was compacting in on itself. What was going on? You continued to call out, sounding more and more like the barks of a small dog. You unsuccessful tried to slide the door open as you heard the bathroom door open.

"Looks like my new pup got himself into a sticky situation! Don't worry, boy, your new owner will make sure you are nice and clean!" Phil's deep voice called out.

You knew something was deeply and awfully wrong, but something about that tone still calmed you down. You stopped pawing at the door as you saw the large shape behind the frosted glass move around as Phil took off his clothing. The door slid open as Phil towered over you, naked and glorious. As scared and confused as you were, Phil was still one sexy daddy.

"Look at you! Looks like you're going to be one cute Jack Russell terrier!" Phil kneeled down to look at you in the face, petting the top of your head. For some reason, you felt yourself lean into the touch. "Here, let's go back and get anywhere you might have missed. I brewed that dog shampoo to be scrubbed in everywhere, not just the top of your head."

Phil's presence and touch calmed you as he poured more of the shampoo you had just used onto your back, rubbing it into the quickly growing fur. You were horrified at what was happening. The hot man you had hooked up with last night was turning you into his dog! You tried to wriggle out of his grasp to escape, but Phil held you tight.

"Now now, boy! It's too late for that!" Phil spoke softly into your ear, which had flopped over and was now covered in brown fur. "Damn, you are becoming such a cute dog! I will miss that hot human body of yours, but I know you'll love being one of my good boys!"

As he held you and the soap seeped deeper into your skin, you began to relax a bit. Something began melting in your brain, like Phil was massaging your soul as he worked the soap across your small, furry body. Phil was reshaping both you and his relationship to you. You began to fall for your new owner harder than you had before. The sexual attraction you had felt slowly disappeared, but that feeling of submission to his domination only grew stronger. You felt like he would protect you, like he would love you, like he owned you.

Phil grabbed behind you, pulling on a nub that had just appeared behind your tailbone. As he did so, you felt a pleasant tug as a tail grew out behind you. You knew you should be trying to resist this change, but when he released it, you felt it wag back and forth behind you, betraying your true feelings.

"There, you are almost done!" Phil said, turning on the second nozzle to rinse you down. "Soon you'll just be my dog. No one is going to remember you as anything else, just like with that boyfriend of yours. You two really are cute together, you know. When I first saw you, I just knew I wanted you both as my new familiars."

'Boyfriend?' You thought to yourself. You didn't have a boyfriend, right? Your brain was slowing, becoming more and more like that of an actual dog, though parts of it remained intact. You continued to understand the speech of your owner, and likely other people. You could still remember your life as a human, though it seemed less and less important by the minute. As you thought back, you started to remember a face, one you had somehow forgotten. It was the face of a man. He was very scruffy with a big beard and unruly hair. You remembered him holding you, looking at you lovingly. From a memory in what seemed like another life, you realized you had forgotten someone very important to you. You couldn't remember their real name, but for some reason, you kept thinking about the name 'Georgie'.

Done rinsing you off, Phil turned off the water and quickly stepped out. You instinctually shook yourself as most of water flew off your little furry body. Phil wrapped a towel around you and picked you up in his arms. He felt so large and you felt so small as he turned you towards the bathroom mirror. There, in Phil's arms, you saw an adorable little Jack Russell Terrier, not a puppy but still quite young. You were unsure how to feel when you realized that was you, but your tail wagged under the towel regardless.

"Such a good boy!" Phil said, petting you softly, causing your tail to wag even harder. "Let's give you a new name, because you aren't going to remember the old one. I think you look like a 'Lucky'. What do you think?"

Though you still could hazily recall much of your old life, you realized that your own name was gone from your mind. 'Lucky' seemed like a fine name, doubly fine as it came from your favorite human. Phil held you for a bit longer to make sure you were nice and dry, before he took you out of bathroom. Phil was humming a tune as you were carried up the stairs and set down behind the gate at the top. You looked around, the halls looking much different from your new vantage point. You began to sniff at the air, when you smelled a strangely familiar scent. You heard the patter of another set of paws as a Schnauzer appeared from behind an open door. As you caught sight of each other, you both barked and excited ran towards each other.

You were overcome with emotions, a forgotten heartbreak, deep love, and confusing feelings of a sexual nature. Georgie was bigger and fuzzier than you, but you remembered that wasn't anything new. As you both sniffed at each other, you knew that even in a different forms with different names, this dog was your lover and partner.

Though not with words, Georgie managed to communicate with you. He tried to scare you away last night, not the same fate to befall you as it had him. Now that you were a dog like him, however, he was overjoyed to be with you again. You apologized for not remembering him after he went to have a casual hook up with the hot bear they had both been interested in for months. You had been a little jealous, but you just wanted your man to have a good time. Little did either of you know at the time that your new owner had something else in mind for the two of you.

Phil chuckled as he looked down at the two of you. He knew you were both going to be very helpful in his craft and he'd always wanted pets. In talking to other witches he'd learned that transfigured humans always made excellent familiars, and the bond was particularly strong if the familiar was already interested in you. When he found you two adorable saps falling over yourselves to sleep with him, Phil knew you would be just who he was looking for. He just needed to lure you in one at a time to make sure you were both alone when he bonded you so there wouldn't be any complications.

"You boys have fun with each other! I have a few errands to run, but I'll take you two out for a walk when I get back." Phil said, realizing he'd made a mistake when you and Georgie began jumping up excitedly at the gate. "Alright, alright! I can stay a little longer and take you out now. You're both such good boys, after all!"

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Spring Cleaning 1

I've been trying to find inspiration for stories, and I've always enjoyed pictures of men in showers soaping up and getting clean. Just an excuse to get dirty again of you ask me ;)

Going to try some captions this spring around that theme, just to spur creativity within a little restriction. Hope you enjoy!

Mitchell was out camping with some buddies in the middle of a warm week in May. When they first got there, Mitchell found it strange how many of the other campsites were taken up by rowdy groups of big, hairy, old men. Maybe there was some kind of event going on?

As they walked around the campsite looking for a spot to put up their tent, Mitchell saw a few rainbow flags and shirts with "Daddy" spread across the chests of the other campers. There was obviously some kind of gay dude event happening at the campsite. Nothing wrong with that, Mitchell thought to himself, he'd leave them alone if they left him and his friends alone.

They set up camp far away from the main collection of tents, and the afternoon drifted into evening and then night. Mitchell was having a great time with his buddies as they cooked out and told stories about college, where most of them met a few years ago. Occasionally, they would hear a laugh from the larger group in the center of camp, but they were otherwise undesturbed during the night.

The next month, Mitchell decided to get up a bit early to get a shower in. He walked into the facilities building back near the campsite's entrance and found it to be much nicer than expected. It had many individual shower stalls, a small gym, a sauna, communal showers, and complimentary soaps. He passed several old men coming in and out, a few of whom were not wearing any clothes at all, and quickly walked to one of the individual stalls.

The shower was much more spacious than it had any right to be for a campsite shower. There was a bench on the back wall and a closed section before the shower where you could change. Mitchell set his bag down, stripped off his clothes, and started the gentle cascade of water down onto his body.

As he grabbed the body wash, he didn't notice the thick body hair that grew in under the lather of soap, and when he wiped it away, he was enjoying the warm water so much that he just didn't notice the change. He worked shampoo into his long wavy hair, and it began to turn gray and shorten. When he rinsed out the second round of shampoo, the hair disappeared with the suds down the drain, leaving the top of his head bare and smooth. Mitchell finished by washing his face, wrinkles forming as he rubbed his skin and a white beard bristled up on his previously cleanshaven jaw.

As he soaked in the water, a sense of bliss washed over him. His body thickened with muscle and heft, and he gained several inches, both in height and length. Mitchell looked several decades older and his brain adjusted itself to match. Instead of the average 27 year old guy who walked into the shower, Mitchell had the mind and body of a 63 year old powerlifter. As Mitchell finished his shower and looked at his reflection in the changing both, he finally saw that he looked much different. He was startled by the transformation, but he oddly felt as though this was how he should look. Strong, hairy, and sexy. A real daddy of a man.

His mind processed the new thoughts, realizing he found his new body to be very hot, and thinking back to the men he passed earlier, he found many of them attractive as well. Without putting on any clothes, he left the single shower and walked over to the locker room where he found a group of sexy men sitting around and talking to each other. The men were all older like he was now, and all were some combination of big, hairy, bald, and bearded.

Mitchell stood nearby listening for a moment, but one of the men called him over. The men each introduced themselves to him and asked if he was new since none of them recognized him. They gave a hearty laugh when Mitchell confirmed that yes, it was his first time. He felt like asking why he looked different now and why he wasn't all that concerned, but one of the men, a shorter, chubbier brown-skinned man with a big gray beard, answered his question before he asked it.

"Oh, you must be one of those boys we saw walk across camp last night, right?" Mitchell nodded and the man continued, "I'm Dinesh. It is a pleasure to meet you and welcome you to our secret little brotherhood at this campsite. You see, the water here is magical. It transforms anyone who drinks or bathes in it into a bear of a man, just like you are now. The water tends to make a fella look and act much older, seems to prefer the daddy types, though it doesn't take any actual years off your life. You still have many years to enjoy that sexy fucking body, my friend!"

Mitchell was still confused, but any interested in finding out more or trying to undo the change was outweighed by a hunger he had been feeling since he left that shower. He hadn't ever found a man attractive before, but the men around him were just so hot that his dick couldn't help but get hard. He tried to hide it, but Dinesh, who was still sitting next to him, just asked if Mitchell would like him to take care of that. Mitchell just nodded his head to agree as the man swallowed his now massive cock with no trouble. Seeing that it was time for a little fun, the other men began playing with each other. Two big hairy daddies straddled Mitchell, making out with him and touching all over his body, as Dinesh kept working his shaft and balls. In a few minutes, it was too much to take, and Mitchell exploded in the mouth of the man greedily bobbing up and down on his dick.

Mitchell gave a big sigh of gratification as Dinesh eventually made his way up and straddled the larger man he had just blown. Mitchell, Dinesh, and the other two men all made out for a while, rubbing their beards together while firmly caressing each other. When the action started to calm down, Mitchell remembered he had left his bag back in the shower and also needed to wash off again. He invited the other three men to join him, and they gladly went with him.

On the way to the shower, Mitchell noticed one the friends he came camping with walking into the facilities building and nervously making his way into one of the showers. As Mitchell looked completely different, his friend didn't recognize him, and he quickly averting his eyes away from the massive exposed cock between the hairy daddy's legs. Mitchell smiled, realizing that he and his camping buddies were about to get much closer.

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Tyson knocked on Nick's apartment door. He was worried about the guy, as no one else in their friend group had heard from him in over a week. Tyson knew he was going through it after Miranda broke up with him last month, but it wasn't like Nick to retreat like this. So, when Nick messaged Tyson to ask him to come over, he knew he had to check in on his friend.

Tyson heard the door unlock before it swung open. The man standing in the doorway wasn't Nick, but someone else entirely. While Nick was in his mid 20s like Tyson, this guy was at least a decade older. Nick was cleanshaven, lean, and average height, whereas this man had a beard, a bit of a gut, and was a few inches taller than Tyson, who was already pretty tall at 6'3". The man did resemble Nick quite a bit, but clearly wasn't him.

"Oh!" Tyson said with a start, "I must have the wrong apartment. I'm looking for a Nick Perry."

"Nah, you got the right place, bub." The man said, voice deep and warm. "I'm, uh..., his brother... John. Yeah, John. Nick went out to go grab something. He should be back soon. He said ya were coming over. Come on in!"

Tyson didn't know Nick had any siblings, but it's not like he talked about his own sister too often. Tyson could see the family resemblance, as John looked a lot like an older, taller, hairier Nick. Tyson followed the man into the apartment.

Tyson had been expecting a disaster, but the place looked clean and tidy. There was a slight smell of nicotine in the air, but not like that of a regular cigarette smoker. There were little changes to the apartment that made it seem less like a bachelor pad and more like that of a functional adult. The pin ups on the wall had been replaced with landscape paintings, the table was clear for once, and as he peeked into the kitchen, he saw that the dishes weren't stacked high waiting in vain to be clean. Was Nick finally getting his shit together?

"Hey, do ya wanna beer?" John asked, opening up the fridge.

"Yeah, sure. I'll take one." Tyson responded, still taking in the small changes since the last time he'd been over to Nick's to hang out.

John passed a cold can to him. The label said "Honey Bun" and it was made by Cave Brewery. Nick had always been a cheap beer guy, but Tyson liked a nice craft brew. Looked locally made too. He sat down on an old recliner before cracking it open to gave it a taste. It was a nice honey ale, not too sweet but not too bitter.

"Damn, this shit is good!" Tyson said, looking at John, "Did you buy this, because I know Nick wouldn't?"

"Yeah. I got it from a place in town. Tried it last week at a bar and it rocked my world." John said, following Tyson back into the living room. "Though, Nick seems to really like it as well. He's changed a lot since you last saw him."

"Yeah? What's been going on with him?" Tyson took another sip and it felt quite warm in his stomach despite being cold and crisp to the taste. "Today was the first I'd heard from him since his crash out last week."

"That's partly why I'm here. Showing Nick what it means to be a better person." John said, then he looked directly at Tyson, "I can show you what it means to be a real man too, Tyson."

Tyson stopped mid sip, startled by the change in tone. He looked up at the tall man who was now standing over him.

"What does that mean?" Tyson asked, recoiling from the man in front of him, though he was starting to feel a little hazy. His chair was just so comfortable.

"You should just finish that beer, bub. I'm looking forward to what comes next." John reached out and grabbed the half empty can. "Here, let me help you!"

Tyson found himself unwilling to resist as John slowly poured the beer down his throat. As strange and invasive as it felt, Tyson was surprised at how intimate it was, despite it being another man he was sharing the moment with. John was looking down at him, smiling, and Tyson maintained eye contact as he continued to swallow the frothy beverage. His stomach felt warmer and fuller, and his shirt started to feel tight on his body. After the last few drops entered Tyson's mouth, John set the empty can aside and leaned down to give Tyson a fuzzy kiss on the mouth. Tyson opened his eyes wide in surprise but didn't resist the man on top of him. Tyson knew he wasn't gay, but something felt right about the way he was being touched.

As he broke off the kiss, the large man smiled and said, "I think it's time to be honest with ya, bub. I don't have a brother. I'm actually just Nick. Good to see ya!"

Tyson's eyes were still in shock as he looked up at the man claiming to be his friend. There was a loud gurgling sound coming from his belly that interrupted his thoughts. He was very clearly swelling in his midsection, so much so that his belly could be seen through the strained buttons.

"Nick?" Tyson said, almost in a whimper. "What happened to you?"

"I got better, and you're gonna be better too! Here let me help you with that."

Nick began to undo the buttons on Tyson's shirt, revealing a rapidly growing belly on Tyson's smooth, previously quite fit, torso. Nick began to slowly rub Tyson's belly, and wherever he brushed, brown hair began to bloom. Tyson knew that this was wrong, and that he should get up and flee Nick's apartment, but he couldn't summon the willpower to get out of the cozy chair he was in. It just felt so nice to be touched by this man. As Nick brushed against one of his nipples, Tyson gave a small moan as a jolt of pleasure rippled through his body.

"Looks like these puppies are sensative!" Nick said excitedy as he pulled Tyson's hands up to each nipple. "Why don't ya tweak these for a bit while I finish ya up?"

Tyson just nodded as he lightly pinched the tips, causing more pleasure to flow through him. While his belly had grown first, his chest also began to thicken up along with his arms, as though the feedback from the circuit of pleasure was causing him to fatten up. Nick diverted attention away from Tyson's now quite hairy belly and chest, and cupped his friends lower face in his hands. He leaned in for a kiss as Tyson's face tingled. When Nick pulled away, a thick beard had grown over previously cleanshaven skin.

"Alright bub, yer looking like one hot bear. Let ol' Nick tell ya what happened." Nick said, stroking his furry cheek as Tyson looked up at him, needy as a puppy. "Last week, I went to a bar, feeling all down in the dumps. The bartender, right bear of a fella, asked me what was up and I told him about my troubles with girls and love. He said he'd fix me up, right as rain, all I needed was the right drink. He was right. Took me to the back, shaped me into a new man, and sent me on my way with a slap on the ass and a free six pack o' booze."

Nick slipped his pants and then underwear off, and then lifted up his shirt, exposing his own quite hairy belly.

"I've hit him up a few times, and he's a great bud and a good lay. I'll make sure to introduce ya to him, bub. He's gonna love ya." Nick bopped Tyson on the nose and ruffled his hair. "Unfortunately, we both wanna take that dominate role the sheets, so that's were you come in."

Tyson kept pinching and twisting his nipples, moaning loader as he stared at Nick's body and cock. He writhed in the chair, mind scrambled from waves of euphoria.

"Now, to make you into my new subby little bear. Get on your knees, boy!"

Tyson barely stopped touching his nipples, but sank to his knees in front of Nick's cock. Nick pressed down on Tyson's shoulders, and Tyson felt his body contract on itself. His torso, legs, and arms all lost length as they bulked up in weight even further. Additional bulk went into Tyson's ass, making it round and jiggly. When Nick was done pressing, Tyson was over a foot shorter, and perfectly positioned as Nick pushed his mouth onto the dick in front of him. Tyson began to bob on it as he kept playing with his titties.

"Since yer my new sub, how about ya give me half of yer dick size. It's not like you'll need it anymore, bub." Nick said, between his own moans and grunts. "Don't worry though. You'll know how to take my new size."

Tyson's above average dick began to retreat into him, stopping at around three to four inches in length. Meanwhile, the cock in his own mouth grew and grew, though he never felt the need to stop. Tyson felt small and weak under the large man, but something about that kept his stubby cock sprung to attention.

"Oh man, that mouth of yours is amazing, bub!" Nick was grunting louder, clearly moving towards release. "I'm sure that ass of yours is great as well. I wanna keep you around bub. How about I make you my new boyfriend? You'd like that, wouldn't you? Oh fuck! I'm gonna, I'm gonna..."

Jizz filled Tyson's mouth as Nick released into it. Tyson tweaked his own nipples harder in response, which caused his own much smaller eruption onto the carpet. After swallowing, he looked up at Nick, handsome dominant Nick, smiling down at him and knew he wanted to belong to him.

Nick got down on the floor next to his now much smaller friend and held him close as they both leaned on the chair. Tyson felt safe and warm in Nick's arms. His new boyfriend scooped him up and held him close. As Nick looked down at the chubby little fucktoy bear boyfriend he turned his buddy into, he thought about who else he could give one of those beers to.

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Assistant Coach Murphy was sitting in his office when he got an email that made him furious. That hard ass of an English professor was failing two of his players and they were going to be put on academic probation for the rest of the semester. Coach Murphy knew that Jefferson fucker had it out for the athletics department. He always taught one of the General ED literature classes and wasn't willing to let flagging athletes just pass through his class like most of the professors.

Last semester, Jefferson almost failed three members of the team, and when Coach Murphy told the head coach to do something about it, he just waved it off. "Better not to poke that bear," he said, "Just tell the guys to bring up their grades." After prodding the three young men, two of them were able to bring their grades up, but the last guy, one of the better linemen on the team, had to be let go this semester with a review in the fall depending on his academic performance this spring.

Coach Murphy knew he had to take matters into his own hands. He knew how to handle flamboyant know-it-alls. It had been over two decades since he'd been in his frat, but with his large frame and strong arms, he'd been the one to kick chubby nerds out of house parties. Mr. Jefferson just needed to be shown who the boss was at this school.

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Mr. Eric Jefferson was sitting at his desk when Assistant Coach J. Murphy barged into his office, not even knocking. Mr. Jefferson looked up from his lesson plan at the very tall, very irritated looking man.

"Coach Murphy, it's common courtesy to knock," Mr. Jefferson dryly, "Anything I can help you with?"

The coach stared at the chubby man with a scruffy beard and a piercing in his upper ear. Both men were in their early 40s, peers in age and position at the university. Mr. Jefferson actually thought the coach was very hot physically, but the clearly heterosexual coach had a wedding band on and there was plenty of gossip about how much of an asshole he could be, yelling awful things at his players after practice or games when they didn't meet his standards.

"Yeah, jackass, there is," the coach said, his anger causing the words to froth out of his lips. "I got a report that you have Fredrickson and Rivera marked as failing the class you teach. Surely there's been some kind of mistake. I'm here to clear things up and get my guys back on the field."

Coach Murphy took a step towards the desk, widening out his stance to appear threatening. He was trying to be threatening, so he was filled with confusion when the smaller, tubby professor just laughed at him.

"Those two? Listen, Mr. Murphy..." Professor Jefferson started but was cut off.

"That's Coach Murphy."

"*Coach* Murphy." Jefferson repeated, eyes rolling. "The grades I give out are the ones each student earns. Let's see here..."

The professor stood up, an average 5'10" but still a head shorter than the coach. He pushed past the taller man and opened a file cabinet and quickly pulled out two folders. He waved the coach to sit down at the chair in front of his desk and he reluctantly did so. Professor Jefferson went back to his desk and opened both folders. He didn't sit down, instead he leaned over the files, getting close to the coach.

"Here are the two student's files. As you can see here, the midterm is a large part of the grade, as is the final exam. Both of your boys bombed that midterm, and refused to do any of the three bonus assignments I've offered so far this semester. Fredrickson also has taken a hit in attendance with how many classes he has missed."

As the professor leaned in, Coach Murphy noticed the cologne the other man was wearing for the first time. It was spicy, woody, and musky, more masculine than the coach would assume from a man like this. He took in the grade breakdown as Jefferson leaned over him. It was clear that all of the numbers were in place. Coach Murphy did not care.

"Nah, I'm not buying it. You're failing my boys on purpose." The coach looked up at the professor, snarling. "A guy like you is jealous of studs like us. There's gotta be something fucked about that midterm."

Jefferson just laughed again. "That's an interesting story you are telling yourself there, coach. The only thing fucked is how little support our department gets. I haven't even been assigned a TA to help with grading for this class."

Coach Murphy was starting to feel a little lightheaded as the smell of Jefferson's cologne seemed to be intensifying somehow. Something was wrong. Why was he listening to this nerd's excuses?

"So, it sounds like you just made a mistake, Jefferson." Coach Murphy said, puffing himself up to try to regain some control of the situation. "Their midterm scores were actually good enough for them to avoid probation. I can even pull some strings to get you that TA. I've got a lot of pull with the board, you know. And they don't even need to know about you banging the last one."

Mr. Jefferson's sly smile faded. His last TA was a bright young man who he had helped get a recommendation for a program at another institution. While they were both openly gay, Jefferson kept clear boundaries between them both. Still, he was sure there were rumors.

"It sounds like you know the power of a good story, Assistant Coach Murphy. One that feels true, regardless of whether or not it actually is." Jefferson loomed over the larger but seated man. "Stories shape who we are, you know. The stories others tell about us. The stories we tell ourselves..."

Coach Murphy stood up and, in a voice that was both quiet and booming, hissed, "Shut up, you concieted gay-ass fucking weirdo. This is your last chance, will you change those grades or do I need to ruin your reputation?"

Jefferson looked up at the coach, like a cat looking at a mouse. He was ready to pounce.

"I guess you are right. I am fucking my TA. The young man didn't know what hit him. He fell head over heels for his older, more experienced professor." Jefferson was laying it on thick, spinning a web of a story to catch a buzzing fly. "And I, deciding to help the boy out and have a little fun for myself, played into it. It's a real fun time being his daddy, you see."

Coach Murphy looked down at the rambling man as they were almost face to face. He was unsure if he should push Jefferson away and just get out of there, or let the man further implicate himself. That smell, it kept getting stronger and stronger. And more intoxicating.

Jefferson continued, "You did get one detail wrong, though. I'm not talking about my last TA. I'm talking about my current one. He's in the room with me now. My boy's name is Jared. Jared Murphy."

Murphy felt himself dissociate, his consciousness almost pushed aside by the sheer force of Professor Jefferson's will. He immediately sat back down in the chair as he was mesmerized by the eyes of the man standing over him. He just wanted to hear the rest of the story. His story.

"Jared was a cute thing, plump and hairy like any good cub. At 24, he was done growing, just barely hitting five feet tall."

The coach shifted in front of Jefferson, getting smaller and softer. His athletic clothes shifted to fit his smaller size, but his ballooning belly peeked out of the bottom of his polo. The man's wrinkles smoothed as anger was replaced with confusion.

"What the hell are you doing to me? This isn't me!" Murphy said as his voice got higher and cracked a little.

"But it is, my little Jarebear." Professor Jefferson said, voice softening yet still firm. "You're a smart guy, but you can't help but act like a dumb cub around your daddy."

"I...I...yes sir..." Murphy said, his will faltering. The smell was too much. He wanted it on him. He wanted it in him.

Professor Jefferson ruffled the cub's hair and stood up tall. He stepped away a couple of feet before pulling down his pants and showing the young Jared his own big bear ass.

"Well cub, I think you have a lot of work to do."

Jared got down on his knees, ready for some fun with his hot Daddy Professor before they got back to grading.

**********

Two months later....

Jared woke up in a bed that wasn't his. It had been a couple years since he'd been in the dorms. At least, he was pretty sure that was the case. He'd spent the night with his new boyfriend, a student from the class he was a TA for. After a few one on one office hour visits, it turned out that Luis Rivera, a senior underclassman on the football team, was bisexual and facied short and chubby Jared Murphy. Jared asked his daddy if it was ok to date a student, but Eric just laughed and told him he had no room to talk when it came to blurring those lines. The professor just advised them to keep their activities under wraps until after Luis passed the class, which was almost guaranteed after getting so much help.

Jared looked over at the still sleeping Luis, giving him a kiss on the forehead before taking a picture to send to his daddy. That old perv sent him a dick pic back with the caption, 'I got some work for you when you come into work today'. Jared sent another picture of himelf and his ass, captioned, 'On it sir!' It wasn't always easy dating two people, but Jared loved all the time he got with his boyfriend and with his daddy.

He felt like he used to be a much more angry and controlling person before Mr. Jefferson stepped into his life. Jared poked that bear, and that bear made him into his cub. Jared wanted nothing more that to be that older man's obedient little slut. After all, Mr. Jefferson was the boss!

[4bears]

[bugbear-emporium]

My phone buzzed with a notification, and I sighed in frustration when I saw the text. It was Landon, the guy I hired last minute to DJ for my sister's wedding ceremony last week. I didn't know what that short scruffy loser wanted now.

The message read, "Hey dude, you still haven't paid the $500 you owe after the deposit."

I rolled my eyes. This fucking guy. Showed up only an hour early after I told him to be there two hours before, mixed in music that nearly gave my grandmother a heart attack with those foul lyrics, and the guy kept staring at me with a strange smirk on his face. Of course I wasn't going to pay this fat weirdo the rest of that outrageous amount. I decided to just ignore the message. I got another message a few minutes later.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you pay in cash, you fucker. I know you're seeing these. If you don't venmo me that $500 in one hour, there will be consequences. Permanent ones."

I paused at that for a moment. Was he threatening to hurt me? I know he didn't know my address and I didn't sign a formal contract, so there wasn't anything he could do to me in the courts.

Against my better judgement, I texted back, "Yeah? Why don't you just fuck yourself!" before blocking his number.

An hour later, I got a text message from an unknown number that read: "Thought you might block me, asshole. You obviously aren't gonna pay me, so now you owe me. Now I own you."

I looked at the message more confused than scared. As I went to block this new number, another message came in. Curiousity got the better of me as I went back to read it.

"See, I've been needing another set of hands to help me out with all the odd jobs I do. Someone obedient, strong, dependable, and hot as hell. You're not ugly or anything, but your cleanshaven, conservative vibe sucks major donkey dick, dude. Besides, there's only one guy I can trust to help me, and that person is myself."

Did I hire a fucking homo for my sister's wedding? That creep must have been checking me out the whole time! As I finished reading this insanity, another message quickly appeared.

"So, I guess you'll just have to become me. Gotta make you a lot dumber so you know which of us is the Boss, but trust me, you'll be much happier as me. Much sexier too! I'm excited to fuck that fat ass of mine!

"You may be asking, 'How the hell is this handsome devil gonna do that?', well all it takes is one look at this little cursed .png, and you can say bye bye to Mr. Stingy and hello to Landon 2."

This was so stupid. I almost closed the messages app, but as I went to do so, an image loaded in the chat. There was Landon wearing nothing but a jockstrap and a backwards baseball hat. He had even more gross tattoos than I had seen the other night and fucking pierced nipples on his man boobs. His big belly was covered in hair and on full display. Landon was smiling at the camera, his mouth topped by a thick mustache and surrounded by stubble. I knew I should have been disgusted by a fat hairy man sending me a picture that was one step removed from a nude, but I just couldn't look away.

His bright gray eyes kept drawing me in. I almost felt suspended in the air by their mirth. His strong limbs and hairy body seemed to hold a masculinity I had always been jealous of in others. The idea of getting tattoos like that seemed like a freedom I'd never really felt before. As I continued to stare, my mind started to get blurry. I lost track of time and was pulled along by something larger than myself. I found myself walking to a mirror in my bedroom as I took off my shirt and gazed at my reflection.

My body quickly changed as my thin frame bloated with fat and muscle. My arms, legs, and torso all got shorter and thicker as I went from a respectable 6'1" to a mere 5'0" just like that fucking DJ. I felt a light pinch on my nipples as two little barred piercings appeared in them. An invisible pen dragged across my increasingly hairy skin as exact duplicates of Landon's tattoos appeared across my body.

Despite the fuzziness in my head, I was horrified. My face also looked horrified, at least for a moment. It soon bloated out as a beard covered the lower half of it. A dumb smile spread across my mouth and my nose got thick and round above it. My wavy blond hair darkened and shorted into a thick but short buzz cut.

In less than a minute, I was almost an identical copy of Landon. Only my eyes were unchanged. I felt immense pressure on my mind, like my consciousness was getting smaller and smaller. Suddenly, my body spoke, Landon's deep, sleezy voice coming out of my transformed mouth.

"Come on, already! I'm so much better as Landon. I used to suck ass, and not in the fun way. Just give in! Just give in! Just give in!"

I was chanting as I began to rub my belly. I felt the other me, I felt Landon. I was so simple, so easily pleased. I began to be aroused, just looking at my hairy belly. My dick started to harden. I tried to fight it, to stop looking, but it was no use. I stopped chanting and leaned in to look at Landon's face staring back at me for a moment.

Then I said, "Obey the Boss. He owns me. I am his helper and toy. Forget my old self. I am Landon now."

I began to jerk myself off through the jockstrap, just looking at myself as I repeated that mantra over and over again. My sense of self couldn't handle it, the onslaught was too much. In less than two minutes, I came and my eyes turned gray.   The last of that loser who stiffed the Boss was gone. I whooped and hollered as I unblocked the Boss on the phone next to me. I sent him a sexy pic, which he promptly liked and sent back, "much better look for you, boy!"

I blushed as I texted the Boss my address. This asshole's house was much nicer than our current apartment, so it was obviously the Boss's now. As I looked around, I saw a neatly made bed, and got excited at the idea of the Boss fucking me on it.

I went out and explored the house, making my way to the kitchen. God, the old me had awful taste in snacks! I made a plate of cheese, crackers, and stale chips before sitting down to watch some shitty reality TV. After 15 minutes, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find the hottest man I had ever seen. Me!

"Holy shit, you're so much better than I ever could have hoped for!" The Boss said as he aggressively kissed me and grabbed my ass. He set the beers he brought on the counter before he pulled me to the couch, quickly ripping off all of our clothes. He got me on my back and pulled my legs up as he looked down at me. He paused for a moment to admire his dumb, obedient clone, who was staring up at him like he was my whole world.

He smirked, "Much better use for a rich asshole like you. Should have paid up, but I know we're both happier you didn't, isn't that right, boy?"

I nodded enthusiastically as the Boss teased his own hole with his dick.

"Now, I think it's time I do what you suggested and 'fuck myself,'"

[hello-bulldog]

[bugbear-emporium]

Your roommate came storming into your bedroom, not even knocking on the door first. Before you could even turn to look at him, he began to yell at you.

"What the fuck did you do to me? I know this was your fault, your gay-ass bitch!"

As you turned, you saw him, looking dramatically different than he had when you saw him earlier that morning. He was nearly twice his previous size, both taller and with a hell of a lot more beef on his body. A now very hairy belly poked out from under his strained shirt. A thick beard covered his face, obscuring his angry frown and making him look quite adorably grumpy. The lump in the front of his pants was noticably bigger, framed by thick legs. Your roommate looked like he was in his 30s, despite both of you being 23, having graduated college last year. All together, your know-it-all, straight athletic white dude of a roommate was now a fucking hot bear.

As you looked at him, you just laughed in his face as you said, "Oh man! This one's on you, roomie!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, looking up as if in thought, though you knew those gears were slowing down quickly.

"I've told you so many times to stop stealing my food without asking. So, I decided to set a trap for you. That half a burrito you just ate was laced with something special I got from a friend of mine. He's actually a witch if you'd believe it, a big hairy bear of a man just like you are now."

"That's...not... possible," your roommate said as his expression turned from anger to confusion. He looked down and then abruptly asked "Why am I so horny?"

"Well, I was getting tired of all of the gay jokes from you ever since I came out. I thought you might like to know what it's like to be gay for a bit. That's why I had my friend tailor it to turn you into a bear. I fucking love bears."

"Shit, I can't be gay! What would the guys say if they found out?" He was panicked as he looked up at you. "Why are you taking your shirt off?"

You peeled off your work polo, revealing your own hairy belly. You were a few inches shorter than your roommate even before he grew in size, but he looked at you almost as if you towered over him.

"It's ok, this isn't permanent. It should wear off in 24 hours..."

He looked relieved as he sat down on your bed. "Oh, that's good!" He said, smiling up at you.

You peered down as you put a finger on his chin to maintain eye contact. You continued, "That is, unless you cum anytime in the next 24 hours. Then you'll be a big dumb gay bear permanently."

Fear rushed to his face as you firmly pushed him so he was lying down on your bed with you on top of him. As you looked at his fuzzy face and dazed eyes, it was obvious he was conflicted, torn between kissing the cute cub on top of him or trying to get away to resist the temptation. You decided to make the decision for him as you went in for a deep, sloppy kiss. Your roommate was stunned for a moment, but soon began putting his hands all over as you made out for some time. As you broke the kiss, the thick hairy bear of a man in your bed was sweaty, red in the face, and breathing deeply. He just looked up at you, becoming increasingly enamored with the guy who had been barely a friend just moments ago. His face showed none of the anger he had felt earlier, it all being swept away along with the majority of his intelligence.

He paused in thought for some time before he finally said, "I think I want to fuck you? Your butt is really hot all of a sudden."

You smile as you get off of him and lay down next to him with your ass up in the air. You look over at him and say, "Get at it, big guy! There's lube on the night stand."

He got up an into position above your ass before remembering what you just said about the lube. He grabbed it and with your help, began the process of getting your hole ready to take his dick. When you were nice and loose, you then told him to get his bear cock in you as he stripped naked and got on top of you to begin pounding your ass for all it was worth. He grunted and growled like an animal as you took his thick cock. It was the perfect size for you, the kind of dick you'd never get tired of. In a a few minutes, you knew that dick would be around for a while as the hairy beast on top you grunted loudly and came deep inside you.

He fell off to the side as you both took a moment to recover. You both breathed deeply before he started laughing.

"Fuck, I guess I fat and gay now. Damn, that was hot, dude!" He said looking over at you. "Can we do that again sometime?"

As you looked at the handsome oaf looking at you, you almost were happy he stole that food from you.

"Of course we can, big guy!" You said, knowing that your living situation just got a hell of a lot better.

[ososmadurosbearsdaddies]

[bugbear-emporium]

Inspired by a comic by Murrcat on Bluesky

Samuel Harris was relaxing at his house one Wednesday evening, browsing Grindr to potentially find some young guy to hook up with later in the week, when he got a text from his bar friend, Silas.

Samuel and Silas were older gay men who both came out later in life and often ran into each other at events at the gay club downtown. Samuel liked Silas well enough and they usually had pleasant conversations when they met up, but they often got a little competitive in the club, going after the same younger men who were looking for a big strong daddy to show them a good time. Samuel knew Silas resented him a bit, as Samuel enjoyed swooping in and stealing the attention of a cute twenty something Silas had been flirting with for the last hour. Last week, Silas had suggested that maybe they should see if a boy wanted to take both of them at the same time, but Samuel just laughed, saying that he wasn't interested in sharing the spoils and that Silas was just being a sore loser. Besides, while Samuel thought Silas was a pretty hot and charming guy, he wasn't interested in hooking up with older guys like himself.

Samuel looked at the message, fumbling with the notifications bar and accidentally opening a link in the text instead of just viewing the preview. This immediately opened another application, an off-brand Snapchat that Samuel had only downloaded because some hot otter wanted to message him through it a couple months ago. Samuel sighed, frustrated at the phone. Despite their similar age, Silas was definitely better at technology and keeping up trends.

Samuel looked at the app, and saw a pop up that said "Apply or Disable AI Filter?" with a 'Yes' and 'No' option. He stared at it for a minute before selecting the 'No' option, and the app responded with a message that read 'AI Filter Applied'. The camera began loading as Samuel tried to get out of the application, but he accidentally pressed the 'Take Picture' button. Silas cursed as the phone kept processing, a blurry image in the background.

A few seconds later, the screen cleared and Samuel saw the face of a really cute cub on the screen. While Samuel tended to prefer otters and jocks, he still really enjoyed fucking a cute cub and he had stolen enough from Silas to know that his friend tended to prefer his boys bulky. Was this some kind of cub image generator? Samuel didn't know a lot about this AI thing, but he knew his daughter would jokingly scold him sometimes when he sent her some image from Facebook that was apparently AI.

He stared at the cub for a few more moments before pressing the 'X' at the top of the screen. Another pop up appeared that said "Would you like to save and apply changes before exiting?" with options for yes and no. Samuel reasoned that he might as well save the picture, so he pressed the 'Yes' option.

Samuel suddenly felt an intense sense of vertigo and disorientation. The room seemed to spin around him as he fell over onto the bed. His body felt strange, tingly and warm, as the world shifted around him. His luxurious bedroom grew smaller, and art from video games and movies appeared on the walls. His king-sized bed became a queen and moved against the wall. Everything changed as his room became a place he didn't recognize.

As he sat up on the bed, he realized that the room wasn't the only thing that had changed. His belly was growing as it also began to lose hair. He looked over to a mirror opposite the bed and saw a cub staring back at him, the same cub from the image in his phone. Samuel stood up an walked to the mirror and noticed that not only was he fatter and younger, he was also quite a bit shorter, maybe a bit taller than five foot instead of the 6'3" he'd been just seconds ago.

Silas! This his doing! He had sent the link! Heart beating, Samuel opened his phone to message Silas, but noticed the chat app was still open. At the top of the list of contacts was Silas himself, likely already imported from the phone's contacts. Right above that, however, was the name 'Sammy' where it had previously read 'Samuel'.

Samuel felt another wave of disorientation, this one more internal. Who was he? Samuel or Sammy? The questions kept coming as his mind split in two, the long life he knew and the shorter life of Sammy. Sammy was 27 and had come out almost a decade ago. Sammy was free to be himself and loved getting fucked and bottoming, even though Samuel had been a strict top. Sammy loved when older men paid him attention and loved being a very good boy in bed for them. Sammy would have loved Samuel. Samuel/Sammy didn't know what to do now that two conflicting lives were in his head.

He went and opened Silas' contact and took at picture of himself looking mad and added the caption, "What the fuck did you do, motherfucker?"

In moments, the post was read and Silas began typing.

"HOLY SHIT! I can't believe you fell for that! Look at youuuuu! You're so cuuuuttttee!"

Samuel was furious, but the flattery immediately got to Sammy. Silas continued typing.

"I was thinking about how much of an asshole you could be in the club, and I thought about how much easier things would be if you were just a subby boy for me instead. You were a hot daddy, but damn you're cute now!"

Samuel typed back, "What the fuck? How is this even possible? How do I reverse this? Fix this"...

Then right at the end, Sammy added the word 'daddy' and pressed send.

"Ohohoho, 'daddy' already? That did a number on you, didn't it boy? As for fixing it, that's not going to be possible. The filter is one way, one time. It also requires you to apply the filter yourself so don't even try to use it on me. Face it, you're just a cute cub now!"

Then Silas sent a picture of his chest and silver beard, thick salt and pepper fur peeking out from an open shirt. In that moment, Samuel became almost entirely Sammy. The cub knew who he had been and still held resentment for what had been done to him, but all he really wanted to do right then was get fucked by the hot daddy he was messaging.

Sammy sent Silas a picture of him looking back at the camera, his ass the primary focus, and added "daddy, come fuck me!" before also sending him the address of the apartment downtown where he now lived.

"Damn, that's such a good look for you, 'old man'. Be there in a few minutes, boy, and then daddy's gonna fuck you alllll night!"

[bugbear-emporium]

Santa Shorts 8

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the streets The men were a'stirring, all under their sheets A figure in red would set male lust aflame Cause ol' Daddy Santa would play his charmed game;

The cubs of the Cave, all snug in tight threads; While visions of papa bears danced in their heads; Some flag with their 'kerchief, and some with muir cap, To look for a man to share long winter's nap,

When all through the town, there arose a gay call Men sprang in their beds, hard from nothing at all Back in the club, among leather and ash, And after den fathers awarded the sash, A guest at the door with a beard of white snow, Leather pants bulge hint to treasures below,

Men drawn to the lot, saw in wonder and fear, a bedazzled sleigh and eight gay-ass rein-deer, That man at the door, so lively and quick, They, all in a moment, had thought of his dick, At the idea alone, one suddenly came, The man whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, David! now, Daniel! now Peter and Victor! On, Corey! on, Caleb! on, Dylan and Hector! To the floor of the Cave where men fuck and they plow Cause if ya didn't like men, you certainly do now!"

Some men turned to leave, put the feelings in coffins But others stayed put, and considered his offer'ns. Those who stayed followed the big man inside, And the Cave made it clear they had nothing to hide. The men of the Cave all welcomed their guests, To find where each fit in, they didn't need tests, The magic would mold them, some younger, most older, But to see Mr. Claus, men stood shoulder to shoulder.

Dressed in leather and fur, from his head to his boot, His clothes were fit snug, like a hug in a suit; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, Dildos fell to the floor when he opened his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! his fat ass, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His fuckable mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a big ol' round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a gay jolly old elf, A cub laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of the head Let the once proud man know he had nothing to dread; Santa spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, He fondled the cubcock, then started to jerk.

After time with the front, he flipped the boy round And giving a nod, down the chimney he bound; Bears sprang from the scene, the daddies gave cheer, This holiday bash was the best of the year! Daddy Claus moaned loudly while reaching the height “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

[bostonbear888]

Mr. Boston Bear 2013 

[bugbear-emporium]

Santa Shorts 7

"Merry Christmas, 'boss'!"

Emmanuel woke up to the voice of Jack, the gay twerp he scolded yesterday for trying to take Christmas eve off. Wait, what day was it? When did he fall asleep? Was he in some kind of box? Jack's voice continued.

"Once so high and mighty, you're just a cute little teddy bear!"

Light entered the space and Emmanuel felt something grab his arms and hold him up. He didn't feel any strain from his shoulders, like he weighed nothing at all. Jack's face loomed large before him. Looking around, a fuzzy lump replaced his torso and his arms ended in soft useless paws instead of hands. He tried to escape, but he was pathetically weak compared to Jack.

"My friend has been teaching me magic, and they gave me a spell to deal with my asshole boss. The next twelve things I say about you become true. I already used one, so let's keep going! Two, forget that old name, your name is Manny."

Manny started flailing around in Jack's arms, horrified at what was being said. It couldn't be true!

"Three, you are very gay, like me, and four, you're always horny, constantly wanting to be used."

Manny's fuzzy head swam. Jack's face was suddenly very handsome, and his leather vest was getting his little felt heart pumping. No, he couldn't be into this freak!

"Five and Six, you're adorably dumb, and you always obey me because of the pleasure it brings you."

Manny's education and experience drained out of his cotton brain, replaced with devotion for a man he had previously despised. Manny suddenly believed Jack deserved everything, especially obedience.

"Seven, you become human or turn back into a bear whenever I say so, no matter what. Become human now."

Manny transformed into his old body, though his expression was much more pleasant than usual. He was wearing a soft bear costume and nothing else.

"Let's get the next three out in one go. When you are human, you're very short, very fat, and very hairy."

Manny's body changed to lose two feet in height, gain 100 pounds, and grow hair everywhere. The bear costume shifted to fit, though his large, hairy belly still poked out. Manny felt strange about the changes, but if Jack liked them, he would too. His dick now back, it began to harden. Jack leaned over his once taller boss, and grabbed his cock through the fabric.

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"All those days I had to hear about how fertile you were and how often your girlfriend was pregnant. You don't deserve this. Eleven, you now have a pussy, with a healthy and fertile womb when you're human."

Manny's dick retreated from Jack's grasp, inverting into a vagina. Manny gasped in surprise and pleasure as Jack gently fingered the opening.

"Finally, Twelve. You quit your job yesterday to be my roommate and toy. They gave me your job, and I gave everyone Christmas Eve off."

Reality rewove around Manny. He would live with Jack, obey him, get bred by him. Manny bucked his hips into the fingers in his pussy, moaning loudly.

"There's a good boy! I'll definitely have to fill you up like this, but I wanna play with the real you first. Become a toy!"

Manny shrank as Jack picked him up. There was still in a hole in Manny's crotch, though the 'pussy' was now made out easily washable silicone. As Jack rubbed lube into the opening, Manny shuddered, feeling pleasure from the stimulation.

"Such a needy little toy. I'll give it to ya, don't you worry! You're the best present ever, Manny!"