BW-TK-004 field test report - A younger guy after a breakup is exposed to a tanktop meant to turn anyone who wears it into a hulking, hypersexual and incredibly dominant muscle bear.
The Circus is Cumming to Town - After a round of drinks Timothy's father in law excuses himself to look for a bathroom. Surely searching in this circus town full of massive, beefy clowns won’t have any untoward consequences, right?
The Long Haul - While out on a work assignment Marcus stops to use the bathroom at an abandoned truck stop. He has no idea what effects this decision might have on his future career.
Well-Aged and Well-Hung - A cursed pipe turns a pair of friends into an older, bearish gentleman and his musclebound butler boytoy during an antique shop visit.
Older caption stories:
Pappy Bear Outbreak - Chapter 1, Chapter 2 - You are waiting for your university lecture to start… except who exactly is this burly, older trucker sitting in your friend’s usual spot?
Vested Authority - An older policeman finds a leather vest inside his locker at the station, is it a silly prank or was there a far more sinister reason behind it?
Puffing Past Your Prime - CEO of a growing social media company receives an invitation to an exclusive club where all members happen to be portly, bearded, pipe smoking gentlemen.
Furry Midnight Haul - Two friends decide to take a quick nap at an abandoned truck stop druing a long drive home, the stay might have much more furry consequences than either of them have anticipated…
The Den - Eddie ventures into an infamous gay leather club in search of his missing roommate. Will he find what he was looking for?
Paw Protocol: Beneath the Hood - A secret service agent begins to suspect that something might be amiss when the senator he’s assigned to protect moves them a remote forest villa.
The Bearded Brotherhood + follow ups (1) (2) (3) - Adam decides to get a haircut before a date with his gf, only the friendly neighborhood barber appears to be gone with some burly, tattooed biker daddy in his place.
Longer stories without pictures attached:
Bearwood Manor - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 - Graham has a power to alter men according to his desires, usually turning them into hefty older bearish gentlemen like himself!
Rawhide Heights - Chapter 1 - Joel couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off… did he always have a mustache? What about those hairy, muscular abs? And what was all this leather stuff doing in his closet?
Bearskin Glade - A recent college graduate on a backpacking trip visits a remote gay nudist colony populated by enormous, hirsute bears with absolutely gigantic cocks.
And in case you are still hungry for more bear themed transformation stuff, you can also visit my Patreon page for some not yet posted and exclusive content!
Now, this sure as hell wasn't the flag he ordered for today, did they send him some fairy shit by mistake? He had to put it up and show everyone what a proud bear he was... wait, what?! The fuck?! Why couldn't he let go of it? His hands, arms, shit... they were growing so much... so huge and hairy!
But of course! Papa Bear's arms had to be big and strong so he could hug all his cubbies! Keep them nice and tight against his chest as he explained to them that there was no need to be ashamed. Nothing felt better than accepting that you were supposed to be a big, furry bear and being proud of it!
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C'mon son, open your eyes... no need to be scared. Daddy just wants to show you something... something that will make yer cock so fucking hard!!! Oh god... Jason, it's just so strong, I'm sorry son, I can't... can't fuckin' think of anything but what a horny muscled garpig yer soon going to make!
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Please, we're really sorry! We didn't know what kind of a bar this was! No, no, that's not what I... Wait, really? You'll let us go if I just drink this beer? Huh, okay... here goes... ugh, what's in this? It's so strong... guys... I... I don't feel so good... o-okay... I'll try to drink the rest...
Aww fuck! This one really hit the spot boys! Got me all horned up too! Huh? Those little twerps? Now, why the fuck would I want to let them leave? Sure as hell not before we've bent them over and had some fun, reckon they need a few brews first though, not like I'm fucking anything without a beard!
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"Shit, my phone, something ain't..." this was the first time you saw it happen. You were out clubbing when Drew got a text from his GF, except he'd just learned that he didn't have a GF anymore. He stood frozen, gasping for help as his chest suddenly started to swell with boundless muscle and fur.
"Fuck, look at him taking two cocks at once! That's my boy!" seconds later Drew was gone, you knew it when you saw his scared face twisting into an evil grin around that gigantic cigar. He already had Max by the neck, shoving the phone up to his eyes, growling at him to look... Oh god, not him too!
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See, bro? Maybe I put up a bit of a show when the guys held me down to put on that suncream but look at all this fur and beef! Not like I'm complaining! And look at you too... they did say that my musk might do it to other guys now. Come closer, I know just where to find some more of that cream...
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@burrcapts.bsky.social — Bluesky
Feels good, doesn't it? One salty load down your throat, then another helping for those sexy growing pecs? Damn, look at this fur go! Soon you're gonna be one, beefy fucker just like me! Gets me hard again just watching it happen. Such a sexy cub... fuck yeah, ready to take daddy's cock again, boy?
What the fuck was this? Why couldn't he move?! He was just flipping through the channels when suddenly this old, fat guy appeared on the screen, said he needed to keep on watching DaddyTube, learn how to be a perfect daddy for his boys. Why was he getting hard? He wasn't... he didn't want to be a...
A fat daddy... a fat, big bellied daddy... that's exactly what all the muscleboys liked! No, fuck! He could feel his stomach getting softer, swelling, mustache covering his upper lip ready to wrap itself around a thick cock. Hngh... yes... this slutty bottom daddy couldn't wait to suck them all off!
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See, bro? Maybe I put up a bit of a show when the guys held me down to put on that suncream but look at all this fur and beef! Not like I'm complaining! And look at you too... they did say that my musk might do it to other guys now. Come closer, I know just where to find some more of that cream...
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@burrcapts.bsky.social — Bluesky
Of course, I didn't tell them where you were hiding after they caught me! Papa would never let them do those things to you too, son! Papa just wants to give you a hug… don't be scared… feel that nice fluffy fur, boy. Mmm… you're going to make such a wonderful fuzzy cub for Papa to cuddle with!
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@burrcapts.bsky.social — Bluesky
Hi, everyone he’s the first chapter of my new Patreon stories, if you liked it, I have just put up the second one with even more horny, furry action! Do check it out:
Hi everyone, here's the second chapter of The Kennel. As the concert hall erupts into chaos and the club's regulars turn into hulking anthro
Greg slowly pushed his way through the mass of hairy, leather clad bodies, the stench of sweat and foul tobacco burning itself up his nose as he tried to scan every face in the dim, hazy room. His chest felt almost unbearably tight, but the smell and the crush of people in the crowd were only a part of the reason... That argument he had with his son last night kept on replaying itself inside Greg’s head over and over, he really shouldn’t have said all those things… that Chase was throwing his life away and not thinking one bit about his future, then nearly threatening to kick him out if he didn’t get serious about his education… maybe not exactly “nearly”...
He wished so badly that he could have phrased that better somehow, but this was his son’s last year in college! Anything he did now was going to affect his whole life moving forward! Sure, his grades were not the worst, but Greg knew that Chase could do so much better! If only he didn’t spend every single weekend night bouncing from one club to another as if he was trying to beat the record for the highest number of attended heavy metal concerts in one’s early twenties. Who knows, he was always such a bright guy that maybe if he’d put his mind to it, Chase might have even made it to valedictorian!
When Greg saw him once again trying to sneak out of the house wearing those ripped jeans and some ratty t-shirt, he simply lost it. And now it’s been almost two days since his son had stormed out without a word, slamming the door so hard that one of the old framed photos of himself fell off the wall and smashed to the ground. Not a single one of Greg’s texts or calls have been returned till now. He had tried calling his son's friends, or at least those scant few that he got to meet over the past few years, but they were either playing dumb or genuinely didn’t know where he might find Chase.
Everyone’s best guess was to just look around in one of the music clubs he always hung out at. But that was definitely easier said than done… as if Greg even knew a single one of those kind of places! He spent practically the whole evening driving around from one side of town to the next, showing off his son’s photo and asking every bouncer, bartender or club goer if anyone there had seen him. Greg wasn’t sure if he should have felt more relieved or disappointed that a good deal of them have actually recognized Chase, even though neither had seen him around today.
Even though Greg always left behind his phone number in case his son turned up later that night, Greg wasn’t entirely sure if he could really trust people dressed like them to behave like responsible adults. Still, little by little Greg found himself beginning to run out of places that the map in his car’s GPS would suggest and he didn’t seem to be getting any closer to finding Chase. He was slowly starting to think about returning home, but the thought of going back to the completely empty house and spending yet another night alone while worrying himself sick seemed like simply too much to bear.
“Fuck off dude…! I don’t know you and I’m sure as hell not going anywhere near that place ever again!”
Greg was just about getting ready to set off for the next spot when he heard a raised, intense voice cutting through the loud music booming from the club’s entrance. It belonged to some young metalhead in his early twenties who might have very well been his son, wearing the same kind of a black t-shirt with a band logo Greg wouldn’t have been able to decipher for the life of him and a pair of torn up jeans. The other person that the younger guy was speaking to was something else entirely though…
Simply put, he was freaking massive, way more than two meters tall if Greg had to guess and while he was also wearing a t-shirt of some metal band, his was stretched over a huge gut with a decent part of it hanging right out from underneath it and covered in a forest of dense, black hair peppered with specks of grey. But even from his car, Greg could see that the man wasn’t all fat. The short sleeves of his t-shirt were completely torn off with frayed fabric strands loosely hanging around, probably the only way he could put the thing on with such enormous biceps the size of a pair of smoked hams!
The younger guy was quickly backing away and looked so freaked out when he found himself pinned against the wall, waving away the smoke from the cigar clenched between the bearded giant’s yellowed teeth. Frankly, Greg’s first thought was to do nothing else but double check if his car door was locked when he saw the type, but as soon as the metalhead said something in his cracking, scared voice about one of his friends going missing in the club that the huge man was talking about, alarm bells began going off inside Greg’s head and he was out of the car and rushing towards the pair in a heartbeat. Could this be what had happened to Chase too?!
As soon as he heard Greg’s footsteps, the giant cursed and turned around, as if he wasn’t expecting anyone else to show up. But just that was enough for the younger man to slip from between the club’s brick wall and the hirsute behemoth’s bulk as he immediately bolted past Greg. Immediately, the hirsute hulk’s face shifted into a frown and Greg was starting to have some major second thoughts about whether daring to approach him was such a good idea. Somehow he seemed even more intimidating up close, completely dwarfing Greg with his immense size, smelling like an old ashtray from even a good few meters away with that unkempt, bushy beard of his visibly matted with tobacco spit and god knows what else. But what was most gruesome and unsettling by far, had to be the guy’s tattoos!
Greg had already spotted them from a good bit away, but only up close could he actually make out what they were depicting underneath all that dense hair which covered the giant’s massive, sprawling arms. Greg had seen plenty of men with them today, the usual fare of nasty flaming skulls and bones, some demon or a half naked pin up girl scribbled in crude ink. That wouldn’t have fazed him one bit by now, but… he really wouldn’t have taken the guy for the type, but the people pictured on them not only weren’t women, but Greg wasn’t entirely sure if he could call them “people” at all! While they were completely naked, showing off their huge and fully erect cocks, sometimes mid stroke, only wearing leather jackets, chaps or harnesses, their faces weren’t human in the slightest!
There was a bear, a bulldog, one had a face of a rhino with his long, thick tongue lolling far out while a hulking, mustachioed gorilla covered completely in silver fur fucked him from behind. Every last one of them smoking huge, thick cigars like the guy in front of him was doing himself! Greg let out a shocked gasp when he realized that he could only make out the horny grin on the beast’s face so perfectly well because the bearded giant’s protruding gut was now just mere inches away from his own chest.
Greg's mouth had gone completely dry and his first instinct was to do nothing else but turn around and try running like the younger guy did, but a single glance at the man’s sharp, predatory eyes was enough to make Greg absolutely certain that the same trick wasn’t going to work twice. No one knew that he was here, no one inside this club would even hear him scream with how loud the music was! His heart was hammering so hard, he began to panic as he fumbled with his phone, pulling it out with trembling fingers.
“I… I’m looking for my son, Chase, maybe… maybe you’ve seen him?!”
Greg managed to blurt out, his voice somehow coming out a lot more high-pitched than normal as he held the phone with its screen up to the man’s face. Showing that same photo of Chase he took himself during Christmas two years ago, the one sole time he’d managed to convince his son to wear something normal for a family visit. Greg started to explain that Chase had been missing for two days and that he’d been searching for him everywhere. Suddenly he started to sound so desperate and helpless with how all of this began to pour out of his mouth but at this point Greg didn't even care anymore.
Surprisingly enough that seemed to have caught the giant’s attention. He took a short glance at the photo, but overall, for some strange reason spent the vast majority of the time looking over Greg himself from the top to bottom. Slowly a faint grin crept its way underneath his wild, matted beard and the man reached down to adjust his crotch, grabbing the obvious, large bulge with his hairy, calloused hand, almost giving it a squeeze. All without as much as a single blink as he stared Greg down while his face flushed red, burning with sheer embarrassment. But at the same time he almost couldn’t believe it when the giant finally spoke after taking a deep drag from his cigar and blowing some of it directly into Greg’s face.
“Heh, sure I recognize ‘im! I saw that cub at The Kennel just yesterday, he’s a regular! Bet that if ya hurry yer ass up and get there before they lock the place up for tonight’s show, you’ll find ‘im there for sure pops!”
Greg felt himself getting a little queasy as the hirsute giant’s bearded grin proceeded to get even wider and more menacing but he also felt a sense of relief he’d nearly given up hope for as the man proceeded to explain how to find this underground music club that his son supposedly frequented. Greg wasn’t sure how he could trust that man, in truth, he didn’t in the slightest, but what other option did he have? It sounded like it was located somewhere in the long abandoned industrial district at the outskirts of the town. The instructions were pretty vague but the man said that once Greg was in the area, it wouldn’t be too difficult to find someone who could point him in the right direction. He just needed to remember to say it was Tusk who’d sent him… just in case.
He didn’t feel like inquiring what the man might have meant by that exactly and just gave him a timid nod before running off back to his car. By now he was more than happy to simply have an excuse to get away from all that billowing smoke which the giant kept on showering him with as he spoke. Greg’s head was swimming so much that it took him a few long, frantic tries to as much as get the key into the ignition. Even a good while later after he drove off, Greg’s thoughts still felt a little fuzzy, constantly wandering back to that hulking, hirsute man… and somehow especially his tattoos.
The renderings of those massive, beefy half-men, half-beasts were so ridiculously crass and disgusting, Greg had never seen anything quite like it… that no doubt had to be the reason why he simply couldn’t get them out of his head… Above all there was that one tattoo of a massive walrus-man that Greg had only noticed later, sprawling wide across this brute’s other arm. It showed him standing in a commanding pose as if he owned the place, flexing his biceps, massive tusks sticking out of a wild, greying beard with a fat cigar clamped right between them.
Even though Greg knew it was just a drawing made with old, fading ink, it somehow really reminded him of that exact man on whose arm it was etched on. The body shape was pretty much the same, only even beefier, so was that big, hairy beerkeg of a gut and judging from the size of the hunk’s bulge, this enormous, juicy cock which was freely jutting out of his black, leather chaps would sure as hell fit the bill too!
Greg almost couldn’t believe it when for a second he nearly started to reach down towards his own crotch while thinking about just how thick and long it looked. What the hell was he doing? He quickly rolled down the window, taking a few deep breaths of the cold, night air as it rushed inside the speeding car, it had cleared up his head a little. Oh dear, he really wasn’t behaving like himself today. First going off on Chase and now this… Greg knew that what he was doing here was absolutely crazy as he continued driving towards the abandoned part of town, he should try notifying the police instead, but how quickly could they possibly do anything about it? He didn’t want his son spending a single minute more around such seedy types like that hirsute hunk of a brute!
It didn’t take long before Greg began to spot more and more similar looking men, all impossibly furry and just humongous, each with one of those identical, ridiculously huge and thick cigars in their bearded mouths. Once he’d mentioned Tusk, the first one of them that Greg dared to approach, was more than happy to point him towards the sketchy, dark alley that stank as badly of old piss as much as that foul cigar smoke. There, at the very end he was supposed to find The Kennel.
The area was even worse than Greg could have imagined, with only a single lamplight flickering across the whole distance. Even though he hated to pull out his phone in a place like this, he absolutely needed the flashlight in order to make it through this minefield of cracked asphalt, surrounded from both sides by boarded up windows of some abandoned factories and brick walls drenched with ugly old graffiti. If not for a small crowd gathered by the entrance, Greg would have had no idea there was supposedly even a heavy metal club there. There was no sign or anything at all that might lead one to believe there would be anything but a concrete staircase with a rusty railing leading down to some long forgotten basement where they were all standing.
Most of the people there were those same massive, hirsute types that Greg had been seeing on his way here, beefy guts and muscles clad in worn denim or leather gear, tips of their cigars glowing orange in the hazy darkness. But scattered among them he could also spot a good handful of younger guys with long hair wearing their metal band shirts, the same kind that his son would never leave the house without. As he approached the group, Greg had a closer look at each of their faces just to double check if one of them wasn’t Chase. But even though a few of them seemed to casually remember him from the other music venues when he showed them his picture, none could say for sure if he was here tonight, but just like Greg, they all still had yet to try going downstairs.
From the way some of them were nervously glancing at each other, he had a suspicion that he wasn’t the only one having major second thoughts about doing it right now… Greg could feel the eyes of those hulking, rugged men turning towards him as he approached the staircase, his dress shoes clacking on the broken pavement. He looked almost ridiculously out of place among both crowds while wearing his light brown khakis and pastel dress shirt, but somehow even that gigantic bouncer waiting at the very bottom near the heavy metal door was more than happy to let him through once he explained why he was there, telling him to hurry on inside as the show was just about to start in a minute.
Greg had to admit that the place was a lot bigger than what he expected from the outside, it seemed like some kind of a converted basement with a few side corridors and a small room leading to the next, much bigger and wider one with a whole music stage at the end of it! Still, despite the size it was completely packed to the brim with countless sweaty bodies, the smell of which was already making Greg feel almost as dizzy alone as this harsh tobacco smoke which at this point was hanging in the air like a thick fog.
Greg kept on pushing forward, muttering apologies as he squeezed past tattooed arms and mohawked heads, his eyes desperately searching for Chase's light brown hair, his thin frame that would instantly stick out among all those hulking men. Then without any warning whatsoever, all the lights abruptly went off as an excited roar began to well up among the crowd, instantly Greg found himself completely stuck in place as hirsute bodies pressed in on him from all sides while pushing closer to the front. One by one, men began stomping out onto the stage, no doubt members of the band that was performing tonight. Their sight alone was enough to make his stomach drop. They were on a whole other level even when compared to that Tusk guy and the other furry giants he’d seen around the club until now.
“Well, well, well… looks like some fresh meat is on the menu tonight, boys!”
A mountain of brawny muscles covered in silver body hair grabbed the microphone from the stand with a hand the size of a bread loaf and looked across the audience with a toothy, predatory grin. Something about his huge mustache which covered the man’s entire upper lip seemed oddly familiar to Greg, like he’d seen it somewhere before… Maybe his son really did listen to this band… but Greg felt that he would definitely remember them if their lead singer had a habit of performing on stage while wearing nothing but a leather jockstrap and what looked like a policeman cap with a logo of a clawed animal paw instead of the usual badge.
A low rumble of laughter spread across the audience as Greg felt the eyes of everyone who surrounded him focusing on him alone. Those of them who still weren’t smoking were now beginning to pull out the same, enormous and nearly beercan-thick cigars and hastily lighting them up. Then suddenly, the lead singer grunted something into the microphone about getting the party started and with the clang of the percussion plates, all the smoke machines located around the stage began going off at once with a thick, grey fog they produced immediately starting to roll through the whole concert hall.
Greg was so taken aback by its sheer volume that it took him a good second after his first breath, before he realized that something was really off about the way it smelled… he knew it… this was the exact same awful stench this man who told him to come here in the first place had constantly showered him while they talked. Oh god… it was cigar smoke! Greg was already starting to feel queasy again, maybe it was because of how impossibly thick it was, but he could have sworn that the tobacco coming out of this machine was somehow even stronger than Tusk’s second hand smoke. Greg tried pulling up his undershirt over his mouth and nose but that barely did anything at all. He was already feeling so dizzy that even taking a single step forward now required so much concentration just to maintain his balance and keep himself from falling head first against someone’s furry, sweaty chest…
Greg didn’t know why he suddenly let out a soft moan when he pictured it happening to him… it somehow just came out by itself. It couldn’t have been more than a full minute and the air was already packed with so much thick smoke that beyond his arm’s reach, Greg could only see the flickering of lighters and the burning orange tips of the cigars as they were being greedily puffed to life. But oh god… as he looked up at the stage he could have sworn from the way he moved that the mustachioed lead singer had pulled off his jockstrap and was now pleasuring himself while making out with the beefy, musclebound bass player from his own band!
Cold sweat broke out across Greg’s back as he watched the pair in morbid shock, those two, hulking beasts grinding their tough, furry bodies together, only taking short breaks from tongue fucking each other in order to take a drag from their huge, smoldering stogies. Greg did not realize that each time he saw them do it, he was immediately taking a deep inhale of the foggy, tobacco haze himself, absentmindedly palming at the quickly hardening cock in his pants. But even then, he could still hear his own aroused gasp slipping out of his mouth in surprise when he watched the singer grabbing his bandmate’s long, unkempt beard and pulling him down to the ground before shoving his fat, pierced cock right down his gullet!
Something… something seemed really wrong though… even more so than the pair having sex right in the middle of the stage… Greg could see the lead singer playing with both his nipples, but at the same time, one of his hands was also on the back of the bassist’s head, pushing him deeper and deeper down onto his cock. How was this possible? Why was it so big and thick… covered in so much dense hair that almost looked like fur of an actual animal? Suddenly Greg heard a loud snort coming from the side. When he turned in shock, he saw a gigantic, old biker leaning back against the wall while aggressively tearing open his fly. He had a wild, matted beard down to his chest and a fat gut covered in so much grey hair that Greg could barely see any of his tattooed skin underneath. He gave a thin, freaked out metalhead who stood next to him a sleazy grin before exhaling an enormous plume of smoke from his jaw breaker of a cigar as it swallowed his whole face.
The moment that the cloud dispersed short while later, both Greg and the younger guy let out the same, terrified gasp of pure horror in perfect unison. He didn’t know how this could be possible, but somehow the biker’s whole head had been replaced by the feral snout of some terrifying, boar-like beast! Yet even while covered in dense, grey fur, it was still twisted into that same, wide, horny grin with the cigar clamped right between the yellowed tusks protruding from his lower jaw. The younger man’s eyes instantly went wide, he did not waste a second and immediately tried to run, but the other, leather-clad, hulk of a man standing right behind him had other ideas… He grinned as well, exhaling two jets of grey smoke from his slowly upturning nose as he grabbed the helpless metalhead from behind, keeping him firmly in place.
Greg watched in complete terror as the young man thrashed around and shouted for help, his desperate screams joining the cacophony of wild grunts that were already filling the cramped concert hall. The old, fat boar hefted himself from against the wall and began slowly stomping towards the pair, his freed, fully erect and dripping cock bobbing from side to side underneath his gargantuan, furry gut. He pulled out another stogie from the pocket of his leather vest and began to light it up without hesitation while eyeing the helpless young man in front of him.
Hi, everyone he’s the first chapter of my new Patreon stories, if you liked it, I have just put up the second one with even more horny, furry action! Do check it out:
Hi everyone, here's the second chapter of The Kennel. As the concert hall erupts into chaos and the club's regulars turn into hulking anthro
Greg slowly pushed his way through the mass of hairy, leather clad bodies, the stench of sweat and foul tobacco burning itself up his nose as he tried to scan every face in the dim, hazy room. His chest felt almost unbearably tight, but the smell and the crush of people in the crowd were only a part of the reason... That argument he had with his son last night kept on replaying itself inside Greg’s head over and over, he really shouldn’t have said all those things… that Chase was throwing his life away and not thinking one bit about his future, then nearly threatening to kick him out if he didn’t get serious about his education… maybe not exactly “nearly”...
He wished so badly that he could have phrased that better somehow, but this was his son’s last year in college! Anything he did now was going to affect his whole life moving forward! Sure, his grades were not the worst, but Greg knew that Chase could do so much better! If only he didn’t spend every single weekend night bouncing from one club to another as if he was trying to beat the record for the highest number of attended heavy metal concerts in one’s early twenties. Who knows, he was always such a bright guy that maybe if he’d put his mind to it, Chase might have even made it to valedictorian!
When Greg saw him once again trying to sneak out of the house wearing those ripped jeans and some ratty t-shirt, he simply lost it. And now it’s been almost two days since his son had stormed out without a word, slamming the door so hard that one of the old framed photos of himself fell off the wall and smashed to the ground. Not a single one of Greg’s texts or calls have been returned till now. He had tried calling his son's friends, or at least those scant few that he got to meet over the past few years, but they were either playing dumb or genuinely didn’t know where he might find Chase.
Everyone’s best guess was to just look around in one of the music clubs he always hung out at. But that was definitely easier said than done… as if Greg even knew a single one of those kind of places! He spent practically the whole evening driving around from one side of town to the next, showing off his son’s photo and asking every bouncer, bartender or club goer if anyone there had seen him. Greg wasn’t sure if he should have felt more relieved or disappointed that a good deal of them have actually recognized Chase, even though neither had seen him around today.
Even though Greg always left behind his phone number in case his son turned up later that night, Greg wasn’t entirely sure if he could really trust people dressed like them to behave like responsible adults. Still, little by little Greg found himself beginning to run out of places that the map in his car’s GPS would suggest and he didn’t seem to be getting any closer to finding Chase. He was slowly starting to think about returning home, but the thought of going back to the completely empty house and spending yet another night alone while worrying himself sick seemed like simply too much to bear.
“Fuck off dude…! I don’t know you and I’m sure as hell not going anywhere near that place ever again!”
Greg was just about getting ready to set off for the next spot when he heard a raised, intense voice cutting through the loud music booming from the club’s entrance. It belonged to some young metalhead in his early twenties who might have very well been his son, wearing the same kind of a black t-shirt with a band logo Greg wouldn’t have been able to decipher for the life of him and a pair of torn up jeans. The other person that the younger guy was speaking to was something else entirely though…
Simply put, he was freaking massive, way more than two meters tall if Greg had to guess and while he was also wearing a t-shirt of some metal band, his was stretched over a huge gut with a decent part of it hanging right out from underneath it and covered in a forest of dense, black hair peppered with specks of grey. But even from his car, Greg could see that the man wasn’t all fat. The short sleeves of his t-shirt were completely torn off with frayed fabric strands loosely hanging around, probably the only way he could put the thing on with such enormous biceps the size of a pair of smoked hams!
The younger guy was quickly backing away and looked so freaked out when he found himself pinned against the wall, waving away the smoke from the cigar clenched between the bearded giant’s yellowed teeth. Frankly, Greg’s first thought was to do nothing else but double check if his car door was locked when he saw the type, but as soon as the metalhead said something in his cracking, scared voice about one of his friends going missing in the club that the huge man was talking about, alarm bells began going off inside Greg’s head and he was out of the car and rushing towards the pair in a heartbeat. Could this be what had happened to Chase too?!
As soon as he heard Greg’s footsteps, the giant cursed and turned around, as if he wasn’t expecting anyone else to show up. But just that was enough for the younger man to slip from between the club’s brick wall and the hirsute behemoth’s bulk as he immediately bolted past Greg. Immediately, the hirsute hulk’s face shifted into a frown and Greg was starting to have some major second thoughts about whether daring to approach him was such a good idea. Somehow he seemed even more intimidating up close, completely dwarfing Greg with his immense size, smelling like an old ashtray from even a good few meters away with that unkempt, bushy beard of his visibly matted with tobacco spit and god knows what else. But what was most gruesome and unsettling by far, had to be the guy’s tattoos!
Greg had already spotted them from a good bit away, but only up close could he actually make out what they were depicting underneath all that dense hair which covered the giant’s massive, sprawling arms. Greg had seen plenty of men with them today, the usual fare of nasty flaming skulls and bones, some demon or a half naked pin up girl scribbled in crude ink. That wouldn’t have fazed him one bit by now, but… he really wouldn’t have taken the guy for the type, but the people pictured on them not only weren’t women, but Greg wasn’t entirely sure if he could call them “people” at all! While they were completely naked, showing off their huge and fully erect cocks, sometimes mid stroke, only wearing leather jackets, chaps or harnesses, their faces weren’t human in the slightest!
There was a bear, a bulldog, one had a face of a rhino with his long, thick tongue lolling far out while a hulking, mustachioed gorilla covered completely in silver fur fucked him from behind. Every last one of them smoking huge, thick cigars like the guy in front of him was doing himself! Greg let out a shocked gasp when he realized that he could only make out the horny grin on the beast’s face so perfectly well because the bearded giant’s protruding gut was now just mere inches away from his own chest.
Greg's mouth had gone completely dry and his first instinct was to do nothing else but turn around and try running like the younger guy did, but a single glance at the man’s sharp, predatory eyes was enough to make Greg absolutely certain that the same trick wasn’t going to work twice. No one knew that he was here, no one inside this club would even hear him scream with how loud the music was! His heart was hammering so hard, he began to panic as he fumbled with his phone, pulling it out with trembling fingers.
“I… I’m looking for my son, Chase, maybe… maybe you’ve seen him?!”
Greg managed to blurt out, his voice somehow coming out a lot more high-pitched than normal as he held the phone with its screen up to the man’s face. Showing that same photo of Chase he took himself during Christmas two years ago, the one sole time he’d managed to convince his son to wear something normal for a family visit. Greg started to explain that Chase had been missing for two days and that he’d been searching for him everywhere. Suddenly he started to sound so desperate and helpless with how all of this began to pour out of his mouth but at this point Greg didn't even care anymore.
Surprisingly enough that seemed to have caught the giant’s attention. He took a short glance at the photo, but overall, for some strange reason spent the vast majority of the time looking over Greg himself from the top to bottom. Slowly a faint grin crept its way underneath his wild, matted beard and the man reached down to adjust his crotch, grabbing the obvious, large bulge with his hairy, calloused hand, almost giving it a squeeze. All without as much as a single blink as he stared Greg down while his face flushed red, burning with sheer embarrassment. But at the same time he almost couldn’t believe it when the giant finally spoke after taking a deep drag from his cigar and blowing some of it directly into Greg’s face.
“Heh, sure I recognize ‘im! I saw that cub at The Kennel just yesterday, he’s a regular! Bet that if ya hurry yer ass up and get there before they lock the place up for tonight’s show, you’ll find ‘im there for sure pops!”
Greg felt himself getting a little queasy as the hirsute giant’s bearded grin proceeded to get even wider and more menacing but he also felt a sense of relief he’d nearly given up hope for as the man proceeded to explain how to find this underground music club that his son supposedly frequented. Greg wasn’t sure how he could trust that man, in truth, he didn’t in the slightest, but what other option did he have? It sounded like it was located somewhere in the long abandoned industrial district at the outskirts of the town. The instructions were pretty vague but the man said that once Greg was in the area, it wouldn’t be too difficult to find someone who could point him in the right direction. He just needed to remember to say it was Tusk who’d sent him… just in case.
He didn’t feel like inquiring what the man might have meant by that exactly and just gave him a timid nod before running off back to his car. By now he was more than happy to simply have an excuse to get away from all that billowing smoke which the giant kept on showering him with as he spoke. Greg’s head was swimming so much that it took him a few long, frantic tries to as much as get the key into the ignition. Even a good while later after he drove off, Greg’s thoughts still felt a little fuzzy, constantly wandering back to that hulking, hirsute man… and somehow especially his tattoos.
The renderings of those massive, beefy half-men, half-beasts were so ridiculously crass and disgusting, Greg had never seen anything quite like it… that no doubt had to be the reason why he simply couldn’t get them out of his head… Above all there was that one tattoo of a massive walrus-man that Greg had only noticed later, sprawling wide across this brute’s other arm. It showed him standing in a commanding pose as if he owned the place, flexing his biceps, massive tusks sticking out of a wild, greying beard with a fat cigar clamped right between them.
Even though Greg knew it was just a drawing made with old, fading ink, it somehow really reminded him of that exact man on whose arm it was etched on. The body shape was pretty much the same, only even beefier, so was that big, hairy beerkeg of a gut and judging from the size of the hunk’s bulge, this enormous, juicy cock which was freely jutting out of his black, leather chaps would sure as hell fit the bill too!
Greg almost couldn’t believe it when for a second he nearly started to reach down towards his own crotch while thinking about just how thick and long it looked. What the hell was he doing? He quickly rolled down the window, taking a few deep breaths of the cold, night air as it rushed inside the speeding car, it had cleared up his head a little. Oh dear, he really wasn’t behaving like himself today. First going off on Chase and now this… Greg knew that what he was doing here was absolutely crazy as he continued driving towards the abandoned part of town, he should try notifying the police instead, but how quickly could they possibly do anything about it? He didn’t want his son spending a single minute more around such seedy types like that hirsute hunk of a brute!
It didn’t take long before Greg began to spot more and more similar looking men, all impossibly furry and just humongous, each with one of those identical, ridiculously huge and thick cigars in their bearded mouths. Once he’d mentioned Tusk, the first one of them that Greg dared to approach, was more than happy to point him towards the sketchy, dark alley that stank as badly of old piss as much as that foul cigar smoke. There, at the very end he was supposed to find The Kennel.
The area was even worse than Greg could have imagined, with only a single lamplight flickering across the whole distance. Even though he hated to pull out his phone in a place like this, he absolutely needed the flashlight in order to make it through this minefield of cracked asphalt, surrounded from both sides by boarded up windows of some abandoned factories and brick walls drenched with ugly old graffiti. If not for a small crowd gathered by the entrance, Greg would have had no idea there was supposedly even a heavy metal club there. There was no sign or anything at all that might lead one to believe there would be anything but a concrete staircase with a rusty railing leading down to some long forgotten basement where they were all standing.
Most of the people there were those same massive, hirsute types that Greg had been seeing on his way here, beefy guts and muscles clad in worn denim or leather gear, tips of their cigars glowing orange in the hazy darkness. But scattered among them he could also spot a good handful of younger guys with long hair wearing their metal band shirts, the same kind that his son would never leave the house without. As he approached the group, Greg had a closer look at each of their faces just to double check if one of them wasn’t Chase. But even though a few of them seemed to casually remember him from the other music venues when he showed them his picture, none could say for sure if he was here tonight, but just like Greg, they all still had yet to try going downstairs.
From the way some of them were nervously glancing at each other, he had a suspicion that he wasn’t the only one having major second thoughts about doing it right now… Greg could feel the eyes of those hulking, rugged men turning towards him as he approached the staircase, his dress shoes clacking on the broken pavement. He looked almost ridiculously out of place among both crowds while wearing his light brown khakis and pastel dress shirt, but somehow even that gigantic bouncer waiting at the very bottom near the heavy metal door was more than happy to let him through once he explained why he was there, telling him to hurry on inside as the show was just about to start in a minute.
Greg had to admit that the place was a lot bigger than what he expected from the outside, it seemed like some kind of a converted basement with a few side corridors and a small room leading to the next, much bigger and wider one with a whole music stage at the end of it! Still, despite the size it was completely packed to the brim with countless sweaty bodies, the smell of which was already making Greg feel almost as dizzy alone as this harsh tobacco smoke which at this point was hanging in the air like a thick fog.
Greg kept on pushing forward, muttering apologies as he squeezed past tattooed arms and mohawked heads, his eyes desperately searching for Chase's light brown hair, his thin frame that would instantly stick out among all those hulking men. Then without any warning whatsoever, all the lights abruptly went off as an excited roar began to well up among the crowd, instantly Greg found himself completely stuck in place as hirsute bodies pressed in on him from all sides while pushing closer to the front. One by one, men began stomping out onto the stage, no doubt members of the band that was performing tonight. Their sight alone was enough to make his stomach drop. They were on a whole other level even when compared to that Tusk guy and the other furry giants he’d seen around the club until now.
“Well, well, well… looks like some fresh meat is on the menu tonight, boys!”
A mountain of brawny muscles covered in silver body hair grabbed the microphone from the stand with a hand the size of a bread loaf and looked across the audience with a toothy, predatory grin. Something about his huge mustache which covered the man’s entire upper lip seemed oddly familiar to Greg, like he’d seen it somewhere before… Maybe his son really did listen to this band… but Greg felt that he would definitely remember them if their lead singer had a habit of performing on stage while wearing nothing but a leather jockstrap and what looked like a policeman cap with a logo of a clawed animal paw instead of the usual badge.
A low rumble of laughter spread across the audience as Greg felt the eyes of everyone who surrounded him focusing on him alone. Those of them who still weren’t smoking were now beginning to pull out the same, enormous and nearly beercan-thick cigars and hastily lighting them up. Then suddenly, the lead singer grunted something into the microphone about getting the party started and with the clang of the percussion plates, all the smoke machines located around the stage began going off at once with a thick, grey fog they produced immediately starting to roll through the whole concert hall.
Greg was so taken aback by its sheer volume that it took him a good second after his first breath, before he realized that something was really off about the way it smelled… he knew it… this was the exact same awful stench this man who told him to come here in the first place had constantly showered him while they talked. Oh god… it was cigar smoke! Greg was already starting to feel queasy again, maybe it was because of how impossibly thick it was, but he could have sworn that the tobacco coming out of this machine was somehow even stronger than Tusk’s second hand smoke. Greg tried pulling up his undershirt over his mouth and nose but that barely did anything at all. He was already feeling so dizzy that even taking a single step forward now required so much concentration just to maintain his balance and keep himself from falling head first against someone’s furry, sweaty chest…
Greg didn’t know why he suddenly let out a soft moan when he pictured it happening to him… it somehow just came out by itself. It couldn’t have been more than a full minute and the air was already packed with so much thick smoke that beyond his arm’s reach, Greg could only see the flickering of lighters and the burning orange tips of the cigars as they were being greedily puffed to life. But oh god… as he looked up at the stage he could have sworn from the way he moved that the mustachioed lead singer had pulled off his jockstrap and was now pleasuring himself while making out with the beefy, musclebound bass player from his own band!
Cold sweat broke out across Greg’s back as he watched the pair in morbid shock, those two, hulking beasts grinding their tough, furry bodies together, only taking short breaks from tongue fucking each other in order to take a drag from their huge, smoldering stogies. Greg did not realize that each time he saw them do it, he was immediately taking a deep inhale of the foggy, tobacco haze himself, absentmindedly palming at the quickly hardening cock in his pants. But even then, he could still hear his own aroused gasp slipping out of his mouth in surprise when he watched the singer grabbing his bandmate’s long, unkempt beard and pulling him down to the ground before shoving his fat, pierced cock right down his gullet!
Something… something seemed really wrong though… even more so than the pair having sex right in the middle of the stage… Greg could see the lead singer playing with both his nipples, but at the same time, one of his hands was also on the back of the bassist’s head, pushing him deeper and deeper down onto his cock. How was this possible? Why was it so big and thick… covered in so much dense hair that almost looked like fur of an actual animal? Suddenly Greg heard a loud snort coming from the side. When he turned in shock, he saw a gigantic, old biker leaning back against the wall while aggressively tearing open his fly. He had a wild, matted beard down to his chest and a fat gut covered in so much grey hair that Greg could barely see any of his tattooed skin underneath. He gave a thin, freaked out metalhead who stood next to him a sleazy grin before exhaling an enormous plume of smoke from his jaw breaker of a cigar as it swallowed his whole face.
The moment that the cloud dispersed short while later, both Greg and the younger guy let out the same, terrified gasp of pure horror in perfect unison. He didn’t know how this could be possible, but somehow the biker’s whole head had been replaced by the feral snout of some terrifying, boar-like beast! Yet even while covered in dense, grey fur, it was still twisted into that same, wide, horny grin with the cigar clamped right between the yellowed tusks protruding from his lower jaw. The younger man’s eyes instantly went wide, he did not waste a second and immediately tried to run, but the other, leather-clad, hulk of a man standing right behind him had other ideas… He grinned as well, exhaling two jets of grey smoke from his slowly upturning nose as he grabbed the helpless metalhead from behind, keeping him firmly in place.
Greg watched in complete terror as the young man thrashed around and shouted for help, his desperate screams joining the cacophony of wild grunts that were already filling the cramped concert hall. The old, fat boar hefted himself from against the wall and began slowly stomping towards the pair, his freed, fully erect and dripping cock bobbing from side to side underneath his gargantuan, furry gut. He pulled out another stogie from the pocket of his leather vest and began to light it up without hesitation while eyeing the helpless young man in front of him.
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“Fuck off dude…! I don’t know you and I’m sure as hell not going anywhere near that place ever again!”
Greg was just about getting ready to set off for the next spot when he heard a raised, intense voice cutting through the loud music booming from the club’s entrance. It belonged to some young metalhead in his early twenties who might have very well been his son, wearing the same kind of a black t-shirt with a band logo Greg wouldn’t have been able to decipher for the life of him and a pair of torn up jeans. The other person that the younger guy was speaking to was something else entirely though…
Simply put, he was freaking massive, way more than two meters tall if Greg had to guess and while he was also wearing a t-shirt of some metal band, his was stretched over a huge gut with a decent part of it hanging right out from underneath it and covered in a forest of dense, black hair peppered with specks of grey. But even from his car, Greg could see that the man wasn’t all fat. The short sleeves of his t-shirt were completely torn off with frayed fabric strands loosely hanging around, probably the only way he could put the thing on with such enormous biceps the size of a pair of smoked hams!
The younger guy was quickly backing away and looked so freaked out when he found himself pinned against the wall, waving away the smoke from the cigar clenched between the bearded giant’s yellowed teeth. Frankly, Greg’s first thought was to do nothing else but double check if his car door was locked when he saw the type, but as soon as the metalhead said something in his cracking, scared voice about one of his friends going missing in the club that the huge man was talking about, alarm bells began going off inside Greg’s head and he was out of the car and rushing towards the pair in a heartbeat. Could this be what had happened to Chase too?!
As soon as he heard Greg’s footsteps, the giant cursed and turned around, as if he wasn’t expecting anyone else to show up. But just that was enough for the younger man to slip from between the club’s brick wall and the hirsute behemoth’s bulk as he immediately bolted past Greg. Immediately, the hirsute hulk’s face shifted into a frown and Greg was starting to have some major second thoughts about whether daring to approach him was such a good idea. Somehow he seemed even more intimidating up close, completely dwarfing Greg with his immense size, smelling like an old ashtray from even a good few meters away with that unkempt, bushy beard of his visibly matted with tobacco spit and god knows what else. But what was most gruesome and unsettling by far, had to be the guy’s tattoos!
Greg had already spotted them from a good bit away, but only up close could he actually make out what they were depicting underneath all that dense hair which covered the giant’s massive, sprawling arms. Greg had seen plenty of men with them today, the usual fare of nasty flaming skulls and bones, some demon or a half naked pin up girl scribbled in crude ink. That wouldn’t have fazed him one bit by now, but… he really wouldn’t have taken the guy for the type, but the people pictured on them not only weren’t women, but Greg wasn’t entirely sure if he could call them “people” at all! While they were completely naked, showing off their huge and fully erect cocks, sometimes mid stroke, only wearing leather jackets, chaps or harnesses, their faces weren’t human in the slightest!
There was a bear, a bulldog, one had a face of a rhino with his long, thick tongue lolling far out while a hulking, mustachioed gorilla covered completely in silver fur fucked him from behind. Every last one of them smoking huge, thick cigars like the guy in front of him was doing himself! Greg let out a shocked gasp when he realized that he could only make out the horny grin on the beast’s face so perfectly well because the bearded giant’s protruding gut was now just mere inches away from his own chest.
Greg's mouth had gone completely dry and his first instinct was to do nothing else but turn around and try running like the younger guy did, but a single glance at the man’s sharp, predatory eyes was enough to make Greg absolutely certain that the same trick wasn’t going to work twice. No one knew that he was here, no one inside this club would even hear him scream with how loud the music was! His heart was hammering so hard, he began to panic as he fumbled with his phone, pulling it out with trembling fingers.
“I… I’m looking for my son, Chase, maybe… maybe you’ve seen him?!”
Greg managed to blurt out, his voice somehow coming out a lot more high-pitched than normal as he held the phone with its screen up to the man’s face. Showing that same photo of Chase he took himself during Christmas two years ago, the one sole time he’d managed to convince his son to wear something normal for a family visit. Greg started to explain that Chase had been missing for two days and that he’d been searching for him everywhere. Suddenly he started to sound so desperate and helpless with how all of this began to pour out of his mouth but at this point Greg didn't even care anymore.
Surprisingly enough that seemed to have caught the giant’s attention. He took a short glance at the photo, but overall, for some strange reason spent the vast majority of the time looking over Greg himself from the top to bottom. Slowly a faint grin crept its way underneath his wild, matted beard and the man reached down to adjust his crotch, grabbing the obvious, large bulge with his hairy, calloused hand, almost giving it a squeeze. All without as much as a single blink as he stared Greg down while his face flushed red, burning with sheer embarrassment. But at the same time he almost couldn’t believe it when the giant finally spoke after taking a deep drag from his cigar and blowing some of it directly into Greg’s face.
“Heh, sure I recognize ‘im! I saw that cub at The Kennel just yesterday, he’s a regular! Bet that if ya hurry yer ass up and get there before they lock the place up for tonight’s show, you’ll find ‘im there for sure pops!”
Greg felt himself getting a little queasy as the hirsute giant’s bearded grin proceeded to get even wider and more menacing but he also felt a sense of relief he’d nearly given up hope for as the man proceeded to explain how to find this underground music club that his son supposedly frequented. Greg wasn’t sure how he could trust that man, in truth, he didn’t in the slightest, but what other option did he have? It sounded like it was located somewhere in the long abandoned industrial district at the outskirts of the town. The instructions were pretty vague but the man said that once Greg was in the area, it wouldn’t be too difficult to find someone who could point him in the right direction. He just needed to remember to say it was Tusk who’d sent him… just in case.
your stories are incredible. If we could get a sequel to the Long Haul or a similar TF, I would be so grateful 🔥 that ending image was so hot, makes me want to be a cum stained trucker too
Thank you! The Long Haul is actually a bit of a spiritual sequel to this story already! It might just scratch that itch!
Drew first spotted one of them while on his way to work, hulking, furry, bearded, huffing on a gigantic pipe. By the time his shift was over, the streets were completely full of them, parading around half-naked and filling the air with their thick tobacco plumes. With his head already swimming after just a few breaths, he thought about taking a detour through the city park to get away from them, but they were there too, one of the massive bearish men holding onto a half passed out cyclist and showering him with smoke as the man began to change right before Drew's eyes. Will he somehow manage to make it home without being forced to take a puff himself?
Here's one of the new caption stories from my Patreon if you enjoyed it and would like to read more stuff like it, there are a handful still unposted ones in my discord channel! Plus, a brand new one about a guy leaving work only to find the streets filled with tons of hulking, furry pipe bears: https://www.patreon.com/posts/151270546
“Holy crap duuude! Look at this thing! I bet Stacy would totally love a necklace like this, she’d been dropping hints about wanting something fancy for her birthday for like the whole month!”
You kept on rolling your eyes but after seeing your best friend’s excitement as he jumped around this antique shop you just didn’t have the heart to bring him back to reality by telling him that this shiny thing probably cost more than his entire apartment or maybe even his parents’ house. But there were probably some worse places out there to be stuck in, at least unlike that concert Eddie took you to last week this one didn’t seem likely to permanently damage your hearing. Plus, some of this stuff actually looked pretty neat despite smelling a little musty… Though you figured that was to be expected, it was as if you were in the middle of some kind of a labyrinth made out of all kinds of old looking crap, paintings, statues, vases covered in mosaics and countless other, barely holding together antiques…
Suddenly you caught a whiff of a smell you didn’t quite expect to find here and as you turned your head, you found your eyes going wide as faint curls of smoke slowly drifted through the air right past your face. Oh crap! Was there a fire in here or something?! You whipped your head around to get Eddie’s attention but he seemed to have wandered off in the meantime so you quickly turned back around, quickly discovering just where those wisps of smoke were coming from… as odd as it sounded, it seemed like someone didn’t put out this pipe before placing it on the wooden display stand it occupied.
Wow, even this thing looked like a genuine work of art, with its large, wooden bowl painstakingly sculpted to resemble some old, bearded guy’s face. Every wrinkle and strand of hair on his pudgy face seemed so real that for a moment there you almost thought you saw it move and blink at you as if it was alive. You remembered that there was a sign near the entrance warning not to touch anything but what if something really were to catch on fire because of it? This entire shop would be gone in minutes like a box of matches and it’s not like you have seen any staff around anyway…
You picked it up and sure enough, the bowl felt a bit warm to the touch. For a moment you stared at it completely transfixed, admiring the level of detail and wondering just how someone would go around sculpting a thing so ridiculously detailed. Then suddenly you let out a surprised yelp, just barely stopping yourself from dropping the pipe to the floor. Holy shit! You weren’t seeing things earlier, this face did actually move! The wooden eyes shifted like they were staring straight at you, it gave you a wink as the mouth curled into a smirk and then opened up wide.
In an instant, a thick spiral of smoke erupted from between its carved lips, briefly drawing a curve through the air before wrapping itself around your hand before you could even react. Your first thought was to toss the pipe away but for some unknown reason you found your fingers clutching onto its bowl even tighter now. You could only watch as the smoke coiled up your arm like a living thing, moving up your limbs with impossible speed. Before you knew it, its plumes had already engulfed your whole chest, you felt its warmth as it surged up your neck and then face, its dense cloud nearly fully blocking out the sight of the antique shop around you.
You opened your mouth to shout for Eddie only realizing that it was the dumbest idea ever when it was too late, the very moment your lips split apart, the smoke was already prepared to rush down your throat, forcing its way straight into your lungs. You began to cough violently, the harsh taste of tobacco burning inside your chest, your eyes watering as you doubled over, still unable to let go of the pipe in your hand.
For a second you thought you were actually going to suffocate right there, but just as you were about to take your last, desperate breath, you suddenly found the smoke flowing inside you without any resistance whatsoever. Not even a faintest scratch could be felt inside your throat, almost as though your airways have also discovered a brand new appreciation for this exquisite, premium tobacco blend, growing intimately accustomed to it at the exact same time you did… How curious… a sense of calmness proceeded to wash over you as you straightened your back, even if truth be told you found yourself at a bit of a loss… unexpectedly having a particularly difficult time trying to recall what it was exactly that left you so deeply perturbed just now… certainly not this fine specimen of a pipe?
Oh, that couldn’t possibly have been the case.. Yet at the same time you had to concede that it seemed a little peculiar how only a second ago you could have sworn that its bowl had been adorned with an expertly crafted carving of a rather dashing gentleman’s face. Yet now all you could see as it laid nested within your fingers was your own, not a smidgen less galant reflection staring back at you in the dark, polished wood. But it only took a moment before its stem was placed rightfully between your lips, pipes were to be enjoyed after all, not simply admired, especially ones packed with such delectable tobacco! Oh… you could hardly suppress your moans as you drew on it for the first time, savoring its refined, complex notes as they melted on your palate. Your turgid member already calling out to you, tempting you to partake in your second favorite activity despite being in such an indiscreet locale.
“Holy fucking shit!!! What happened to you dude?!”
A terrified shriek of a younger man rushing towards you had momentarily pulled you out of your pleasureful reverie. You hastily confirmed that your pecker was indeed still well within the confines of your fly so what could have possibly warranted such an uncouth outburst? You removed the pipe from your mouth and tilted your head slightly in confusion and yet this young ruffian still continued to stare at you with his mouth wide agape and eyes as if ready to pop out of their sockets!
After yet another insistent stare from his direction, you sighed and glanced downwards to see what might have possibly placed him in such profound distress. Immediately you were greeted by the edges of your magnificent, luxuriant beard as it cascaded down from your robust, puffy cheeks, blending in with even more snowy white tufts that densely stuffed the wide-open collar of your tailored suit. Your chest was broad and powerful but any brawn cultivated in the distant past could never dream of approaching in its grandeur the true monument to indulgence that proudly jutted beneath your teats its round glory. You gave it a light pat, feeling reassured that despite appearing visibly strained, all of your shirt’s buttons were still entirely successful in their valiant effort of containing its girth. In total, nothing seemed to be amiss whatsoever…
You placed the pipe back in your mouth and ran your large hand across your beard, relishing the sensation of the silken, perfectly groomed strands gliding past your fingertips. Then you shifted your attention back to the younger man who by now grew even more agitated and barely coherent as he proceeded to unceasingly blather about something that supposedly had just happened to you. Insisting that he was in fact a close acquaintance of yours and just saw you being swallowed by smoke, only to emerge from it as ‘some old, fat guy’ as he put it. You scoffed, unsure if more at his sheer impertinence or perhaps simply just at how preposterous this entire notion appeared to be.
Calling this young boy underdressed would hardly begin to describe the full extent of his haggard state with those old, torn-up jeans and the garish t-shirt of some vulgar music group. Even the most cursory glance was sufficient to assess that this scrawny hoodlum lacked both the refinement and culture required for a gentleman of your standing to ever wish to associate himself with… However, after witnessing the sheer force of his conviction, a tiny fragment of you began to wonder if perhaps this pipe that he so desperately implored you to get rid of, did perhaps have some special power.
A mischievous smirk crossed your bearded lips… while you had no intention whatsoever of ever parting with this magnificent briar, if this young man did in fact insist on staying at your side, then perhaps its powers could be harnessed to refine him as well into a more… amicable form. Your stubby cock was already beginning to twitch within the silky folds of your briefs as you pictured it. His athletic frame did show some promise, but in truth it was hardly enough to whet your appetite… the lad was going to need far more substantial endowments in order to properly fulfill the duties you had planned for him. Both in terms of muscle and no doubt also the one area that counted the most when it came to satisfying your big, hungry arse behind the bedchamber doors.
This rascal must have been shrewder than he appeared at first glance because it didn’t take him too long after you began to draw on your pipe before he seemed to catch on and turned around to run. But when you opened your lips and exhaled, hardly a few more squeaks of his sneakers against the hardwood floor managed to reach your ears before the rapidly surging smoke was already at his feet, engulfing his entire body. You heard him choking, gasping for air, his voice dropping octave after octave with each desperate breath, slowly reaching the desired timbre when he could no longer help himself and unleashed a true cacophony of moans so wonderfully ripe with helpless need and desire that it made your cock drip.
His features remained hidden behind the hazy, grey veil but by now his body was inflating to such obscene proportions that even its silhouette left hardly anything to the imagination. His shoulders squared and broadened, biceps easily reaching and then far exceeding the size of actual watermelons, chest exploding outwards into a boundless meaty shelf as his legs, now immense, sprawling pillars of pure muscle worked tirelessly to keep this hulking colossus fully upright. When the smoke finally began to dissipate you found him in a far more agreeable pose than before. Spine straight, hands clasped behind his back and eyes attentively focused on you with a composed, submissive expression, a truly perfect image of your new butler.
“Hello, how may I serve you today, Sir?”
Hearing this muscular giant who by now towered over you by well over a head addressing you with such respect and reverence suddenly felt so fitting… just as well as the choice of his new outfit. Thankfully that ghastly shirt and pants were completely gone, with only a bowtie underneath a small white collar adorning his neck and a black pair of skimpy posers, tight enough to immediately reveal that your wish regarding his endowment was fulfilled in an equally satisfactory manner. As eager as you were to inspect it up close, you simply had to take a moment to fully admire the very monument to the male physique he’d been turned into. Every smallest muscle was fully defined and sculpted to absolute perfection that would have made even the Farnese Hercules blush, all of it honed with utmost diligence and rigour… of course… you expected nothing less from your personal assistant.
You approached slowly, hearing the floorboards creak with each step, your substantial belly swaying from side to side as you savored the view as well as this delightful tobacco which caressed your tongue. His new, full beard and the dusting of blonde hair over his chest have captured your gaze for almost as long as his bulge. They made him look so virile… so profoundly masculine… your hole was already twitching with need but before you had him make you squeal, you fully intended to have some fun first…
With a mischievous smirk, just barely visible underneath your voluminous, snow-white mustache you extended your hand, only narrowly succeeding in cupping his enormous manhood within your pudgy, weathered palm. Aside from a barely audible whimper which slipped past his lips, your butler’s composure remained unbroken even as your fingers have fully wrapped themselves around his firehose of a cock through the soft fabric. But you were relentless, steadily fondling and massaging its entire length all while observing his brutish, broad-jawed face beginning to blush and cover in perspiration as he desperately tried to hold his trembling, colossal form in check. His head slowly tilting backwards as helpless gasps echoed from his throat. Oh yes… he was in your full control and you both knew it.
You slipped one of your chubby fingers behind the waistband of the posers and pulled them down, letting his gargantuan slab of meat spring free as it smacked right against his gigantic abs with a meaty thwack, spraying both his chest and your beard with countless, shiny beads of precum. Even before you laid your eyes on this unshackled, pulsating monstrosity you were already hungrily licking your lips, feeling your mouth overflowing with saliva, but now you simply needed it! The lad was perfectly trained, you found one of his arms already extended to serve as support while you descended to your knees, his posture not wavering in the slightest even when you balanced your whole weight against it.
You let the pipe stem out of your mouth and leaned forward, opening wide in the thrilling anticipation of finally getting your lips around that magnificent shaft… yet when you were only mere inches away from tasting his youthful, masculine essence, why were you suddenly the one trembling and starting to hesitate?
“Eddie…”
You heard yourself whisper, but not in the aged, sonorous and commanding baritone that you were accustomed to hearing resounding from your throat. No, it sounded more like a meek, confused voice of some scared boy. Why were you suddenly so terrified of that name?! Of course deep inside you knew exactly why… it belonged to your best friend… a guy you knew since college… a guy whose cock you were just about to suck off! Oh shit, what the fuck was going on here?!
“Is everything alright, Sir?”
You could hear the tension in his voice, as if he were fruitlessly trying to say something else but only those words were allowed to ever come out. He was still in there too! Fuck, you had to help him! Your eyes darted to the pipe still clenched within your hand, you saw smoke rising from it, angrily billowing in your direction as if it could sense that you were back in control. Oh fuck! You saw it shooting towards your face in countless white tendrils, you wanted to block them, cover up your mouth and nose but you were so huge, so monstrously huge and so awfully slow… your arm was only halfway to your mouth when it had already been filled with smoke that reached all the way down to your lungs. And by the time one of your hands had arrived by your lips, its only purpose was to place the pipe’s stem back where it belonged so you could enjoy yet another lungful of this refined and profoundly invigorating fragrance.
“With a scrumptious treat like this prepared for me to enjoy? I am feeling decidedly splendid, my dear Edward!”
Your robust voice was once again thick with desire, however as you glanced upwards you took note of your butler appearing rather disconcerted for a change, his panic-stricken countenance fidgeting slightly as if he was trying to shake it, yet at the same time quite unable to move his neck in the slightest. Oh, perhaps that silly lad still thought that you intended to merely tease him further, but no such thing! Now at last it was time for the both of you to depart together on your voyage into the land of the most blissful pleasures!
You parted your lips and exhaled, letting a few misty, grey curls descend upon Edward’s oh so appetizing manhood, embracing its imposing girth as they spilled down the veiny, engorged sides. It almost appeared to swell even larger right before your eyes as it violently jerked up and down, dripping like a broken faucet while your butler pleadingly moaned to you, imploring you to “snap out of it” or something along those lines. However you found yourself realizing that you did not quite care enough to inquire as to what he might have meant by it, after all you did not keep him around to be your conversation partner… For that both sides would have needed to keep their mouths unobstructed and you were already stuffing yours with his irresistibly swollen shaft.
Edward’s lightly salted precum mixed with the exquisite tobacco which still coated your palate made for a truly divine combination. You slowly dragged your tongue against the underside of his cock, sensing every tiniest ridge and crevice, feeling the ferocious heat which radiated outwards as his gargantuan form shook in untamed ecstasy. Your jaw was already aching from the strain as you attempted to fit the entirety of his humongous endowment down your throat, and yet you nevertheless greedily pushed forward, knowing that you won’t feel fully satisfied until you could smell the raw, primal scent of his pubic fur with your nose buried deep among it and could feel his huge, sweaty ballsack smacking against your beard with each thrust.
Your own stubby member was aching so badly that you had no other choice than to send your pudgy fingers haphazardly fumbling with your pants until his angry head stood there, just barely jutting past the zipper. But even if you could hardly fit him within your palm, each stroke filled you with so much of this animalistic, ecstatic bliss that it only took moments before the facade of a refined man of culture that you have cultivated on the outside began to crumble, giving way to your true self, the absolute horny cockslut who moaned like a cheap whore as you tightly sealed your bearded lips around your butler’s obscenely throbbing piece of meat and began to suck with every bit of determination left within your huge, corpulent body.
Edward went completely rigid, his immense muscles flexing and contracting all at once as a strangled cry tore from his throat and his hips began to buckle involuntarily. Driving yet another inch past your lips and making you gag, but that only made it so much more exciting! His impossibly wide, gigantic thighs were quaking before your very eyes but you showed no mercy whatsoever and only hungrily drove deeper, bobbing your head in a frantic rhythm. Your hirsute moobs and belly jiggling with each rapid stroke of your stubby nub.
You were in heaven and as you lifted your heavy-lidded eyes to fully take in the view of this muscular behemoth helplessly trembling above you, of his tremendous chest heaving with each labored breath, of all the glistening sweat pouring in rivulets through every perfectly defined curve and valley on his Herculean body. His face was flushed deep red and tilted far back as endless moans and gasps poured out of his bearded mouth. What you so desperately craved was already well on its way. Edward’s voice cracked into a guttural roar as his entire form froze in place as if a marble statue and then began to flood your mouth with endless waves of virile, hot seed.
The first rope nearly made you choke as it shot straight down your gullet, but you greedily swallowed it all, moaning around the pulsating cock as it continued to unleash more and more of that thick, salty nectar which immediately threatened to spill past your lips out of its sheer abundance. But the cum-hungry fiend like you would never let even a single drop go to waste as your eyes rolled back in bliss, an orgasm of pure delight sending your rotund frame into powerful spasms. Yet even then you didn’t stop swallowing for even a second, didn’t stop sucking and milking that glorious piece of meat until it was completely dry.
When Edward finally slid his cock out your throat with an obscene pop, both of you found yourself turning to find an older, distinguished and finely dressed gentleman observing you from the side. He was still slowly stroking his newly spent cock, his eyes glazed with pleasure, clearly having just finished as evidenced by the mess staining the floor between his legs. Somehow you knew that he was the owner of this antique store and with Edward’s prompt assistance you heaved yourself to back your feet, dabbing the corners of your mouth with the handkerchief you pulled out of your pocket.
“Hello my good Sir, please excuse this small indecency. I simply must inquire about purchasing this remarkable briar!”
Yet in reply you only saw his lips curving into a knowing smile underneath the monumental, white mustache which adorned them.
“Oh, my dear fellow, this magnificent performance alone was worth far more than any monetary sum I might have requested for this little trinket, please, do consider it yours. I only ask that you recommend my establishment to other acquaintances of yours, a place like this truly thrives on word of mouth, I believe you understand.”
After seeing that mischievous glint in his eyes the implication was indeed not lost on you and after thanking him profusely you once again nodded your head and gestured for Edward to follow you to the exit. As you stepped out into the afternoon air, the pipe was already back between your lips, delighting you once more with its exquisite taste. Yet you knew that the pleasures of the day were far from over, your hole was already twitching in anticipation of all the things Edward was going to subject it to with his monumental instrument once the both of you arrived in your bedchambers. The road back home couldn’t possibly be short enough.
Hi everyone, here is a recent request from one of my patrons, about River, a recent college graduate who while on a backpacking trip ends up at a remote gay nudist colony populated by hulking, hirsute bears with absolutely gigantic cocks!
If you liked it, I have just put up one more featuring the same protagonist on another bearish adventure of his: https://www.patreon.com/posts/151105072 and if you ever wanted me to write something for you, I currently have an idea box for caption stories still open right here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/150928804
River wanted to do this since pretty much forever, as a kid he used to listen to all those zany stories of his uncle about the countless hitchhiking trips that he, River’s dad and a bunch of their friends would take back in their twenties. He had to admit that nowadays all of it seemed a little old fashioned, he wasn’t sure if he’d seen a single hitchhiker asking for a pickup at the side of the road in years. Not very many of his college friends that he discussed the idea with seemed to think there was anything all that special about trekking through sun-beaten dirt roads that connected only to remote, nearly abandoned towns or sleeping by the bonfire under the stars. Especially so when instead compared to booking a plane ticket to another country so they could party and chill on the beach under the clear blue sky. That kind of stuff definitely wasn’t his style though, and a part of River was starting to really think this whole idea might forever stay just as something that he will always look back to as a thing he used to dream about in his youth but simply never got around to doing.
The day of his college graduation was coming and River really couldn’t imagine himself suddenly getting stuck in a ‘real’ job in some boring office so soon, he knew that with his degree and grades finding one wouldn’t be particularly difficult. He saw how many people from his year were booking months long trips abroad or taking an entire gap year ‘to find themselves’ and realized that it really was now or never. He spent the whole summer taking up about every part time job he could find in his town, stacking boxes in the warehouse, cleaning pools and mowing lawns in the entire neighborhood, running food delivery on about every phone app he could find until he had just enough cash to afford a decent backpack, a pair of solid trekking shoes like his uncle always said were very important and handful of other handy things like a small tent, a sleeping bag or a camp stove for when he wouldn’t be able to find any accommodation and had to camp out in the wild.
As soon as he was packed up and said goodbye to his family and friends, River set off without looking back. He didn’t really plan out anything specific, decided to start by hopping onto the bus, riding for a few hours until he was in a town whose name he’d never once heard before and then used the map on his phone to look out for interesting places he could see and visit. He kept moving like that, town after town, never staying more than a night or two, surprisingly enough, each place seeming to actually offer a genuinely interesting thing or two that without a doubt he would have never seen before if he’d only followed online tourist guides. Every now and then he had to walk for literal hours before he’d reached them if nobody willing to pick him up was driving by, but for River, it was all worth it just to get a lick of that sense of freedom that he’d never experienced before in his life.
Speaking of, one of the spots that caught his eye on the map definitely fit that vein, tucked away among the valleys halfway up a mountain ridge there was a place marked only by a short, strange name of ‘Bearskin Glade’, he couldn’t find any reviews or a website for it, not even a phone number to ask if it was still operational today, just a short description “men’s natural retreat, clothing optional, male guests only.” from a couple years ago. But holy crap, a real gay nudist colony! It was only a couple miles away, not even a full day’s worth of hiking to get there if he got lucky and someone in the nearby town happened to be driving in the same direction!
Truth be told, once he’d reached the town, it was a bit difficult to say how lucky he really got. From what he'd heard when he began asking around, it sounded like that campground was definitely still there now, but the locals didn't seem too happy about it. So many of them saying that River shouldn't so much as think about getting anywhere near that place because the things happening there simply weren't normal. One man even telling him about how his brother once wandered off there out of curiosity and never came back.
Jeez, after seeing their reactions River wasn't really that surprised. He knew that he shouldn't expect people in those small, rural communities to be equally open minded as back at home, but this was seriously something else. He was glad he didn't mention to any of them that he was ace himself or else god knows how they would have reacted! Despite everything, somehow what they told him only made this nudist colony sound so much more intriguing, making River want to visit it even more. River thanked the last guy he talked to and assured him that he will not be going anywhere near that place. After buying a quick snack and filling his water bottle at the only convenience store in town, he set out again, following an old, narrow road that wound upward towards the mountains, gradually losing pavement until it became little more than a path of loose gravel and sparse tufts of grass. The trek was tough but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to by this point, the fresh mountain air making him feel that much more energized.
To call the scenery picturesque would have been an understatement, and River definitely could see why people were so keen on staying here. It was already slowly starting to get darker but eventually, the path he followed opened onto a secluded clearing surrounded by massive pine trees. There, scattered across the field stood a fair number of wooden cabins. River let out a relieved sigh when he noticed that most of them had lights burning in their windows, it seemed like this place wasn’t abandoned after all and there were in fact a small handful of people living here. Not in the reception though! That’s what the nearest cabin by the path appeared to be, with an old rustic sign saying ‘Welcome to Bearskin Glade’ hanging by the door.
He did find a handwritten note with the phone number taped to the door saying that if the reception was empty, one should give it a call and then wait inside. River gave it a dial, feeling relieved that his phone still had some charge left after this whole day and after a few rings, a deep, husky voice answered, sounding quite excited to hear that someone new had just arrived. River heard him saying that he should stay put and that ‘they will be with him shortly’ and sure enough, after a minute or two, heard heavy footsteps crunching against the thick gravel covering the path to the reception and two absolutely massive, towering figures emerged into the lamplight installed by the door.
They were just gigantic, easily the most hirsute and muscular men River had ever seen in his entire life. Their massive scruffy beards and mustaches cascaded down their chests, and it would have hardly been an exaggeration to say that nearly impenetrable hair covered pretty much every visible inch of their skin below their necks. Making River’s heart almost skip a beat when at first, for a brief second, he genuinely thought there were a pair of actual bigfoots stomping towards him. What immediately caught his attention wasn’t just the size of their beards, but also their pecs, they were just immense! With big, pink, swollen and perked up nipples being about the only thing visible through their unbelievably abundant chest fur. Yet even that wasn’t exactly the first thing that River’s eyes darted to as soon as he saw them… everything he mentioned until now could still be somewhat considered within human proportions, but their cocks… holy shit! They were just unreal! Both of them hanging down to their knees, practically as thick as their already tree trunk wide thighs, complete with sets of enormous basketball sized balls! But somehow even despite how monstrously huge they were, River could have sworn that as soon as they stepped out of the darkness and laid their eyes on him, both of their ‘endowments’ began to stir and grow even bigger, dripping profusely from their tips.
For a second River thought that he’d dozed off while waiting for someone to arrive and was simply having a really messed up dream, but then he saw them getting closer, stomping towards him. His instincts screamed at him to move, but all he could do at that point was to stumble backwards through the reception door. The two massive beasts following him inside without any hesitation whatsoever, their enormous frames instantly filling the doorway one after the other, blocking off any faintest hope of escape once they were in. They stood next to each other forming a solid wall of flesh and fur, instantly making the entire cabin feel so tiny and cramped like they were sucking up all the space with their bulk. Their gigantic cocks swayed heavily with each step, constantly dripping and leaving wet trails across the cabin floorboards, it was clear that the sight of River got them really excited. He was just about to open his mouth and say something when a smell so intense it seemed almost like a physical force hit his nostrils, it was so thick… so strong… so impossibly masculine… that last word was what lingered inside River’s head as he immediately felt himself starting to sweat.
"Well, well, well… What do we have here? Just look at him Tony… heh… so glad that Cedric finally let us have a go at this! Aw, don’t look so scared little guy, my name’s King, we’re just here to give you a proper welcome to Bearskin Glade...”
Despite his appearance, the man’s voice sounded quite friendly, even playfully so, but River couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something almost predatory in the way his eyes seemed to follow his every smallest movement so closely. The even bigger and beefier man apparently named Tony who stood behind him did not say a word, just leaned back against the side of the doorframe and gave his arms a stretch, still appearing to pay some attention as not to bump into anything with how huge and bulky they were. Contrary to his more energetic, slightly shorter friend his face stayed completely casual and almost expressionless as he reached down to massage his shaft with a hand that might have just about rivaled an actual bear paw in size and maybe even hairiness too with all that dark fur covering its back and each of the broad, bulky knuckles.
“W… what do you mean a proper welcome?”
River was so freaked out that he could barely stutter out a simplest question, at least those two weren’t a pair of wild animals like he thought so at first, they could speak like regular people, but… with how huge they were and with how they immediately started stroking themselves as soon as they saw him, it was clear that something weird was going on here. They both seemed to find his question rather funny, the bigger one even let out a faint chuckle, making that enormous chest with his gigantic pecs covered in a jungle of dark fur bounce around slightly. King seemed very excited to give River an answer, grinning widely underneath the wild, bushy mane of dark-blonde hair which covered the lower half of his face. Both of their cocks were leaking so hard that precum was beginning to actually pool on the floor between their legs, forming small puddles.
“Hehe, just something to help you fit in better around here, little guy. I think some time with your face right between Tony’s pecs while I have some fun with your ass should do the trick! Only a couple loads of cum and you’re gonna be a huge, furry bear like the rest of us!”
Oh shit, what the fuck… River saw them taking a step forward, even just that was really putting into perspective how humongous they were compared to him. Two hulking walls of muscle and fur, countless tiny beads of sweat glistening underneath the lamp hanging from the cabin’s roof among their pelts. Their musk was so intense… it didn’t smell terrible… just so… powerful… for a moment River caught himself wondering how much stronger it would be if he had his face against Tony’s chest like King said… he let out a gasp, feeling even hotter than before… especially between his legs… no, no, wait…
“I’m not into this kind of stuff!”
Just as King stepped even closer, River wanted in turn to back away further only to realize that he was already pressed hard against the cabin wall. His heart was hammering, but for some reason even though he was scared out of his mind, he could feel his cock getting harder in his pants. He was already almost within the reach of their arms, their smell was everywhere, filling his lungs, seeping right into his brain, so overpowering that River could barely form a single clear thought. He didn’t even wince when King’s meaty, hirsute finger started teasingly caressing the side of his cheek.
“Oh, neither were we… hell, I even tried to run back to town through the middle of the forest after I saw a bunch of hulking, bearded fuckers tag teaming Tony and turning him into the sexy beast he is now! Guess you can guess how well that turned out… Cedric tracked me down in no time, but it was the load that Tony had pumped deep inside of me when he carried me back here that finally helped me see the light, heheh.”
As macabre as it sounded, River could clearly tell that they both looked back very fondly at that memory. Their bulky hands moved up and down their gigantic cocks even faster as they turned towards each other, gazing straight into each other’s eyes and leaning in for a passionate kiss. River had no idea what came over him because at first he had to barely stop himself from stepping closer, some wild instinct telling him to join in, feel those furry chests against his naked body… lose himself in those immense, cascading beards… he was actually just about to do it when he saw Tony leaning forward and pulling King into a tight embrace as they made out. There, previously blocked off by his humongous, bulky arm, there was a window!
This was his only chance, without even thinking River lunged for it, pushing himself through the gap and then through the window frame. He rolled after hitting the ground and immediately started running after getting up and trying his best to ignore whatever part of him was pleading to turn around and get back to those two huge, sexy bears so they could have their way with him in any way they wished! It seemed like they were so occupied with each other that a good couple moments had passed before River had heard their voices indicating that they even noticed he was gone.
He wasn’t sure if the headstart he had was going to matter though, it was pitch black everywhere around him, he could only see a few stars peeking through the cloudy night sky and the lights of the other cabins around him. King was right, there was no way he could possibly make it back to town, especially at night, the trek here took the entire day. As he patted his pocket, River realized with a sinking feeling that his phone was still back at the reception, oh no, he’d plugged it in to charge the instant he saw a free socket after arriving.
Shit… shit… River could already hear them stomping around and looking for him, it didn’t seem like they had spotted him among the darkness yet, but it was only a matter of time. He knew there was only one thing he could do… the other people here couldn’t possibly be as crazy as them… right? He began to sprint towards the nearest cabin he could see, the warm, muffled light spilling through its windows flickering like the only bit of hope he had left. The door was unlocked, he burst through it without even knocking and then closed it as fast as he could, praying that they hadn't noticed any of it.
Before as much as fully turning around River already had his mouth open, ready to beg for help, but what came out of it instead sounded more like a desperate gasp for air. Ugh… this… this smell… it was so strong… River took the lightest breath of it and his head was already growing fuzzy, like everything around him was somehow slowing down. The musk surrounded him, so thick he could almost physically feel it with each movement. He clamped both of his hands over his mouth but River knew it was already too late, his cock went fully hard in an instant and as his eyes met those of the literal giant sitting in an armchair across the room, he felt nothing but intense, uncontrollable arousal.
He sat in an enormous armchair right next to the dimly burning fireplace, so massive that if River hadn’t met King and Tony, he would have probably thought that the man was some kind of a statue at first. Then he saw him move, turning a page of a book resting on his fur-covered, colossal thigh, and despite River’s cock throbbing harder than ever in his entire life, he was so impossibly freaked out. This man, if one could even still call him that anymore, was truly something else, probably more than twice the size of King and Tony combined. His body hair, so impossibly dense, like a pelt of actual fur covering his body, all of it grey. The immense beard spread out wide across his gargantuan chest in endless wild curls. Hirsute balls the size of real life watermelons and an even more monstrous cock than those of the other giants, hanging over the two of them like a third leg. Its tip, already wet and shining with precum in the flickering light of the fireplace.
"Welcome young man… please come closer, I’m so happy to see you.”
His voice was calm, incredibly deep and resonant, almost fatherly in the way he spoke and River felt his feet moving before his brain could even process the situation. He tried to get himself to stop, tried to resist, but as he looked at the man’s face, the amber eyes underneath the massive, bushy eyebrows, he suddenly felt so warm and at peace. His cock still rock hard, straining against his jeans with each step, making him moan softly, every breath causing his head to swim even more. The giant set his book aside, beaming at River with a smile so kind and gentle that it almost looked out of place on his rugged, bearded face.
"That's it… don’t be afraid… My name is Cedric, I have founded this place, built it to show other men what they could become… I know that you will love it, son”
River's legs were shaking so much that he could barely stand, by now he understood completely what this man was talking about. No matter how crazy it sounded, he somehow knew it was real. He tried to speak, to protest, but Cedric reached out with one of his enormous hirsute arms and pulled him forward with a shocking gentleness, carefully placing his hand behind River’s back. Even then River’s legs felt like jelly and he stumbled forward, falling right against Cedric’s chest that alone was big and broad enough to dwarf his entire body. Suddenly River’s face and arms were buried in fur so thick it seemed like he was laying among tall grass on a wild meadow.
Cedric’s deep, dense pelt eclipsed him completely and somehow it was the most wonderful feeling he’d ever experienced. He started to caress the soft, slightly damp hairs and run his fingers through the impenetrable thicket they formed on the bearded behemoth’s chest, feeling his entire body rise and gently fall whenever Cedric took a breath. Something inside River’s head commanded him to take the deepest inhales he could, he didn’t think there was any actual air left inside his lungs anymore, just Cedric’s manly, bearish musk. He felt his face pushing deeper inside the fur, as if that could let him breathe in more of it. He was moaning uncontrollably, humping against Cedric’s stomach, his cock feeling so hard, constantly jerking and spurting precum, clothes getting so uncomfortably tight…
His body was starting to change, he knew it, it started with the warmth in his chest, River heard his shirt starting to tear as his pecs swelled against the fabric, growing heavier and rounder, the muscles on his shoulders expanding in every direction. He couldn’t see it, his face buried completely within Cedric’s pelt but River sensed every single hair follicle erupting with thick, brown locks across his back and chest. They were spreading rapidly, covering his nipples, climbing all the way up to his collarbone, his shoulders grew even wider as the fur reached them, muscles piling up underneath the skin, swelling biceps and forearms ripping the remains of his shirt to shreds.
River tried to pull away, a small part of him still unable to believe that it was really happening, but he discovered that he hardly moved at all, both of his hands instead clutching tightly onto Cedric’s pelt and keeping him in place. He started to shake, begging himself to let go so he could escape, until he suddenly felt Cedric’s palm on the back of his head.
“It’s okay son, you don’t have to fight it… you are becoming such a magnificent bear. Let me help you…”
As soon as River heard that warm, paternal voice all tension seemed to evaporate from his body, he allowed Cedric to guide his head downwards, his body gently sliding all the way to the floor within the giant’s embrace. Suddenly he was right between the bear’s impossibly broad, furry thighs, his face right at the level of his swollen, deep-red cockhead. Thick, musky precum was steadily flowing out of its tip, the smell so potent, so primal and masculine that after the faintest huff, River’s brain had completely switched off. Pure instincts taking over instead, telling him to open his mouth, to reach out forward with his tongue.. closer… closer… sheer pleasure erupting all across his body as it began to grow faster than ever before.
The first gulp of Cedric’s precum didn’t even need to make it all the way down River’s gullet for his stomach to already expand with huge abs growing outwards, forming into a proper, bearish musclegut, already fully covered with dense, brown hair. His jeans bursting at the seams, hirsute thighs exploding with boundless mass. Hair so thick it put to shame any man that River had ever seen until today was crawling all over his body, his back, his arms and legs. An itch overtook his face as a beard pushed out around his mouth, but it didn’t bother him one bit, River remembered how proud Cedric sounded when he called him a bear, he wanted to hear it again, he wanted to be one… to have a huge, magnificent beard just like him.
He was moaning at the top of his lungs around Cedric’s cock, both of his hands rubbing against his cheeks, fingers combing through the fur streaming down his face in endless waves. Even his face was shifting, becoming more rugged and masculine, River could feel it all and it felt so amazing that he couldn’t stop himself anymore, he needed it! Greedily gulping up more and more of Cedric’s pre. The only thing that gave him more pleasure than caressing his thickening facial fur was reaching down to discover just how massive his own cock had grown already. His pants have long given out, it was hanging freely, throbbing, its girth so beyond any human limits that he wouldn’t be able to close both of his hands around it, no matter how much he tried.
Yet each stroke River gave it felt so unbelievably good, pleasure erupting all across his mind and nearly blinding him with its intensity. A wild, animalistic need was driving him to run his palms up and down the titanic shaft faster and faster, his balls were so full, so heavy, pushing his legs apart with how huge they have grown already. He was getting closer to setting all that pent up seed free and River knew that so was Cedric, constantly hearing the older bear panting in deep arousal. He was no longer just nursing on his flowing pre but also massaging the head of this gigantic cock with his lips, guided by pure instinct, wanting to thank this man for the wonderful gift he’d given him.
Oh god, he never would have imagined that such pleasure could even exist. There wasn’t even a shred of doubt of hesitation left, he wanted it… he needed it… His body was still growing and expanding in every direction, all that already unbelievably thick fur only increasing in density even more, beard starting to reach all the way down to his stomach. River could sense how humongous he’d gotten compared to the scrawny college graduate who’d arrived here not even a full hour ago. He was one of them now! A true, hulking, manly bear! And he would never go back!
River instinctively flexed his arms, feeling his heart beating faster, his cock starting to jerk, twitch all on its own, oh fuck… it was coming… his muscles started to tense up, pressure mounting inside his balls, then with a helpless, guttural grunt, his unbearably hard cock gave its last powerful jerk as it started shooting one massive volley of cum after another. His back arched, head thrown far back as a horny moan of exhaustion and relief rose through his throat. His voice sounded so much deeper and rougher than the last time he’d heard it and somehow that turned him on even more. It was pure ecstasy, the truly blinding power of the orgasm filling his head. And yet this still wasn’t over…
Just as he was barely starting to regain his full consciousness, River felt as if the entire cabin was beginning to shake, the floorboards themselves creaking and groaning, but that was nothing compared to the vibration coming from Cedric’s gargantuan chest, it didn’t even sound like something a living being would produce, rather more like a primal force of nature. The rumbling of an upcoming earthquake. Cedric’s eyes were focused on River, he looked pleased, as he rapidly stroked his gigantic piece of meat between his palms.
“Grr… open wide son, it’s time for papa to mark you as his cub…”
Cedric growled as he pointed his shaft right at River, his voice so powerful it was resonating throughout his entire body, lustful grunts coursing through everything around them. He watched as if hypnotized when the hulking mass of fur and muscle started frantically thrusting forward, every last fiber in that enormous body tensing up to the limit. River’s tongue lolled out as far as it could and as if that was the sign that the bearish giant was waiting for, his ears were filled with a deafening roar that made even the windows of the cabin rattle in their frames.
In an instant River’s entire world went white, the uncontrollable blast that erupted from Cedric’s cock almost knocking him back, endless ropes of thick, hot cum were continuously splattering across his face, chest, beard, drenching every last bit of body in potent bear seed. Soaking into his fur, flowing so heavily it was practically cascading down his body, River felt like he was in heat, greedily licking it off his fingers, scooping it up into his mouth in a total frenzy, he couldn’t stop, it was pure essence of raw masculinity and now finally he felt it seeping into his skin, coursing right through him, completing him.
Cedric’s orgasm seemed to last forever, his enormous balls continuing to produce more and more cum, River never taking a break from gulping up as much of it as he physically could, feeling the effects that each drop had on him, making him grow even more, cover with more fur, causing his muscles to strengthen and expand further beyond any limits. All of it was a blur, he didn’t think, only behaving like a wild, hungry beast and so did Cedric. He didn’t know for how much longer they'd kept at it. It might have been entire hours later when River finally collapsed on top of the older bear’s body out of sheer exhaustion. Cedric was already snoring and River felt himself starting to doze off as well, pressing his bearded face against the cum-soaked fur on his lover’s chest. It no longer seemed so impossibly huge, this was just how much he’d grown. He loved it, but most importantly, he loved that he finally found a place where he truly belonged.
