As we move into the holiday season, we would like to issue our annual warning about bear attacks. With colder weather setting in, an increased number of bears will be driven indoors as they search for food, warmth, and mates. And bears are far more dangerous in confined spaces.
Take this specimen here for instance. At first glance, he seems like a kind, friendly, fuzzy man who would keep you warm through a cold winter night. Maybe not the most happening upstairs, but he means well. Would you believe that just this summer he looked more like this?
Young and cute, but certainly not the hairy beast we have seen him turn into this season. If you are going out this winter, be aware, and be alert for the warning signs and know what to do if a bear sets its sights on you. First, how do you identify a bear? There are a few common varieties, each with their own quirks:
You have the very standard Grizzly bear, warm and cuddly. Pronounced dad bod. Notice the expression, the signature bear smirk. This will be one of the earliest signs that a bear is on the hunt.
Of course you also have the muscle bears. Their signature muscles will be coated in a thick layer of fur, accentuating their size. Hair will peak out from beneath heavy biceps, and their tank tops give no doubt to the forest underneath. They will often infiltrate and train you up before attacking. They like their marks ready, bro.
Even the smaller, younger cubs present a danger this time of year. They may seem helpless, but let us assure you they are far more knowledgeable than they seem. They can cause some of the most drastic changes in age, hair, and temperament. Countless men soon find themselves caring for their cubs, foraging for them, and assuming responsibility as they age into papa bears for their sweet little cubs.
Now bears will all hunt in their own ways, but there are patterns to their behavior. First, bears tend to congregate together. If you notice one, be on alert for others. Second, beware of beer and whiskey drinks offered to you. These are the trademark drinks of several bear species. Third, monitor the air in a room. That many big, burly men will tend to warm a place up and start to sweat, and bear musk is among their most potent tools to pacify targets. And in greater numbers these effects can be amplified. Their fur traps the musk close to their skin, so the closer they get the more enraptured you will become. If you are subjected to a direct hit from, say, a bear’s pit, it may already to be too late.
In case you find yourself taken back to a bear’s den, all is not lost yet, but far more drastic measures may need to be taken. Continued exposure to them will accelerate any changes, so you must be quick and decisive. First, avoid any food they may offer you, no matter how starved you may suddenly feel yourself becoming. Feeding the insatiable new hunger will only awaken the bear that is growing inside of you. Second, avoid direct contact with their fur. They may appear warm and inviting, and their cuddles are indeed among the coziest in the world. But skin-to-fur contact encourages hair growth as your body grows a pelt of its own. Third, avoid getting under the covers with them. Their body heat will quickly begin to melt your wits and your body will begin sweating, creating a musk of its own to compliment. Take this young man for example:
He barely made it out from a cuddle session with a bear, but some drastic changes have already occurred. His 6 pack abs have begun their journey to a muscle gut. He can hardly go a day without shaving or a full beard will quickly cover his face. And the musk he now produces keeps him far hornier than he ever was before. The effect seems to be limited to just himself, for now. Can you believe he is only 21? Hasn’t been carded in months. He had to drop from his football team, no longer in the right shape for it. He now is much more suited to rugby. And he is one of the lucky ones. This one was not so lucky:
These two photos were taken mere days apart. He was, sadly, subjected to the final transformation: becoming a bear himself. After being taken to a den, accepting some greasy snacks, and cuddled into submission, this poor man was selected to be a bear’s mate. He was laid on his back, had his clothes removed, and the bear started massaging his legs and thighs. He ran his thick fingers over his hole and slowly worked his way inside to stretch him out for what was to come. It wasn’t long before his bear dick was pressed against him, and he felt the thick, veiny cock begin to slowly pump into his cavity. Once bears get started, it is nearly impossible to get them to stop. His thighs slapped against his target’s ass as his wild bush pressed against his hole. When a bear decides to breed, it is hot, steamy, and rough. Moans tend to erupt from victims as their body betrays them, fur pushing out from every follicle, minds consumed by thoughts of sex, food, and men. Their dicks tend to stretch to match that of their mate’s, growing thick as a beer can, and so sensitive. Any memories that conflict with the bear they are becoming are churned by a new, heavy sack. Testicles will swell to the size of golf balls under the effort. Their old lives leak out of their cocks as they are edged, molding beneath their captor until the bear is happy with their target. And then, the bear will come, pumping load after load deep into their new mate. The target’s belly bloats to contain it all, creating the signature bear gut that juts out over their new bodies. The effort will push any last memories out as their cock erupts. Both bears will quickly be exhausted, falling asleep in a sticky, smelly, sweaty heap. And then it’s over. We have yet to discover a way to revert any victims. Not that they would want to. They become enraptured with their new bodies, and begin to hunt on their own for new mates. It is said a bear has an insatiable appetite, and will change as many men as they can get their hands on in a winter season until they find the perfect mate for hibernation.
It is advised that men stay aware, stay alert, and stay away. Report any bear sightings immediately. And stay tuned for any further information.
Niku breathes deeply, eyes half lidded as his sight almost swirls. The ropes dig into Niku's thick bulky body, suspending his bared body in the corner of the collection room. His thoughts were so murky, there was no way to tell how many hours have passed. Or was it days?
A deep whining escapes Niku's lips as a wave of pleasure pulses briefly through him. His heaving pecs quiver. Drops of white leak from his nipples, streaming down the bulging flesh in thin white streams. A man in white enters the room, holding a clipboard.
"It's time for your extraction."
One month ago
The sterile white light of the Hercule-Chem lab flickered overhead. Niku sat on the examination table, feet dangling, fingers nervously drumming on his knee. He looked around nervously, clad only in his white briefs. His lean, wiry frame looked almost out of place in this facility, his slender arms wrapped around his narrow torso. He had always been on the smaller side; 5’5” and maybe 130 pounds on a good day. His metabolism burned through food like a furnace, leaving him perpetually skinny no matter how much he lifted. That was why he had signed up for this trial. Desperation. He was tired of being the smallest guy at the gym, of watching bulkier men press weights he could only dream of.
Enter Dr. Morrow, a smirking, too-clean man in a lab coat, held out a small, unassuming red pill. "This is the latest iteration of our muscle enhancement formula. Fast-acting. Permanent. You’ll be the first human test subject. Just to be sure, per your contract, we will not be liable for any side effects. This is the purpose of the trial after all. Are we clear?"
Niku swallowed hard. He remembered the mini novel of a contract that he looked over...skimmed...bah, who had time for all that anyway? Niku nods, then took the pill from Morrow’s gloved fingers. No turning back now. He popped it in his mouth, washing it down with a sip of water.
At first, nothing.
Then, a pulse. Deep inside his chest, like his heart had begun to overclock. His breath caught in his throat. Fingers twitched. A heat flared in his core, spreading outward like wildfire, spreading down his limbs. His skin tingled, his bones ached, but not painfully. No, it was deep, like pressure moving outward. He let out a slow exhale, but it hitched as something unexpected happened. There was a growing pressure in his nipples, growing painfully sensitive, and a warm trickle slid down his chest. He looked down.
Milky droplets beaded from his nipples, dripping slowly down his flat pecs. “What the--?” He grunts as his muscles clenched, a deep, involuntary flex that made his whole body spasm.
Then, growth.
It started in his arms, veins rising as his biceps thickened. His forearms swelled, the once barely-there sinew expanding into defined, meaty muscle. His shoulders broadened, bones creaking as his frame grew. His pecs pushed forward, swelling with mass and power, his nipples pointing lower as they continued to leak. His abs tightened, each ridge sharpening into clear-cut definition as his waist widened slightly to keep up.
Niku's thighs followed next, the once slim legs bulging outward as muscle piled on. His quads flared, thick slabs of meat pressing against each other, his calves rounding out, growing into dense, corded muscle. His entire body surged, every fiber packing on mass with each breath.
Heat flooded his groin. Already hard from the intense rush, it pulsed, a wet spot darkening the front of his briefs. Precum seeped freely, more with every heartbeat, an uncontrollable reaction to the sheer power coursing through him. His balls swelled, pulling heavier between his massive, muscled thighs.
"Ahh!!f-fuck--!" Niku groaned, gripping the table as another wave hit. His chest heaved, pecs shaking with the motion, his traps rising thick around his neck. He was massive now, towering over his previous form, easily over six feet, packed with pure, unrelenting muscle.
And still, his nipples dripped. His cock throbbed. His body radiated power, virility, raw masculine force.
Dr. Morrow watched, jotting notes. "Fascinating. Seems the formula is working even better than expected...although those are a little...unexpected." The doctor points to Niku's puffy, leaking nubs. "Customers may not be happy with that...though we can absolutely sell these as lactation and milking pills, turn it into a feature instead of a bug..."
Dr. Morrow was talking more to himself at this point, writing on his clipboard as Niku is panting, feeling himself up. His meaty hands rub up and down the newly grown musculature, fresh nerve endings sending waves of pure sensation through his whole body. Niku let out a ragged breath, licking his lips as he flexed an arm, marveling at the sheer size of it.
With a clack of his pencil onto clipboard, Dr. Morrow gives Niku a too pleasant smile. "Now then, let's begin the extraction, shall we?"
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Niku is crying out helplessly, dangled from the ceiling and bound in ropes. His wrists and ankles are tied, unable to free himself, while his arms and legs are secured. The ropes tie around his torso, wrapping under and between his pecs, making his chest bulge lewdly. His ass is exposed, ropes tied around his hips and between his glutes to keep his body secure.
Two suction cups attached to rubber tubes continuously drain Niku of the milk in his fleshy pecs, filling a nearby container for the second time today. Niku's throbbing member is also covered in a suction device, collecting every drop of semen out of Niku's body.
Niku is a quivering mess, as his fluids are collected in the name of science. For the sake of making other men just as big, if not bigger. At least, that's what the doctor said. According to him, there's a lot of data the can be gleamed from his milk and semen about how the drugs affected his body.
But none of that matters to Niku. He gets paid per ounce of fluids extracted. He was no better than a cow at this point. But he wouldn't change anything about his current situation. Why would he? He doesn't have to think. He just does what he's told and gets to feel hours of euphoria AND a paycheck in return.
Although through the fog of his thoughts, he does wonder one thing.
If he took another one of those pills...would he make even more milk?
How dumb does your training make minds? While I like muscles, and I know I am capable of putting in that work, dumbness is really what I crave
Listen up, because you need to understand what's about to happen. The files I sent you on Telegram are highly addictive, and once you start, you won't be able to stop. They'll ignite an obsession with bodybuilding, consuming your every thought and action. As you prioritize muscle growth, you'll start to notice a decline in your mental sharpness. Your IQ will drop, and your ability to think critically will dwindle. But it won't stop there. The more muscle mass you gain, the dumber you'll become. It's a vicious cycle that's almost impossible to break. You'll be trapped in a never-ending quest for physical perfection, sacrificing your intelligence and mental well-being along the way. So, consider this your warning: once you start down this path, there's no turning back.
Listen up, guys! Gather 'round. I'm gonna share a secret with you. You wanna be the biggest, baddest, most unstoppable force in the gym? You wanna be the dumb muscle bro?
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Here's the formula: lift big, lift often, and don't worry about the brains. You don't need 'em, bro! The bigger you get, the dumber you become. It's science!
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So here's the plan:
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