Becoming the Bear

Mitch tugged gently on the bear's furry sides and pulled him down onto the bed. It became obvious why the bed was so very outsized. Their host obviously entertained bears here, the bed was constructed to accommodate their size and bulk. Walt stretched out beside Mitch, and carefully cupped his balls in a massive paw. The claws were oddly cold against his thighs. Mitch used his hands and tongue to explore every part of the bear's anatomy. It was impossible for him to deep throat the bear dick, but he managed to give the end a nice tongue bath. His hands edged in through the dense fur and stroked and caressed the underlying muscle. The warm musky scent that arose was intoxicating, making Mitch hornier than ever and filling his head with wild animalistic thoughts.

Walt soon rolled over on his belly and then rose up, once more separating Mitch's legs with his paws. His jutting cock was slick with a combination of his own precum and Mitch's saliva. Mitch's face registered his fear. Walt's deep brown eyes saw that, and slowly shook his head and put a paw gently on Mitch's belly. He made a low, soft rumble to reassure his cub and slowly lowered his frame so his stiff meat lay next to Mitch's, his balls draped over Mitch's smaller, still human set.

Mitch gulped and slowly raised his legs, but Walt again shook his head and began to gently hunch his gut, moving his cock against Mitch's belly. Mitch rolled his eyes and head back and forth, driven nearly mad with desire spawned by the scent and feel of this bear. Walt increased both his speed and pressure, gradually plowing his cock through the thick hair on Mitch's belly, making it sticky with precum. He moved faster and faster, with Mitch moving in time with him. Suddenly Walt raised up and let out a shattering roar, straining his cock forward. His increased length brought it close to Mitch's mouth and Mitch leaned forward as far as he could and took the tip into his mouth. The taste was sharp and hot, but nothing quite prepared Mitch for what happened next. Walt roared again, surged forward, and fired a scalding rope of bear seed into Mitch's mouth, flooding it. Mitch had no choice but to swallow, for Walt was pumping a lot more into his mouth. Mitch tried frantically to swallow fast enough. It was a losing battle. Bearcum ran out of Mitch's mouth and into his beard and chest fur. Walt's growls continued as he pulled back and shot three more volleys across Mitch's bearded face and chest. The last shot coated Mitch's belly hair down to his navel.

Walt eased himself down next to Mitch, taking care not to crush him. He rolled onto his back and pulled Mitch up onto his heavy belly, cupping his ass in each paw. He gently encouraged Mitch to work his hips and rub his cock in the dense bear belly fur. Mitch needed no further encouragement. He eagerly pumped his meat against the muscular padded belly of his papa bear, growing more heated and urgent with each stroke. If a bear could smile, Walt was smiling as he held his cub while he drove himself towards his climax. He pressed Mitch close as his cub growled loud and gripped fistfuls of fur and shot his load, cementing the two of them together.

The two clung to each other as their breathing returned to normal. Walt slowly returned to his hybrid ursine-human shape and began licking bear sperm out of Mitch's beard and off his face, sharing it with Mitch as he cleaned with deep muzzle to mouth kisses.

"Wow," Mitch said. "That was fucking fantastic!" He hugged the more human form of Walt, and was starting to say more when a loud metallic clang interrupted. "Now what the HELL is that?"

Walt laughed and growled out in deeper than his usual tones, "That would be coach's chuck wagon triangle. Breakfast must be ready."

Breakfast was served and consumed in the speed that only hungry bears can manage. Only a week along towards his first change, Mitch had still developed a bearish appetite. It was only afterward, when the dishes where cleared and washed that Coach looked lustfully at the two younger bears sharing the kitchen with him. "Heh... you have any idea how hot you two look there, naked and furry, like me? You smell like sex, too... you know what that does to me."

"Oh, I know... it has had its usual effect on you from what I can see, you horny ol' bear!" Walt looked at Vic's jutting cock appreciatively and then laughed. Walt stepped into Vic's waiting arms and hugged him tight, his own thickening cock competing with Coach's for space between them.

Walt put out an arm and motioned for Mitch to join the couple. Mitch stretched his arms wide and embraced the two larger bears and hugged them, gently at first, then more fiercely. Even in their human form, it was a stretch to reach both of them. Paws groped and faces nuzzled, and gradually the three moved into the living room and sank onto the large rug before the fire. They took turns sucking each other, becoming familiar with Mitch's shape and scent, as he did with theirs. Neither Walt nor Vic changed, both realizing that Mitch would not be able to accommodate their hybrid or full ursine cocks.

Vic moved Walt into an all-fours position and began probing his butt with his tongue. Soon the thick fur there was soaked with spit, wet and glistening. Vic mounted, and in one sure stroke, buried is heavy meat balls-deep in Walt's ass. Walt let out a loud sigh as his daddy bear's cock found its home.

Mitch watched, wide-eyed. He had seen other men fuck, and he'd participated in his first four-way not too many weeks ago. This was different. Coach's thick blond pelt looked reddish in the firelight. Walt's darker fur was beginning to mat with sweat. Both bears made love with a comfortable familiarity that was very different from the charged coupling that Mitch had participated in with Walt earlier, but equally arousing. Deep urges flitted through Mitch's mind as he watched, the need to mount and thrust, the need to be taken and filled, the wild primal needs surged through him as they had never before. He'd never felt this... hungry... for sex before. His cock was swollen and painfully hard, leaking precum down his shaft, onto his balls, falling with long clear glistening strands to drip on the floor.

Coach grunted and strained forward, then thrust several times hard into Walt's ass. Walt braced to take the deep thrusts, head down and panting. Coach gripped his cub, pulling him tightly against his golden furred body, as if he were trying to merge with Walt; his throat emitted a low, prolonged, growling moan of pure pleasure. Mitch could almost feel Vic and Walt's pleasure in his own body. When Vic was finished, he hugged Walt around the middle and very slowly pulled out, wiggling his hips slightly as he did, his meat red and glistening with cum. He flopped over on his back and pulled his cub on top, kissing him deeply. They played tongue tag for a while and then Walt transferred his attentions to Vic's large nipples, sucking and chewing on them, provoking satisfied growls from the blond bear. Vic's big hairy golden paws petted Walt. As the cub suckled he made that odd 'motor' pleasure sound again. Mitch wondered if the change permanently transformed the vocal box even in human form to allow them to make that sound or if it was just something you could learn to do after having done it.

Mitch moved close to stroke and pet Walt's hairy back and butt as he circled each nip with his tongue, then blew on them until they were erect knobs. Mitch remembered to get a better look at the bear paw print tattoo on Walt's chest while sucking his nipple; it said "Daddy's"; Mitch smiled, Walt really loved his Daddy. He put his hand down and fondled Walt's hefty ball sack, rolling the heavy balls between his fingers, tugging gently. Walt growled with pleasure. Walt moved off Vic, leaving his belly fur soaked and matted with his precum and raised Vic's legs up on his shoulders. A strand of precum ran between Vic's belly and the tip of Walt's cock. It draped itself across Vic's still half-hard cock. Walt's own cock was fully erect and drooling.

"Makes good lube, doesn't it?" Mitch said, reaching forward to get some on his hand to taste it. He was surprised at the deepness of his own voice as he growled and tasted.

"Just watch!" Walt chuckled. He centered his tip on the pink, furry pucker in the middle of Vic's exposed butt. Vic shifted his legs a bit so they were more firmly on Walt's shoulders. Walt eased his cock in part way and then pulled out. "Milk me, cubby," he said to Mitch. Mitch put his hand around Walt's thick meat and squeezed as he ran his hand forward, squeezing out a big blob of clear precum. He moved Walt's cock around so it was smeared on Vic's asshole. "Again," Walt said and Mitch complied. This time, Walt pushed in deeper.

"That's it, son," Vic breathed, as Walt slowly pumped deeper and deeper into his butt. Vic looked at Mitch. "Hold our balls, cub."

Mitch scooted around and managed to cradle both bear's ball sacks while Walt thrust more and more quickly into Vic. Suddenly, he felt Walt's sack tighten and snug up. His thrusting became more rapid and less rhythmic. "Oh, fuck, son... I can feel that hot bear juice of yours way deep in me! Fuck! What a grizzly stud!"

"Oh... Fuck..." Mitch could tell Walt was getting very close. "Come on you hairy ol' bastard, grab my nips!" Coach growled lustily; the language was turning him on. He reached up and pinched Walt's nipples, rolling them around roughly between his forefinger and thumb. "Yeah! FUCK, yeah!" Walt yelled as he shot. Panting and sweating, he gave his papa bear a last few thrusts and squirts, then bent him double to kiss him savagely, pushing on the back of Coach's head to mash their skulls as tightly together as possible, thrusting their tongues in and out of each other's mouths in an oral imitation of their coupling. Walt lay atop his daddy and the tenderness between the two returned as they cuddled; soft loving words, endearments, soft laughter and compliments shared between the two. Both turned their attention to Mitch, including him in the exchange.

The three bears lay together for a bit, resting, but soon Walt and Coach began to stroke and fondle Mitch. Walt pulled Mitch's head onto his lap and reached down to work his nipples and fondle his thick chest fur, while Coach hoovered his cock into rigid alertness. Vic had learned a trick or two in the cock sucking department over the years, and he used them now in driving Mitch wild with lust and frantic with the need to shoot. Reveling in the attention of the two hyper masculine bears, Mitch moaned and squirmed and bucked, on his way to a shattering climax that left Vic's mouth full. As Vic pulled off Mitch's pulsing member, Mitch fired the last two shots up and over his own head, hitting Walt in the chest and beard behind him. Coach moved up Mitch's body as Walt scooped up Mitch's seed and ate it. Vic, his mouth still full of Mitch's come pressed his lips to Mitch's mouth and they both shared the seed.

Gasping, Mitch asked. "Is it always this good?"

Vic chuckled. "Always!" Walt reached forward and boxed Vic's ears. Vic chuckled.

"Don't tease, you old fart!" Walt looked down at Mitch. "Sometimes it's hot and heavy, sometimes its easy and lazy, but its always good. You can't behave like a porn star all the time." He grinned and bent to kiss Mitch's upturned face.

The rest of the day passed in lazy play. Coach retrieved a cigar from his walk in humidor and lit up. Mitch got to look around inside it. There were a number of brands, expensive brands from the look of them, and several containers of sweet smelling pipe tobacco. Mitch was introduced to the shotgun technique, something he'd seen others of his baby boomer generation do with pot. Vic would take a drag on the cigar and breathe it into Mitch's lungs. There was some coughing on the new cub's part, but Mitch found it to be a turn-on. He didn't plan to make a habit of it, though.

"My ol' man limits himself to one a day, don't ya Papa?" Walt asked.

Vic added, "Mostly though it's every other day."

Walt patted Mitch on the back, "He's sharing something special with you, cub."

Vic growled around his stogie, "Even we werebears need to limit ourselves. It's not like it's going to kill me, but if I do more than one a day, I'll get used to doing it and it might decrease my lung power temporarily. Mostly, I don't want it to be a habit, not that I'll die of cancer or anything. You appreciate things more if they're not as often, though I know werebears who have one in their mouths all day long, every day.

Walt and Coach shared the cigar with each other until it was done.

The lighter chat alternated with more serious discussions about the future and what Mitch's change would mean to it. A break for supper, then more play and talk.

Finally, Vic stretched and scratched his belly, yawning all the time. "Time to hit the sack and snooze. We've got lots to do and you, my son, have a cub to work out... and chores to do." Vic padded off towards the bedroom, followed by the two younger bears. Mitch crawled in between the two larger bears. There was some more lazy fondling and kissing and soon all three were snoring.

Mitch woke pressed between two furry bears. He'd jacked off for the last forty years thinking about Coach and Walt and yesterday, he'd made love with both for real. Bright daylight, all the brighter for the reflection off the snow, streamed in through the slightly parted curtain. He yawned. Vic was still snoring softly and he turned toward Walt. Walt's eyes were open looking at his cub, searching for a reaction. Mitch smiled and nuzzled his beard, then kissed Walt softly. "Morning, woofer."

Walt sighed and put an arm across Mitch's shoulders, pulling him in for another kiss. "Morning, cub."

Mitch turned, put his nose to Vic's back and breathed in his scent, gently petting the soft, dense golden fur. Vic's snoring stopped; there was a deep sleepy grunt and then more snoring. Walt, in the meantime was rubbing Mitch's furry butt and back. Mitch turned back to Walt who was smiling his beautiful impish smile.

"I still can't believe all of this! It's so... so perfect." Mitch said.

"Yeah, well when you see the list of chores the ol' man over there will have for us, us meaning YOU," Walt smiled again, "you might change yer mind. Though he's been tellin' me I need to get some more muscle on me so I'll probably help some. His jobs are designed to be physically hard to give your body a workout... and Hell; he gets free labor out of it so it's a sweet deal for Daddy. So, how did you sleep... son?"

"Umm, good. Better than I thought I would, but gee, I had some weird dreams."

"Yeah, that's expected. You'll have some really weird-ass ones before all this is through. That's one reason Coach wants at least one of us with you any time you sleep or nap. 'Course, it's just good sleeping with ya anyway!" Walt said and wrapped a paw around Mitch's morning wood.

"Son... that's just so strange. I mean, you and I are the same age." Mitch said and Walt gave him a look. "OK, you're a year and a half older, but that's still not enough difference."

"That's why I prefer to call you 'cub'... that can mean 'son' but also li'l bro or... squirt or... li'l pest." Walt smiled because he knew what was coming next and was right; Mitch pulled his pillow out from under his head and hit Walt in the face. Walt threw back the covers, grabbed Mitch and rolled on top of him, pinning him and then kissing him. All the activity, however, had roused the coach.

"You two kids take it to a guest room; some of us are trying to hibernate over here!" Vic growled in his deepest bass. Turning his head just enough to give them both a glare with his ice blue, slightly bloodshot, right eye, the other was squeezed shut against the offensively bright light. He reached back for a pillow, snatched the one with which Mitch had hit Walt and covered his head with it, pulling all the covers over him.

Walt hugged Mitch and whispered. "You hungry, buddy?"

Mitch considered and answered in a whisper. "Yes... really hungry. I feel like I haven't eaten in days and I need to pee real bad." Walt grabbed Mitch's cock and squeezed, an evil grin on his face. He released and rolled out of the big bed and Mitch followed; the two naked men padded to the bathroom. They stood, holding each other, guiding each other's streams into the bowl. After washing up, they went to the kitchen.

Walt started to prepare breakfast.

"Can I help?" Mitch asked.

"Nah... today, you just sit and eat." Walt replied. Walt had put on an apron. "Never fry bacon naked." he said to Mitch in a tutorial way.

"Voice of experience?" Mitch asked

"Yup!" Walt replied and rubbed at his crotch through the apron.

Mitch laughed. "Did daddy kiss it and make it better?"

Walt grinned, "Bears do love bacon fat."

He started a skillet on the range, adding slabs of butter to melt. He cracked and whisked eggs and started another skillet for them. He took out sausage and bacon from the reefer, along with milk. Grabbing a mixing bowl, he began batter for pancakes; he took a bag of blueberries out of the freezer and tossed a couple of handfuls into the batter. He reached for a stone jug and waved it at Mitch.

"Real maple, from Canada, and not store bought, either!" Walt said and then put his nose over the opening of the jug and filled his lungs with the heavenly aroma. "Coach knows a brother shifter up there who makes it the old fashioned way... of course, the Bear is about the age of my ol' man; so of course it's gonna be made the 'old fashioned' way."

Soon the kitchen was wreathed in delicious smells.

"Hey, that's way too much!" Mitch said seeing the pile of food on the large plate. "I usually have some yogurt and cereal, maybe a banana for breakfast, the cholesterol has been creeping up, gotta watch that."

"Not any more, you don't," Walt grinned. "One of the advantages" He set a huge plate in front of Mitch. "Bears and werebears process fats far more efficiently than primates do; it goes to our gut, but then we burn it too when we transform... or hibernate. Eat up, cub." He watched with pleasure as Mitch began to eat slowly, then faster. Soon the plate was empty and Mitch was eyeing the griddle.

"Are there more of those?" he asked.

Walt barked a laugh. "Ha! Told you so!" Walt took Mitch's plate and threw a couple more pancakes on from a platter and a couple more sausages and some more eggs. When he turned around, he caught Mitch sneaking bacon from his plate and gave him a look.

"Gonna starve before I fill your plate?" Walt asked. Mitch grinned. He sat with Mitch and added some of the remaining food to his own plate, shaking his head and chuckling. "I don't mean you shouldn't eat balanced. That's still important; we werebears are omnivores and should eat a mix of food, just like bears and humans. But your body will need a lot of protein and calories in the next few weeks. Before your first change, your current body fat is going to be consumed by the growth and you're going to need to put on a layer of fat for the change itself. You're goin' to eat like a hungry bear! Well, I like a man with a little padding on his muscle. Like my ol' man in there, he's got a nice layer over his steel hard muscles. He's a hot Bear."

"No lie! I think you, me and Moose had a huge crush on him from the moment we saw him." Mitch said.

"I'd say that's a safe bet! More?" Mitch nodded and Walt filled his coffee mug. "Did you think over what Vic said last night?"

"You mean about disappearing? Yes. It makes sense, I mean about 'fading away' being better than just 'disappearing' suddenly and I think I have an idea about that. If I've got a little over three months until I change, this should work. I've been cutting back on new projects, as I got closer to retirement. I haven't started anything new at the Institute in almost two years and the long term research projects I'm working on now are now almost done, or close enough they can be handed off. My assistant, Wendel, is obscenely eager to take over. He'll do well in my position, he's been groomed for it for the past two years." Mitch chuckled. "He may be the fair haired boy and a relation of the director, but he has talent. I wouldn't have picked him otherwise. I can tell the director that I'm ready to give Wendel a trial at leading the research department. He'll go for that. I can 'check in' a few times by phone, ask him to send me reports; and I'll drop hints that I'm scouting for a nice place to build a retirement home. Everyone there knows I was taking some vacation time and going to Tahoe to ski, so that makes sense. Eventually, I'll 'find' a place and tell the Human Resources to get my retirement papers ready. I'll tell them I don't want any fuss made. They'll respect that, I've never socialized much at work anyway. And I can send off an article or two I've got started to journals after I 'retire'. Sound good?"