Bearification

 

Oliver was so bored. It was a Saturday Afternoon, and all his friends were at the Pride Festival. But what was he doing? Sulking around his home like a bum. Fuck Agoraphobia. He was sitting on his bed in his pajamas, taking selfies for his Tumblr, when the doorbell rang. Who could it have been? Just about everyone he knew was at the festival, so it must have been a package or something. He got up and moped to the door, preparing himself for social interactions. The door swung open to find his hunky neighbor, Rick, with a furious look on his face. Fuck, what did he do this time? Last time Rick came over, he simply put the wrong address on some mail, and it went to his house. Rick was so pissed he ripped up the mail on his front porch and spat in Oliver’s face!

“Let me tell you what your fucking dog did last night.” Oliver grimaced, preparing for the onslaught of obscenities and rage. “That goddamn mutt dug about ten holes in my back yard. It uprooted my fucking boxwoods. They cost me $600. So are you paying me back for them, or are we gonna have a problem?” Oliver had no idea what to do. He didn’t have $600 laying around anywhere! He was struggling to pay rent, let alone have a nest egg! He gingerly invited Rick in, sitting with him in the living room.

“Listen Rick, I’m sorry about Petunia. I’m still training her, and I thought she would stay in the back yard. There must be a hole in the fence or something. But the bottom line is, I don’t have $600 to pay you. I just got laid off, and…” Before he could even finish his sentence, Rick stopped him.

“So what you’re telling me is, you’re not gonna make good on this, eh? Well let me tell you something, boy. You’re gonna pay up. One way or another, you’ll pay up.” Rick lunged across the table, grasping him by the neck. The gigantic hunky bear held him by the throat, scowling something fierce. If only Rick didn’t hate Oliver so much. They both considered eachother absolutely beautiful people. Oliver loved the gigantic bulky muscles, forests of hair, and fuck you attitude. Rick thought Oliver would look sexy as fuck as a bear himself! And today, both of their dreams would come true.

Rick grasped Oliver by the back of the neck, dragging him to his bedroom and tossing him on the bed like a ragdoll. He stood at the foot of the bed, and took his tight black tank off. He stood there in all his glory, eyeing Oliver, planning his next move. Oliver sat on the bed, transfixed by the sheer power of the man in front of him, yet simultaneously terrified of him. Rick whipped out his phone and shoved it in Oliver’s face. On it, was a picture of him posing at his Mechanic Shop, sexy beyond all hell. 

“This is a real man, boy. Not your twinky ass body. You sit there on your bed trying to look cute, when you should be an alpha male, dominating everything you do. You need to command attention. You need to control the room. And if I have to make it that way, then so fucking be it. You’re gonna pay up, boy.” Rick crawled atop Oliver, his thick forest of scraggly chest hair brushed across Oliver’s smooth torso. Rick’s powerful arms easily lifted his scrawny legs into the air, giving access to a perky, bubble butt. Oliver cried for an end to the terrifying situation, but the call fell on deaf ears as Rick spat aggressively on the tight hole. Two angry, meaty fingers invaded his ass, stretching the sphincter as much as they could. He stuck his tongue in, lubing it for the upcoming events.

Oliver could do nothing but moan and cry. He felt so divided between the immense pleasure and the intense wrongfulness of Rick’s actions. There was no consent here! Why is he enjoying it so much? Three, then four fingers probed his hole, before an entire hand was shoved into it. Screaming in pain, Oliver did his best to kick his intruder off of him and away to no avail. The fisting became even worse, as Rick slid a second hand into the hole, watching it bleed and give way to his sheer power. Then, something clicked. Something changed from within Oliver. The pain was still there, but it felt… Different.

His hole began to feel elastic, rubbery to the touch; which signified to Rick that it was ready for the full intrusion. Slick “schlopping” sounds, resembling that of interactions with sticky, raw meat, began to echo in the room as he worked the hole with his hands and arms; slowly pushing his way further into Oliver. 

“Oh yeah…” Rick grunted, as he pulled his arms out of the now gaping hole. He readied himself, and pressed his head against the hole and slowly pushed. Oliver felt every touch down there, having pain equal to that of birth, and the introduction of Rick’s scalp to his hole was too much. He passed out, Rick’s head almost fully within his ass. Using his gigantic feet, Rick pushed himself farther and farther into Oliver, the hole stretching to accommodate his broad shoulders and thick pecs. Every thrust of himself made Oliver distort and bloat, the outline of his neighbor within him showing in every inch of him. From within him, Rick shoved his gigantic arms into Oliver’s, stretching them to capacity. The muscles expanded the elastic skin, sounding like a stretching balloon. A loud “pop” signified his head being shoved into place inside Oliver’s tiny skull. 

A smirk broke out on his face, as his two meaty hands adjusted the skin and structure of his face, Rick’s masculine features prominently visible underneath. He felt his hairs break through the surface of Oliver’s face, giving him a full, thick beard. As his legs and feet sucked themselves into the gaping hole, a forest of hair erupted from beneath his skin, spanning from his wide pecs to the tops of his huge size 17 feet. “Oliver” stuck his thumb in his mouth and blew hard, further inflating his bulging, alpha muscles. His hole permanently destroyed, yet perfect for fisting, Oliver smirked and stood up, a new man. The sticky, slimy sounds still emitting from within his body, he walked from his house to Rick’s, picking up some clothes that would fit him to wear at Pride Fest. He was ready to dominate all those twinks that gave him so much as a sideward glance. He was a proud hairy bear, ready to command the world.