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Rex woke up that morning the same way he always did; a deep sigh rumbling from his chest as he looked down to the machine strapped onto his engorged cock. His large paw came to scratch lazily at his expansive chest while he yawned. Rex rumbled again and he simply laid there, eyes closed as the machine whirred away. He knew it wouldn't be long before it would achieve its goal as he growled.

Rex inhaled through his nose and allowed himself the opportunity to stretch, lifting his arms up above his head and pulling all the tight muscles in his wide body. His back arched up off of the bed of soft cushions and pillows he nested upon in the barn. His gut, already protruding in its natural state, rounded out in his stretch while his legs straightened and shook. Rex's spine cracked with a satisfying pop at his ministrations. All in all, it was a very attractive sight of the breeding bear.

He laid back down with a sigh and gazed sleepily at the milking pump, suckling away diligently. His eyes followed the tube connected to its end all the way to the machine itself, a large canister attached on the side. Rex must have cum during the night (which would have explained the dream he had had) as its contents were nearly filled with his milky white seed.

Nearly filled? Now that wouldn't do.

The bear grinned and flexed his cock, the machine bouncing perversely. He groaned, eyes screwed shut, and continued to do so until he felt his balls churn and pull up into his body. Twitching into it, Rex came with a series of grunts, punctuated by the sharp thrusts of his hips into the air. The machine greedily drank his seed, travelling through the tube and into the canister nearby. The bear watched as it filled up at an alarming rate before cracking and then shattering entirely, his cum oozing out onto the wooden barn floor. He continued to orgasm, more of his seed spurting out of the broken machine and collecting into a puddle below.

It was at that moment the barn door slid open and light spilled in. Rex squinted, adjusting to the brightness.

"God damnit, again?!" the farmer cried out.

"Good morning to you too." the bear breathed out, still coming down from his high.

He heard the farmer grumble to himself as he stomped in, assessing the mess Rex made. He was less concerned about the broken canister than he was about the milking machine itself. The farmer gave a thorough once-over and sighed.

"Well, you didn't break the damn thing this time."

"I'll have to try harder."

The farmer glared at the strapped-in bear with animosity. Rex sheepishly laughed and raised his paws in a compliant gesture. He watched as the farmer rolled his eyes and approached the bear to remove the machine attached to his still erect cock. He released the air pressure within and, with a wet pop, jerked it off Rex's dick.

"Much obliged," he said, standing to his full height and stretching once again. Rex scratched at his pubic fur.

"So. Got any jobs today?"

"Mm. One. Boar fellow."

The bear grinned. He liked boars and their little tusks.

"Any requests?"

"Just your usual self."

Rex nodded and looked around. He realized just then how much of a mess he had made.

"Do you need help cleaning? I really wouldn't mind."

"No," the farmer sighed. "Get ready for your appointment before I change my mind."

"Yessir," he saluted casually before leaving the barn, fully nude.

Rex stepped out onto the pasture and breathed the farm air with a loud exhale. The morning sun crept over the mountains to the East, casting a warm yellow glow onto the dew-dropped grass. Mornings were the bear's favorite time of day. He got to indulge and slowly begin his day before the hustle and bustle of his job began.

Not that his current job wasn't enjoyable. In fact, Rex could see himself doing this for the rest of his life; content to live on the farm until his retirement.

The bear strode through the field until he reached the farmer's home settled out near the road. He climbed the stairs at the back two at a time and opened the unlocked door into the kitchen.

It was a quaint little house. Kitschy and cozy, you could immediately tell from walking in that several generations had been born, raised, and passed in this very place. Now, though, it was owned solely by the farmer, who had inherited the land.

With great familiarity, Rex opened the fridge and stood with his hip cocked out. He decided finally on some eggs, bacon, and peanut butter toast; a nice protein heavy meal for his upcoming appointment. The bear closed the fridge with his side as he placed the carton of eggs and bacon on the counter nearby, grabbing a couple of slices of bread from the bread box nearby and sliding them into the run-down toaster.

Before he turned the gas range on, Rex quickly unhooked a nearby apron with a rooster pattern along its front and tied it around himself. It was a little small, but enough to cover his important bits from the spitting of the cooking meal.

Rex began his breakfast symphony: the dial of the range, the pan hitting the stove, the sizzling of the butter, and the crack of several eggs. He carefully laid a few strips of bacon in the large pan and started salivating at the hiss of the meat frying. The toaster jumped at that moment and two golden brown bread slices emerged. He plated them, spreading a healthy amount of peanut butter as he waited for his meat to finish cooking.

Once crispy on both sides, and his eggs perfectly runny, Rex swiftly scooped his remaining breakfast using his spatula. He remembered to turn the gas range off, threw off his apron, and carried his plate over to the wooden kitchen table.

The chair beneath him groaned as he sat and quietly ate his breakfast. He salted and peppered his eggs before practically inhaling them, crunching on a piece of toast and licking the peanut butter out of his mustache.

It wasn't long before he finished his meal; not full, but sated. Besides, he found that if he ate too much before an appointment it would make him groggy.

Rex returned to the kitchen counter, plate in paw, and washed it in the sink along with the pan and cutlery. He allowed himself to place the dishes on the drying rack nearby rather than wiping them down.

The bear looked at the clock that ticked away on the wall. It was 8:30 by then. It was then that he realized he had forgotten to ask when his appointment was.

He shrugged and strode through the kitchen, into the living room, up the creaky stairs, and into the small bathroom upstairs. Rex immediately started the shower, tested the water with an outstretched paw, and stepped in once it was nice and warm. He didn't know whether he could stretch his shower and enjoy the hot water on his bulky body before his appointment, so he quickly washed off underneath the spray. Once over, he turned the water off, grabbed a nearby hanging towel, and dried himself off as much as he could before stepping out of the tub. With a sense of finality, he grabbed his bathrobe hanging off the back of the door and shrugged it on, not bothering to tie it closed.

Rex didn't quite know what to do then. He stood in the foggy bathroom, wondering, when he suddenly heard voices downstairs.

Ah. His appointment.

The bear stepped out of the bathroom and thumped down the stairs (it was impossible to be sneaky at his size), finally deciding to tie his robe so as to entertain some modicum of decency. He didn't want to unsettle his appointment, after all.

It was as he was coming down that he heard the voices hush in the living room. Once at the bottom of the stairs, he was greeted by both the farmer and his client.

"Just in time. Rex, this is Corey," the farmer introduced.

Rex studied his client. With brown fur and an even darker shade on his muzzle, the boar's green eyes almost sparkled. While he was indeed shorter than the farmer himself, Corey was a pretty stout fellow: broad shoulders as wide as his gut. His arms and legs were thick too, with paws that wouldn't be amiss on a construction site. His features were sharpened, however, by the ill-fitting clothes he wore: a teal button-up that revealed a bit of his furry belly, and pants that showcased a barely contained bubble butt.

The bear had to restrain himself from growling at the sight. Corey was almost everything he looked for in a client.

Rex extended a paw towards the boar. His client grabbed it, easily dwarfed in size.

"Rex. Pleasure to meet you, Corey."

"L-Likewise," the boar blushed.

And he was shy... Rex was going to enjoy this one.

"Right then. I'll leave the two of you to get acquainted," the farmer said with a sense of finality. "If you need anything, don't hesitate," he added to Corey.

With that, he left through the kitchen.

Rex waited until he heard the back door open and close before he turned towards the boar. Corey was looking everywhere but at him.

"Why don't we get comfortable on the couch?"

He didn't wait for the boar, striding towards it and dropping his (considerable) weight onto it. The bear then patted the side next to him.

Corey approached Rex and sat timidly along the edge, paws clasped together, and his gaze still avoiding the big bear.

"So. Tell me a bit about yourself." Rex stretched an arm along the couch rest.

The boar finally looked up at the bear and smiled nervously.

"Well, uh, I'm a security guard."

"No kidding? Where?"

"A local mall. Nothing too fancy."

"That's cool."

"Thanks."

"Day or night shift?"

"I alternate every couple of months. Currently on the night shift."

Rex nodded and scratched at his beard with his other paw.

"It's boring, really. Just sit around and watch nothing happen."

"Aw, I'm sorry to hear that."

"I bring books sometimes, just to pass the time."

"What are you reading now?"

"I'm digging through a comic book series based off of Dungeons & Dragons."

"Fun!"

"Yeah! Do you play?"

"Occasionally, yeah."

The two smiled at each other. There was a lull in the conversation, then, and Corey returned to looking away.

"So tell me. Why'd you get the appointment?"

Rex could see the boar blush again.

"W-Well, it's just that I, uh, I've been lonely lately."

"Mm."

"And I don't have much luck with guys."

"Really? That's surprising!"

"Really?" Corey turned to face him.

"Yeah! You're very attractive." Rex rumbled.

Corey's muzzle turned a shade darker.

"Oh. Thank you. You, uh... You are too."

"Thanks."

Another lull. Rex decided it was time to be a bit more bold.

Just as natural as it came to him, the bear dropped his stretched out paw onto the boar's head, rubbing at the top and scratching behind his ears. He heard Corey gasp at the touch and stiffen, paws still clasped on his lap.

"I want you to tell me what you want me to do..." he said.

The boar gulped, leaning into the touch.

"Uh... Well... W-When I read up on you, I saw that you were... uh... You know... rough..."

"I can be."

"I want you to be."

The sudden firmness in his voice surprised Rex briefly. He grinned as his paw travelled down to the back of his neck. The bear grabbed Corey by the scruff and pulled, causing the boar to gasp out at the sudden motion.

"Like this?" Rex playfully crooned.

All Corey did was nod. The bear took that as a sign to take things a step further. He pulled again, turning the boar so that he would face him. Rex scooted closer on the couch, trapping Corey in.

"What else?"

The boar was breathing deeply by then, nostrils flaring as his eyes darted between Rex's.

"I... I heard you can grow."

That caused the bear to growl deep in his chest. He nodded, staring deeply into the boar's eyes, and watched them widen with wonder.

"You want me to grow bigger than I already am?"

Corey was outright panting by then, the tent in his slacks obvious.

"Y-Yes."

"Good boy."

The boar shivered.

Rex thought for a moment before he grinned and stood up. His robe was loosely tied, yet the bulge growing in them was prominent. Corey couldn't tear his eyes away from it.

"Here's what's going to happen," the bear said as he hoisted the boar up over his shoulder. "I'm going to take you to my bed and fuck you senseless. No foreplay, nothing, and I'm going to take you like the willing bottom you are. Understood?"

Corey hadn't resisted at all, merely gasping at the sensation. He nodded, but Rex growled menacingly, slapping his ass.

"Say it."

"Yes!"

"Yes Papa Bear."

"Yes, Papa Bear!"

"Good boy," he rumbled.

And with that, Rex stormed off out of the living room, into the kitchen, and out the back door. He kept a firm grip on the boar as he strode through the pasture and into the barn he called home.

The bear slid the door open and looked around. The mess he had made had been cleaned during his time out and the machine next to his nest had been fixed with a new canister, ready for that night's loads.

Rex grinned as he realized that the boar was busy sniffing the bear's musk permeated around the room. He stepped in, slid the door closed behind him, and walked towards his bed. Unceremoniously, he tossed Corey onto the pillows and cushions, the boar letting out a soft "oof!" as he fell in the comfortable nest.

"Get undressed."

"Yes, Papa Bear."

The breeding stud growled and untied his robe, shrugging it off once it fell open to reveal his nude, powerful body to the boar. Corey gasped as he took in the bear: strawberry pink fur accented with red coarser fur covered his muscular, yet soft body. He towered over the boar, already large enough to cause serious damage to him if he wanted to. His cock alone stood easily a foot long, throbbing and drooling pre-cum at the prospect of being buried in a tight hole.

Meanwhile, Corey wrestled out of his clothes desperately, revealing more and more of that rugby build to Rex. He growled at the sight of the boar in a pair of white briefs, and grinned once he pulled them down to reveal a short, yet fat cock.

"Perfect. Now, pull those legs back for me and show me your hole."

Corey did as he was told, grabbing onto the back of his knees and pulling his legs up into the air. Revealed to the bear was the boar's hole, pink and twitching for Rex's large cock to destroy him.

The Papa Bear swore loudly and began fisting his cock, slicking it up with his pre-cum for an easier entry into the boar. He didn't spend too long masturbating, already riled up and ready to go.

Stepping out of his robe pooled at his paws, Rex loomed over the wild pig. Grunting, he then crouched down in front of him, grabbing his swinging cock and lining it up with Corey's entrance.

"Gonna fuck you now. Hard."

"Yes, Papa Bear! I need it!"

"Good boy," was all he said before the tip of his cock caught onto the boar's hole.

He stayed true to his promise. Rex wasn't gentle at all as he slammed deep into the bottom beneath him. He groaned, finally sinking his cock deep into a tight wet hole, and grabbed the boar's ankles. With a hiss, the bear pulled back and began his hard rutting.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Corey cried out as Rex's cock pummeled deep into his guts.

The breeding stud only replied with a series of loud grunts, his hips thrusting back and forth into the willing boar with such ferocity that the entire barn echoed with the wet meaty slap of the bear's balls against Corey's upturned ass. Rex was starting to sweat and a drop fell from his black nose onto the boar. Still, he persisted, grunting and growling at the feeling of the hot velvety hole around his throbbing cock.

It was then that he started to lose control. His thrusts grew erratic and his blood boiled hot. He ground his sharp teeth together as he felt his muscles swelling and expanding, his bones cracking and adjusting to the mass that was growing. His frame grew wider, his height grew taller, his cock reached new lengths in Corey's spasming hole, and his balls began to drag on the barn's floor. The red fur that grew on his chest and arms became shaggier and wild, fitting for a winter cavebear.

Once he stopped growing, Rex had nearly doubled his height and weight. His fur was longer and his dick seemed almost comically large as it continued to bury deep into the boar's hole. It was only then that the breeding bear noticed that Corey had cum, short white streaks on his belly.

Yet Rex was nowhere near his orgasm. With care unbefitting his gargantuan size, the Papa Bear bent the boar's legs back even further until he was bent nearly in half. The sight of the wild pig, in perfect breeding position, made Rex roar and slam deep into Corey, mashing his pubic fur against his ass, before resuming his beating.

Finally, the bear felt his melon sized balls churn and pull up, his enlarged cock spasming deep inside the boar and painting his guts white with his seed. Rex punctuated each spurt of cum with beastial grunts, watching as Corey's belly grew bigger and bigger with his seed. It wasn't until it was nearly as round as a beach ball did he finally stop, pulling out just as violently of the boar's hole with a sickening pop. Cum spilled out of the gaping hole, dribbling down Corey's crevice onto the pillows underneath.

Rex panted, eyes glazed over, while his cock continued to beat with the rhythm of his heart. He watched as the boar shakily lifted himself up before attempting to speak.

"No," the breeding stud said. "You're going to turn around, raise that ass up, and take more of my cum."

There was a moment of silence.

"Yes, Papa Bear."