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I don't know how much time I have left. As a human, anyway. Probably not much, if David's current state is any indication. This will be the last time I can write or even think like a human, most likely.

David's already given in. He seems... happy. And needy... Fuck, I can smell him... smell that bear cock... fuck, I need it...

OK, just a few more words... that's all I need... all I need to say... just so people know... it's not so bad. I... I kinda feel happy about the whole thing, when all is said and done.

David is sexy as fuck. Well, he's mostly a grizzly bear now, but still. He's one God damn sexy bear. And, soon, I will be. Soon, I'll be joining him... but not quite yet. Not yet... Just gotta do this one thing... while I still have hands... can still think...

I think one more fuck will do me in... I've already changed so much... and I'm OK with that... I'm OK to let go... it feels... fuck... my cock's so hard... and David's already sniffing at my ass...

OK... he's done... we came... he's sleeping... I can still hold the pen... just barely... it's the last thing to go... my hands... and my mind... at least that's still here... for now... fuck that was good...

I guess... the only reason I held off letting go... giving in to the bear inside me... is that I wanted to write some of this down... maybe the doc will wanna show future patients this... so they know it's not so bad...

I wouldn't have chosen this but... being a bear isn't so bad... taking cock isn't so bad... especially David's... he's so fucking thick... damn... hard to think...

OK... OK... I'm good now... I can get this down... last thing I do... with my human thoughts... how I got here... what happened... why I... why it isn't so bad... in case anyone misses me... or needs to know... it's not so bad... OK... here I go...

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I barely knew David when we started the job. We both had some labor experience and had just been hired by a private company out in the middle of nowhere. It was supposed to be a two-week gig, all amenities paid for, decent money, and nice perks. The only downside was the seclusion, but I needed the money.

My savings were running out and I didn't have many other options. No income, no family support, no government assistance, no nothing. If I didn't take this job, I'd be out of my apartment by the end of the month. I planned to work hard, maybe use Mr. Jonathan Barr as a reference if things went smoothly. From the extensive interview process, it seemed he was very picky about the guys he hired, so there must have been something about me he liked if he gave me the job!

I met David outside the building before our first day. David was a fairly buff dude, mid to late twenties like me. We shot the shit for a few minutes outside the doc's building, past jobs, girlfriends, shit like that. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Same situation as me. No money, no family, needed quick cash. I didn't think much of it at first. Maybe I should have. Then maybe we wouldn't have ended up where we did. Then again, the more I've thought about it the past few days, the more I'm wondering if this wasn't exactly what I've always wanted. I think David thinks so, now. Fuck, I know he does.

We met Dr. Jonathan Barr soon after, a tall kinda off-putting man, clad in lab gear and reeking of chemicals. He introduced himself as an entrepreneur of sorts. He seemed a bit full of himself, but he had money, lots of it from what I gathered about his plans for the place. And he was giving us work, so I decided it best to keep my mouth shut on that front. Wouldn't be the first time my mouth got me in trouble.

He was building a wildlife sanctuary of sorts, a self-sustaining place where he could house and study several species in private. He had several interviewees coming in the next few days to work in the various positions he needed in finalizing the habitats. Told us not to worry though. We'd be guaranteed the work he promised, assuming we wanted the jobs of course. He told us that there might be something permanent for us if things worked well. Both David and I were ecstatic! It was everything we'd hoped for!

The grand tour of his facilities was impressive. The nearly finished habitats were only in need of some minor alterations to get them ready for their inhabitants. I didn't really care for animals much but I had to admit the place was impressive. There was a massive skylight over the whole structure, able to open should he wish to give the animals more sunlight or fresh air. He already had a massive saltwater tank ready to go, as well as nineteen individual large spaces for medium to large-sized animals to live comfortably. Some were generalized for temporary animal housing while some would be specially set up for long term care. David and I would be working labor in the eventual habitat for a pair of grizzlies, the doc had told us.

There wasn't a whole lot to do, really. Most of the construction had been done already by a private contractor, but the doc had told us he couldn't quite get them to finish. Something about a financial dispute or some shit. Mostly it was aesthetic things, planting trees, moving rocks, finishing paint jobs. Easy stuff. The food and lodgings weren't too bad, all things considered. It turned out to be a great gig! I wasn't sure how he was gonna get two or three weeks of work out of us. But fuck, for what he was offering, in cash no less, I wasn't gonna scoff at whatever he asked us to do!

We had been working a couple days, getting things in order in our one habitat. We'd seen a few other groups of guys working on various other habitats, each assigned their own section in pairs like us. Nice enough guys, from what I got to know of them. A lot of them were loners, recluses who didn't say too much. But they all seemed hard-working enough. Again, like David and I, most of them needed quick cash and had few complaints working here for the few weeks that had been offered.

It had been so nice and peaceful working here those past couple of days. I was able to let my guard down and relax. I suppose that was why I didn't think much about the odd taste of my coffee that morning. David and I went to work, as usual, this time doing some landscaping within the habitat itself. It looked nearly finished, to me, but the doc promised us he had more work for us.

Even though we hadn't really done much work that morning, I felt myself starting to get really tired all of a sudden. I went to ask David if he needed a break too when I saw him collapse right before my eyes. I went to ask him what was wrong, but I soon fell to my knees as well, blacking out before I even knew what happened.

I woke up with a monster headache, not to mention aches, cramps, and itching the likes of which I'd never felt before. The first thing I noticed was that the exit gates to the habitat were closed. And I didn't mean closed like the door was shut. These things had an automated system, three separate doors that allowed a handler to enter, wheel in food, or dart the inhabitants from a safe distance. It looked like all three gates were closed, the green light on each panel indicating that they were indeed locked and operational. They hadn't been before today!

The second thing I noticed was that I was stark fucking naked. My clothes, my pants, my shirt, fuck, even my watch were missing! When had that pervert stripped me down? What the hell was he planning to do to me?!

I heard a moan coming from close by that I had to assume was David. I didn't wanna see him nude but I had to know. Looking over, and sure enough, he was in a similar state. What the hell had been done to us?! This was an outrage! Some sick fuck's idea of pleasure, no doubt!

I started yelling at the top of my lungs, wanting at least some of the other workers to hear me. I somehow suspected the good doctor was behind this, but surely someone else would be available to help us! But as the minutes ticked by, no one came. David was fully awake by now, yelling along with me. We stopped after some time, realizing our efforts were fruitless.

We gazed at each other briefly and quickly turned away, embarrassed by our nudity. I wanted to keep looking away. I really did. But the more I thought about it, the more curious I felt myself becoming about David's naked form. I'd only caught a few glimpses of it, in the showers and such. Nothing gay or anything. The more I thought about it, the more I realized he looked... not that bad.

A sickening realization hit me as I looked down at my exposed cock, embarrassed by the massive boner I quickly started to sport. What the fuck was wrong with me?! I'd never had a gay thought in my life! Why the fuck was the first naked man I'd seen since my college locker room days turning me on like a striptease at a gentleman's club?

I tried with every ounce of willpower to force my cock down, trying to get the image of his decently built chest and similarly erect cock out of my mind. Yet no matter how much I tried I couldn't deny how fucking boned I was! My mind hardly even took in the fact that David was just as hard as I was at the moment.

It wasn't just the thought of seeing my work buddy naked. There was a pungent smell in the air, one that stank like a man working for days without a shower. But fuck if it wasn't making my hard-on worse! I felt my nostrils expanding, drinking in the sweet perfume of sweaty dude as though my life depended on it!

As I did so, I realized something wasn't right about my nose. I'd never been able to detect odors like this before. It was more than just sweaty BO and musk. The trees, the shrubs, hell, even some of the other workers that hadn't been here in days were slowly being made known to me! That should have been impossible, right?

I looked crossed eyed at something strange appearing in my field of view. The more I stared, the more I realized that something wasn't right. I could see my fucking nose in front of my face, but it was more than that. The color was all wrong! It looked darker, bigger, hell, even wider than it should have been. Fuck, I wished for a mirror! People didn't have noses like that, not ones that were thick and moist and brown. I'd seen the shape before, I was certain. If I didn't know any better I'd say I was sprouting the nose of some kind of animal!

I finally allowed myself to look in the direction of my coworker. A quick glance at David was all I needed to realize that he was looking very much the same as me, black nose, stiff cock and all! What the fuck was happening with us?

The brief glance was enough to make me more than a little nervous. There was something different about his member. It had only been a quick look, but it seemed darker than a cock should, more bulbous in the wrong places.

I hadn't let myself look at my own cock until now, but after seeing the changes to his, I had to.

With some trepidation, I regarded the bulbous, red, inhuman-looking thing pounding erect from where my own junk used to be. The tip was all fucked up, flatter, and the whole fucking thing was a good few inches longer than I'd ever seen it! As a white guy, I hated to admit, my own pride was only modest 5 inches, but this cock was massive! Thicker too. A lot thicker.

I reached down to touch it but stopped myself before my fingers brushed the tip. I couldn't touch myself, not here, not in front of another dude! That was fucking gay! Yet the more I tried to resist, the more my flattened cock tip leaked that sweet-smelling fluid and craved the physical contact.

I finally decided to move towards a cave that had been set up off to the side of the habitat, obviously a place where the bears could go to hibernate or just avoid prying eyes. It was pretty deep; we'd checked it out a few times, just to see how far it was dug into the wall and the earth. I figured it was as good as any place to get some much-needed privacy now.

I had to try to at least get David's scent out of my nose and remove the temptation to look at his junk. It was so absurd that I could actually smell a guy so deeply, let alone be turned on by it. It was more than the scents of sweat that came to my attention. I could detect nuances that took me a few minutes to really place. His fear, for one. And the arousal. He was healthy as a horse, virile, and as hard and eager to fuck as I was!

It was too bad the isolation or the self-reflections didn't reduce the temptation to look at my own eager prick. I decided to take a closer examination to see if I could figure out what was actually going on. Or at least that's the lie I told myself. At the moment, I would have honestly taken any excuse.

It certainly didn't look human. I couldn't help but notice a peppering of wiry brown hairs down there, not as long as my untended pubes, but still present. They were so thick I could barely see the skin as they covered my ball sack and groin. I rubbed them a little when the sensation of just barely brushing my cock stimulated the hyper-arousal I was feeling. My member throbbed, feeling like it was begging to be touched!

God help me, I couldn't resist. No man could. Not with such a needy cock. I wrapped my human fingers around my sizable meat, giving a few long careful strokes that sent rivulets of precum running down the flattened cock head and onto my hand. Instantly, my balls itched with what I assumed was more hair growth. It was as though my simple touch was causing it to sprout faster. But I didn't care. At least, not at the moment.

My cock was expanding under my caress, growing longer and bulging with girth. I could feel the heat coming off of it as it continued to expand under my slightest touch. In fascination rather than fear, I watched as the color started to deepen before my eyes. It was subtle, but it was happening in real time as I gently stroked my member. But the needs screaming from my cock demanded that I touch myself regardless of the consequences!

As I kept up my frantic pace I could feel my cock twitching as a familiar pressure built up from the base and my testicles. Fuck, I wasn't gonna last long. I hadn't touched myself or had a good fuck in ages, and all that pent up lust was about to come out now!

"Ahhh fuck!" I yelled despite myself as I shot several thick loads all over the ground. Waves and waves of cum jettisoned from my cock, more sperm than I recalled ever producing. But I hardly had cognizance to contemplate how much of a nut I was busting. The waves of pleasure wracked my body and I nearly fell over. I couldn't remember the last time I'd ever had an orgasm that good!

I was hardly aware of the tingling from my ears as I lay there in post-orgasmic bliss. In a bit of a daze, I reached up to touch them, shocked that my fingers reported the same wiry texture as had been on my balls. A similar itching on my groin and legs gave me pause as well. I groaned a little, a strange pain in my back making me struggle forward. I knew my cock had changed, but there was more?

I then heard a similar shout from David outside the cave, heavily implying that he had not been able to resist either. I felt a little more relaxed from that notion, knowing it wasn't just me being a freak and touching myself. On a reflex, I walked out to greet him, part of me intent on checking if similar changes had overcome him as well.

The moment I saw him I regretted my decision. The cock that hung limply from his crotch wasn't human anymore. It had the same wry brown fur as mine did, and a foreskin to match. I blushed intently, hiding my own cock with my hands as best I could. But I could tell, as much as he could, that the naked sight of him gave me a half-chub once more. As it did David, much to my embarrassment. I didn't know what was worse. The fact that I was getting gay for my buddy or that he was also getting gay for me in kind!

It was around that time the good Dr. Barr showed up. I heard him calling to us from up where I knew the guard rails to be. Fuck. It hadn't really occurred to me, so caught up in the changes and the lust, that he was the cause of this. What the fuck was he doing to us!? I was gonna find out, and demand he let us go! This wasn't right! It was a violation of at least a dozen worker's rights! Not to mention our rights as human fucking beings!

I looked up to see him leaning casually against the rails of the pen above us. For his part, the Doc made our situations pretty clear. He didn't bother talking about the science of it all. It was simple, the way he described it. We were in a pen, turning into fucking grizzly bears over the next several days. He had completed the process on many other humans, assuring us that it was safe. In fact, he told us, everyone working here over the past couple of days were currently waking up in their own cages, on their way to becoming various animals themselves. Though he told us not to worry about them. They would soon be happy in their new lives, as he assured us we would be. What was it he said? 'No one could complain about the changes once they were completed, nor would he expect them too if they could!'

I shouted at him then, told him he was fucked in the head, that these things weren't possible. He was a fucking mad man who had us drugged and naked and horny on some kinda aphrodisiac. We were clearly tripping balls to think our cocks were changing and that we were growing hair.

The doctor apologized at that, saying he had no transforming humans in his pens to show off his work. He'd needed to change us all at once, apparently. He simply assured us the changes were real and we would have the proof we needed in the next few hours.

That same phrase was repeated that there was no need for us to worry about being lonely in our new bodies. We were paired up together so that we could have each other as mates. It was that statement that worried me. I didn't want to fuck a dude, no matter how horny I was!

Worse, if the Doc's words did hold a ring of truth, did that mean one of us was to be a female? No, that couldn't be right. How could I even think that this was real, changes to my cock or no? And even if my nose looked like an animal's... I was starting to have my doubts, despite my angry demeanor.

It was as though the crazy scientist could read my thoughts. He told us that he'd needed us for a special experiment. His past subjects had been changed into males and females, rare species that zoos and other programs could use to facilitate captive breeding. But there had been a curious side effect from the transformations. Mating pairs tended not to go as expected. He had a theory that same-sex couples would be the norm from the process he'd been using. He had hoped to test this theory with a multitude of species, hence why he'd hired us and placed us in working pairs of the same sex. Worse, he was not shy about telling us that this was his personal preference, as well. What a fucking freak!

I shook my head at that. I wasn't some fag! He couldn't make me... fuck another dude. No fucking way. Yet even now David's scent hung heavily in my nose and I craved more. I couldn't deny how horny it was making me.

I tried to channel that lust into anger, calling the doctor every name under the sun. I knew it didn't matter. He had us trapped. In some ways, this was far worse than anything my mind could have made up. This was beyond a sex cult, human trafficking, or organ harvesting. Assuming it was true that I was turning into a faggot animal. We'd find out soon enough if it was indeed the case.

Eventually, Dr. Barr left us to our fates, telling us someone would be by soon with our food for the day. I shouted a few more choice words but I didn't even know if he could still hear me. David joined in with the same heavy anger in his voice, but I could tell he was nervous. So was I, to be fair.

We sat there for a while, trying not to touch ourselves as best we could. It was a massive act of willpower, given the state we were in. No matter how horny I felt, I had no intention of giving that fucker the satisfaction of giving in. I bet he was watching us through some camera of something, waiting to jerk off whenever we started fucking. His own personal porn show.

I tried my best to keep my thoughts off my cock, with meditation and chanting. Fuck, I even tried reciting some old prayers from church, as if that would help keep my chastity in check. Yet I couldn't ignore the aching in my cock. It didn't help that there was so little else to focus on in this animal cage, other than the musky scents we each gave off. Fuck, what else were we supposed to do in this situation?