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SynTech: Barely There Bear Breakup

By Danath

Characters © Ursasoul

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"Test subject confirmed. Has entered dwelling."

"Initiate test protocols."

"Protocols initiated. Recordings functioning."

"Report at the conclusion of the experiment. I've got a meeting with the president of the company in the meantime, so don't bother me."

"Yes, ma'am."

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Adriel felt her mind wake up, but she didn't want to get out of bed. She felt warm and comfortable wrapped up in a multitude of blankets. For the first time in a long while, her boyfriend wasn't hogging them all, leaving her to bask in the warm nest of fabric for as long as she liked.

The wolf yawned and blinked her eyes awake. The rich, soft gray fur coating her body squeezed against the blankets as she rolled over, one paw automatically stretching out to pluck a half-smoked stub of a cigar from the ashtray on the nightstand. She popped it between her large black lips and smacked them together as she used her teeth to keep it in place. Flopping back onto the bed, the wolfess sighed as the blankets shifted across her nude body, gently caressing her shot glass nipples. Lower down, she shivered as her half-hard length of morning wood flopped across her thighs.

Adriel stretched again, groaning as she extended her toes and fingers in every direction. Thick muscles rippled beneath her pelt, stretching the fur especially along her arms and belly. Her massive thighs and powerful calves swung over the edge of the bed before her enormous feet landed on the floor with a thud. The oversized length of dark red wolf-shaft draped over her thigh, with the tip rubbing across the blankets beneath. Using her long black claws, the gray wolf idly scratched at her plump, cantaloupe-sized balls as she stood and stumbled her way into the master bathroom of the apartment she shared with her boyfriend.

Still blinking the sleep from her eyes, Adriel leaned on the sink and stared at herself in the mirror, cigar stub still moving around between her plump black lips.

The wolfess paused. Froze, in fact, as her eyes widened bigger and bigger until her pupils were mere pinpoints.

Cigar?

Muscles?

A cock?

When she'd gone to bed the night before, she was less than five and a half feet tall and weight little more than a hundred pounds. Now she was over eight feet, a dire wolf beast with incredible muscles running up and down her oversized frame. Heavy, swollen breasts clad in thick, pale gray fur bobbed from her chest, big enough to overhang her belly and hide some of the deep indentations of muscles forming her powerful stomach. Her thick maleness hung low past her knees, draping from her sheath and riding over the thick testicles pulsing lightly against her thighs.

"What... the... fuck!" she snarled, spitting the stub of the cigar out. "I don't even smoke... what the hell happened?"

Panic rose in her abnormally deep voice as she fled the bathroom, one arm clutching her enormous chest to keep it in place while the other provided the same service for her thick red shaft.

"Salvatore! Sal? Sal!" she called out.

Adriel was the tiny one. Sal was the big one. Her boyfriend was huge, a real dad bod. Adriel wasn't really sure why she was still with the grizzly bear - he was rude, boorish, and had no interest in any of the things Adriel enjoyed, like reading books or playing board games. He was into football and drinking, two things he did very well and which also caused a lot of friction in their relationship.

But despite searching their two-bedroom apartment, the massive dire wolf couldn't find a trace of the bear. None of his belongings remained in any of the rooms. Sure, she found her posters of her favorite teams and the football helmet lamp she got for Christmas, plus a stack of nudie mags that she refused to throw out when... when she... got mad...

Wait... were those really hers?

Confusion crossed the dire wolf's face as she paged through one of the magazines. She'd always hated risque things like this. But Sal hadn't - he'd loved his magazines.

She loved his magazines. Her magazines.

Adriel shook her head and blinked. She felt like she was forgetting something very important, but the image on the open centerfold in front of her distracted her attention, leaving her rubbing a paw along her half-hard maleness and licking her lips as she stared at the full tits and fat rump on the attractive squirrel's photographs.

"Mmmfff... yeah..." she gasped, shivering as her thick maleness stretched higher, fattening up until she was fully hard. The tip flexed between her achingly full breasts, bobbing into the deep, gray-furred cleavage coating the twin orbs. Her other paw held up the magazine, sometimes flipping to another spread of nubile, attractive females of various species.

Her paw froze mid-stroke. Adriel's eyes widened again, pupils narrowing.

"Wait... Sal!" she gasped, struggling to her feet. Her massive red erection drooled pre-cum onto the laminate floor beneath her paws as she stomped off through the apartment, leaving the porn for the moment.

She looked through every room again, but all she encountered were her own possessions - her books, board games, jockstraps, workout duffel, dumbbells... all the things in the apartment were hers after all.

And who was she looking for again?

Feeling like she'd walked from one room into another and completely forgot what it was she went in the room for in the first place, Adriel's eyes flicked back down towards her thick red shaft, still bobbing up and down, fat from the base to the broad tip, bigger than even her boyfriend's had been.

Boyfriend? She didn't have a boyfriend. That was a weird thought.

The wolfess grinned and licked her lips. One paw lifted, sliding her pads across her full, taut nipple before squeezing and pinching with her claws, teasing herself until her fat arousal pulsed with need. Between her thighs, she could feel a warmth soaking into her fur and she sighed.

"Damn... I'm gonna have to get some soon," she muttered.

Reality shocked her system as she remembered a flash of something important. She didn't swear. She didn't talk about "getting some."

Sal talked that way.

Sal, her boyfriend.

Sal... Sal... a bear... big... muscular... kind of a dummy, kind of mean, kind of a slob. He was nice enough, and good in bed, but he wasn't who Adriel wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

A broad grin stretched across the wolfess's muzzle, revealing the twin rows of sharp white teeth. She remembered what happened.

They'd fought last night. They'd gone to bed together, had some make-up sex late at night, and then... and then...

The wolf's aching feminine sex and hard shaft drew her thoughts once more. Why was it so hard to focus? She didn't used to have trouble keeping her mind on task. The smile faded from her muzzle.

Who was she looking for again? Probably not important.

The wolf grunted and headed for the kitchen, tail weaving in the air behind her as she opened the fridge and pulled out some snacks. Plopping herself on the couch, she flicked on the television to the day's games and dropped one paw down over her hard, aching maleness. Slowly stroking up and down, she teased herself with one paw as the other popped cold chunks of last night's dinner into her large muzzle. She was really hungry for some reason.

"Aw, c'mon, ref! Call that shit!" Adriel grunted, her baritone voice booming through the apartment.

The sound of her own voice made Adriel pause. Where had she heard that phrase before? Someone used to say it all the time and it would interrupt her when she was... reading... books...

"First down? What the fuck, ref!"

The wolf jumped to her feet, chest wobbling dramatically as she stomped her foot and bellowed at the television screen with anger. Slumping back into the couch, she reached past the plate full of cold chicken to the box of cigars on the other side. Plucking one out, she popped the tip between her teeth and nibbled a hole before lighting it. Thick clouds of cigar smoke drifted up towards the ceiling as she leaned back, snorting with disgust at the antics of the umpires in the game. Her cock smacked across her belly, still leaking and drooling as she angrily puffed on the tobacco.

The taste was unfamiliar and for a moment Adriel wondered why it was so strange. Maybe she'd bought the wrong box last time at the shop? No, she'd sent her girlfriend out to get them and she never messed up stuff like that.

Girlfriend? Adrield didn't have a girlfriend. She was the girlfriend. And she had a boyfriend, a big bear with a huge dad bod who...

Adriel laughed and tossed her head back, blowing smoke from both nostrils. She was the only big muscle stud with a great bod around this apartment. Flexing her hips, she made her fat maleness slap back against her belly, the tip grazing along her densely-furred breasts. Digging her claws into her pelt, she stretched her legs out straight and flexed, groaning as she worked the last few kinks out of her shoulders and thighs.

"Ahhhhhh... that's better," she rumbled, dropping back onto the couch cushions. Her muscular rear end bottomed out on the pillows, condensing them down to near nothing with the weight of her massive, eight-foot-tall frame.

By the time the game was over, the wolfess was panting and squirming. Her fingers and claws stroked across her oversized shaft, keeping it nice and hard and dripping. Occasionally she would plunge her paw between her thighs, beneath her roiling sac, and squirm her hips around as she teased herself even more, sending pleasant thrills of blizz along her rigid spine.

She didn't cum, though - she decided to play a game that she always enjoyed when Adriel was out at work. Well, when she was at work and Sal was at home. When she was at home.

The wolfess shook her head, clearing her thoughts as her memories coalesced around a compromise merger, integrating her brutish boyfriend's past with her own. The muscular she-beast wasn't aware of this at all, however, as she reached for her phone and speed-dialed the local pizza place. She tried not to grunt with pleasure as she stroked herself during the short conversation, not wanting to give away the game. Though with how often he - that is, she - played, she was sure they'd send someone cute.

Adriel grinned as she waited, watching the next football game on the TV as she slowly masturbated, keeping herself on the edge, building up a larger and larger load in her fat, full sac. The light gray fur coating her sheath and testicles dripped with pre-cum while the smoke of the cigar filled the living room with the sweet, mellow tang, causing her to go slightly light-headed.

Adriel hadn't ever smoked a cigar before, after all. This was her first time... this morning. She'd been smoking cigars ever since she picked up the habit on the college football team. An old stallion, one of the assistant coaches, turned him on to the habit. The cigar was little more than a slow-burning stub when the buzzer rang. Adriel leapt to her feet and strutted towards the door, big cock swinging lewdly in front of her. She used to hate it when Sal walked around like that. No, that was wrong. She used to love doing it while Adriel watched... or was it that she strutted and he watched?

Either way, the knock on the door drew a huge smile on the buff wolfess's dark gray muzzle.

"Hello, I have your pizza he... oh... wow..."

Towering in the doorway, with a pair of breasts wide enough to have to squeeze in through the door jam, the wolfess leaned over, a predatory smile on her face. The massive red shaft dribbled onto the floor between the pizza delivery boy's shoes. He was a bear on the younger side, probably a college student, and very cute, with a nice, chubby face. He barely fit into the t-shirt with the pizza place's logo on it thanks to all his fur. The bear's eyes were wide and locked on the wolfess's oversized, muscular body, taking in every inch.

The pizzas almost slipped out of the bear's paws as he stared, open-muzzled, watching the wolf's muzzle come closer. Her enormous chest wobbled, hanging low over the hard red shaft and stroking along the wide pipe. Adriel's paw shot out, grasping the pizza boxes and taking them from the delivery boy.

She stood and turned. As she did, her length smacked across the wall, leaving a wet outline of the massive member on the white paint, before she turned her hips further and dragged the fat shaft inside with her. She took a few steps, leaving the door open, and glanced over her shoulder. The poor bear was already sporting a boner in his blue jeans.

"C'mon in and close the door. I've got my wallet in the kitchen," she growled.

Setting the pizzas down on the kitchen counter, she plucked a couple twenties out of her purse - she left her wallet in her pants in the bedroom - then returned to the front hallway where the bear was subtly trying to rearrange his arousal so it wouldn't be so prominent, but Adriel happened upon him just as his paw reached down into his pants. Looking up, a guilty expression on his face, he froze as the massively endowed dire wolf strutted towards him.

Leaning over, draping her breasts across the bear's face, she used her claws to tuck one of the twenties into the delivery boy's front pocket before stroking across his bulge. The other paw held the twenty up in front of his muzzle.

"Want to earn a tip? Heh heh..."

This always worked. Adriel wasn't gay, but her girlfriend wasn't always around when she needed to nut. And it wasn't like it was cheating if it was with a guy, right?

No, wait... Sal used to do that. She came home one day and that's why she decided to end it last night... wait... no, she used to do that. Sal wasn't... he wasn't...

Adriel's train of thought broke when the hot young bear dropped to his knees, both arms reaching up to grasp the base of the dire wolf's fat maleness. His soft fingers and fur stroked along the length, right down to the swollen sheath where the impressive knot lurked, still in hiding and not yet coaxed out.

Adriel grunted as she felt a wet muzzle surround her tip. She was too big to properly throatfuck anyone, but it still felt good to have them try. That's why she stayed with Adriel so long... the little wolf really knew her way around... that is, she knew her way around a... or at least, Sal like it when she... wait, Sal?

A choking, greedy grunt echoed from beneath her heavy breasts, drawing her attention once more to the more important matters. The dark brown bear worked his paws feverishly up and down her wet shaft as he pushed his muzzle around the tip, eyes clenched as the stench of her musky scent worked its way deep into his nostrils. Adriel smiled and leaned back, thrusting her hips lazily as she listened to the pleasantly wet gurgles from below. Soon her other paw reached down as well, both grasping around the bear's ears as she leaned over. Her hard belly squeezed down along the college student's long muzzle, blocking out the light as her abs clenched. Her hips pumped forward, working what few inches she could fit of her thick tip into the back of the bear's muzzle.

Harder, faster, she flexed and thrust, grinding as much as she wanted into the eager delivery boy's wide lips, filling his cheeks until her clear pre-cum squirted around the edges and drizzled down his chin.

"Damn... you're almost as good as my girlfriend," Adriel grunted. She shifted one of her paws to her chest, pinching and pulling at her aching nipple as she pumped harder and faster yet into the bear's wet mouth. "I mean... well... nevermind..."

The dire wolf's light gray sheath pulled back slowly. With each small move, more and more of the sensitive, swollen red knot appeared. Thicker around than any other part of her impressive maleness, the massive ball of flesh pulsed with the rest of the shaft, adding a few more inches to its length as the dire wolf's teeth grit together. She crooned out a low howl of lust as she pounded forward, irregular now as the peaks of pleasure built deep in her sac. Hours of edging were leading up to this moment and she wasn't going to waste a drop on this hot little piece kneeling in front of her.

The first few splurts of her orgasm pumped straight into the bear's throat, flooding his belly and plumping him out. The next few hit his gag reflex and washed back up before draining around every side of his face, down his neck and chest, soaking him from head to toe in rich, warm, dire wolf jizz. Adriel's huge sac swung forward, slapping against the bear's chest as she unloaded, hard and heavy, grunting with glee as she finally came. The stiff arousal she'd nursed for so long paid off in full as waves of seed washed down the bear's body, soaking into his fur and marking him with the wolf's scent. Between that and the thick cigar smoke still filling the air, the bear wouldn't smell right for a week.

"Awww, yeah..."

Adriel pulled the bear off her cock and held his face at the tip as she used her paw to urge out a few more thick, juicy squirts of musky cum, finishing off the whitewashing of the younger male's pelt. He groaned as he licked his lips, both paws cupping and holding Adriel's impressive sac.

"Alright, kid, here's your tip," the dire wolf growled. She stuffed the extra bill down the front of the bear's sodden, soaking wet shirt. "Now get the fuck outta here before my girlfriend comes home. Heh."

The bear stood, dripping on the floor, and wiped himself off as best he could before trudging out into the hallway, a glazed look of shock on his face. He stumbled towards the stairs as Adriel laughed and shut the door behind him. Her thick shaft drooped over, half-hard and leaking, as she headed back to the kitchen, ignoring the pools of cum on the floor for now. Adriel snagged the pizzas and a six pack from the fridge, then headed back to the living room before settling in on the couch.

"Now this is the life!" the dire wolf said, growling as she took a bite of pizza. Still chewing, she lit a cigar, chugged a beer, and exhaled, slobbing it up and relishing her less inhibited lifestyle. She used to hate the smell of the tobacco inside, but that was... that was... no, she'd always liked it. And pizza. And beer. And fucking the delivery boys... Adriel's lips turned upwards into a vicious smile as her brain whirred along. Maybe after she finished reading that latest novel, she'd go to the bookstore to get the sequel - and maybe hit on the shopgirl... Adriel always liked the short otter who worked the counter on weekends...

Stretching her arms above her head, the dire wolf leaned back, relaxing her muscular frame into the cushions as a wave of well-earned post-coitus laziness washed across her. She chomped on the pizza, grinning as her team scored a few more points, and picked up her book from the floor behind the couch. Resting the book on her impressive rack, she settled in for a nice afternoon of reading and football, her favorite activities. Besides fucking those cute delivery boys...

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"Report."

"Experiment was a success. Subject's tolerance levels are within normal bounds."

"Excellent. And secondary subject?"

"He's waiting in your office, ma'am. He's quite... uh... subdued... and friendly."

Jiji's black lips curled upwards in a smile as the company car pulled up in front of the primary SynTech headquarters. She'd investigated her secretary's home life for several months before making a determination that Sal would have to go... but being Jiji, the feline's whims meant nothing was quite that simple.

Besides, the scientists needed to test their new inventions somehow...

The end