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Brendan was looking forward to this weekend. The twenty-seven year old man was getting back to his mid-size apartment from his job downtown working network security. He had graduated, and even got his Master's, so things were going great outside of being almost unbearably single. You'd think a tall dark-haired man with olive skin would have ladies knocking down his door, but outside of video games and beer pong he was far more awkward than smooth. That's why he was hoping for some extra help from his former frat brother who was coming to visit for the weekend.

Tommy had recently come out as gay, and needed some support getting comfortable adjusting his lifestyle to match how he felt inside. Brendan had always taken a liking to his junior brother. The blonde shorty had pledged to the same frat his junior year, and they shared majors. Brendan had fond memories of game nights with the mousey guy, and his near-constant attempts to get some of the guys to play DnD. Tommy had been even nerdier than Brendan, but was much more outgoing to balance it out. While he wasn't a hunk by any means, his boyish looks and swimmer's build seemed to get him in friend zone with some of the hottest girls from Brendan's memory of college. This would be perfect, Brendan would have no problem going to a gay club or two if that meant he could shoot his shot at some of the hot girls Tommy was sure to pull into his proximity. Plus they probably had better drinks, he was never much of a beer drinker.

Brendan whipped up some homemade tacos, and got out his second controller for them to game. Tommy would be there any minute... and just like that the doorbell rang. With a smile on his face he went to the door, and asked, "Who's there?"

"Bro! It's Tommy!" a husky voice announced back. Sounded different than he remembered, but in his excitement he opened the door without hesitation. Brendan's jaw nearly dropped when he saw his fellow frat alum. The light blonde mousey guy that had stood 5'6 at best with nary a hair on his body that wasn't on his head, was now standing at 5'9" stocky with a definite gut. Blonde hair, now darkened to a honey color as a thick chinstrap beard adorned his chubby face, the hair on his thick forearms bold and very visible to the point the backs of his hands were even covered as they gripped his bags. Brendan slowly backed away to let his friend in.

"Tommy?" he said staring in shock.

"Yeah bro it's me!" said the beefy fat blonde droppings his bags as they stood in the living room of Brendan's apartment.

"Y-You... You look so different. If it wasn't for those green eyes, I wouldn't be sure," said Brendan.

"Bro, it's still me... the real me," Tommy said, flexing a bit. Despite his chubby gut and stocky frame, his arms were fairly muscled, though not that toned. The hairy biceps pressing out the sleeve of his polo. "I still will kick your ass at Smash and Kario Mart, my Peach is flawless." Brendan visibly relaxed at this. It really was Tommy.

"I dunno, I've gotten a lot better with Diddy Kong," Brendan said with a smile, "It's good to see you man." With that, Tommy opened his arms up for a hug, two embraced. Despite being still shorter than him, Tommy's wider body felt a bit like a bear hug. Brendan paused a bit as nose picked up a musky scent coming from Tommy, but brushed it off from the long drive. The two chatted some before Tommy got his things situated. He looked at his phone and frowned.

"Hey dude, my phone is dead from the drive. You think I could use your phone for a bit to let my fam know I made it over okay while my phone charges?" asks Tommy, rubbing the back of his head like some apologetic dope.

While Brendan would normally hesitate if it was even a coworker, he always felt a bit more comfortable with his closer frat brothers, and especially Tommy. They had even shared porn at one time. To think now, that his buddy was feeling gay inside the whole time felt so odd, but who was he to judge. Not missing a beat he unlocked his phone, and handed it over before showing Tommy where he could charge his own phone. Tommy tapped away as Brendan showed him the extra bedroom he'd be sleeping in.

"Bed's a queen, heheh, no pun intended, and there's two sets of pillows. No TV though," said Brendan, standing at the door of the room. Tommy carried his bags into the room and pulled out a handheld console, "No problem."

When finished in the room, Tommy came back out, and handed Brendan back his phone. "Thanks man. Had to check in with my Papa. I kinda wanna take a quick nap to be honest, but you wanna get in a few rounds of Smash before? Definitely want to do something tonight after I catch a few zzzs."

"Sounds good to me, man. I've got the system set up and ready," said Brendan. After five rounds of Smash, controllers even sweaty from their heated battle. Tommy just edged Brendan out for the victory, his Peach proving superior.

"Yes! Still the champ, haha," proclaimed Tommy.

"Just barely," retorted Brendan, "I wanna rematch after you wake up."

"Oh you'll get a rematch and more stud," says Tommy heading back to the guest room. Brendan nearly snorted in competitive defiance, but relaxed back into the couch, happy to have an old friend over. Maybe if they go to the club later, he could convince his neighbor Walt to join them. Plus it would help to have some straight backup if there's not too many ladies out tonight.

Pulling out his phone, Brendan scrolled through his phone before planning to text Walt, when he came across a peculiar app he hadn't seen before or remembered downloading.

"What's this? Scruff? Is this some beard grooming app?" Brendan queried. Figuring Tommy had downloaded it and planned to mention it later, he tapped the dark icon. The logo splashed across his screen with a quick spin before he was greeted with an array of nearby people. Most of which looked to be men. While most were friendly smiles there were more than enough shirtless pics and lewd names to give him an idea of what some were using it for.

"This Tinder for gay guys or something?" He saw in the nearby grid was Tommy but surprisingly next to Tommy's scruffy pic was another profile with his picture, "The fuck?"

A bit uncomfortable, Brendan tapped his picture to see a profile pulled up. It was filled out and everything! He was relieved that it said he was straight in the profile. For a moment he thought it was a bad joke Tommy pulled, but it even said he was only looking for friendships, chat, and some networking. The amount of detail was surprising. It had his age, height, weight, and even said he a was "smooth" which he assumed meant not much body hair, which was true. He was much less tense about it but, still thought it was a bit weird. It said he was a top...?

This was a bit much. Brendan was going to barge into the guest room and grill Tommy about it, but he paused. Tommy came here looking for acceptance and some brotherly support. He couldn't just attack him like this over a simple app. Even if it was a bit weird. He'd give him a chance to explain when he got up. I mean it didn't pretend that he was gay or anything, even saying he was just looking for guys to game, have a beer, and go bowling with, another one of his favorite pasttimes.. It did make him frown to see that it said he was "into", geeks, and bisexuals. Was that necessary really?

"Because bisexuals still like pussy too I guess. Tommy's a fucking perv for this, haha." He found himself messaging Tommy's profile. "What the fuck dude? Why'd you put this on my phone? Like I thought it was a joke but you made a whole fucking profile." He sent the message, and thought about deleting the app when he got a call which sidetracked him.

After talking on the phone for awhile, Brendan had almost forgotten about the app. Until he noticed he had a couple messages. One from Tommy and another from some guy named PapaBear. Without hesitation he opened the message from Tommy.

"What are you talking about? You said you were a bit bi-curious and asked me to help you see what's out there. I even put that in your profile like you asked," the message said back. Huh? That couldn't be right. Brendan tapped back to his profile and took another look. Sure enough it said he was bi-curious now. That can't be right could it? He could've sworn it had just said... Yet here it is, like Tommy said. He's bicurious... Something felt wrong about that, but he never did feel comfortable not calling himself straight. He'd only jacked off with Tommy a few times in college. Yeah maybe once or twice they gave each other a hand, but that wasn't enough to be bicurious was it? It was pretty hot though, and Tommy's cock was thicker than he expected for a small guy, but he did enjoy the feel of it in his hand while the favor was returned.

"I guess," Brendan mumbled to himself. It was hard to admit he found some parts of guys attractive, but there was no denying how much he enjoyed feeling a meaty hand grip his cock. Remembering he had another message, he decided to check it out. The message was from a guy named Papa Bear Bronson now that he got a better look. Even though he couldn't see the face clearly in the thumbnail pic from the shadowed silhouette, he could tell the guy was a bit burly and really hairy from the fuzz cresting his broad shoulders. The message read:

"Hello cub, welcome to Scruff. You've got a hot profile."

For some reason, just seeing the guy calling him cub made him feel warm inside. Brendan had a bashful blush spread across his face. Did he really seem that hot in his profile? Scrolling back to his own profile, Brendan sees his pic is different. Shot from the torso up, he's now shirtless and flexing with a smile. His chest muscled and dusted with a bit of hair that he didn't remember being able to grow before. When did he take that pic...? Oh right! It was when Tommy set up his profile, he had asked for him to take a sexy pic to show off. He did look pretty good. Tommy was so good at taking pics of him. Just the thought of being shirtless made his nipples hard. Everything looked good though. Bicurious, check. Some body hair, check. Likes beer and games, check. Into geeks, jocks and bisexual guys, check. Looking to make friends, chat with hot guys, and experiment, check. Tommy, really had him covered. For some reason looking at his profile was giving him a bit of a hardon. He decided to message Papa Bear back.

"Thanks a lot. I'm just checking things out, but liking it so far."

"Anytime cub. If you want some help finding your way around, don't be shy. Papa's always ready to help"

Brendan found himself blushing again. Just being called cub seemed to speak to his cock. He could feel it growing past the semi he had. He scratched at his chest, unaware of the small sprigs of thickening hair growing out his pores. Feeling a bit horny, he decided to explore the app a bit more. Brendan scrolled around until he saw a flame symbol and tapped it. It was a matchmaker system. He decided to play with it a little bit. Starting it up, the first guy popped up. Some hairless twink type. He swiped left. A pulse went through his cock unnoticed as it got a little harder. Some shirtless jockish type popped up with a gamer name. He admired the guy's thick muscles and strong jaw, but the backwards cap was a bit much. Swipe left. He spread his legs a bit as the muscles across his body started to bulk. Thew and sinew growing as he filled out his shirt and pants. Once mediocre pecs swelled into firm slabs of masculinity, nipples just a tad thicker as they pressed against the slowly tautening fabric of his shirt. Next guy was average to slim guy, also shirtless, but his slim build was covered in a thick carpet of dark body hair, endearing boyish face framed with a manly brown beard. My god, so much body hair, Brendan thought to himself before swiping left, ignoring the pulse of his cock to full hardness. He exhaled his arousal and blinked confused.

Why'd I swipe left? Otters are sexy... Aren't they? Brendan felt a wave of confusion as his body hair thickened, filling the last bit of space between his clothes and new muscles that he was sporting, chest hair peeking out from the collar of his shirt. Where did he learn the term "otter"? He was working his way through the horny fog that had started filling his mind, when a ping and pop-up on his phone showed he had a woof. He tapped the alert to see it was from Papa Bear Bronson, and felt a surge of arousal. He groaned as Bronson's profile pic filled his screen. His cock bounced as he stared at the big hairy chest, face still obscured by shadow. He didn't even realize he was groping his cock a bit through his pants, tip staining the fabric with precum. He gasped before backing out of the profile pic to the local grid. He'd never stroked to a pic of a guy before, but this was all so hot, taboo, and new to him. He noticed Tommy had a different profile pic, and tapped it.

His chubby blonde buddy was now also shirtless in his pic, showing off his strikingly hairy body, big belly on full display, and a leather harness. Brendan chuffed. Tommy was such a perv. Backing out again, Brendan takes another look at his profile. Still shirtless but now, his whole torso and arms were covered in man fuzz, a five o' clock shadow now giving him a bit of a rugged look. Fuck he was sexy. No wonder Bronson woofed him. It did say he was bisexual and into bears, jocks, and geeks. So of course being all three, he was a total stud. Scrolling he saw it said he was top/versatile. Just reading it made his pucker quiver a bit. He'd never put a cock up his hole but he did enjoy a finger up there rubbing his prostate. He remembered the first time Tommy sucked his cock, and slid a finger up there. It was one of the hardest times he'd cum. Fuck that was so hot. It was so great experimenting with him in college. Dudes definitely sucked cock way better than chicks. Done reminiscing, he goes back to the match stack.

Next guy was a bearded ginger with a dad bod, hairy chest filling out his polo, thick hairy thighs bulging out his shorts with a bit of mannish fat. Brendan's finger hovered over the screen for a second before swiping right. He moaned out as his cock pressed out insistently against his pants. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, the respectable 7 inch staff standing at full salute.

Next guy was a hairy, thick, brown haired cub with a good covering of fat. He frowned a bit looking at the guy's weight before swiping left. As the next guy loaded up, Brendan moaned his arousal. Warm, cuddly fat was building over his bulging muscles, making his clothes start to stretch out a bit. His shirt rose up on his hairy belly as the fat had it turn from washboard abs into a rounded beer gut. Fingers getting thick, while his "free" hand slid over his cock as it grew an inch, liberally leaking precum over his fingers.

Next guy was a daddy type, not that hairy but wearing leather gear, and had bushy armpits on display with the username "Musk lover". Wrinkling his nose he swiped left again. Way too kinky for me, he thought despite finding the idea pretty hot. Actually really hot... He could feel his body temp rising as he stroked. His cock now thick as a banana, had him looking like some horny oaf on his couch. His larger frame filling the whole left side, he groaned as sweat started spilling from his pores. His balls swelled as his testosterone increased, and his nose twitched as he picked up a musky scent. The smell seemed to spur his arousal as his cock throbbed in his grip. Sweat stains spread across his shirt, particularly at the pits as his own body musk filled the living room. He huffed a bit. Fuck was that him? He smelled so good! So manly. So... Without a second thought he took a big sniff from his sweat-stained armpit and moaned as his cock belched out a glob of precum, the scent muskier than before.

Next guy was a thick bearish guy of average height, covered in hair, wearing a wifebeater and a jockstrap that had a rainbow. Brendan nearly drooled seeing the beefy stud. His meaty hand was almost a blur on his cock as he swiped right. The surge of arousal he felt, made him blank out for a minute before he moaned and let go of his cock for a moment to pinch and squeeze his thick nipple. His cock bounced and drooled precum lazily, he felt his asshole quiver for something. Man he wished he had a toy to use on himself. Maybe Tommy had one he could borrow. His clothes felt so tight, even his shoes were straining, but he was too horny to do anything about it. His frame now beefy as well with more than a few extra pounds, he could feel a few seams tear under his bulk. Brendan was looking like a text book definition of a gay bear, as his beard filled in, and boy did he feel like one. His husky hairy body, with a big cuddly belly, and meaty muscled forearms and biceps the most bearish he'd ever been whether he knew it or not. And boy did he feel gay, the thought of cock and ass was making him even hornier, and he wanted more. He couldn't even imagine sharing his sexy fuzzy bod with a woman at this point. He needed a cock to satisfy him.

Hand back to his cock he started stroking and swiping. Swiping right to the gay kinky bears that would make the most of his horny gay ass, before he came to a familiar picture. Papa Bear.

Huffing with arousal, he quickly swiped right, and his pounded twice as hard as his cock pulsed when he got the successful match pop-up. He was on the brink of cumming. Brendan's mind deep in a gay horny fog, he could barely remember what was. His mind and body like digital clay ready to be remade as he grit his teeth, bicuspids sharper than they were before. He scrolled through Papa Bear Bronson's full profile:

Distance- nearby

Age- 45

Ht- 6'5"

Wt- 260lbs

Very Hairy

I am- Bear, Daddy, Muscle, Chub, Master

Into- Bears, Jocks, Geeks, Chub, Leather, Queer

What I do- Turn guys into the horny gay werebears they are inside.

I am open to- Relationships, Random play/NSA, Networking.

My Sex Pref.- Top, Versatile, Oral, Fetish

What I'm looking for- Guys that need Papa to show them the way. Some studs to join my sloth of horny werebears drooling for ass, cock, and cum. Especially werebear cum. Fat furry asses to fill with my bear batter.

What interests me- Horny. Gay. Werebears. Bareback beastman sex. Lots of it. Cum join me cub.

Where I live- Near you

Brendan started convulsing as he stroked himself, body bulking up further with muscle and fat. His mind was spiraling in Papa Bear Bronson's lecherous ideals. Flecks of honey cinnamon filled his green irises before they started swirling with the mind-altering lust Papa's profile was giving him. If Papa liked werebears, he'd be a werebear for Papa. He'd do anything for Papa! The fabric of his clothes was tearing as thickening hair poked through in patches. His neck strained his collar with the sudden growth, drooling into his short beard as his libido skyrocketed. One rip, and his big furry shoulder was poking through the right. Two rips, and his left sleeve split to free his dark brown fuzzy bicep while his pants tore at the left, revealing a thick fuzzy thigh with the skin beneath barely visible. Brendan found himself growling on the cusp of a sexual frenzy, dark lips drooling on both sides his hairy chin. His spiralling eyes were drawn to another notification. Papa had unlocked his private pics. Lost in lust for more, he quickly tapped a thick finger with a dark pointed nail on the screen to open the album.

The first pic he saw was of a handsome shirtless werebear. Broad furry chest front and center, big furry arms crossed while a cheeky grin adorned the beast's muzzle. The hair across Brendan's sweaty body thickened into a musky black fur. Another rip, and his furry knee burst through the bend in his right pant leg. His nose darkened as he growled and moaned, taking in his changing scent, even smelling the musk of another werebear nearby. Fur was rising up his cheeks as his faceplate cracked forward, foamy drool hanging from his loose dark lips. SHRAAAP! His furry foot tore through his shoe, rugged black claws breaking free as thick padded toes stretched out in freedom.

A padded thumb swiped to the next pic. A big furry bear's ass was mooning him, fat stubby tail sitting above the meaty furred cheeks. Brendan groaned as his ass swelled more, spine cracking as thick nub pushed out the tip of his spine. His pants strained one last time before exploding apart in defeat. Brendan's big furry asscheeks spread apart as his new tail made itself known. His darkening pucker was swelling as it turned moist with hormonal lube, the black mini donut winking as a throb in his prostate made him feel a deep hunger to have a cock fill it.

He scrolled to the next pic, hand effectively a mildly human-like paw but somehow still dextrous enough to use the easily broken tech. It was Papa's cock, thick as a man's wrist, and about a footlong.The black shaft had a thick foreskin wrapped around a dark purplish red tip, drooling yellowed precum. Brendan moaned, still rabidly stroking his cock as it swelled in his furry pawhand. It throbbed and pulsed as it pushed from 8 inches to a meaty ten inches. With a shudder and groan his balls grew to the size of apples, boosting the bearish hormones flowing through his body as his testes filled with corrupted werebear cum, dominating the last pocket of human seed in his nuts. The feral energy pulsing through him from his cock as it regrew its foreskin, tip turning an angry red. His shirt was ready to burst. He was so close. He just needed...

He saw a new message pop up from Papa Bear. Eyes wild with lust, he opened the message. Four words:

"Cum for me cub."

With a loud bestial roar, he came. Drooling broad muzzle pushing out to completion as his big feral cock spewed cum. The white human seed quickly being overrun with thick yellow corruptive werebear spooge. His shirt burst from his bearish body, other shoe splitting to pieces as his sweaty toes swelled and pushed into size 17 bearish footpaws. The ursine musk overtook all the human scents as he sprayed his musky spunk all over the coffee table, the controllers, and himself. The fog of lust cleared from his mind to reveal a new landscape of slutty gay thinking. The straight man he was before, barely even a memory.

Sighing in post-orgasmic release, he leaned back into the couch, to see his brother in standing in the hallway in a leather harness and jockstrap stroking his uncut cock in all its bearish glory. The honey blonde werebear, licking his lips with a grin.

"Papa's going to be so proud when he gets here," says Tommy, pinching a fat nipple.

"Fuck yeah, man! I can't wait until Papa gets here," Brendan replies, the spirals now gone from his eyes to reveal they were now completely honey cinnamon, gone from the human green they were before. "Let's see if we can get more guys to come over to give Papa a warm welcome." Like any other newly corrupted, Brendan was ready to spread Papa's love.

It wasn't long before the two were messaging nearby guys on the app to come over, while Brendan laid over the arm of the couch as Tommy pounded his dark hungry pucker. Yellow cum and preseed squelched between their big furry bodies as they practiced seducing twinks to join their sloth as hairy horny werebears to please Papa. They fucked and texted guys on their phones like slutty depraved millennials looking for their next fuck when they were interrupted by a knock at the door. Had Papa made it home?