FSE

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The start of the annual TransmoCon was as overcrowded as expected when even more attendants could finally feel like their favorite characters from technically any media. The abundance of different anime characters would quickly put shame on the 'normal' so-called weeb conventions.

Jerry, an eighteen-year-old guest, looked into the app provided by the organizers, searching for the most exciting characters. But the more popular meant longer queues, sometimes taking half a day. The young man sighed, having difficulty choosing between a longer wait and playing a less exciting character.

"What about them? The Bears crime family. We can be either one of the three bears or even a Goldielock. And it's barely occupied." A taller, masculine fellow looked from behind Jerry's shoulder. Maurice, his bearded father, apparently also disliked all the queues and preferred an easy way for entertainment.

"These characters are so old news. But I don't want to wait all day so I can cosplay as popular characters. It's the second hall; the already prepared room should be for us." Jerry said, using the map to guide themselves through the crowded area, overfilled with cartoon characters who wanted to hang out outside the assigned areas.

They entered a small wooden space, resembling the inside of a shack, along with quite beautiful, although artificial, view behind the windows of the forest's dark depths. They found a panel at the entrance with written codes needed for transformation. Before both males typed those in, they looked around the room.

"Quite small for a family of gigantic mammals. Here are only three beds, a table, and a fireplace with a cauldron above it. Filled with..." The father used a spoon to reach for the contents, tasting it by smacking his lips. "Porridge. Could be better."

"Come on, let's just use the codes. We can't stay here too long, and I don't want to hang out all day in the hall with all the other weirdos." Jerry typed the number into the bracelet provided by the convention beforehand. Maurice shrugged and did the same before reading the names to choose from.

"Dibs on Papa Bear. You can take whatever you want. Probably the Goldie gal, huh?" The father chuckled, waiting for the device to do its magic, which astonished him at how far the technology had advanced.

Jerry's silence was almost deafening as if he was too embarrassed to admit the truth. Soon enough, the transformation sequence finally started, taking control of their bodies with worrying powers. The initial changes were slow, beginning with simple stretching of their limbs. The line between virtual reality and the natural world was blurred, and both males had difficulties telling what exactly happened to their bodies.

Their faces lengthened as if they were made of rubber, forming into broad, sharp, teeth-filled maws adorned with big, black noses. Father and son both dropped on all fours when their spines couldn't support the vastly increased weights of their bulging out muscles. The clothes disappeared, switched with rapidly growing hair out of every place, covering them with fur from head to toe.

The final transformation regarded their minds. Why they still remembered everything about the convention, everything else about their real lives was blurred, like a distant dream memory. After the brief nightmare ended, the massive male bear with a visible, horrific scar over his eye looked at the other, deeply surprised.

"Mama Bear? Shouldn't it be Goldie instead? Or... hm... I'm not sure anymore what I was thinking." Papa rubbed his head, trying to remember what they were just talking about, but recalling all their previous experiences was almost impossible. Or even the most recent one.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Here, let's get some porridge. That will get you back on your paws." Mama Bear approached the cauldron and poured some of the thick substance into a bowl, briefly standing on her legs as if she tried to act like a human. The massive male sat on the chair, releasing loud cracking sounds, remembering that he had already broken multiple seats back in the day.

"Here you go. Boiling just as you prefer. I'll let cool mine." Mama said, placing both bowls on the table, trying to act completely normal as if she didn't question what happened just a few moments ago. Her mind raced, getting all the strange information about the place and trying not to overthink that they weren't exactly in their home anymore.

"Mhm, marvelous." Papa Bear devoured half of the portion immediately before letting out a loud, vibrating belch, releasing a wave of quite a pungent smell. Mama only smiled, pretending it didn't bother her or her flared nostrils, well aware that any attempt to change Papa's ways would simply fall flat.

"Almost burning my tongue, that's the best way to eat a porridge." The male murmured, fixated on his meal while occasionally glancing at her beloved. Mama Bear also exchanged the gaze, thinking about all the instances when they couldn't find time for themselves for many different reasons. And then they were finally alone; only the friendly cracking sounds of the fireplace occasionally broke the silence since the whole room was luckily soundproof.

"What? Do I have something on my nose?" Papa immediately licked the rest of the porridge from his large nose before releasing a quite sizeable cloud of a foul smell right below his tail. The loud, somewhat impressive fart reverberated in the shack, spreading throughout the tiny space. Mama Bear rolled her eyes, feeling how her husband's bodily functions had ruined that sweet moment.

"Way to go, Papa. I think my porridge has to wait longer because of that." The thick-furred mammal left the table and approached the enormous bed, wanting to lure in her dear partner. She patted its surface, furrowing her brows. "I never understood how you can sleep on that. It's a slab of granite."

Mama Bear jumped onto her incredibly soft and fluffy mattress as they made it out of flowers and feathers. She smiled widely at Papa, rubbing the covers invitingly, hoping for a great time together. When looking at such a dangerous bed, he scoffed when one can easily get lost in these depths.

"Not that one. Do you remember what happened last time? I thought I would never get out from there." Papa said, eventually leaving the table as well. Mama groaned and approached the most miniature bed, but it was still manageable for both of them since their son had grown significantly over all those years.

"Now that's just right. Not like my own, of course, but at least none of us turn their noses away." Papa sprawled his gigantic, furry body on the Baby Bear's mattress before letting out a massive, loudest yawn. The female bear massaged his ample belly, slowly getting closer to his lower regions.

"It's not time for a hibernation, dear husband of mine. They can return any minute now, so let's cherish what we have. It reminds me of those nights when we didn't have a Baby yet. Remember?" She said while her paw got dangerously close to his sizeable, thick sheath, right above a sizeable sack with two round and heavy orbs inside.

Papa chuckled mischievously, nuzzling her neck with a noticeable smirk, quickly getting into a more steamy mood. He also realized how much they needed a moment or two for each other, away from all the stressful situations and unnecessary fights. He let Mama Bear take the lead since, despite his humongous size and harsh appearance, she usually took the initiative when Goldie wasn't around.

The female bear lowered herself to line her snout against Papa's groin, whiffing his strong scent or arousal. The tip of his shaft already peeked out of the sheath, ready to do naughty deeds, twitching near her face. Mama suddenly cupped his sizeable orbs with a single paw, rubbing them with added pressure, simultaneously not causing harm.

When about half of Papa's member emerged from hiding, the other bear immediately kissed the flat head before sliding it between her lips. After a loud murmur escaped her throat, she let the vibrations lightly massage his cock, soaking it with her saliva. Papa wrapped his massive arms behind his head, lying in a completely relaxed position, letting her do most of the work.

Mama Bear slowly realized how lazy her partner become, but she briefly let it go and focused on her current task, worshipping the lengthy and noticeably thick pole of throbbing meat. With little effort, she took most of that shaft down her broad maw, sucking hard on the sensitive head and swirling the wide tongue all over the cock. But her patience shortened when Papa Bear didn't have enough courtesy to grab her furry head. Instead, he kept lounging on the bed.

"Aren't you a sight for my sore eyes? So relaxed and full of regained energy." Mama Bear said sarcastically, looking at him from between his thick, muscular legs. "Don't tell me that I'm supposed to do all the dirty work while you lie there like a slab of meat."

"What? I was getting into the mood; you are doing great down there. Besides, there is supposed to be an entree before the main dish, right?" He replied, before looking straight onto Mama Bear's massive ass cheeks, quickly blocking his entire view before smothering his face. She rubbed her moist, furred snatch over his nose, letting out a throaty groan.

"Just do your job for once, you old git. I guess I have to explain everything to you. So make that fat tongue of yours finally useful." After letting out complaints out of her system, Mama Bear used her temporary anger to shove her partner's entire shaft back into her maw. Her happy, muffled moans showed that Papa eventually started pleasuring her, sliding that broad tongue in and out her snatch, occasionally flicking her thick, twitching bud of flesh.

Their constant moans and murmurs filled the shack, along with the ominous cracking noises of Baby Bear's bed, alone and the popping bubbles of the porridge. Both bears completely forgot about all the worries and everything else happening outside the door, fixating on their affection.

Mama licked a heavy droplet of his pre-cum, realizing how aroused he became after several moments of her little playtime. Wanting much more out of his groin, she eventually stood up and repositioned herself, looking straight into his healthy eye, ready to rock his world. She squatted right above his hard-rock member, which twitched with anticipation.

"I guess I have to do most of the work anyway. But at least move your hips and grab my arse while you're at it, would you?" With these words, she quickly lowered herself, letting that shaft part her meaty lips, getting deep down her sizeable pussy. Papa let out a mighty roar out of wide-open maw, showing full suits of sharp, massive teeth. He grabbed both of her ass cheeks while moving his vast hips.

"I can't believe we're finally doing it after a long time. We should take more often a little vacation, just you and me." Papa said, showing his softer side. Despite being a small crime family, they all showed deep love towards each other, even if they did it their own way. "You know, it reminds me of-"

"Just shut up and ravage my cunt already, you oaf!" Mama cut him off, focused on getting deeply penetrated by his girth, jumping on his thick-furred figure while adding too much pressure on the poor wooden legs of Baby Bear's bed. But the state of furniture didn't matter to any of them, drowned in their lust.

After several steamy moments, Mama Bear got close to her release, needing only several pushes of that magnificent cock. She ground her abdomen against his with closed eyes, sending jolts of pleasure down her spine. But the inevitable had to happen before she could let out a loud, reverberating moan filled with satisfaction.

"Oh, goodness gracious!" With a cacophony of cracking noises and Papa's startled voice, the bed finally gave up under too much weight of both massive mammals. A cloud of dust mixed with feathers spread through the room while the furry lovers sprawled their statues on the hard, wooden floor.

"Well, it's not the first time it happened. I'll fix it later." Papa Bear stood up, forgetting about their intimate time right after the fall, but the female wasn't satisfied just yet, annoyed by the outcome. She leaned onto a nearby table, raising her rump and completely exposing herself to him.

"Forget it and take me. I'll not let a piece of furniture ruin our moment, not when I needed it for far too long!" Mama scoffed, sending a dangerous glance with her side eye, getting more impatient with each passing second. Fearing the consequences, Papa immediately approached her, luckily still having a noticeably stiff shaft standing tall between his tight.

He quickly mounted her, assuming the best position behind her, guiding the twitching shaft between Mama's engorged pussy lips. Their moans spread around once again that day, ready for another round. Papa Bear, determined to satisfy his beloved and simultaneously avoid a rolling pin to his head, tried his best with his worn-out legs. He grunted directly into her fluffy, rounded ear, wheezing noticeably.

"Don't tell me you're passing out. Just several more pushes, you can do it." Mama encouraged him after changing the tactic, trying to be less naggy than usual. She bit her lower lip while Papa's cock ground against her hardened, pulsating clit. The female bear's moist pussy took that shaft deep inside with ease, ravaged with delight.

After a mighty roar, Papa Bear released copious amounts of thick, pearly-white seed, coating her inner walls with a warm substance with each pulse of his cockhead. Mama couldn't stop moaning, forgetting how long ago she felt such a powerful climax. They gasped together since they didn't get any younger with each passing day. Eventually, Mama turned back and nuzzled his neck lovingly.

"Indeed, we need to repeat it someday. But for now, we should get out of here before someone will pin all that damage on us." Mama chuckled, remembering that, after all, they were still a rather mischievous family. After her words, both bears left the shack before entering the crowded convention area.