Leather and Fur
#9 of Random Transformation
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
A young lad wandered into the leather club, "The Karwood Smoker." It was filled with big, bearish men, twice his size, wearing either dead hot leather or an official uniform like a cop, a soldier, or even a fire fighter. But Bronx wasn't intimidated, that is why his mother gave him a tough name. Tough names made a tough guy, that's what she always told him! Though he was very muscular and had a good bit of dirty blonde chest hair to match that on his head, most of the men in the club could have probably popped his head just by squeezing it with their arms. But he was feeling confident, like a stud in the uniform he put together. He was wearing his grandfather's German military officer's hat with a pair of ass less chaps with a forward pouch. He had some straps around his shoulders, clipped to the leather belt of the leather chaps. Around his big feet were grade A military boots, though he wore no socks, liking the feeling of sweat around his feet.
The night had apparently just begun because men weren't really dancing, just piling in by groups of ten until most of them were all bunched together. As Bronx tried to move through the wall of men, the overwhelming smell of manly musk and body odor filled his nose. Heavily grunting, he felt his nipples harden and his eleven inch cut cock push against his straining leather. Flattening out to get past some men, one of them, a big burly guy with a solid round belly felt that cock brush up against his ass. Quickly turning around, he grabbed the kid by the arm, "Oh ho ho, what do we got here? FIRST MEAT!" Bronx wasn't going to go without a struggle, throwing out his fist, he slammed the guy across the face. But the guy didn't even flinch, grinning as he let the kid go, "Alright kid, I was gonna take it easy on ya..." The older teen stumbled back into a group of sweaty men. Feeling his face press into a sweaty, hairy belly, he looked up to see a guy with a buzzed head and a thin, shaggy beard looking down at him before grunting, "First meat?" He quickly grabbed a hold of the kid, but this time he wasn't going to get the chance to struggle. "Hold him down!" Bronx was quickly becoming the prey rather than the predator. An all out muscular stud wearing a black bandana and leather pants with nothing else grabbed his left arm while a big muscle gutted guy wearing only studded leather pants held his right. Forced to lean over, the boy quickly became a meal as the first guy and a few others fought over his ass, roughly spreading his butt cheeks before digging big, hot tongues into his hole.
Bronx grunted but gave in, moaning hard as he felt tongues go places he never knew they could reach. Eyes rolling back into his head, he suddenly felt someone grab his face and spoke in a deep voice, "Not bad for a young cub..." The boy's mouth was squeezed and he was force fed a thick, uncut cock before his nose and lips pressed against a thick patch of crotch hair. Bronx could tell he was uncut from the smooth texture and how it glided down his throat as he gagged on it. He tried to see who was feeding him the wonderful meat but a mound of muscle and stomach was blocking his view. Beneath him his cock was throbbing, begging for attention. He'd soon get it.
Looking around as best he could, he noticed the club was turning into one giant fuck fest, mountains of men grabbing anyone nearby that they could and started ravaging their bodies. There was fighting too, like they were some kind of animal trying to prove who was dominant over the other, just before getting to their knees and swallowing a big cock or taking it up the ass, a hard, raw cock. Bronx then felt himself rise up into the air as men clambered under him, tugging away at his clothes while groping at his body. He felt more tongues against his body now, lapping away at his drooling cock. Then came the hands that were clawing to get at him, and some of them were starting to sting. One set even caused him to pull back as he looked to see three long claw marks along his side. Given the chance to catch his breath before being tossed about, the boy saw one man in a leather hood fall on top of his bitch he was fucking, his stud like body bulging, like muscle building on top of its self. Giving a loud, orgasmic cry, his face burst from the hood as a thick black nose and teeth lashed out to bite onto the bitch, scratching at his sides with gigantic claws. This spurred the bitch to cry out, opening his jaw wide to expose deadly curved teeth. Flexing his muscles, his body ripped out of the muscle shirt he was wearing, sprouting long strands of brown fur as he slammed giant fists into the ground. Raising that massive, clawed paw of his, he wrapped it around his meaty tube like cock as the beast on top of him fucked him furiously.
Bronx turned his head to look around at the others, but he was faced with a giant fur covered sac. As his face was grasped by a giant, padded paw, his eyes widened at the sight of the massive claws. Looking their owner in the face, he looks at the eyes behind the thick muzzle, "Worship me, meat!" Dropped to all fours, the boy heard a slurping sound and moaned as he felt the number of tongues fighting over him leave his ass, making him feel empty and incomplete. But he was put to work as he felt that giant paw press against the back of his head, forcing him against the warm, pulsing sac. Bronx washed his face in sweat and cum that was dripping down that thick meaty prick of the bears. Grabbing hold of it with both hands, he massaged it as he washed his tongue in the sweaty fur as much as he could. Soon he was denied that as he was picked up and thrown over the crowd, caught by another pair of massive arms before dropped to the ground in a puddle of sweat, drool, and copious amounts of bear cum. No one cared who was fucking who anymore, they were like animals now. And as soon as they were done, leaving the other's ass drooling on the floor, they moved onto the next, even fucking the ones doing the fucking. Trying to stand, Bronx felt a heavy weight slam down onto him and padded fingers took hold of his neck. Big, thick nostrils sniffed along his face, lapping at the cum on his face before brushing his hat away. The heavy bear emitted a warm exhaling breath as he sniffed at the boy's combed back blonde hair, "You're coming along nicely, MEAT!"
Bronx suddenly didn't feel as empty as he felt the bear's fat, meaty rod fill his ass. He didn't scream or cry, but emitted a pained roar, telling all the others he wanted it, that he was glad to take the bear on top of him. Grunting, he sprawled out his fingers, only now noticing he had paws, watching as his nails thickened and grew out. With rasping breaths, he clenched his fists, leaving giant claw marks in the black floor. His pounding came to a quick stop, feeling the bear fill him with thick creamy cum. It was like with all the others, Bronx was tossed across the floor before another bear took hold of him, taking over where the other left off. This time the boy was on his back. As the bear bucked into him, Bronx bellowed a roar before slamming his bulging arms into the other's chest, "YEAH! Fuck me!" Lashing out, his jaw extended, cracking as it shifted into a muzzle, melding with his nose and darkening as he tried to bite the other bears neck. The round bear, wearing a leather X across his chest, struck him down, leaving three marks across the chest, "You don't have that right yet, BOY!" Bronx lay there stunned, his vision slightly blurred as he was fucked in the ass like a wild animal, but he could still the shapes of giant masses thrust into each other, he could still smell their glorious bodies in the fur forming over his body as his ears shifted to the top of his head. Sucking through his teeth, he felt the cock pull out of his butt, his hole straining as if it were gasping for air after such a ruthless fucking. Feeling the biggest foot paws he had seen tonight smash into the floor next to him, he looked up to see a giant mass reach down for him, "You're coming with me lad..."
Being thrown over a shoulder, Bronx was carried towards the center stage and up some stairs. Getting his vision back, he saw many of the bears who were just getting done busting a load turn and rise up muscular arms or slam their solid bellies as they cried, "MEAT, MEAT, MEAT!" The boy felt himself being dropped to his knees as he looked at the man...male himself. Even as a bear, Bronx could tell that the one standing over him was Karwood. With his trucker like hat and a curved wooden pipe in his mouth, he just looked like the poster of the man on the back alley door he used to sneak in. As the bear looked down at him and pulled his pipe out the dark lips of his muzzle. Blowing a cloud of smoke, "Face the chair boy..." Like he was commanded by a god, Bronx turned and climbed up onto the large bondage chair, perfectly fit for Karwood's massive size. Turning around, the bear roared out, "Bring me the hat!" Two bears ran up the stairs on all fours, one carrying Bronx's military cap. Snatching it up, the grand bear approached the cub from behind. Looking to the two bears, "Well? What are you waiting for? String em up!" There were two posts on either side of the chair, and each had a number of straps or shackles, and a few chains. Spreading the cub's arms apart with straps, one of the naked bears fell to his knees in front of the other and squeezed his massive sac, causing the other to roar with a combo of pain and bliss as he was sucked off.
With a chuckle and a cloud of smoke, Karwood dropped the military cap on Bronx's head before taking him by the balls and giving his sac a good squeeze. The cub bellowed out a cry and snarled the claws on his foot paws digging into the chair he was squatting on. "GOOD, take the pain!" There were roar like cheers throughout the room from anyone who was watching as the grand bear positioned himself behind Bronx and shoved his dick deep into the cub's ass. The young bear pulled at his restraints, licking at the roof of his muzzle, bellowing, "YEAH!" In his new body, Bronx was muscular, beefy, but Karwood was almost double his size, his round stomach exposing his solid, powerful mass. For the rest of the night and until morning, the bear claimed the cub for his own, taking him over and over again until he passed out, and even then some.
The next morning Bronx woke up to see he was still surrounded by giant bear men, but he was once again human. Groaning, he rose from Karwood's muscular, furry arm and paw, struggling to stand as his butt hole had been ripped open, but it felt utterly blissful. Looking over his body, much of his suit had been ripped apart, but the only piece completely intact was his officer's cap. The rest of his clothes were shredded, and his skin was covered in claw and bite marks. He then felt a massive paw clamp over his shoulder, as warm breath passed along his head and neck, "I've got plans for you...cub."
END: Comments? I really liked writing this one.