Engine Smoke
Engine Smoke Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Karwood
The steady hiss of the steam engine could be heard several cars back, though the pulsing, chugging sound of the wheels being turned was as steady as a heart beat throughout the entire train. The sound filled the night with the reassuring comfort of the dependability of modern technology in the latter half of the nineteenth century. Out of the window the countryside slipped by under moonlight, the chirping of crickets inaudible over the sound of the train, but for Harper Stevens there was no better sound. There was no better place to work and no better time to be there. The nation was nearing completion of the first transcontinental railroad. The civil war had come to an end and Nebraska had joined the union; it seemed it was only a matter of time before the nation would fill in all the gaps from the Pacific to the Atlantic and be one unified country.
Harper stood in the room he'd been granted in the sleeper car, buttoning up the buttons on his dark navy blue jacket with gold filigree. He seemed to be no more than twenty years old, his brown hair a bit shaggy but still relatively short and kept clean. A gold pocket watch hung from one pocket of his uniform, though it had been lent to him by his supervisor. His boots were impeccably shined and his eyes were bright and hopeful. He slid the door open and stepped out into the aisle between the compartments, making his way toward the engine. The sleeper cars were a great innovation, but Harper preferred walking through the normal passenger cars. It made for a lot better people watching.
As the next set of partitions opened, he moved into the first of the passenger cars. Seats ran along either side of the aisle, filled by people from all walks of life. Business tycoons sat in their fine coats sipping brandy or enjoying a late night cigar, their eyebrows clutching monocles or glasses while top hats rested upon their heads. They represented those who traveled by train merely because they could, because they had the money, because it was a boon for business to be seen as so rich and sophisticated. A short distance away there were younger, lither men whose faces were dominated by their first beards. They had sold everything and were heading west to start a new life, to try and get into farming... though many had secret dreams of igniting a second gold rush. Even fifteen years later, gold fever ran in the blood of many.
Harper moved through three more passenger cars passing families, construction workers, a traveling band of performers, scholars... It was an amazing job, simply amazing... Still thinking about the passengers he had passed, he stepped through the last door partition and into a cloud of sweet smelling tobacco smoke. Both aspects distracted the young man long enough to step face first into the chest of an extremely large, muscled individual. Harper looked into the chest of the behemoth and then slowly trailed his eyes upwards. The large man was covered in the same uniform as Harper, though he wore it rather differently. The man had a thick, bushy Franz Joseph beard, a mustache dropping down into thick mutton chops on either side. Hanging from his lips was a thick cigar, the end glowing gently. It really made the guard look like one of the many tycoons that frequented the train. Harper gave the man a smile.
"Everything still safe Bernie?" Harper asked. The man gave a nod and moved to unlock the door to the next car. Harper watched the variety of keys used on a variety of locks before the cargo door was opened. Harper advanced through the train, hearing the door locked behind him. He passed through the middle of countless crates... Hundreds of them in all sizes, stacked floor to ceiling. They had come all the way from Canada. The cargo was far from being Gold or any other such valuable, but Tobacco was a booming business and the train load represented quite the investment. Each box had "Bear Valley Tobacco" and an image of a huge fat bear seared into the wood... and the smell, oh the smell was magnificent. Harper slowed down just a bit as he passed through to sell it.... Sweet, spicy, heady, all at the same time. Reaching the other side, Harper gave a signature knock and the door was unlocked.
"Hey Harp, sleep well? Those sleeping cars sure are something." Came the young but rather friendly voice of the other guard. He was younger than Bernie, probably only twenty five but a short, incredibly dense beard hugged his young face. He was also quite strong and quite wide, his uniform hugging muscles. Harper admired the strength and size of all his fellow coworkers. They all seemed like such strong, masculine men... They exemplified the best qualities of manliness without losing their gentlemanly qualities.
"Slept like a rock, felt like I was right at home on the rails. How about you Thomas? How is your shift going?" Harper asked.
"Same ol, same ol. It'll be another relaxing night I think." Thomas said, reaching into his pocket to withdraw an old pipe, one handed down through the generations. Tomas reverently prepared it before bringing the stem to his lips. He lit a match and brought it to the pipe bowl, taking a few draws. A moment later the smoke was leaving his lips, surrounding his beard, dancing against the tips before it spread outward into a cloud. Harper watched the man with envy and awe, but eventually he remembered that time was running out before his shift.
"Well then He tipped his hat to Thomas before advancing forward, opening the passenger to the corridor tender car. The passage way was narrow, imported from England. Harper moved through the space, knowing massive amounts of water and coal were all around him on the other side of thick metal bulkheads.
Harper had to admit a bit of excitement at being assigned to such a train. The advancement of locomotive technology had essentially been all trial and error for over thirty years. The benefactor of their line was giving non-stop runs a try, so the staff members were rotated part way through the journey. This made conventional tenders impossible as the fuel blocked access to the engine. While Harper was so new that he was still learning the ropes, he had the best mentor that he possibly could. Henry Tanner was a legend when it came to being a train engineer. Harper advanced into the engine of the locomotive, feeling the power of the steam engine shuddering beneath his feet, the massive whirring mechanics audible just outside.
Standing at the controls was a mountain of a man. Henry Tanner stood just over six feet tall. His shoulders and arms were huge from his years as a locomotive fireman, keeping the fires going by stoking them with more wood or coal and moving the water into the engine. Despite his level of fitness, he had a rounded stomach that showed just how well he could eat. While he was a full engineer now, he still took on the additional task from time to time, keeping everything in line. With so many things to keep track of, it was a gamble but it was also quite the talent. Henry's years of service were starting to show in a few ways. His skin was hardened and toughened by the hard work, but more than anything, the man's hair and beard had started to go gray and white. His hair still flowed in silky waves and his beard had been grown out for many years, the base resting against his barrel chest.
The countryside was visible on either side of the engine and a bit in front, the stars brighter than ever. It was a magnificent landscape, and being at the head of such a feat of engineering was an incredible privilege, one that Henry treasured and Harper aspired to. Harper watched Henry gazing out into the wilderness, but a slight turn of Henry's head revealed that he knew Harper was there. Two things were always certain about Henry; He would always have a grasp of everything going on, with the train and otherwise... and he would have his pipe near by. It wasn't uncommon for men to smoke at all; in fact most considered that that was what made men men... But Henry took it to a new level.
His thick white mustache came down around the stem of his pipe, a stem that curved and dipped down to an ivory bowl aged and colored by years and years of use. Henry took a deep puff and expelled the smoke that spread out, hanging in the air, curling as it reached Harper's nose. The scent was intoxicating, far lovelier than anything Harper had smelled before, and the idea of smoking already captivated him. He had no idea why he had held back when everyone else his age had started, but somewhere in the back of his mind he was worried that it might not be as exiting as the mystique of it.
"Your mind is already so full of thoughts and you haven't even started working tonight." Henry chuckled.
"I'll get that out of my way when I stoke the fire." Harper offered, moving to roll up his sleeves. Henry took another puff on his pipe.
"I already did it." Henry said with a smile on his old lips. His deep brown eyes were pouring over Harper, scanning him up and down. Harper thought nothing of it, but the engineer's look was appraising far more than a future engineer. Harper was too busy with concern.
"Am I late?" He asked, reaching to check the watch Henry had loaned him.
"You aren't late, sometimes I just feel that the engine needs a bit more and I don't want to wait. It's easier that way at night when the usual fireman is on break." Henry said. Harper blushed a bit but nodded. Without having to tend the fire, there wasn't much left to do but watch Henry and learn what he could as an observer. Harper moved to stand where he always did, off to the side b8ut with a perfect view of the controls and the right side of the train, looking out over the countryside. Henry took a few more puffs on his pipe before he contemplated something.
"What is it?" Harper asked. Henry smiled, glad the boy was so perceptive.
"How much to you want to be an engineer one day Harper?" Henry asked, taking another puff of his pipe, exhaling the thick smoke towards his apprentice. Harper breathed it in with no problem.
"More than anything... It's all I've wanted since I was a boy, to grow up and guide the trains along, to be at the forefront... I want to be a real man, like you." Harper explained. Henry grinned wide at his answer.
"Well... The track coming up is a straight away... No trees near by, no engines, no usual herds... It might be safe enough for me to let you take the controls for a bit, let you get a taste of it, see if it really feels right." Henry said. Harper's eyes went huge.
"Me, really?" he whispered.
"Yes, you. You aren't getting paid to just stand there after all." Henry replied, "You remember what the controls are, yes?"
"Of course!" Harper replied in surprise, "Throttle, brake, pressure, heat..." Harper began, listing every item around console. When he had named off everything down to the types of screws and bolts used, Henry put a hand on Harper's shoulder and brought him forward. With great anticipation and reverence, Harper came to a stop before the controls. His hands instinctively moved to the throttle and brake, ready to adjust the power at a moment's notice. Henry stood back, leaning his upper torso back a bit, giving Harper a skeptical look.
"Something isn't right..." Henry mused. Harper flushed bright red before he took his hand from the break relaxing a bit. He kept a fierce eye on the dials, looking for any modulation. Henry shook his head, "Still... something's not right... What is it, what's missing?"
"I... I don't know, I have my watch and my hat, this is the same posture you use..." Harper replied softly.
"Well... What about... Oh yes, your pipe!" Henry said. Harper blushed.
"I don't have a pipe." He said softly.
"Oh, what about your cigars?" Henry asked.
"I don't have those either." Harper replied with a soft voice.
"You don't smoke?" Henry asked in shock.
"I've been meaning to take it up..." Harper said.
"Well, to be a true engineer on this train you're going to need a pipe... So you can use mine." Henry said, bringing his down. His hands moved deftly to prepare the pipe for another user. He drew out a tin marked with the bear emblem from the cargo hold, putting new tobacco into the bowl since the embers had gone out. Harper kept control of the train, though his eyes were trying to catch any glimpse of his mentor behind him. Henry stepped up behind Harper, reaching around so he didn't have to leave the controls. Harper's heart skipped a beat as the pipe was brought up. His virgin lips parted as the stem was brought to them before he clamped down. He brought one hand up to help support the pipe, though he knew Henry's were strong enough to keep the whole pipe up. Henry grinned behind Harper, opening up his matchbook slowly. He was ushering a man from youth to full manhood and it was exhilarating, like a drug.
"Now remember... When I light it, take slow and steady puffs... Savor the flavor, then blow it out of your mouth..." Henry whispered into Harper's ear. Harper didn't speak, merely nodding his head a bit. Harper's heart skipped a beat as he heard the ignition of a match. It took every ounce of his strength, but he focused on being a train engineer; he kept track of the steam pressure, the heat, the speed, even calculated the tension strength of all of those cars moving together... The match was brought to the bowl of tampered tobacco and Harper puffed on it. Soon the rich, hit smoke was moving into his mouth. The sensation and flavor was so rich, Harper felt like he was truly becoming a man. He had been missing out on so much.
Despite being nervous, Harper exhaled the smoke a moment later and felt it fill the air around his head, playing on his cheeks. He took a few more puffs and exhaled the smoke again. A strange pride was spreading through his body, but so was something else. Every puff made Harper feel more relaxed. His posture grew less tense, but more than that, he was feeling more like a man inside and out. Slowly his uniform was growing tighter, particularly around the shoulders. Henry watched with great anticipation, his eyes focused on the perfectly shaved slope of skin above Harper's upper lip. As he puffed away, stubble began pushing out. It was faint at first but soon pigments swept through the strands, turning dark brown. All over his lip he was forming his first mustache at an imperceptible rate.
Harper grinned, feeling more confident than ever at his duty. He kept puffing away, reaching up to support the pipe himself. Henry stepped back, watching. The brown mustache adorned Harper's face well, growing in thicker. The corners of the mustache began growing longer, the strands stretching out, hanging down the side of his lips. More soft hair pushed out down the side, joining the long strands. Harper's youthful face was developing a horseshoe mustache. Henry was quite impressed by how much more manly he looked with the mustache.
Without realizing the changes, Harper took more puffs. He relit the bowl when it went out, tampered the tobacco a bit, doing it all instinctually. Henry watched in great glee as Harper seemed to look older. Only a few moments had passed, but it was as if the engineer was looking into the future. Harper looked to be a fine man of twenty five who had grown used to the companionship of a good pipe, his mustache thick, the two sides hanging down all the way to his chin. His cheeks were growing slowly darker as more stubble was coming in. Harper's physique shifted a bit more, creeping toward the body of a thirty year old. His mustache grew thicker, the hairs growing down to obscure his upper lip. While the horseshoe mustache remained prominent, the stubble grew out enough to start forming a full beard. At first the pattern was patchy and uneven, but soon it caught up with how old he looked, following an even curve from his ears to his lips... but his beard wasn't the only thing growing.
All over Harper's body, his uniform was growing almost suffocating. His shoes were stretched to their limit, his pants were tight, and his uniform jacket was being tugged at... but no where more than the front buttons. A new wave of lazy contentment swept over Harper as the defined muscles across his stomach were overwhelmed by extra flesh. His stomach distended outwards, rounding and swelling. His entire body was getting a subtle layer of fat. As it fed into his face, his beard looked thicker and bushier, the man gaining an edge of distinction. Through all the changes, Harper kept puffing away, feeling so damn good about himself that a rush of blood was flowing into his shaft. Henry watched with even more awe as the young man's groin bulged outwards, beckoning.
"How do you feel?" Henry asked, nearly growling in glee.
"Like a real man, I should... have taken this up a while ago." Harper replied, his voice deeper. It had taken on a bit of resonance. The smoke swirled around his head and body, bathing him in it as he changed. His youth was fading away slowly, replaced by an irrepressible masculinity. His mustache had gotten as bushy as it could, but his beard was making great strides to catch up. His cheeks were thickly covered, his brown hair becoming a bit shaggier. Harper took a match himself and re-lit his pipe again after getting rid of the ash, puffing away; managing the train with a confidence well beyond how many years he had actually lived.
"Well you've been smoking well for as long as I've known you... I'm sure all the others are envious of how much time we spend together." Henry suggested. Part of Harper's mind was confused, knowing that wasn't the case... but the soothing smoke seemed to be billowing in his brain as well, and before long he was sure that Henry was right.
"I just wish I had a beard as long or dignified as yours..." Harper murmured, blushing a bit beneath his beard. That admission was rather true even before he had started smoking the strange tobacco.
"Oh you will in time... You just need to let it grow... and grow... and grow..." Henry said, moving up behind Harper, wrapping his arms around the younger man's waist, his hands feeling how girthy the once-lithe man had become. Harper murmured happily, cuddling back into the hug, grinding his backside against Henry's groin. It seemed so new, but so right... Like the ultimate form of a fraternal bond. They were two hairy, big bearded men, it was right for them to be together. Even in their state of cuddling, they could see a lantern hanging on a pole in the distance. Henry leaned in to nuzzle the hairy man's neck before he regretfully let Harper go.
"I should take back over, we need to start braking for Honeydale." Henry said. Harper's younger sensibilities kicked in. He was acting brake man and had to move from car to car to start slowing the whole train down in time.
"I'll get right on it." Harper said, moving to hand Henry the pipe. Henry looked surprised.
"That's yours, I've got mine." Henry grinned.
"Oh, right, of course." Harper chuckled.
"Now, when we get there and the men are unloading, I'll buy you a drink at the inn, maybe we can get around to having some fun... while we wait." Henry said. Harper gave a huge bearded grin.
"That sounds fantastic!" Harper said, moving back out of the engine and through the tender, making his way to start slowing the long train. Henry was grinning ear to ear at his fortune.
*****
Honeydale was a sweet name for a rather rugged logging town. Nearly all the forests in the eastern portion of the country had been cleared, forcing train lines to switch to coal for fuel, but the nation demanded wood for everything from paper to furniture to homes... and it had to come from somewhere. The train tracks ran through the center of town and the train was resting as its precious cargo was unloaded. It would take some time for the cargo to be distributed and the money and new cargo to be collected, giving the passengers and crew time to disembark and explore the town around them in the fresh dawn light.
Harper moved down the wooden steps that had been set out, his boots echoing through the wood. His eyes poured over the landscape, amazed by what he saw. In many ways it reminded Harper of what he had heard about the west. The trees had been cleared around the town and the buildings hugged main street. There were several saloons, a Sherrif's office, a physician's house and several other establishments. He could hear the familiar clang of a blacksmith and just a few buildings down from the track was a massive tobacco shop with the Bear Valley emblem hanging outside. Harper licked his lips a bit, knowing he was out.
The large man moved through the streets, brushing shoulders with the lumberjacks that populated the area. It seemed they all got a very early start on things... or that they had been up all night. There were men of almost every range, from late teens to late sixties, but there was one thing that they all shared in common; they were all big, strapping, strong hairy men. Most had a good amount of meat on their bones. Even those yet to hit twenty had mustaches thick enough to obscure their lips. Harper thought back to when he had been that young, it seemed a lot further away than it used to. When he was that age he would have done anything to look so handsome. Harper excused himself as he squeezed through the flow of burly men, blushing a bit as he grew hard. In the back of his mind there was a slide show of mental images he forbade himself from thinking about, but they all involved the men before him.
The door to the tobacco shop jangled as Harper entered, moving into the confined space. He was met almost at once with the sweet, spiced scent of hundreds of tobaccos kept close to each other. It was enough to make him start salivating. He wandered the aisles before he spotted several bags of tobacco with bear paws emblazoned on them. An older gentlemen moved over with a smile on his face, eyeing Harper over from head to toe. He pulled one of the bags down from the shaft, unrolling the top, bringing it over so Harper could see the quality of the tobacco inside. Harper had the strangest feeling that he had never done this before, but he had to have, he'd been smoking for so long.
"That looks very nice. I'll take it." Harper said. The store keeper gave Harper another appraising smile before he bagged it back up and rang Harper up. Harper exchanged some coin for the bag and moved back out onto the street, looking around with a big grin on his bearded face. Even so early in the morning he could see all the fine gentlemen lighting up pipes and cigars and cigarillos. It was truly impressive. Harper felt a kinship with them all... But after working the night shift, he was ready to unwind and Henry had offered him a drink.
Looking up and down the street, the largest saloon seemed to be the 'Bear's Den & Inn' just a few shops down. The lower floor was the saloon, but the upper floor seemed to be rooms for rent. Most likely that would be where Henry headed, due to the size of the place. It would no doubt have a wide selection. Harper moved across the street and stepped through the double doors, the side of his rounded stomach grazing against another tummy as a huge man moved out with a big grin on his face. Harper's heard fluttered, though he wasn't sure why.
The smoke was thick inside the Bear's Den as the men enjoyed alcohol, cards and hearty food. Few beards stopped short of the collar bone, making Harper seem like the youngest once more. Harper couldn't help but linger in the smoke clouds, his bulge returning. Harper closed his eyes, just listening to the sounds - at least until he felt a hand on his groin. He looked down in shock to see the hand caressing and squeezing his bulge. He followed the arm up to Henry's arm and shoulders and then looked into his face. Harper gazed into Henry's eyes for a moment before the older man leaned in. Their mustaches brushed together, their beards tight to one another. Harper instinctively moved closer, their bellies touching. Harper's lips were pried apart by Henry's tongue and soon Harper had a guest in his mouth.
Their tongues tangled for a long moment, their lips brushing. Harper had been so surprised at first, but soon it felt as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He'd always looked up to Henry, admired him for his skills and mind and body and smoking... How better to express that than in acts of love. Harper pushed forward until their groins met, grinding against his supervisor, feeling the friction and pressure on his cock encouraging it to grow even further. Minutes passed and Harper fell deeper and deeper into lust before Henry broke the kiss. Harper stood there with a drunk expression on his face, finding it all rather... lovely in every way.
"Two scotches and one of your best rooms." Henry said, throwing down money. The glasses were slid across the bar and Henry caught them, setting one before Harper. Harper, meanwhile, was looking around the bar to see if anyone had seen them kiss and wanted a fight. To his surprise, their kiss seemed to put everyone at ease and the men had started to make out... It was the most perplexing, hottest thing Harper had ever seen... Burly card sharks kissing, bounty hunters macking on each other, even the musicians were tongue wrestling. A wry grin crossed the young bear's mouth before he tipped back his scotch and swallowed, shivering a bit at its strength. Henry chuckled, tipping his back and swallowing it easily before he signaled to the bartender for two more.
"This town is really amazing..." Harper said softly.
"Isn't it? It was pretty modest before the train came through here and they opened up some new shops. I was here when they opened their first tobacco store... Now that was the day. Then the town just seemed to attract men's men... Look at them all, so big and strong... They might as well be bears." Henry chuckled.
"Are there a lot of bears in the forest? All the names of the businesses and stuff are related." Harper said.
"In a matter of speaking." Henry said, drinking down his second scotch before he pulled out his pipe. Harper did the same. Both men drew out tobacco from their pouches and prepared the pipes before lighting up. Harper took a few short draws of smoke into his mouth, letting the flavor play over his tongue before he exhaled again. The smoke curled around him before spreading out into the general haze. Harper felt that general sense of contentment wash over him, but it was stronger than ever before. He felt so... happy, so content. Harper moaned softly, unaware the hair of his beard was pushing out longer centimeter by centimeter. The ends of his horseshoe mustache dipped down below his jaw line as his beard grew bushier. His stomach began rounding more and his arms thickened so much his uniform was practically ready to burst.
Feeling sudden pressure on his pants, he looked down to see Henry unbuttoning them and pulling the fabric apart. Harper's eyes widened as the man reached into his pants, his wide and broad hands finding their way to his groin. Harper's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Henry's fingers curled around his shaft. Henry puffed on his pipe with his left hand as his right began to slide up and down the brakeman's shaft, squeezing it like a control lever on the train. Harper struggled to keep puffing away, but as he did he grew even more content at the experience... but something else was happening as well.
As Harper was played with, his free hand slid along the floor, clenching against the wood. The bartender watched in knowing glee as Harper's fingernails began darkening from white to tan to dark brown. They grew thicker as well, growing out and honing to points. Harper was gaining claws, but that was far from all. His ears had grown rounder and thicker, soft downy brown hairs pushing out along the surface. Even Harper's nose was changing, the tip growing darer until it was nearly black. The nostrils changed shape and tilted up, the tip growing a little firmer, almost like rubber. Every moan Harper made revealed his mouth where his teeth were growing sharper... and Harper's cock was growing like taffy in Henry's hand, stretching ever longer.
"As much as we all would enjoy the show, maybe its best if you go to your room." The bartender whispered to Henry. Henry nodded, clenching his pipe in his mouth as he stood up. Harper scrambled to do the same, though as he touched down on the wood floor, his shoes and socks burst wide open. Harper's large feet spilled across the floor, curved thick claws emerging from the tips as his soles swelled to have paw pads. Henry led Harper by the cock over to and up the stairs, heading into the second floor. Harper was too far gone to care about any sense of decorum. He humped Henry's hand wildly as his uniform jacket tore at the shoulder, revealing inhumanly muscled flesh... Flesh that was starting to develop a fine brown coating.
While Harper was becoming something else, he hadn't let go of his pipe. The pipe still hung from his lips, the man puffing away. His beard was almost long enough to reach his chest, but his face was leaving humanity behind. His nose stretched forward, changing the slope of his whole head. His upper jaw pushed out to keep up with the nose and soon his lower jaw did. His human face was warped, stretched into a muzzle. Harper turned, looking at two men kissing each other down the hallway, though they were equally changed. They ran furry clawed paws over each other, their faces beastial and bear like. This only turned Harper on more.
Henry opened the door to the room they had rented and drew Harper in, encouraging him to duck at the door frame. Henry was elated as to how well the young man had taken to it all. He was becoming a beast in record time for his first transformation. Henry regretfully let go of Harper's huge, meaty cock, eliciting a grunt of dismay from the man, but Henry had to let loose himself. He unbuttoned his uniform and set it aside, sliding his under shirt off. He stepped out of his shoes, revealing that he wore no socks. His pants and undergarments came off next, revealing his massive, round, huge, fuzzy body... It was exquisite, it was refined, and Harper couldn't hold back.
The massive beast man charged forward, holding his pipe in one hand as he began nuzzling his face into Henry's chest. His new muzzle parted and a long, thick tongue began slathering saliva all over Henry's nipple. Henry moved over to sit at the edge of the bed, bringing his pipe to his lips. He inhaled and blew the smoke out, shuddering in delight. His other hand moved to stroke Harper's head as the young bear teased his nipples. As the smoke left Henry's lips, he started to undergo a change himself. His white hair began to grow darker, shifting from one end of the spectrum to the other. Black streaks moved out through his hair until it was as dark as night. His beard hair turned dark as well, contrasting with his pale skin.
In some ways Henry looked years younger, but he truly wasn't. He had the skin and frame of age and experience, only pigments had changed... and the reason why was soon apparent. Hair began creeping up from his beard line, sweeping around his eyes and across his nose as his ears flared out ad grew fuzzy too. His nose tilted up, revealing bear like nostrils. He kept puffing away on his pipe as his face extended into a dangerous fang filled muzzle as well. He moaned deeply, his voice dropping countless octaves.
As Henry sucked and slurped on the nipple before him, Henry's chest hair grew black and thickened, spreading out wider and becoming denser. The entire pec before Harper disappeared beneath the fuzz, fuzz that soon became as soft as fur. Harper stayed latched onto the nipple as best he could, though he moaned as his face nuzzled the thick musky fur of his mate... Yes, his mate. The word just seemed to fit so well. As Henry's furry chest brushed Harper's face, Harper seemed to be moving to catch up. The brown fur moved up his face and down from his hairline, meeting around his eyes and across his nose. Harper's body hair was rushing to catch up as well. His arm and leg hair was growing drastically thicker, his chest and under arm hair thicker and softer than ever before.
Another terrible tearing sound came as Harper's uniform gave out completely. The clothing fell to the floor, revealing a back completely covered in brown fur, meaty pecs and a huge belly covered in shaggy brown. His pants tore to reveal a fuzzy ass and legs, his feet further warping into paws. The hair from his legs coated them, covering everything but the paw pads he had developed. Seeing how far he had changed, Henry wasn't going to hold off anymore. He put his pipe to Harper's lips and watched the boy take one more puff before his claws tangled in the young bear's fur and he guided his companion lower.
Harper saw Henry's cock coming toward his mouth and he instinctively parted his muzzle, letting it slide in. As Henry's massive tool entered Harper's lips, Harper moaned. The musky taste exploded at once, along with the salty hint of precum. Harper plunged his face around the length at once until his nose was buried in Henry's bush. He began to suck and tongue the meat, but then he began drawing his head up and down eagerly, trying to drive Henry wide. Henry moaned deeply, relighting his pipe before taking several more puffs.
Harper's ass cheeks widened as he sucked away, his tail hole revealing itself just as a furry nub of flesh pushed out above the ring of muscle. Harper's body stretched taller, his hands growing furry, his claws stretching longer. Hunched over like he was, he looked truly like a huge, fat, furry bear... A bear that had the capacity to smoke a pipe. Henry, however, wasn't far behind. Deep black fur spread over his body as it grew, muscles pushing out beneath the fur. Henry fucked Harper's face for al he was worth, moaning. The black bear kept growing, his toes curling and digging into the floor as he packed on pounds and pounds of muscle, fat, and fur. Henry felt himself coming to the edge, but he wasn't going to finish, not like this.
With a powerful swipe of his hand, he pulled Harper off his cock. Harper was stunned, but even more so as Henry sprung up onto his legs. Henry used his massive strength to hurl Harper forward onto the bed before pouncing on him. Harper grunted as the massive man came down on him, but his claws soon dug into the bed as Henry's cock found its way to his virgin ass. Henry shifted and tilted before he felt the entrance to Harper's depths. He took one big breath and then thrust in deep. So many inches of flesh glided into Harper that his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and before long the two bears were a writhing, moaning mass of fur and flesh.
Henry ground and thrust into Harper like a beast, reaming his ass deep and hard... and all Harper wanted was it to be harder and faster. The brown bear humped the mattress, so overwhelmed with lust and love that soon his fat cock was dribbling cum all over the sheets and his own belly. Henry, however, was much more adept at holding back. Even in the height of his lust, he managed to bring his pipe to his bearded bear muzzle and take a few more puffs, letting the smoke leak from his lips before it went out and he set it aside, focusing completely on his mate.
The bed groaned and lurched beneath him, shuddering with their combined weight. Henry ground and fucked as deeply as he could, driving Harper wild. Harper let out a roar of pleasure as he came again, his body becoming like jelly under the force of the lust. Henry had been doing well to hold back, but it was too much. He lifted his head skyward and let out a roar that rattled the windows. The black bear felt his balls tug up to his body, his huge cock pulse and then unleash its hot white cream deep into Harper's ass... but still he thrust. Harper felt the cock slide up and down, churning the cum in his ass, forcing it all the deeper, just as he wanted. Harper managed to lift up his hips just enough to slide a paw under himself and grope his cum covered cock, working himself to a third orgasm, feeling the cock pulse in his fingers as more bear seed gushed outward. It was truly marvelous.
Having spent his load in such a huge orgasm, Henry was losing steam. His body grew heavy and he draped himself over Harper, nuzzling his neck as he drifted toward sleep so deep it might as well have been hibernation. Harper shuddered in delight at being weighed down by the man he respected so much, eventually letting his own eyes drift shut. The two bears remained mounted, passing out on the bed, covered in their own juices... and the smell of fine pipe smoke lingered in the air.
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The steady hiss of the steam engine signaled that the train was nearly ready to depart. The new cargo and money had been loaded, the passengers had boarded, a load of lumber had been slipped onto a carrying car in the back and many bearded lumberjacks had come to wish the train off... But Bernie and Thomas stood at the door to the cargo train, looking around with a bit of concern. Henry and Harper were overdue. Their eyes scoured the crowd. They were looking for the only baby face in town but they didn't see a single one... and before they spotted Harper, they saw Henry.
"There he is." Bernie said.
"About damn time..." Thomas muttered. Henry was grinning ear to ear, walking arm in arm with a man that had to be six foot five with a brown beard down to his nipples. His shoulders were almost as wide as most men were tall and his pants were ballooned in the front by a massive package, one that seemed rather stiff still... but they were uniform issue pants, just like the massive jacket over his shoulders and the hat resting on his head. The uniform was as clean and crisp as theirs, just bigger than either man thought possible. They watched on in confusion as Henry and the man moved up the steps. Henry bowed his head, heading for the engine.
"Hey boys, keep good watch on that cargo." Harper said, following after Henry. Bernie and Thomas' jaw dropped as they looked at the man.
"Harper?" Thomas muttered. Before the two had recovered from their shock there was a blast of the train horn. They quickly pulled up the steps and closed the door, moving to their posts. They couldn't believe Harper had changed so much in such a short time, but something about him seemed so... alluring, they knew they'd have to check on him on the ride home, maybe have a good smoke with him... and that was exactly what Harper was counting on.