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City of Bears - Series 2: Special Delivery

Our story so far (or just go read "Big Bears on Campus" and "City of Bears - Series 1: Bear Boutique"!)

Over three days in the fall semester, something strange happened to Bortman college, as all of the students, staff and faculty were all transformed into big, bearish men. The mastermind behind these changes was Tristan Newbeary, a bearman from outside our dimension who seeks to bring all of this worlds inhabitants under his control. However, the talisman Tristan used to begin this change, stolen from the Elder's of his clan, proved insufficent for the task of expanding his control beyond the boundaries of the campus.

Seeking a solution, Tristan made a gambit, and called in a favor from a relative and friend from his home, Maxwell Longfang. Maxwell wanted no role in Tristan's games, but bound by his oath, he agreed to assist his cousin with one task. Tristan had managed to create a small foothold outside of campus, at an old workwear store he rebranded as "Bear Boutique." Maxwell's task was to corrupt three friends, however, Tristan had deeper plans. Over the course of the day, he siphoned off Maxwell's power, reducing him to meer humanity, and granting Tristan the power to extend his plans. Maxwell and his three targets were left transformed and twisted as the owners and workers of Bear Boutique.

Now, however, some individuals throughout the city have begun to receive strange packages in the mail, from this mysterious store, and the city's transformation begins to spiral away from Tristan's control.

Episode 1: Collared

by Wesley Bracken

Bruno groaned, as he rolled over in his bed and reached for the cell phone which was going off on his night stand. God he hated Mondays, he thought, and hoped it wasn't his manager telling him he was late for work. He knew that he shouldn't have gone out partying on a Sunday night, but Molly and Barbara had begged them to, and who was he to deny two babes like that? It wasn't like they could resist him. He was proud to be a well tanned gym rat, all of his muscles well bronzed, with a long mane of blond hair he liked to keep pulled back in a loose ponytail. He spent most of his time at the beach a few miles away from the city, surfing, when he wasn't working or partying. Well, with rich parents like his, he didn't really need a job, but they didn't want their son to be a complete slacker, so he got some bullshit position at a clothing store in the mall called Totally 22. He phoned it in, and his boss didn't really care as long as he didn't mouth off to the customers. That where he met quite a few girls as well, including Molly and Barabara a few weeks back. Funny, he couldn't remember doing anything with the girls--in fact, details of the entire night were kind of fuzzy. He fumbled for the phone, planning on silencing it, but he looked at the caller ID, and squinted when he saw that the name which popped up read "Master Wade." Master Wade, who the fuck was that? The only Wade he knew was the old pervert who lived down the hall from him in the apartment building. He was always eyeing Bruno whenever he was in the hallway, or at work in the mall. He was closer to a stalker really, and he had come onto him numerous times. Bruno and his friends had roughed him up a few times, telling him to stay away, but the guy just didn't seem to take a hint.

While he meant to silence the ring and go back to sleep, he instead answered it. "Yes master?" he said.

"Good morning slave," an older voice said over the phone. Bruno felt his cock harden, at the sound of his master's voice. Wait, what? "How are you doing this morning?"

"What...who is this...sir?"

He heard the voice snicker over the phone, "I suppose you don't remember very much of last night, do you? Well, it was easy convincing those two girls to drug your drink last night like you drugged there's a few weeks ago, and, well, I guess I might have taken advantage of the situation a little, not that you seemed to mind."

"What...what the fuck did you do...sir?" Damn it, why in the hell did he keep calling Wade that? But what else should he call him? He was Wade's slave after all. Bruno tried to get a hold of himself and hang up, but he couldn't do that. Master Wade would be angry if he ended the call before he was finished giving his slave instructions.

"I didn't do a whole lot. You can thank the collar around your neck for doing most of the work." Bruno felt around his neck, and found a leather collar latched there, and started to hyperventilate. "Now, now, calm down. And you know better than to try and take it off, I know. Besides, you seemed to enjoy it so much last night, begging me for my cock while you fucked yourself with that dildo. You loved it so much, you asked me to let you keep it, remember?"

Bruno didn't remember, but now that he was more awake, he was aware of a strange presence in his ass. He reached down with his free hand, and found the rubber end of the dildo slammed up there, and nearly freaked out again. "You fucking bastard! I'm going to fucking kill you sir!" he shouted, "I'm gonna find you and beat your fucking face in!"

"My my, such violence. You know, anger is really quite bad for people's health and image. So from now on, every time you yell at me like that, you're going to gain 20 pounds of fat, I think. That might teach you some respect."

"I'll fucking talk to you however I want, sir!" Bruno shouted again, "And I mean it! I'm gonna destroy you, and make you wish you had never been born!" Bruno's stomach gave a loud rumble, and as he watched, his stomach ballooned out, his six pack almost completely disappearing beneath a small, paunch. "Oh god...Oh fucking god, sir, what the fuck did you do!"

"Now now, that collar gives me power over mind and body, so I'd be careful if I were you. Now then, I have instructions for you. First things first, I want you to masturbate three times before you get out of bed, making sure to make full use of that new dildo of yours, since you now love having a rubber cock up your ass. I want you to rub one load all over your chest, the second all over your face and hair, and the third up and down your arms. When you're finished, I want you to immediately get dressed in the clothes laid out for you--no showering or even washing your hands. Also, I want you to keep that dildo in you until I tell you otherwise. Call me back when you're ready to go to work. That's all slave," Wade said, and hung up before Bruno could say anything else.

Bruno just stared at the phone for a moment, digesting what he had just heard. What the fuck was going on? He tried to get his hands to undo the collar from around his neck, but instead, one hand wrapped itself around his cock, and the other snaked down to the dildo and began working it in and out of his ass, making him harder than he'd ever been in his life. He tried over and over to get himself to stop jacking off, but before long, he was cumming all over his chest, which he then began rubbing in with his hands, groaning and grunting like a whore! Then, he did it all over again, and by the time he had finished his third round, not only was he covered with his own cum, but also quite a bit of sweat, and he stank. He desperately wanted to take a shower, but Master Wade had forbidden it. He would just have to make do as is.

His first task done, he got up, and immediately walked to the dresser, pulling on the rainbow striped T-shirt and bright white shorts which were laid out for them. They would have been tight on him before, but the weight Wade had added wasn't helping. The entire time, Bruno felt like a man trapped in his own body, desperately telling himself to do something, anything other than what Wade had said, but to no avail. Every time he tried to resist, a voice in his head piped up, telling him he had to obey his master, that obeying his master made him feel good and complete. Bruno tried to deny these feelings, but they were there, and he hated them. When he finished getting dressed, he looked himself over, and he looked ridiculous. The shirt's horizontal stripes only accentuated his new weight, and it barely covered his stomach. His shorts were equally tight, and emphasized his bulge awkwardly. He took a moment to examine the collar around his neck, but it didn't seem too out of the ordinary, and was unmarked aside from a logo of a bear claw with 'BB' inscribed over it.

Bruno tried to stop himself, but he grabbed his phone and called Wade. "I'm ready, master," he said.

"Good. Now, I know you'd rather drive to work in that convertible of yours that your rich ass parents bought for you, but I think today you're going to take the bus to work. Head down to the corner and wait for the number 16."

Wade again hung up without giving Bruno time to speak, and after shoving the phone into one of his too tight pockets, Bruno headed out of the apartment building and down the street towards the bus stop on the corner. He saw a familiar figure watching him as he approached--it was Wade himself, sitting on the bench grinning happily. Wade was quite old, at least fifty, and quite fat. He was wearing a very large shirt and a pair of sweats draped over his chubby body, and had long stringy hair hanging down from his head, though he was quite bald, and Bruno knew from experience that he stank. He felt anger boil up in him again, and willed himself to charge down there and slug him in the face as hard as he could, but he continued walking until he reached the bench where he stood, and said, "Hello, master," through gritted teeth.

"Hello, slave," Wade replied, as grabbed Bruno's ass with one hand and gave it a good grope, being sure to jiggle the end of the dildo still slammed up his hole, "Glad to see you've been following my orders this morning to the letter. Have a seat next to me." Bruno sat down and Wade put one hand around his shoulder and pulled him closer to him. "There, now isn't this nice?"

"Shut up you fucking asshole, sir..." Bruno gritted out, not wanting to make a scene in public, and unable to quit referring to Wade as sir.

"Now, now, what did I tell you about getting angry? That'll be another twenty pounds for you."

Bruno watched in horror as his shirt rode up even higher, revealing the bottom of a definite gut. His pecs also lost quite a bit of their definition, and sagged a bit, a fact the tight shirt did nothing to hide. After pulling the shirt down a few times, trying to hide his belly, he gave up, and just stared angrily at Wade. "Why are you making me fat? I thought you liked me because I was a 'muscular surfer stallion'," Bruno said, referring to Wade's pet name for him.

"Ah, yes. You...did have some beautiful muscles. But this isn't just about finding you attractive, no. This, slave, is about punishment. See, you've been very disrespectful to me in the past, so it's time that you learned some humility. When you're good and broken, and happily beg me to fuck you every night of your own volition, then maybe I'll give you your body back, but for now, maybe you should focus on not getting any bigger, eh? I don't think that shirt will help very much at this rate."

Bruno opened his mouth ready to cuss Wade out again, but stopped, and held it in. People walking by were already staring at him and his shirt, and his belly--he didn't need to stand out even more.

"That's better. Now, we still have a few minutes before the bus arrives, jack me off until it does." Bruno tried to resist, but one hand snuck down Wade's sweatpants and under his massive gut, where he found a rock hard cock, which he started to milk. The thing was massive--probably about ten inches long, even longer than his own meat. He couldn't help but feel some admiration for the guy, and even a little bit of pride? Pride that his master had been granted such a huge tool for a slave like Bruno to pleasure. Pushing the thought away, he glanced nervously around, hoping no one would notice. Much to his horror, Wade began grunting loudly and thrusting into Bruno's hand, making it quite obvious to everyone passing by what was going on, and Bruno was so embarrassed he wanted to die right then and there, but knowing that people were watching only seemed to encourage Wade to grunt even louder. Luckily, the older man only lasted about a minute, and spurted some cum into his pants with a final thrust. "That was good, now get as much cum on your hand before pulling it out. I want to see you eat it."

Bruno tried not to retch as he ran his hand around Wade's sweaty underbelly, and pulled out his sticky hand from Wade's pants and began licking it off. The taste was horrendous, but he managed to avoid puking, and finished just as the bus pulled up to the curb.

"Alright slave, let's get on," Wade said. After paying the driver, Wade led the way to the back end of the somewhat crowded bus, where he took a seat next to a window, and pulled Bruno into the seat next to him, still trying to cover his belly with his too small shirt. "You know slave, I know that we could have been great friends. What exactly is your problem with me?"

Bruno tried not to laugh at the idiotic question, but found himself compelled to answer. "Well, sir, you're a fucking disgusting pervert, first of all, and ugly to boot. I fucking hate you, and all the ugly fucks in the world like you, sir."

Wade smirked, "Well, that was certainly a...candid answer, and certainly worth another twenty pounds. At this rate, it won't be long before you're fatter than I am! I bet you're just as perverted as I am too. I mean, you're the one wearing a dildo up your ass on a public bus, wearing those revealing clothes, and rubbing your cock in those tight, white shorts of yours." Bruno started to panic a bit, and glanced around, as one hand started rubbing his cock through his shorts, and he began bouncing gently on the dildo up his ass, moaning quietly. He could feel himself growing even larger as well, which just made him even more self-conscious. "Dang, look at that. Right out in public, eh? I bet it even turns you on, knowing that there are people around here watching you. Of course, a pervert like you is probably horny all the time, so of course you'd masturbate in public. How else could you get the relief you need?"

Bruno's face turned red, but he noticed a man across the way look at him, then look away, and a little thrill ran through him, he had to admit. "Please...please just stop, sir."

"I'm just showing you that you're no better than me slave. Now what about me do you think is...what did you say? 'Ugly to boot'?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

"Tell me," Wade ordered, "and be honest."

Bruno gulped, "Well, you're fat, for one thing. I mean, disgustingly so. And I can tell you don't take care of yourself, because you stink all the time, and you always have that filthy stubble on your face. You're hair is gross too, balding like that. You could at least cut it, and not let it grow out. In fact, all of you're hair is disgusting, especially the stuff on your body. I mean, haven't you heard of waxing, or laser hair removal, or fucking anything, sir? And you're so damn pale, like you haven't been out in the sun once in your life." Bruno said, still trying to stop himself from rubbing his bulge, "God damn it, at least let me stop making a fucking fool of myself! I fucking hate you. Why the fuck are you doing this to me!"

"Another burst of anger? Some people just never learn," Wade said, "Maybe you'll learn after another twenty pounds? But probably not."

Bruno swelled once again, his shirt now showing off several inches of belly, and stretched so tight across his chest that his nipples could be easily seen through the fabric. His pants were so tight that they were actually cutting into his thighs and waist a bit, and there was no way they could cover all of his ass crack now, leaving a good inch or so poking over the waistband. All the while he grew, Bruno was still helplessly rubbing himself off. Most of the people on the bus had noticed by now, but no one had said anything to him, though a few gave him the occasional dirty look. Unable to help himself, a tear ran down his face, but knowing all of these people thought he was a freak just made him rub harder.

"Now, don't cry. I know it's hard loosing most of your hair at your age, but there's nothing you can do about that. And you do sweat a lot, and stink, but hey, no use fighting genetics, like all of that body hair you've got. And that skin of yours can't keep a tan if your life depended on it. You burn if you're out in the sun for longer than fifteen minutes, I bet."

he most of the hair on his head pulled back into his head, leaving him with a bald dome surrounded by a fringe of his long hair surfer hair, which now just looked silly on him. He itched all over, as hair grew in across his entire body, and he felt his chubby face start to sweat heavily, as wet spots appeared under his armpits and his crotch. His tan faded away last, leaving him as white and pasty as his shorts. "Fuck you, sir," Bruno said.

"Let's add another twenty pounds for that outburst. But don't worry, you're just as ugly as your master now, aren't you? Now, when I count to three, I want you to cum in your shorts, and make sure everyone knows exactly what you're doing. One...Two...Three!"

Bruno gasped, as his fourth huge load of the day shot from his cock. As he shot, words came pouring from his mouth, loud enough for everyone to hear over the engine, "Oh fuck, yeah, I'm cumming, oh God yeah!" His white shorts did nothing to hide the stain which spread across his crotch from the tip of his outlined cock, and now most everyone was staring at him in disgust. Bruno just looked away out the window, trying to ignore everyone else and Wade's snickering next to him. "That was a good show, slave. I liked it. Now, this is our stop. We can walk a few blocks to the mall, I think. If we hurry, you might even get to your job on time!"

Trying to ignore the looks from people on the bus as he got up, his crotch soaked with cum, Bruno quickly got off the bus, Wade a few steps behind him. At the corner, Bruno caught sight of himself in one of the shop windows, and was horrified. Almost all of his hair was gone from the top of his head, and his face was covered with a heavy layer of stubble. His clothes were laughably trying to cover his fatty frame, with several inches of very hairy gut dropping below the shirt, and arms and legs covered with hair bursting from his pant legs and sleeves. His entire crotch was still soaked, and it looked like he had wet himself, which was almost more embarrassing than the truth. As he walked with Wade the few blocks over to the mall, he stared at the ground, feeling his newly pale face flush every time someone swerved to avoid him on the sidewalk. Wade was mostly silent, but giggled on occasion, usually after patting Bruno's ass and playing with the end of the dildo which could now be seen poking against the straining fabric of his shorts.

They crossed the parking lot to the mall, which was bustling with people on Saturday morning. It was actually easier in the crowds, because Bruno felt like he could blend in a bit better, though people still gave him a wide berth. He realized that it was probably because of his disgusting smell. Wade, however, didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was having a grand old time, hanging back a bit and watching Bruno get all of the disgusting looks which were usually reserved for him. He had planned on just taking Bruno back after this was done and returning him to his pretty surfer look, but this was almost more fun. And now that he thought about it, it was almost a bigger turn on knowing that he had completely destroyed his slave's body, just because he could. Maybe he'd leave him like this after all, but make sure he remembered who he had been, or change him back on occasion, for old times sake.

Up ahead, Bruno saw the store where he worked, but he couldn't go in there looking like this! Like some fat, disgusting troll with cum all over his shorts. However, his feet kept him moving towards the inevitable goal, and he started to panic again. "Please, sir," he finally said, "Please don't make me go in there..."

"Why not? That is where you work, right?"

"Please, I can't go in there looking like this. I'm disgusting! They'll throw me out, they won't even recognize me."

Wade grinned, "But I think those clothes you have on fit you so well! I'm sure they'd love to have a employee looking like that on their premises. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? You start playing with your dildo, groaning loudly while masturbating again? You hit on your manager and all of the male employees, begging them to let you suck their cock?"

"Please don't. Please, I'll do anything..." Bruno said, and immediately regretted the words, when he saw the size of Wade's smile.

"Anything, eh?" Wade said, and stepped close to Bruno, their faces inches away, "Then kiss me. Not because I told you to, but because you have no other choice. Because treating me well and worshiping me is the only fucking way your life will be anywhere near decent for the foreseeable future. Because I fucking own you, slave. Kiss me, and make it good, or you're gonna go in there and wish you were dead."

Bruno's already sweaty forehead began to perspire more. He knew it was the better option, he knew it. But here? In front of all of these people? With Wade?

"How about I give you sixty seconds to make up your mind? A minute from now, if you haven't given me the best kiss of my life, you're going to march in there, rip off your shorts, and start fucking yourself with that dildo in front of the entire store, and you're going to start cumming almost immediately. Then, still fucking yourself, you're going to get on your knees in front of the closest man and beg them to face fuck you. If they refuse, you're going to try and take off their pants by force, and suck them off against their will. About thirty seconds now. When the cops come, which they will, because I'll call them myself, you're going to try and get them to fuck you too, and at the jail, you're going to beg everyone in your cell to rape you until I bail you out tomorrow morning. Fifteen seconds now, what's it going to be?"

Wade began counting down, and bracing himself for the worst, Bruno grabbed Wade's head and pulled him into a kiss, trying to suppress his disgust. Wade's mouth was foul, but he allowed the older man's tongue to force its way into his mouth. Bruno's face burned, and he knew people were staring at them, but he couldn't disappoint. He had no doubt that Wade would live up to his threat. When he pulled away a moment later, Wade was grinning happily. He knew he'd won. He grabbed Bruno by the hand and dragged him through the crowds towards the public restrooms, where they crowded into the handicapped stall together and Wade threw himself at Bruno, shoving him up against the wall and kissing him forcefully, knowing full well there were people listening to them.

"God damn it...get the hell off of me, sir!" Bruno said and pushed him away.

"Watch your tone, slave, I think you need another twenty pounds, just for that." Bruno tried to duck away, but Wade pushed him back against the wall, tugging on Bruno's sagging moobs roughly. "I'm in charge here. You know that now, don't you? I can make you march out there and humiliate yourself in a hundred different ways, and you'd have no choice. The only way for you to avoid such a fate is doing exactly what I say, from this point on. Which means, if you don't turn around, drop those pants, and let me fuck you right here, right now, You'll regret it."

Bruno looked into Wade's eyes and saw a cruelty there which he had never fully appreciated. Now actually scared and shaking, he turned around, and dropped his shorts to around his feet, and braced for the worst.

"Yeah, that's a good slave," Wade said, giving Bruno's dildo a few thrusts, "I think you've always secretly wanted this as much as I have."

"N...No..." Bruno gasped.

"No? Really? Then why are you letting me fuck you with this dildo, so eagerly? I knew, deep inside, you were nothing more than a slut, desperate for cock, and now I have the power to make you one, whenever I want. Go on. Beg me to fuck you. Beg your master to shove his big cock up your fat ass!"

"P--please sir. Fuck...fuck me hard..." Bruno said.

"You can do better than that. I know this slut ass of yours is begging to be filled by a real man's cock. Do you want to go back out there? Humiliate yourself even more than you already have? You know what I want to hear, so say it."

Bruno gritted his teeth. What scared him most wasn't saying the words. It was that deep in his soul, he could tell the collar was changing him. That what Wade was saying was exciting him, and he did want this man, his master to fuck him. He needed his cock, his fat body slamming into him with every thrust. "Yes sir, please. Fill my slutty ass with your cum, sir. Make me your bitch, your worthless slave. Breed me like I deserve, because I've been a bad slave sir, I have." The words came tumbling out, and Bruno had no control over them, or their truth. He did want Wade's cock, his master's cock, and when Wade hauled out the dildo and dropped it to the floor along with his sweat pants, Bruno's heart surged with excitement, and he pushed his ass back, desperate.

He had felt earlier how massive Wade's cock was, but he'd had no idea it would hurt so much going up his ass. He tried not to cry out as his master rammed the shaft in deeper and deeper, without remorse or even the least bit of spit, and Bruno couldn't stop himself from begging for more, from shoving his ass back to meet every thrust. Wade didn't last long, and after just a few thrusts he was cumming buckets. He leaned in close to Bruno's ear, and whispered "Cum," causing Bruno's own cock to erupt, splattering against the wall in front of him. His cock ached from the many orgasms he'd already had this morning, but this was by far the most satisfying. Wade pulled his cock out and added, "Clean it up, pig," and Bruno sank to his knees, lapping up his own cum, eager to please. It was becoming harder to resist now, but he tried to fight it just the same.

As Bruno was licking, Wade pulled up his pants and said, "Well, now that we've gotten the basics sorted out, I have some errands to run. In the meantime, I have some orders for you to follow. You're going to spend the next four hours here at the mall, before catching the bus and returning home. In that time, you will masturbate, in public, at least four times. Each time, you will enjoy it more and more, even though you won't want to, and will become more and more obvious in what you are doing. Second, I want you to come on and flirt with at least four older, fatter and dirty men like your master. You will make no attempt to hide the fact that you are a cum-hungry slut, desperate for sex. If they accept, you will comply with any of their desires, no matter how extreme. Now, if security catches you and throws you out, you will call me and I'll give you further instruction. After four hours here, you will catch the bus home, and masturbate a final time, before coming to my apartment, understand?"

"Yes...yes sir, I understand," Bruno said dejectedly and then returned to cleaning up his cum.

"Good, then I'll leave you to it. Be a good slave now," Wade added with a snicker, and left Bruno in the stall. He lapped up the rest of the cum on the wall, and then turned around and sunk down against the wall, suddenly exhausted. He just wanted to wake up from this hellish nightmare. Looking down, he saw his now massively fat body barely contained by his awful choice of clothing. If he had kept count right, he was now 120 pounds heavier than when he'd woken up this morning, or 320 pounds total. In other words, fucking massive. His gut was now an apron, hanging out from under his shirt by at least a foot, pale and covered with disgusting hair. He tried to pull up his shorts, and barely succeeded, though they were so tight across his fat thighs that he was beginning to worry that they might be cutting off circulation, and he could only zip them half way, and the button was impossible.

But at least he was alone now. Maybe he could get out of the mall and to the police station before Wade was any the wiser, he thought, but stopped. No, he shouldn't do that. Then he'd be a very bad slave. He had to stay here in the mall for four hours, and masturbate, and hit on older men, just like his master had told him to do. Bruno fought against the invasive thoughts, but they were becoming increasingly difficult to separate from his own sane ones. It was becoming natural for him to obey, and serve, his Master Wade. He felt one hand reach for his cock, ready to start masturbating, but he forced it away. He needed to try and retrain himself, and figure out how he could get out of this situation.

He heaved himself up from the floor, careful not to rip apart his clothes as he did, and lumbered out of the stall. Thankfully, anyone who might have heard him and his master earlier had already cycled through, so he only had to deal with the odd looks earned by his choice of clothing. In the mirror, as he passed, Bruno got a better look at his new reflection, but could only gaze at his bald head and stubbly face for a minute before he left in disgust. There had to be something he could do. Again, he tried to remove the collar, but his mind wouldn't allow that. He couldn't go against his master's wishes--he owed his master everything. He pushed the thought away and headed back into the crowd, meandering through the mall, trying to think of a solution, but every idea was countered by the same submissive thoughts. Eventually, Bruno just tried to stop thinking, his fat body already struggling with a walk which should have been simple. It was just so hard, trying to maneuver between all of these people! There were so many of them, and he took up so much space now, and he felt awful every time he bumped into someone, and they stared at him with disgust on their faces. Breathing heavily, he sat down on a bench as he passed by, still thinking about the people staring at him. Staring at him because he was such a perverted freak. A hot, disgusting, and horny pervert slave...

Bruno groaned, and worked one hand underneath his fat, undoing his zipper and hauling out his cock, while he rocked back and forth on the dildo up his ass. Yeah, just thinking about all of these people, watching him jack off in public--it was getting him so hot! If only his master was there to see him now, he would be so proud of him. He wanted to make his master happy. With another grunt, he shot his sixth load of the day all over the underside of his gut. His hand was out a second later, and he was licking off as much cum as he could, when he realized what he was doing, in front of a massive crowd of people, and yet, he couldn't stop. His master would be so happy when he heard how good a slave Bruno was being--and that though kept him licking his hand until it was perfectly clean, relishing the feeling of his cum crusted belly rubbing against his too tight shorts.

He shut his eyes tight, trying to block out the noise of the mall around him and collect his thoughts. He couldn't loose himself. He couldn't. He needed to remember that this wasn't really him...even if it was feeling more like the real him with each passing moment, his old, surfer persona fading away further and further. Maybe...maybe Wade was right. Maybe he had always wanted him--wanted this. Hadn't he stayed up all of those nights, wanking as the thought about his fat neighbor down the hall? Imagined getting down on his knees, sucking Wade's cock, begging his master to fuck his ass? Dreamed of looking like him, of being as fat a slob as his master? Bruno tried to tell himself that these thoughts weren't real. That he hadn't actually done all of those things, but it was so hard to tell the difference now, between what had happened, what Wade had told him, and what the collar was making him think. Better not to think about any of it. Better to just calm down, and try not to think for a moment.

Bruno took a few deep breaths, allowing his heart rate to slow, keeping his mind calm. When he felt ready, he opened his eyes and looked up. There, across the way, he saw a chubby, filthy laborer saunter out of a shop and start walking in his direction, and he felt his heart begin to pound once again. The man was massive, first of all, with a big gut barely contained by his grimy T-shirt, with a bit of belly hanging out the bottom for good measure. He had a decent beard, and was balding heavily, immediately reminding Bruno of his master. He had to service this god of a man--he had to. He needed that man's cock.

Before he could think of stopping himself, Bruno was up and waddling to intercept him, already trying to think of things he could say to convince the man to fuck him, or at least let his suck his nasty cock. He threw himself in front of the man, causing them to run into one another, the laborer bouncing back in surprise, staring at the rainbow clad fat ass blocking his way, with a pained, desperate look in his eyes. "Please...Please sir, can...can I suck your cock? I mean, not here, but like, in the bathroom or something? I'll do a really good job, I promise. It's just, my master said I had to, not that I wouldn't want to suck you off otherwise of course, I mean, you're really handsome, sir. But I need to sir, so could I? Could I please?" Bruno blushed, listening to the words coming from his mouth, the subservient tone and whine wanting him to beat himself up, if he were able to.

The laborer just grinned. "Well, somebody's got you good and trained I see."

Bruno nodded quickly, glad the man understood. "Please sir, can I? I'll do a really good job, I promise." He got down on his knees in the middle of the mall and began rubbing his face into the laborer's crotch, felling the already semi hard cock there, wondering what it tasted like. He knew the man wanted him, he could tell.

"Sorry pig," the man said with a shrug, and stepped away from Bruno's forlorn face "I have to get to work. Any other day I'd take you up on it, but one more late day and my foreman will have my hide." He started to walk around Bruno, who reached out and grabbed the man's arm in desperation.

"Please sir, please! I have to!"

The man wrenched his arm away and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Bruno to despair behind him. He knew the man had wanted him. Wasn't it obvious that he was a cock hungry slut, desperate for cum, eager to get fucked up the ass by dirty old men? He'd really wanted to suck that man's cock, but more than that, he'd let his master down. There on his knees, in the middle of the walkway he reached under his belly and jacked off again, imaging himself on his knees in front of the man and his entire construction crew, sucking cock after cock, eventually spraying another load all over the floor in front of him. Feeling even naughtier, he got down on all fours, stuck his fat ass in the air and began licking it up, listening to the chorus of disgust and anger rising around him, making him even hornier. He was still a good pervert slave. He would show his master that he was the best, most perverted slave he could ever hope to own. He'd be sure to get the next guy to fuck him, he'd do his very best.

When he finished, Bruno again tried to regain control over himself. Closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. he couldn't let Wade win. He just couldn't. He just couldn't imagine spending the rest of his life kneeling in front of his master, sucking his cock, cleaning out his ass, joining him on every perverted mission Master Wade could imagine. Bruno again cursed and tried to remove the collar from around his neck, but couldn't even get close to it. He looked up, ready to scream in exasperation, when he saw the sign for the store the laborer had emerged from moments before. It wasn't the name which drew his attention actually--it was the logo. The same logo which was imprinted on his collar. The store was called Bear Boutique, and this was the first break Bruno had gotten all day. Maybe, just maybe, they could get this fucking collar off of him.

He stumbled into the store, but there wasn't anyone in there, not a customer or a salesperson to be seen. He heard voices though, coming from a back area partitioned off by a beaded curtain. He snuck close and heard some men engaged in a heated conversation. On one side was a large bearish man dressed in a finely tailored suit, and across from him, Bruno's dream man. A nasty, old, filthy biker bear smoking a pipe, a massive bulge outlined in his jeans. He was captivated, and couldn't help but rub his still hard, though red and very raw cock.

"I don't care about your fucking business models! I'm just trying to sell product here, and no one was coming into the damn store!"

"This is delicate, Scuzz. You can't just go off and send these sensitive items off to random people! I have spent my whole life planning this out, and your fucking 'brilliant idea' is going to fuck up this entire enterprise."

"Oh calm down, would you? What's the worst that could happen? A few more bears running around town, looking for trouble? It just means a bigger customer base for us, which couldn't hurt."

"God, why the fuck am I bothering with this? Look, just don't send anything else out, alright? This is going to be enough trouble as it is. And I'll need names and addresses of where you sent the packages, and what you sent."

"Hmmm...well, the thing is...I mean...It was meant to be a surprise, you know? You can't really, uh, plan surprises. I guess, what I really mean, is that the whole thing was kind of spontaneous."

"What the fuck do you mean by that?"

"Well, I just kind of packed up some random things, and sent them to random people from the address book. I also set up a staggered delivery, so people will be getting packages for the next three months or so, at random intervals. It's no good to do it all at once--it would draw too much attention to it."

"God...why did I have to make you such a god damn idiot?"

"What?"

"Nothing. Just wondering why I can't find any fucking intelligent help around here. Fine. Just..fine, keep an eye on things, and let me know when these packages surface, alright? When does the first one mail out?"

"Two days ago."

"Great. Way to tell me this way too late."

"Oh calm the fuck down Tristan, and take the god damn stick out of your ass for a second, and have some fun here! Have a drink, loosen up. Fuck, you'd think I'd have just alerted the entire government to you."

"Yeah, well you probably did. I'm done with this. Try to keep me better informed next time."

The suited man stormed away, the biker glaring at his back, and Bruno couldn't get out of the way fast enough. The man in the suit pushed past the beads and tumbled right over the fat man spying from the other side. "Who the fuck are you?" the man shouted, and Bruno blushed. The biker came in soon after, and the man asked, "A creation of yours?"

"Nope," said the biker, got down behind Bruno and inspected the collar around his neck, "But from the looks of things, he got mixed up in the first round of packages. I do remember sending out one of those slave collars. Don't know who to though."

"Please sir," Bruno said, rolling over and getting enough to the biker to smell his nasty stench, "Please can I suck your filthy cock sir? I'm just a lowly perverted slave sir, but my master says I have to suck dirty men's cocks sir, like yours. Please sir, you're so fucking hot!" Bruno said, and shoved his face into the biker's crotch, licking at the filthy denim.

"Yep definitely one of ours," Scuzz said, allowing Bruno to lick for a moment before pushing him away.

"See, this is exactly what I was talking about. This is now out in the city, beyond my control. Thanks. Your problem, now fix it." The suited man said, got up and left the store without another word.

"Tight ass," the biker said, and stood up.

Bruno shook his head, trying to clear it. He so wanted to just rub his face in the biker's crotch, but he needed answers. "This is your collar, right? From this store?" Bruno asked, "Please! Take it off of me! I can't take it, I don't want to be a slave!"

The biker laughed, "Not my fault. Besides, you won't mind at all pretty soon. From the sound of things, your brain is probably about half rewritten at this point. Those collars are pretty thorough. After twenty-four hours, you won't even need to wear it any more. You'll be a slave for life."

"Oh god. Please! Please, I'm begging you, I can't be his slave, please!"

"Aww, it won't be so bad, once you get used to it. I bet he's some big pervert, huh? You probably made fun of him mercilessly. I bet you deserve everything you're getting," Scuzz said, now pushing his crotch close to Bruno's mouth. Unable to stop himself, he leaned in and started rubbing his face against the nasty jeans, licking them, hungry for the cock inside. Scuzz pulled back a bit, Bruno leaning more and more forward, desperate to suck the cock just inches from his face, when there came a loud rip, his shorts giving way, revealing his fat ass, and the end of the dildo sticking out of the crack. Bruno knew he should be ashamed of himself, but it felt so dirty too--so right. Suddenly, it was so much harder to care about what was happening to him. Whatever his master wanted was what he should want. He had been letting his own, personal wants cloud out what really mattered--serving his master. That's all that he should think about.

"I've been a bad slave sir," Bruno said, in as sexy a voice as he could muster, "I was thinking about disobeying my master, sir. Can I suck your cock sir, to make it up to you? Please?"

Scuzz grinned, and shook his head, "Nah, you can't suck me off. But I have something else you can do as punishment. Hey Toilet! Get your ass out here!"

After a moment, one of the filthiest, fattest men Bruno had ever seen came charging through the curtain, coming to a stop on his knees next to Scuzz. "Yes master? How can I serve you, sir?"

"We have a naughty slave here with us, who needs some punishment. When is the last time I gave you a bath?"

"Uh...I don't know sir. I've always been this dirty, I guess."

"Well here's what we'll do. You," Scuzz said, pointing to Bruno, "are going to give my thrall here a good tongue bath. I can tell you have a thing for dirty men, so I doubt you'll mind too much. While you're busy doing that, I'm gonna look around and see whether I have any gifts for that master of yours that he might like."

Bruno tried to scream, but the slave in him was licking his lips and advancing, then burying his face in Toilet's disgusting pit, licking him clean. It tasted horrendous, and even knowing he had to obey, Bruno was having a hard time not gagging. Toilet however, was having quite a bit of fun. He'd never been serviced like this before, and with his other hand, he pushed Bruno's face in deeper, like his alpha always did to him. He pulled off his nasty wife beater when Bruno finished that first pit, and moved him to the other side. It was just as rank, but now that Bruno was used to it, he found himself beginning to enjoy it. After getting both pit's clean, he licked under Toilet's massive beard, then down his chest, paying special attention to toilet's nipples, and his massive belly, being sure to clean between every fatty fold he could find. He dropped down further, eager for Toilet's cock, but he had other ideas. Grinning evilly, having never had the chance to degrade someone as he was so often degraded, he pushed Bruno off roughly, rolled over, and dropped his pants, revealing his crusty ass. "Clean this out first, bitch," he said, trying to imitate his master Scuzz as best he could.

That wasn't an option. Bruno balked, forcing himself to backpedal away, but before he could get too far, Scuzz had returned, a bundle of leather in his arms. "Still got a little fight in ya, I guess. That's alright, it's fun to watch assholes like you crumble," Scuzz said. Bruno tried to get away, but Scuzz pushed him down and grabbed the end of the dildo sticking from Bruno's ass, fucking him roughly with the rubber, watching the fat slob moan and writhe on the ground, trying to pull himself away and shove his ass back at the same time. He felt Scuzz straddle him, holding his arms in place, rip off his rainbow shirt and press something into his back, which seared with heat for a moment. He then rolled Bruno over and did the same thing, laying a piece of plastic across his belly, which seared him again. Scuzz got up, leaving Bruno to recover for a moment, then grabbed him under the arms and hauled him up. "Alright, now, let's let you get a look at you," he said, and positioned Bruno in front of a mirror.

It was the first time he'd seen himself naked, and without the shirt and shorts to distract him, he was forced to see the full extent of the changes Wade had brought upon him. His pasty white skin only served to accentuate the darkness of his body hair, which swirled everywhere across him, matted by the massive amount of sweat the day's exertions had caused him to excrete. He looked like he smelled horrendous, like he hadn't showered in a week. Yet, the new him, the collar him, found the sight incredibly erotic. He looked so much like his master, the man he loved, would worship for the rest of his life if Wade would allow him to do so. His eyes fell on the words now tattooed across his belly--easy enough to read backwards in the mirror--SLAVE. Bruno tried to yell and scream and fight back, but he felt himself tear up. It was beautiful. He was a slave, and he knew his master would love it. Scuzz turned him around, and looking over his shoulder, he saw that the word PERVERT was similarly tattooed across his shoulder blades, large and bold enough to be read through his massive amount of back hair. They were both so big, he would never be able to hide them, not that he wanted to. He loved them. "Thank you sir, thank you," Bruno said, now openly crying.

"We aren't done yet," Scuzz said, "I got some new clothes for you as well." He handed Bruno some black leather shorts, which he pulled on over his fat ass. They were laced at the sides, so they could be easily let out as he grew larger, and had a zipper up his crack for easy access to his hole. Scuzz then helped him into a harness, decorated with swirls of subtle color. It was quite mesmerizing actually, when he saw it on him, stretched tight across his fat body. It made him feel so sexy, he thought, rubbing himself in the mirror, creeping one hand down to the bulge in his new shorts. "Now now, there will be plenty of time for that, but you still need to finish your punishment," Scuzz said. Mortified that he had forgotten, Bruno hurried back over to Toilet's ass, and began licking madly, desperate to make up for lost time. When the shitty crack was spotless, he worked his way down Toilet's legs all the way to his feet, then back up the front where after a couple sucks on Toilet's soft, tiny cock, he was rewarded with a drizzle of cum.

Licking his lips, Bruno sat up and eyed Scuzz's bulge. "Now can I suck you off sir? Please? I can do a good job sir, I swear!"

"Sorry pig, but this alpha cum is reserved for a few select holes. You already have a master anyway. I wouldn't want to be caught stealing someone else's property. Now go ahead and get out of my store, I'm tired of looking at you," Scuzz said, "Although I'm certain many men will find you quite easy on the eyes in that new get up, so enjoy yourself, you nasty pervert."

Dejected, Bruno drug himself upright and slumped from the store, glancing over his shoulder at Scuzz once or twice, but he could tell that pressing further would be useless. He sat back down on the bench and masturbated again, thinking of Scuzz fucking his ass while Toilet shoved his ass in his face. When he finished, Bruno looked up and felt his face blush. Everyone was staring at him, but of course they would be, dressed like he was, obviously pleasuring himself in public. But these eyes were different than the hateful, disgusted looks from before. Every man, as he passed by, would turn and stare, but with looks of lust and longing. Some might only cast a glance, others stared blatantly, and a few just stopped where they were, openly watching him, rubbing their crotches in the middle of the mall.

An older man dressed in a suit walked up to Bruno, grinning, and asked, "What are you, some kind of slut? You look like a cock hungry whore to me. You want my cock bitch? Do you?"

"Yes sir," Bruno said, "I'm just a perverted fatass slave sir, and I love sucking cock!" He got down on his knees, already zipping down the man's fly, when the older man backed away, looking around nervously.

"Jesus, not here! Let's at least go to the bathroom or something."

"Yes sir!" Bruno said, and led the way there, noticing that several other men were following them. He felt his heart begin to race. Maybe all of these nasty, old men would let him suck their cocks, or even fuck him! He would love to get fucked up the ass more, he missed his master's massive cock from earlier. A voice in his head said that was wrong, that he shouldn't want to get fucked at all, but he pushed it away. Of course he wanted to get fucked! He was a nasty slave pig after all, what else was he even good for?

The older man followed him into the stall, and Bruno got back on his knees, hauled the man's cock out and started sucking, four other men filing into the stall to watch and jack their own cocks watching Bruno work. After sucking all of their cocks until they were rock hard, they shoved him up against the wall, fucking him in turn, cheering each other on, and Bruno had never felt so beautiful, as he forced out another load after load of his own into his leather shirts, feeling the cum dripping down his legs, being sure to moan loud enough for everyone in the bathroom to hear. Feelings of revulsion or disgust at what he was doing would overcome him on occasion, but he forced them back down, and they always came back weaker the next time. Those thoughts would die soon, and never come back. He had to serve his master, that was the only thing he could think about. The only thing that mattered at all.

Finally the five men finished up, left the whore in the stall to recover, and Bruno thought about what had caused all of those men to decide to fuck him. Looking down, he saw the harness gleaming, even in the dim bathroom light, the leather attracting the eye unlike anything he'd ever seen. No wonder Scuzz had said he would be easy on the eyes. Excited, and a bit scared, he left the restroom and headed back out into the mall, surprised to see that the four hour window master Wade had given him had nearly elapsed. Having already met both of his quotas--far exceeded them, actually--he decided he could head home a bit early, and his master wouldn't mind. He just couldn't wait to get back to him--he needed to be by his side. He never wanted to be away from his master ever again.

He exited the mall and walked back to the bus stop, taking in all of the stares lustful men cast at him as he passed. He loved the attention. He loved being a whore. On the bus, he made sure to take one of the poles, and as the bus moved, he danced against it, every man on the bus eventually jacking off as they watched him, a few braver ones fucking his face before they got off. Since he didn't have money for a fare, he sucked off the bus driver as well, and then headed back to the apartment building, every thought focused on seeing his master again. He loved Master Wade so much--an hour not by his side felt like an eternity. He reached his master's door and knocked, and Wade opened the door wide.

There in the hallway was Bruno. Not the Bruno he had seen that morning, but his slave, a man willing to devote the rest of his own life to Wade's happiness. And damn was he dressed to kill! He had no idea where he'd gotten that harness, or those shorts, but the fact that Bruno was wearing them willingly confirmed his suspicions that the old Bruno was almost gone. Seeing his master in the doorway, he automatically dropped to his knees, bending over and kissing his master's feet. "I'm sorry I came back early sir, but I just had to see you, and I masturbated a lot, and had sex with a bunch of men, just like you asked! Are you proud of me sir? Was I a good slave today?"

Wade had nothing to say, so he dragged Bruno inside, threw him to the ground and fucked him then and there. When he finished, Bruno told his master about everything that had happened, listening to the voice in his mind, the rebel, cry out in pain and agony as he disappeared, growing quieter with every description of his public masturbation, of his time with Scuzz and Toilet, and the fun in the restroom and his ride home on the bus. Wade had never been as horny in his whole life, looking at the slave he had fashioned lounge before him, masturbating uncontrollably as he described every man he had pleasured that day. He was so happy with the collar he couldn't stop grinning. When the story was over, he asked, "Tell me slave, is the old Bruno still there?"

The slave shook his head, "No sir, he's gone. He left when I was telling you about how the bus driver made me clean out his pits before he let me suck his cock, and then blew his load all over my face, making me lick it off."

"So, If I told you I had spent the afternoon setting up a video camera, and that I want you to record your story while you masturbate, and talk about how much you love being my slave, and then let me fuck you on camera, how would you feel about that?"

"Oh sir, that sounds so hot!" Bruno said, massaging his spent cock. It had stopped getting hard an hour ago, and the shaft was raw, but he needed to jack off. He was such a perverted slave, he couldn't stop. Besides, jacking off made his master so happy, he couldn't ever stop, not even for a minute.

"And then, if I told you that I would make copies of it, and send it to all your friends and family to watch, what would you think?"

"I would love that, sir! I would love for everyone to see what a filthy whore I am! What a disgusting pervert you've turned me into, and what a good slave I can be for you sir!"

"Well, then get in the bedroom bitch, and let's get filming." Wade said. Bruno happily leapt off the couch where he'd been lounging and made his way into the bedroom, where the camera was already set up. Wade hit record, and Bruno spilled everything he could think off, but all he really cared about was pleasing his master. He was such a good slave. He would be such a good slave for the rest of his life, and no thought made him hornier, or happier.