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Disclaimer - This story contains unbelievably milquetoast characters, bears, bars, cigars, changes, and male on male intimacy. If that does not sound like your cup of tea, then I suggest you go find something more to your liking elsewhere; perhaps something with bergamot. (This story is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Something Completely Different

David had spent the last seven years getting a promotion. He worked hard, and was very good at what he did, but that was about it. He couldn't explain what fueled his sudden revelation at this point in his life, but one night, when eating one of the same roast turkey microwavable meals he always did, he realized that he hadn't done anything in seven years. No vacations, no crazy nights, no personal projects, no close friends, just bed by ten PM, and getting to work fifteen minutes early everyday. His bank account was huge at this point, but there was nothing that he actually wanted, and no one to spend it on.

Well, the next day David was determined to somehow break out of his stale little comfortable world and try something different. It was a Friday, and although he felt the heavy tiredness that he always did after a hard day being the I.T. guy, today he wasn't going to let that drive him back to his perfectly comfortable little suburban dwelling. No, today was a day for discovery, and so he turned into the gravel parking lot of "Keepers," the same vaguely biker-ish bar that he had driven past nearly every day for the last seven years.

It was one of those places that he lived quite close to, but had never actually considered _going_there as it was more a landmark than an actual establishment in his mind. The place seemed to have a pretty stable amount of business though, and tonight was no exception. There were quite a few cars in the parking lot, and a decent assortment of motorbikes as well. David parked carefully, stepping out of his car and taking a deep breath. His pulse was racing, and the only thing he wanted to do was get back in his car and drive home. But instead, he tugged at his collar nervously and walked towards the heavy swinging door with peeling maroon paint that led to the inside of the establishment.

The bar was dimly lit and smelled of cheap beer and stale cigarette smoke. David blinked in the gloom, looking at the couple of booths on the side where people talked, occasionally bursting into fits of noisy laughter that rivaled the volume of the steady twanging stream of vaguely outdated rock that was being pumped through the equally outdated sound system. Immediately, David was confronted with a problem: All he had been worrying about was getting himself in here, but now he had no clue what to do.

Gritting his teeth, the hopelessly milquetoast man walked up to the mostly deserted bar and sat on one of the high stools, staring up towards the old CRT monitors in the corners that were showing various clips from sports games interlaced with advertisements for both whiskey and insurance.

"What can I get you friend?" A gruff voice startled David as he looked back down from the TVs, removed from his internal cost/benefit analysis of switching to LEDs.

"Ah, yes I . . ." David stopped, mouth hanging half open, staring at the true bear of a man standing behind the bar, watching at him with gruff interest.

Well, perhaps 'bear of a man' was an understatement. The bartender really appeared to be more bear than man, and his massive at least seven foot tall frame was covered in a thick brown pelt. The clothes he wore only served to accentuate his bulky appearance with a plain stretched white tee-shirt and a huge black denim vest. His great black nose huffed as the much smaller man stared mutely at him while his gigantic long clawed hand rubbed a rag against the bar slowly.

"I haven't seen you around here before." The massive beast's lips curled up in what was possibly a smile and possibly something out of a nightmare. "What's your poison?" His voice sounded like a chainsaw trying to fight with a monster truck engine.

"P-poison?" David stammered, seemingly shocked even by the sounds coming out of his own mouth at this point. He had no clue what to do in a situation like this; there was no protocol to follow.

"What'dya want to drink?" The bear rolled his massive dark eyes.

"Oh, uhh. . . I will have that?" David pointed towards the screen of the rightmost television, showing an AK-47 assault rifle shooting a low-ball glass filled with amber liquid in glorious slow motion.

"What, whisky? We don't have Thomson's, but will Ol' Pete's do you?" The bear scratched his huge chin with a claw as he considered.

"I have no idea . . ." David replied, mouth moving almost on autopilot as his mind tried to catch up. "Is it good?"

The bear paused for a second, brows furrowing as he looked at the much smaller olive skinned oxford shirt wearing man in front of him. "You don't drink much do you?" He poured a small trickle of cheap whiskey into a shot glass and slid it towards the man. "Here, give it a try." His heavy paw slid the glass across the bar.

"I, umm." David grasped the small glass, hand trembling. "No. I don't drink much." Not knowing what else to do exactly, he lifted the glass to his lips and imbibed its meager contents.

Almost immediately, the man began to cough and sputter as the rotgut grade whiskey burned at his throat. His eyes watered as he heard a strange noise, like a combination of a growl and a tree falling over. His first thought was that the impossibly ursine bartender had gone feral, but he looked up to see the beast doubled over laughing, one padded hand slapping against the bar while the other held his muscular gut. It was odd though, David didn't feel that the raucous laughter was malicious, but rather a deep and genuine display of mirth.

"Son, what brings a guy like you to a place like this?" His rounded ears perked up in curiosity as he asked.

"I uhh," David considered. It was odd to be called 'son' despite being well over thirty at this point. But honesty was the best policy, and so . . . "I'veBeenDoingNothingButWorkForSevenYearsNowAndI'mTerrifiedThatMyLifeIsMeaningless . . ." He blurted out all at once, eyes widening now that he'd actually said how he'd been feeling. It was oddly cathartic.

"That's as good a reason as any I suppose." The grizzly barkeeper tapped his claws against the bar slowly, thinking carefully. "Do you smoke?"

"I haven't before . . ." David said.

"Well, I'm just sayin', if you want to try something different, I've got some cigars in the back that'll really knock your socks off." The bear motioned to the door behind the bar.

"I wouldn't want to . . ." David stopped. He had come this far . . . and so he changed tack a bit. "Don't you have to work the bar?"

"Don't worry about it. It's slow for a Friday night, so come on!" the bear lifted up the edge of the bar and motioned for David to follow him. The man got off of his stool with leaden feeling legs, and walked to the other side of the partition.

"I really don't want to inconvenience you . . ." David protested. It felt wrong being on the other side of the bar. He could see where the clean cups were stacked below the counter and all of the various brightly colored bottles of this and that . . . It was strange that the foreign space put him more unsettled than the fact that he seemed to be following the instructions of a huge anthropomorphic grizzly bear.

"Sure you do." The bear clasped a giant paw around his shoulders, blunt claws dimpling David's flesh through his shirt. "It'll be good for you." His deep voice boomed as he pulled the man along through the door into the cramped dingy kitchen.

"Hey Iggy, Watch the bar for a bit!" The bear shouted towards the steam obscured figure in the back who was washing dishes.

"Oh come on! It's your night to tend bar Clayton. I was just going to leave after the dishes. It's not that busy tonight . . . " The figure turned around and David's head crooked slowly to the side. He resembled nothing so much as a giant ferret of some kind, wearing an apron and a pair of industrial looking rubber gloves.

"Exactly!" The bear roared. "So you won't have any trouble tending the fucking bar then will you!?"

David was almost trying to shrink back into his shirt at this point. He really didn't want to cause any trouble. Also, he hadn't the faintest clue what was going on any more.

"Shit." The raggedy looking stoat complained, looking reluctantly acquiescent as he tossed off his gloves.

"Please, you don't need to do this just for me." David tried to protest.

"Don't worry about it. The little bastard owes me a big one." The bear smirked as the weasel started tugging off his apron, skulking to the front while muttering complaints. "Come on." He tugged the man along with him through a door in the back before David could apologize to the unusual dishwasher.

They passed through a dimly lit hallway into another door that led into a dusty open storage room filled with kegs, crates of bottled beer, empty palates, and shelves with the assorted odds and ends required for running a bar. "I'm Clayton by the way," the bear offered up his massive paw.

"I heard." David murmured out in an almost shell-shocked tone. "I'm David. Nice to meet you." He sounded like he was reading lines out of a textbook as his hand was dwarfed by the bear's massive clawed paw while the handshake shook the small man's entire body.

"Now where did I put 'em?" Clayton muttered to himself as he turned around, moving some little clinking boxes on a shelf out of the way as he rummaged around. "Somewhere around . . . Ah, Here we go!" The bear turned back, blowing a thin layer of dust off the top of an old looking cigar box, unusually flexible nostrils flaring up as he squinted his eyes against the dust.

"So . . . Cigars." David began, feeling the odd compulsion to try and make small talk. "Do they uhh, taste good?" It sounded wrong even as he said it.

The bear almost roared out in laughter at that, bearing his sharp ursine teeth as he bent back and slapped his knee. "That's one way of putting it. It's more like a whole package deal, see? You've really never smoked before? Not even a puff?"

"It's never really come up." Shrugged David. He was beginning to relax a little bit. The rules of conversation seemed firmly intact even if the rest of plausibility was taking a vacation.

"Well, no better time than the present than, am I right?" The bear grinned as he flipped open the box and withdrew two quite stout looking cigars, banded around with a bit of goldish foil at the base.

"No. Err, yes. I mean, yes. The present is really the only time when you think about it I suppose . . ." David stumbled over his words as the massive ursine took a cigar and ran it against his muzzle, inhaling deeply.

Clayton tossed David the other brownish cylinder as he fished around in the pockets of his jeans for a lighter. "Smell that? That's how you know these things are legit." He exhaled deeply, running his long pink tongue over his thin dark lips.

David tried copying his action, holding the cigar up to his nose and inhaling. Apparently legitimacy smelled a lot like a combination of his grandfather's house (god rest his soul) and wet dog. The tightly bundled tobacco was surprisingly heavy and solid in his grip as he rolled it over. Some kind of strange feeling was percolating in the back of David's mind as he examined the stogy, but he couldn't quite pin down what it was. It was kind of like anticipation or apprehension, but neither one really did this rising pins and needles sensation justice.

"Alright." The bear produced a stainless steel Zippo emblazoned with a stylized fish skeleton. "Now I think we're set." Chomping down on his cigar he flicked open the lighter and held it to the tip, puffing a few times before grinning and exhaling a great cloud of smoke.

"Here." Clayton held the flame forwards and David bit down on his cigar and leaned in. The taste reminded him of asphalt.

That sensation, that strange emotion, suddenly David realized what it was as the bear held the lighter under his stogie. Excitement. It had been a long time, and it felt . . . oddly gratifying.

"Uhh, you're supposed to breathe in a bit," The bear sighed.

David did so as the end of his cigar blackened and he immediately burst out in a coughing fit as the hot stinging air rushed down into his lungs. He barely held onto the cigar as he hacked and coughed, some errant drops of spittle landing on the cold cement floor.

"Don't worry about it: Happens to everyone their first time." The great bear shrugged, taking another deep draw, making the tip glow like an ember in the dim light before he exhaled. "Just take it slow. Really try to enjoy it." He leaned in next to David, which would usually make the man uncomfortable, but there was something about the bear's furry bulk that was hard to find truly threatening.

"Right." David wheezed out, as he raised the brown cylinder up to his lips and took the smallest of puffs. When taken in moderation,as opposed to sucking in an inferno of blazing stinging miasma, he had to admit that there was something pleasant about breathing in the warm air. And, after exhaling, the taste/smell was not as bad as he expected: Certainly better than his run in with the whiskey had been. It had a very sharp and woody flavor initially, but it slowly faded into a strange and vaguely enticing almost animal scent that hung in the air as a bluish musk.

"There you go. That ain't so bad is it? So d'you like it?" The bear huffed gray vapor from his nose slowly.

"I can see the appeal. It really is quite pleasant isn't it?" David rolled the cigar between his fingertips as he considered.

"Well, you've got a long ways to go then if it's just pleasant!" Clayton chuckled.

"How do you mean?" David queried, taking another tentative huff.

"Well, these things are fucking great! I mean, I spend months looking ahead to when I can smoke one of these bad boys. They're a bitch to find though."

David looked crestfallen. "I'm not sure I understand. It's nice but . . ."

"No no. Don't worry about it. You just aren't seeing it the right way. You need a little change in point of view." The bear clapped him on the back. "You want to really give these things a honest try don't you?"

"Well, yes I suppose I do. But how am I supposed to change my . . ."

David was interrupted as the large bear craned his neck down, pulled David close to himself with one massive grizzly arm, and kissed him. Hard.

The man's eyes shot wide open as the beast's lips writhed against his face and the massive tongue pressed inside his shocked maw. The bear growled a deep throaty rumble, but David hardly knew what to think. Was this acceptable? That creeping feeling in the back of his mind returned, the hot pins and needles of excitement prickling over his skin. It was different, and so, he decided he liked it, even as the bear's hot tobacco scented breath blew against his face.

Slowly, Clayton pulled back, long tongue sliding out from David's mouth with a sloppy noise. He took a heavy drag on his cigar and exhaled a steady stream of smoke playfully towards the man's face.

Initially, David coughed in anticipation, but as he inhaled slightly, he realized that the scent of the tobacco wasn't quite what he remembered. The musky animal side of the flavor had intensified, and he couldn't help but almost instinctively raise his own cigar up, taking another puff, much deeper than his last two had been. It really did feel quite nice, the warmth and musky flavor accompanied by a hot tingling it left in his mouth

"I . . . I think I see what you're saying." David breathed out a wisp of gray vapor. His tongue felt funny as he licked his lips, tingling as if it were asleep. Clayton smiled down at the little man, watching his longer, pinker tongue lick at his darkening chops awkwardly. "And you were correct. The cigar is much more palatable now."

"Glad you liked it." The bear chomped down on his cigar and smiled, flexible lips pulling back alarmingly. "But that's just the tip of the iceberg man. It'd be a shame to stop here, wouldn't it?"

"I'm not really sure . . . Would it be?" The man tried to think. He didn't really have any problems with what was going on, but at the same time, he was so completely out of his element . . . This was strange though, why did he feel so comfortable? When walking in this bar, all he had wanted to do was flee, but now, there was some strange sensation that was causing him to stay. It was familiar, something akin to the excitement that he had felt earlier, but not quite the same.

"Absolutely. I don't want you to miss out on the real experience here. It'll be worth your time. I promise." Clayton guided the man across the dusty floor towards a wooden crate that clinked when he wrapped his strong arms around David and set him easily on top of it.

"Alright." David said with a dreamy tone in his voice. "What do you want me to do then?" He scratched idly at the side of his shirt.

"It's not about me man. It's about_you_. Don'tcha want to get out of those itchy clothes? They don't really look comfortable if you know what I mean . . ." He stepped around behind the man, wide hand-paws resting heavily on his shoulders.

David had never really considered it, but his shirt was kind of itchy. With a shrug he began unbuttoning the front as the bear kneaded in at his neck and shoulders with firm rubbing pressure. It was almost painful at first, but soon started to feel amazing as he leaned back into it, muscles tensing under his skin. He had certainly never done anything like this before, but at the moment, it felt good, it was something new, and that was all he really cared about.

"There we go." The bear set David's cigar on the crate next to him before peeling up at his light blue shirt and white undershirt all at the same time. The man was lost in a world of taut fabric for a second before he found himself back in the dimness of the cool back room, completely topless. "Hmm, yeah." Clayton ran a clawed finger down David's spine, making him shiver. "This is much better right?"

"I suppose it is . . . uhh . . ." David looked down at his chest and saw much more hair than he was used to. A thick layer of brown fur was spreading down from his neck, tickling his skin as it burst into existence. "I seem to be violating the law of conservation of mass . . ." The words trickled slowly out of his stunned mouth as the bear's mighty arms wrapped around his sides from behind him, stroking his chest and tweaking his nipples roughly between padded fingertips, even as the fur began to rush down his body in a plush furry wave.

"Eh?" Clayton grunted, claws stroking through the changing man's pelt. "What's the law ever done for you?" He reached down grabbed David's neglected cigar, pressing it into his thinning lips as he reactivally took in long draw.

"Well." David cleared his throat and flexed his shoulders as they pushed out slightly broader. "As the basis for most modern physics, the law of conservation of mass . . ." He paused to groan out as those massive talented paws rubbed up against the sides of his head. His jaw creaked out and his nose began to flatten, becoming wet, black, and leathery as it huffed in, smelling not only the scent of the cloying cigar smoke, but also the deep musty scent of the ursine figure behind him, rubbing over his body with strong clawed digits.

"Whatever floats your boat I guess." Clayton rubbed over David's ears, grinding them roughly as they became rounded, covered in fuzzy brownness as they pulled up towards the top of the man's head. "I don't take much stock in it though." One of his great fingertips pressed past David's lips, black claw clicking against the man's changing teeth as his canines pressed out into proper ursine fangs while his lengthening flexible pink tongue wrapped around at his digit with unexpected dexterity. The man's face stretched into a heavy bearish shape as his wide black nostrils huffed. His torso was bulking up, becoming completely covered in a thick brown coat as his belly began to tighten and bulge out a little with ursine muscle. He sucked at the bear's padded finger, licking over the smooth black claw, long tongue following as it pulled back out of his muzzle.

Requiring a moment to think, David raised his cigar to his lips, taking a deep drag with no effort at all. The smoke felt smooth and warm in his lungs before he breathed back out. "Well, I suppose it was more of a theory than a _law_really. I mean, Einstein found some holes in it . . ." He felt like he should really be talking about how impossible it was that he seemed to be changing into some kind of grizzly bear, but couldn't quite find the right way to broach the subject. It was bizarre though, he felt much weirder being in the back room of a bar then he did about the seemingly impossible transformation. His chest heaved as strange unknown feelings built up inside of him.

"Now we're lookin' good." The bear hugged his arms around David from behind, denim vest pressed against his furry back while he snuffled up the side of the man's wide ursine head and slowly licked against his ear with a wet sloppy stroke. His hands played over David's arms, stroking them back and forth, mussing up the thick brown hair growing in on them as his limbs swelled with ursine strength.

David's biceps bulged as he grit his teeth around the cigar in his mouth. The Bear's hands entwined with his own as his fingers began to swell, dark tough leathery pads pressing out as his nails thickened and stretched into curved black claws that clicked against Clayton's own. His changing paw-hands clenched as he moaned out, the changes sending waves of pleasure through his body as his whole form grew thicker and taller. He really was enjoying himself, and wanted more of the alluring sensation. No, that wasn't quite right. This wasn't just an idle want, he realized that the building emotion inside of him was something more akin to desire, or even passion. He huffed out a plume of blueish smoke as he enjoyed the sensation that he hadn't felt in at least seven years.

"Looks like things are getting a little tight down there." Clayton's paws combed through the brownish fur on his chest and belly, claws scraping against his now thick animal skin before plucking at the taut waistband of his slacks.

"Hrmm? Oh, my. Yes." David could feel his growing hips strain at his pants. "You wouldn't be offended if I . . .?" He looked down with dark eyes as he moved his hands towards his fly.

"Not a bit. You were a little overdressed anyways." The bear guffawed as David unbutton his fly with a pop, tugging at the zipper before letting his khaki pants slide to the floor.

The bear leaned in, running a claw along the elastic waist of David's increasingly tight briefs. "And these don't look comfortable at all." He said as he cupped his massive hand over the man's obscured package, squeezing gently.

David was breathing heavily, black nose flaring as he blushed in a bearish way. He'd never really thought about underwear as a comfort thing before. It was simply what people were supposed to wear under their clothes. "It_is_ getting kind of tight . . ." He panted out as the paw condensed around his junk. It made him twist his spine as his long pink tongue ran over his black lips.

"Well, I can solve that, friend." Clayton hooked his finger under the thin white fabric, looking up into David's wide dark bear eyes. "You wouldn't mind if I helped you out would you?"

"Oh, no. Please go ahead." The response was almost instinctive. David was so used to just letting people do what they wanted to around him. But there was the odd distinctive ring of anticipation in his words as the bear grinned, tugging off his briefs as his hips swelled out while the coat of thick brown fur began to descend.

"Hmm, now that's a sight." The bear grumbled a deep throaty note of approval as he looked down at David's exposed crotch, already throbbing, half erect. "If you really haven't done anything in seven years then this will be a real treat. Are you looking forwards to this?" He licked his chops suggestively.

"I suppose so . . . I mean, I guess I'm not opposed to it." David stammered. He really had no clue what kind of reaction he was supposed to have in this situation.

"No no. You're not at work anymore. The only reason to do this is if you really want_it." Clayton leaned down and lapped his wet pink tongue against David's stiffening member. "So do you _really want it?"

That hot intense lick sent shivers through David's body, making a deep desirous longing well up inside of him as he chomped down on his cigar and gripped the sides of the crate with his burly clawed hands. "Yes." He replied simply. "I really do."

"Good enough." And with those words, Clayton stooped his head down, paws spreading David's thighs, holding his cigar between two fingers, fearsome jaws opening wide as he plunged in, engulfing the man's cock in his hot cavernous mouth.

David growled out a moan of animal lust as Clayton began to suck and wrap his tongue around his throbbing erection. The bear's head began to bob up and down, fangs sliding against the side of the man's fleshy erection as his tongue slipped out, stroking past the base of his turgid member and jostling David's testes as they began to tighten and bulge out, brown fuzz growing over the taut animal orbs as a roll of velveteen flesh pressed in around the base of his maleness. The crotch of the bear's pants bulged as he continued on, feeling the flesh begin to pulse and swell in his muzzle, skin thinning down as the taste became electric while he suckled harder.

Grabbing the sides of the bear's head, David's senses were set alight as the beast buried it's nose against the now thick fur of his crotch. His dick felt strange, and every throb grew more and more sensitive as he swabbed the back of Clayton's hot fleshy ursine throat. His balls tightened and he let out a garbled growl of bliss before, as quickly as it had begun, the bear pulled back, licking a strand of pre from his black lips with a smile.

David stared down in shock at his crotch which suddenly felt cold and neglected in the still air. His cock was now a massive organ, glistening marbled dark pink length protruding from a heavy furry sheath. The base was thick, but it tapered slightly, terminating in a flat somewhat flared tip that made him shiver as he touched it inquisitively with a blunt dark claw.

"This doesn't . . ." David panted. "This doesn't seem possible"

"It's pretty standard equipment for a bear." Clayton unzipped his jeans and let them slide to the floor, revealing his own equally throbbing ursine erection, leaking a clear trail of pre down the side that David could smell in a new and uniquely intense fashion. "See?"

"I don't mean . . ." David trailed off, trying to itemize all the impossible things that were happening.

"Well, it's goin' on whether it's possible or not. So you might as well enjoy it right?" Clayton cupped his own balls in one hand in a way that made David begin to drool.

"I suppose that's a good approach, all things considered." David stammered, idly rubbing around the edges of his thick furry sheath. It was soft and amazingly sensitive. It was almost harder to remember what it had been like without one . . . Surely just feeling himself a little was not going to bend the laws of reality any more than they currently were . . .

"Damn straight!" Clayton grinned, running his paws down David's thighs as they bulked up, growing thick and strong as the prickling brown fur ran down past his knees. His broad dark padded paws gripped and kneaded the man's feet as they cracked and bulged, toes wriggling as they swelled out into heavy pads and thick curved ursine claws. David lifted his still smoldering cigar to his lips, breathing in a deep full breath of the heavy smoke without a second thought. He exhaled with a pleasured sigh as his feet finished changing into their proper heavy ursine shape.

"There we go. I think I know what a big ol' bear like you needs right about now." Clayton grabbed the changed man's paw hand and pulled him up. "That's right. Let's just get you on your feet here." David was amazed to find that he was just about as tall as the now regular seeming bear was.

David blushed as his throbbing bearhood bobbed, jostling with his powerful body's movement as he shifted his weight on his his sturdy legs. "W-what exactly do I need?" David asked with genuine inquiry.

"Oh, don't play coy with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Just lean over and put your hands on the box there."

David didn't see any reason not to comply. "Like this?" He bent forward, raising his wide ursine ass up inadvertently.

"Oh, yeah kid. Just like that." The hulking bear bent down behind his bashful companion, licking his chops before taking a deep draw on his cigar, pursing his lips, and blowing out a hot stream of smoke against David's exposed anus.

The changed I.T. guy moaned as his entire ass clenched at the strange hot and then cold sensation as the heavy bear behind him did it again, this time following the smoke, leaning in and lapping up from his balls to his asshole in one sloppy stroke. David moaned, dark claws raking furrows into the wooden crate as the tongue circled his anus, pressing in at his now dark skinned flesh. Clayton moved his hands up, thumbs rubbing the edges of the man's straining orifice, stretching the musky skin as he surged forwards with his thick pink tongue.

David bellowed out in animal ecstasy, cock jerking out a dribble of hot ursine pre as Clayton's tongue writhed around inside of him while his ass clamped wildly down around it. The roughly kneading clawed fingers teased above his tortured orifice, rubbing at a knot of flesh that pressed out with every one of his massive contractions, growing into a cute stub of a brown furred ursine tail that wriggled and flagged as Clayton slowly pulled back with a sloppy squelch.

The bear behind David squeezed his hefty straining testes playfully. "So are we finished? Or is there somethin' else you want hmm?"

For once in his life, David knew exactly what he wanted. He spoke around the cigar clenched in his teeth. "M-more. Please, just more."

"More than just a tongue huh? You're a tough customer. I think I can help you out though." The bear stood up, rubbing his denim clad belly against David's back, grinding his throbbing tapered cock against his hips.

That wasn't precisely what David meant. But at this point he was more than happy with what came next. Clayton hugged their heavy bodies close together, reaching between them with one paw, and slowly guiding the chiseled tip of his turgid member so that he pressed against David's sopping wet ursine anus.

"Oh!" David rumbled out, growling as the bear pressed forward, slippery cock spreading his ass wide in one hot shove. "Y-yesss," he panted in a hiss of smoke as their bodies collided, rocking the crate and making the bottles inside clink together as his ass clenched and writhed around the hot rod of flesh that shoved further and further into him with every rocking thrust, spreading him wider.

"God, You're tight." Clayton rumbled, one arm wrapped around the new bear, claws digging into the thick fur on his lover's muscled pectorals as he built up a slick fast rhythm, David's twisting hot confines making his cock jolt out pre in pleasure as they squeezed around him.

"Is, ugh. Is that good?" David huffed back through gritted teeth, cock bobbing below him, leaking out a stream of clear musky bear pre as his sudden lover slid against something incredibly sensitive inside of him.

"Fuck yeah." The bear growled, slamming in up to the hilt, slapping their heavy ursine testes together as his thrusts became short and fervored.

As their passionate throes redoubled, Clayton reached around side of the burly new bear's ass, clawed fingertips squeezing his balls gently before sliding up his neglected shaft with an electric jolt of pleasure that made David's torrid insides grip incredibly hard around the thick pulsing ursine cock.

"Yes. Uhhhngh. Yes!" David howled out with every thrust as the enveloping paw, slick with his own pre pumped at his pulsing reddish member. Holding out for longer didn't even occur to the freshly changed bear as his heavy testes churned and seethed, making his ass begin to spasm, fluctuating between jerking tugs and long drawn out squeezes that made Clayton's arm wrap tighter around him.

David howled out, cock jerking as Clayton's hand squeezed around the base of his bearhood even as Clayton's own member arced up inside of David's hot writhing ass, jerking and pulsing, letting loose scalding wave after wave of musky bear spunk into his quivering insides. David's own thick ursine member jolted out splattering lines of thick cum against the crate and floor under him as he bellowed out in animal bliss.

Their heavyset feral endurance carried them to new heights as their massive bodies slammed together, cigars clamped between gritted teeth as they fucked each other with every last ounce of their colossal ursine strength. They both moaned and bellowed, clenching and rocking until Clayton lay panting against David's back, both of them completely and utterly spent.

Eventually, Clayton pulled back with a sigh, cock sliding out from David's still weakly clenching ass. "That was the best I've had in years man." He huffed, shaking his head and taking a deep drag on his somewhat bent cigar. He padded over to an industrial looking shelf and picked off a couple clean folded bar towels, tossing half of them towards David.

Blinking slowly and licking his animal lips David picked up the towels and began to clean himself off. It just seemed like the right thing to do at this point. "So . . . is this a common occurrence in your everyday life?"

"Not nearly common enough." The bear snorted, wiping his cock off and tossing the towel to the floor.

"Am I going to change back eventually then?" David asked, trying to somehow explain what had just happened to him.

"I dunno. Do you want to?" Clayton shrugged dismissively.

Daniel considered. What had just happen in the last hour seemed much more interesting than the last seven years of his life. To think that he might work another seven years before something like this happened again made him feel and odd hollow sensation that felt suspiciously like the doldrums of his everyday life. "No. I do not." He said as he leaned heavily against the crate, still quite thoroughly exhausted, his spent cock slowly retreating back into his fuzzy ursine sheath. "I don't think that my supervisor would approve though." He mused: H.R. would be furious about having to find some kind of plus sized keyboard.

"Well, I suppose you could work here if you find a way to make yourself useful." Clayton smirked.

"Have you considered replacing your CRT monitors with LCD?" David scratched his chin with a claw. Usually he'd wait for other people to bring him problems, but he felt oddly empowered currently.

"My whats with whats?"

"Cathode ray tube monitors are notoriously inefficient. By my estimation, assuming that you leave them on during business hours, switching to a liquid crystal display would pay for itself in roughly five years in addition to producing a clearer picture."

Clayton's cigar hung limply in his mouth. "Uhh, yeah? Sure. Go for it kid." He scratched his head and raised an eyebrow. "Look. That was great and all, but I gotta get back out there before the weasel screws something up." He grabbed his pants from the floor and tugged them on. "There's a bathroom in the back over there if you want to tidy up, and uhh, I guess you can run the figures for the . . . stuff by me later." He slipped out and soon their followed the sounds of some playful, yet heated argument from the other side, muffled by the heavy door.

David was left doing something he had never done before. He sat with a bearish smile on his face, thinking about running an optimized bar, operating with a maximum return on energy investment.

The more pressing problems (like the fact that he was naked in the back of a bar and there was no way his clothes were going to fit anymore for instance) were the last things on his mind.