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Lumberjack yawned, stretching on his new bed, waking up as he usually did to a mess of sticky chest fur and an erection merrily bobbing along with his slow, early morning breathing. His eyes scanned over his room: his new computer had arrived yesterday, and after a busy day of taking on various set construction, directing and performing duties - the latter mostly involving him being fucked in the ass by Leo and Sabre's barbed cocks - he only had enough energy to put it together before he conked out.

They were filming his first script: "Oh My!" had started out as a joke, but, as he had pointed out, "We've got a lion, tiger and a bear on staff now, why not go for the easy bait?" Pornography scripts were not the finest literature around, but it was the first project he'd handled by himself since his transformation, and he was excited to prove he could do well.

Checking the time, Lumberjack sighed exasperatedly. "Aren't bears supposed to sleep for months?" the thought in aggravation. Insomnia was one of the few things Lumberjack had had in common with Jake. Everything else was different: name, face, body, profession, housing, belongings.

Agents working on his behalf went in and gutted his old flat, selling everything that was his off and leaving behind a message that suggested he'd suffered a breakdown and fled. Jake had been stressed way back when the whole thing had started, so it seemed like a good excuse to use. The money had been cleaned out of his accounts, mostly by Actaeon who ran everyone's financials. That had been the last time he'd even used the name Jake: the other guys always called him Lumberjack, or Jack for short, and after a while he'd started thinking of himself by that name too.

Yawning again, Lumberjack checked the room feeds to see if anyone else was up and about. It'd be a couple of hours before breakfast, and having a random hook-up would hit that itch. Unfortunately, most of the rooms were dark, and the infra-red had the others resting peacefully in their beds. "Lucky fuckers," he grumbled.

Feeling bored, he checked out what was happening with Taurus. Kong would probably get on his case about it again, but Lumberjack couldn't help himself. It was probably because Taurus had been turned more or less when his own transformation had been complete. It had started because he'd wanted to see what had changed each day, but now it was just out of habit. The bull was asleep, uneaten hay bales, spilled semen and bull shit the only things that were left in his room after a couple of weeks of decontaminating everything and moving it out.

To his untrained eye, he looked exactly like a bull. Others more knowledgeable about the transformation had told him that wasn't strictly accurate: he'd always have a more or less human-sized brain, and there'd always be traces of his humanity in there on a genetic level, but those were really minor details. He had been in this state for a couple of weeks; before that, every day was something new to discover: the slow process of turning a bipedal man into a quadrupedal animal, and muscles and bones growing were the big ones.

Kong had silently removed Lumberjack from Taurus' "rotation", meaning he'd spent more time with Nut. He was basically a big, dumb mutt that a couple of them would have to keep entertained each day, the same as for Taurus: playing with them, feeding them, cleaning up their messes, and checking to see they were healthy. Of course, that also entailed helping them to get off: that part was a little skeezy, but it was necessary to monitor their mutations, and seminal fluid was much easier to try to get out of a very animal-like, but still deep down human, male.

Frustrated, he switched to the pre-recorded stuff. There was months of data stored there: not just the proper porn shoots, but footage from the rooms going back as far as their servers could manage, and even a picture viewer. But he was in the mood for one particular video, one requested by one of their wealthier American clients. It had meant specially importing in some a whole bunch of high school stuff: letterman jackets and lockers being the main one, and working for hours, but it had earned them a great deal.

He and Champion - the name Chet had picked for himself when he'd finished transforming into his current shape - had teamed up with Jumbo, Kong, Leo and Sabre to act out the high school sexual fantasy of an American Football team being incredibly gay together in the locker room before a game.

Grinning, he watched himself participating in the orgy, reliving the sensations he'd felt during that period of augmented arousal. Kong had permitted them to take something that triggered the wild sexual need they'd felt that day with Taurus, on request: the patron had wanted to see guys slowly becoming more and more beast-like as they went.

That had led to them basically filming it all in one shot: Joey and Scruffy took turns filming, while Orca monitored everyone to make sure they were not too far gone, supplying them all with stabiliser-enhanced food. None of them remembered anything from that period other than feeling incredibly horny; they all watched the unedited footage afterwards to explain the soreness. They all lived in the studio for a week. It had been wild.

Lumberjack watched the group fucking each other. Food and toilet breaks had been cut out, but that had been all the editing that had been requested. He pumped hard on his cock, his bear body groaning in arousal. Grunting, clear fluid dribbled out of the small dimple on the head of his penis.

He only briefly heard the door click and slide open; Lumberjack only noticed someone else had entered into the room when the silhouette cut across the edge of the screen. "Needed to get up to pee, and I saw you were up," the figure explained.

"Hey, Maui," Lumberjack greeted. "Feeling up to join me?"

He could see the orca's facial muscles stretch into a wider grin, as Maui answered, "That's what I came here for." Lumberjack scooted over, the massive orca sliding onto the queen-size bed he'd upgraded to after making the video he'd been watching. The bed creaked under the weight of Maui's massive body. Lumberjack felt Maui's hot cock brush against his dark, sticky fur. "See you're watching this one again," Maui observed, moving his hand in to replace Lumberjack's on the bear's straining erection.

Lumberjack opened his muzzle, sliding his tongue into Maui's beak, sliding his right arm behind the orca's neck. Maui reciprocated, the two drawing closer together as the whale pressed their cocks against one another, stroking them both at the same time.

The bear felt a giddy thrill running through him: most of the time sex, while still being very enjoyable and hot, was still business. There usually wasn't time for intimate moments, but Lumberjack had had them a few times with a few of the guys: nothing too serious, but it still felt nice to feel something extra occasionally.

Maui had just gotten out of the pool; his wet body glistened under the light from the television that flickered in the background. Pulling out of the kiss, Lumberjack pushed the tip of his muzzle in between the orca's massive pectorals; the scent of salt and seaweed - Maui's usual smell when he'd just come out of his pool - greeted him as he started to lick.

Lumberjack's tongue wandered down Maui's body, caressing the familiar bulges of muscle. His stomach rumbled slightly: he'd really grown fond of fish, which meant fucking Maui often left him feeling hungry afterwards. Deciding his mouth could do with some distraction, his muzzle and its wandering tongue moved down, pulling his cock out of Maui's grip.

"If you're going to do that," suggested Maui, "why don't you flip over?"

Lumberjack agreed, pausing mid-lick to push himself slightly off of the bed, sliding his body over Maui's until his clawed feet slipped smoothly over the orca's head. Sliding around a bit, he got himself into a good position: Maui's cock was pushing against his cheek, while his own poked Maui in his lower jaw. They wriggled about on the bed, until they were both lying comfortably; then the tips of both penises were slid almost simultaneously into the other's mouth.

Wet splat sounds dulled some of the sex noises coming from the television's speakers: lips smacked as heads bobbed up and down, cheek pulling in as Maui and Lumberjack sucked each other off. From some of the others, Lumberjack had learned that getting off to oral alone didn't usually happen: but then, that was before they'd been turned into living machines designed to have sex at the merest thought.

Although he enjoyed the parity of mutual sucking on cocks, Lumberjack always found it awkward when it was just two of them: differences in height, cock size and shape always made what should have been some nice, symmetric sexing into a kind of awkward dance. Some guys were so big you had trouble fitting enough into your mouth to get going. He always liked it more when it was a group thing: five or six of them in a circle, working on each others shafts until they'd all shot their loads.

Not that he was going to turn down a nice blow-job, or a thick cock to suck on when he was in the mood for it, and Lumberjack was almost always in the mood for it. He found sucking off Maui was kind of like having a thick tongue in his mouth anyway: one that leaked salty pre-cum into his mouth, sure, but he didn't mind that one bit.

With all the practice he'd had blowing some of the other guys, and the changes to his physiology that had nothing to do with being half-bear, Lumberjack never had to worry about a gag reflex. He'd have to work up to it, though, just like he was doing with Maui, pushing himself farther and farther along the huge, pink tentacle jutting out of the orca's pale chest. From past experience, he knew he could get it all in. "Eventually," he thought.

Maui was sticking a couple of his fingers up Lumberjack's ass. The orca seemed to do that a lot: probably as he was one of the few guys who didn't have to worry about getting claws clipped before they could do that. Maui didn't even have fingernails to worry about, meaning he had a smooth, safe passage into anyone's hole, at least with enough lube. The two of them had fucked enough for Maui to have learned Lumberjack always loved having something shoved into his asshole: he blamed that time when this whole thing had started and he'd tried exploring himself in the shower.

Lumberjack felt the muscles in his leg become all twitchy: he, and eventually the others, had learned that that meant that he was getting close. He didn't want to rush it, though: it was almost as though he'd gotten a contact high from watching himself fucking the other guys in their wild, beast-like orgy. He wanted - needed - a good draining to help get him through the day.

"Hey," Lumberjack asked, about an inch of Maui's cock in his mouth, "would you mind if we did something a bit more adventurous?"

After a wet smack, and the warmth of Maui's mouth sliding off of his dick, Maui wondered, "What do you mean?"

"It's kind of weird," Lumberjack warned.

Maui grinned, "Weirder that an orca and bear sucking each other off?"

"Heh," Lumberjack grinned, "not really like that." He'd described sexual fantasies before: he'd had plenty of practice with it now, but this was one he felt was too "out there", even for them. "You've got to promise not to tell anyone else, though. Especially Kong."

"Oh, that," Maui said, guessing what was on Lumberjack's mind. His voice had the "I-don't-know" tone that Lumberjack had grown familiar with: Maui was easy-going, but his injury had given him a dose of cautiousness that he'd grown accustomed to using on a lot of occasions.

"I'm not asking for it to be real," Lumberjack elaborated. "No need to break out the stimulants. Just pretend you're hypnotising me, or something. Boss me around, make me act like I'm just a dumb animal. Put a collar on me, if you like."

Maui frowned, "I think you need to talk to someone about this stuff. Nobody wants any more Tauruses or Nuts. Maybe it's a thing that Nut had that's gotten into the stuff and made everyone of his 'line' go a bit weird."

Lumberjack felt slightly annoyed: sure, Nut had infected Taurus, who in turn had infected him and Champion, but if it was that easy to spread, then they all should have been jizzing into lubricant bottles by now. "I'm not stupid," he answered testily, "I wouldn't risk myself or my place here to do something like that. I don't know, I guess it's mostly about control. I just want to pretend - just for a little while - that I'm not Lumberjack or Jack..." After a moment, he corrected his slip of the tongue, "Jake, I mean. Just feel like the bear is taking over completely. Just for a little while, to pretend.

"Promise me you'll talk to Kong or Jumbo about it," Maui requested.

"Deal," Lumberjack agreed.

Shaking his head, Maui reached up: Lumberjack kept a bunch of collars up there for convenience. He got into position, putting one arm over Maui's leg, getting on to his hands and knees; as close as he could comfortably get to being a four-legged animal.

Playing along, Maui said, "Alright, now when I put this collar over you, your bear side is going to take over. It's going to be dumb and horny and will do whatever I say." Before Lumberjack could reply, Maui's arms swiftly moved, pulling the collar around Lumberjack's thick, hairy neck.

Immediately, Lumberjack fell into his role. It had been something he'd been fantasising about for a while now, and with the hints he'd had while under the influence of the stimulant, he knew how he would feel. He started snuffling Maui's chest, snorting occasionally; particularly under the armpit, causing the orca to chuckle slightly.

Then the bear's head went down again. Lumberjack was acting on what he imagined were his basest instincts, which involved Maui's cock and his mouth. Playfully growling, he gingerly picked it up with his teeth, and started sucking again. Some of this was to get into the bear role, but some of it was more practical: Lumberjack found this really got him off, and if he was going to get to play these kinds of games again, he needed someone to know he'd go to any length to please them while in this faked state.

Gripping the mattress tightly, claws going right through the sheets, Lumberjack more or less swallowed the orca's cock. Just as Lumberjack liked something in his ass, Maui liked getting deep-throated; in fact, it had started the same way: when Lumberjack had first started his transformation, Joey had taken his then-human erection entirely into his muzzle and drained Maui dry. Nowadays, it was a lot harder to do, but Lumberjack was a motivated, dick-sucking veteran.

"Oh, fuck, dude," moaned Maui, his hands digging into the mattress as well.

Lumberjack returned his look with a deliberately dull, glassy-eyed stare. He just let his long, slobbering ursine tongue rub along the undercarriage of Maui's cock, the tip sliding along a particularly sensitive area of Maui's crotch. His own erection strained needily, pre-cum wetting his already stained sheets.

Maui inadvertently tugged on the collar's lead, choking Lumberjack slightly. However, he'd been used to worse, and had his whole strength to bear against the admittedly strong, but somewhat distracted and unfocused, movements of the orca. Besides, it let him fall deeper into his role.

It was always rather hot just inside the slit that held Maui's erection. It wasn't something you could stick a hand into or anything, particularly when Maui was at full mast, but the heat was something nice for a tongue to be aimed to, if you wanted to sexually please the orca. Lumberjack let himself do just that, after a little bit of teasing.

"Oh yeah, dude," Maui groaned. "Fucking drain me dry, you stupid fucking bear."

"Heh," Lumberjack allowed himself to think briefly, "I think I've got you hooked." Then it was back into dumb-animal-mode, sucking on the penis in his mouth like a big, fleshy teat.

He modelled himself over how Taurus had acted during the days when his transformation had taken him over. The stance had been the thing to change mostly, the guy would wander around, stroking himself off as often as possible, until he simply couldn't do it, and resorted to slapping it against his broad, hairy belly. Not when his hands had turned into the lower forelegs of a bull, hooves pushing out of his fusing fingers; that just had him rubbing them between his two wrists. No, it had been when he could barely stand up any more, his musculature and skeleton had changed so much lifting his forelegs up was too difficult.

Lumberjack knew he probably wouldn't have had that problem: he looked so much like a bear now anyway, it was hard for him to imagine what else would change if he were to go off the rails. His arms, maybe? Or his overall size? His rear would probably get bigger.

His wandering mind was brought back to what he was doing when Maui suddenly gripped his head, pushing his muzzle down hard. Maui was yelling something loudly, over and over again. Lumberjack couldn't quite understand what it was though; he was more distracted by the burning, lumpy sensation of thick semen pouring down his throat.

With his throat on fire, and his stomach starting to fill up with Maui's hot ejaculate, Lumberjack felt the grip on his face lessen. Maui sighed, leaning back, relaxing as his cock pumped out its juices into the bear's throat.

"Shit, dude," Maui mumbled, almost drunk off of the signals Lumberjack guessed his brain was sending out.

Lumberjack continued to suck, forcing the shuddering shaft to release all of its contents. When Maui tried to pull out, he growled. "Haha," Maui laughed, "That's right." Lumberjack kept going, sucking until Maui started whimpering and eventually had to smack the bear right on his face. "I can't stand any more," Maui groaned, pushing Lumberjack off, letting his cock snake out of the bear's throat and muzzle, splattering against his chest covered in saliva.

The fire of playfulness had entered Maui's eyes, and Lumberjack felt a small thrill rush through him. Whenever that happened, something fun always came out of it. "Okay then, bear," Maui said, gripping the lead tightly, "How about we seal you forever in that slut body of yours?" The orca tugged the collar up; Lumberjack stumbled forward. Maui had anticipated that, and reached down, grabbing the bear by the balls.

Lumberjack was about to respond with an annoyed, "Hey!" Then he caught himself, letting the mindless expression fall back on his face. The gripping hand released his balls; instead, it wandered up his still-aching erection and gripped onto it tightly. Caught between the taut collar and the throbbing, fast jerking on his cock, Lumberjack whimpered.

"You don't think it's easy," Maui said, "being a big, dumb bear? You're giving up the rest of your humanity, and that's gonna be painful."

Painful or not, Lumberjack was enjoying himself immensely. A stupid grin spread across his face, the feeling resonating through his body as his cock was throttled and milked.

"I'm gonna make you empty out your balls," Maui promised, "and after that, you're going to be nothing but an animal. Everything about you is going to be gone."

Lumberjack felt himself rapidly rushing towards orgasm. He'd been close for a while - the deep-throating being the only time something hadn't been touching his dick - and he really wanted to jizz. But that was it; he didn't really want to be a dumb animal, but the idea of having that choice taken away from him, and by his own body no less. He stared into Maui's eyes, and imagined what it'd feel like to have his intelligence just drain away.

He let out a bestial roar, trying to ride on the edge of orgasm for as long as he could. He panted heavily, the collar constricting about his neck just enough to make it a little bit of a struggle to breathe without actually stopping it. "I'm owned," Lumberjack repeated to himself, along with, "I'm going to be just a bear."

His changed throat was able to make suitably bearish noises when he wanted to: and now he really wanted to. Lumberjack felt his body teetering over the edge, and then for the briefest of instants, it was like the whole thing had been real. He really was just a normal bear. Lumberjack thrust into Maui's tight fist.

Cum blasted out of him: they always produced big loads, but whenever one of them had been handled in just the right way, or had had to go without for a half a day, their output would be astounding. This was one of those times for Lumberjack: he counted five or six heartbeats when his shaft had done nothing but fire out jizz like a water cannon. He felt his eyes roll up into his head; he would have fainted into his own growing puddle of semen if Maui hadn't caught him.

"Whoa, dude," he cautioned.

A happy, tired grin spread across Lumberjack's face. "Thanks, Maui," he responded weakly, his cock still gushing. He rolled over to one side, the orca pulling him up the bed slightly. "I really liked that a lot."

Maui chuckled, "I can tell. Mind if I use your shower?"

"No, go ahead," Lumberjack answered. At least, he thought he did. The words passed through his brain. But he'd found a good solution to insomnia, and his body wasn't quite responding as it should. His eyelids were already closed by the time Maui slipped out of his bed, giving his cum-streaked belly a nice farewell rub.