FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Out in the regions of space there are many different species, be them dangerous, peacekeeping, or in some cases, very lewd. Visitors from across the universe are always seeking out other planets searching for interaction with other species for various reasons, be them well meaning, or for personal gain. Now Earth is a planet full of humans who've barely been able to leave their small sphere and as such tend to be closed off from a lot of the political going ons in the universe, and in some ways for the better. The war raging on in space between several different species goes on unnoticed by the small planet that had yet to reach beyond their borders.

On the other hand, it also proves to be a weakness as they find themselves being perfect subjects for several species who use them for personal gain, such as the Rubber Dawg race. They've found that the humans are perfect subjects to convert as they are easily twisted with a bit of suggestion, and without the prying eyes of other races on the small planet, they find that the humans are easy picking.

That doesn't mean they're the only visitors though, other species have recently been dropping in on the nearly hairless creatures to see what they're like, including an ursine species. Coming from the same region as space as the Rubber Dawgs, their intentions aren't quite as militaristic as the canine race, but nonetheless they are also an extremely lewd species with some corruptive motives.

While they aren't seeking to invade the planet, they don't have pure intentions for humans as they swung in around the earth's surface. The Dawgs of course couldn't know about their entry into the earth's surface, after all they aren't kind to intruders on their territory, but the new guests are going to have fun...

***

Webster tapped his chin a few times as he looked at his screen, another dull day at the office, and another set of orders he'd finished before the deadline that Friday, and it was only Tuesday. His boss milled around in the back looking for someone to yell at, but whenever he tried to bring up something with Webster he quickly realized that the geeky man had already finished up his work. "Psssst, Webby!" Webster blinked as he sat up at the familiar voice and turned his head enough to look into the neighboring cubicle where Jamie sat with a pleading look on her face.

"What?" Webster mouthed back. Harrison marched around, Webster sure that he'd been combined with a hawk with how he could spot lazy workers from across the office, even talking for a moment spelled a sharp reprimand from the bloated man.

Gesturing to her phone, Jamie mimed typing causing Webster to blink as he opened up his desk drawer and pulled out his phone where a few messages were flashing on the screen. Pulling up the messages he read through them, but they were all from Jamie. "Webster, Web, Webnerd, Weeb, Webby, WEBBBBB." Webster rolled his eyes as he clicked his tongue and finally answered.

"What is it, Jamie? I know you're not done with your forms yet. >.>" Webster texted. Honestly he hated using emojis, but somehow Jamie had wrapped him up in doing it. Mostly he'd taken on the que that Jamie only understood how people were feeling through the use of the symbols.

There was an audible huff from the cubicle over as Webster smirked to himself, he was right of course, Webster was one of two workers who could finish in less than two days. Jamie generally procrastinated until the last minute to get her forms in and spent the rest of the time either playing games on the work computers (against the rules of course), playing games on her phone (also against the rules), or bothering Webster about everything under the sun. "Webby, I'm bored though. ;.;"

There'd been many a day where Webster wondered how Jamie had gotten the job, not to say that he disliked her, but she had zero work ethic. "You need to get some work done. You've gotten three warnings from Harrison already, and if you get another he may actually write you up. :" There were a few moments of silence giving Webster hope that she might do some work... but then his screen lit up and he let out a soft sigh.

"Webster, we should go bowling after work! @w@" Webster shuddered on the inside, Jamie was an expert bowler who kicked his ass every time they'd ever played. Thankfully for one he had a legitimate excuse for getting out of it so she couldn't drag him into it.

"While I'd LOVE to get kicked around again. <.< I have to help a friend with moving stuff out of a cabin out in the woods. Apparently his uncle passed away two months ago and left him the cabin, so he's going to need some help getting everything out of there." Webster almost felt prideful about being able to escape Jamie's invitation to a bowling game, but he felt a shiver up his back as he turned around to see Jamie glaring at him around the corner.

There was a long pause between the two as Webster noticed her hand clenched tightly around her phone and for a moment felt fear of being pelted with the piece of metal and glass before there was a shout. "Jamie, get your ass back in your seat! I know for damn sure that you're not finished with even two of your orders!" Harrison's voice ripped through the office.

Webster and Jamie both flinched at their boss' voice as Jamie jumped back into her seat to start pounding away at the keyboard while Harrison stomped over to peer over the side of Webster's cubicle side to glare at him. "Hi Harrison," Webster said. He'd known Harrison for a few years now, having worked there for seven years, Webster had known Harrison when he had been working the same job as himself, and as such Harrison and Webster had a generally pleasant attitude towards one another... when Harrison wasn't going through marriage problems of course.

"Webster, you should stop interrupting Jamie's work! You know she's not that smart in the first place!" Harrison growled.

There was an angry snort from the other cubicle as Webster leaned back in his chair as he lifted an eyebrow. Harrison froze as the worker gave him a sharp glare, for a lot of the other workers he would've given them shit for such a look, but Webster had done several of his forms for him in the past and as such had a pretty hefty amount of payback waiting from Harrison that the balding man had yet to pay back. "Don't put your problems on me, Harrison. Sorry about your wife, but that isn't my load to carry," he growled.

For a moment Harrison looked enraged... but quickly deflated as he turned to look into Jamie's cubicle. "You'd better have three forms done by the end of today, Jamie, or else I'm writing you up!" he barked.

"See you after work for that cabin, Harrison," Webster called out with a sly smirk. Harrison froze for a moment and slowly turned to look over his shoulder at Webster who continued to smile from ear to ear. The large man just sniffed before turning back away to snap at some other unfortunate employee.

The room was silent for a few minutes before Webster's phone lit up again. He thought about ignoring it, but he wasn't really in the mood to have a phone launched into the back of his head. "OMG, Harrison's the friend?!" Webster snorted to himself as he just put his phone back in his desk drawer, maybe he'd boot up some Minecraft for the last hour...

***

Packing up at his house, Webster slid his glasses up his nose as he glanced at the TV. "Reports of men in rubber outfits have been seen in Atlanta. They are reported to be wearing dog masks. There has yet to be any reported robberies or serious attacks, but men have been reported to have been going missing after these dog hooded men have appeared, currently there are fourteen missing men after their appearance. More information is to follow in the following days..." Webster flicked the TV off as he checked the time figuring that Harrison was going to be dropping by soon.

Harrison and Webster would be staying at the cabin for a couple of days while they cleaned up the house and picked up stuff that Webster would like to take home or sell. Honestly part of Webster was weary of going with Harrison, while they were friends, their worker boss relationship always had Webster feeling a bit awkward as the big guy pushed a lot of his stress on others at all times. Webster's phone vibrated in his pocket as he checked it to see yet another text from Jamie. "Did you see the news for those people in Atlanta?! :o"

"It's probably a big practical joke." Webster's text sent as there was a knock on the door. Grabbing his luggage bag off of his bed, Webster started walking towards the front door, bumping his head on a low hanging overhang on his way down the stairs. "Damn it!" he hissed. Being nearly six seven, Webster was fed up with his height, Harrison on the other hand was the definition of dumpy as he was relatively short at five foot five and very rotund. Rubbing his head as he opened the door he found Webster standing there with a piece of chocolate in one of his hands as he looked up to see Webster's face.

"You ready?" Harrison snorted. Webster lifted an eyebrow as he looked over his friend's current garb, Harrison apparently hadn't even bothered to go home as he was still wearing his work attire which now had a chocolate stain on it. "What?"

Pushing past Harrison to shut his door and lock it up, Webster pushed his suitcase into Harrison's hand. "There are many things wrong with how you are right now, Harrison, but that's not for me to point out. I'm going to take a guess though that you were avoiding home so you didn't have to see your wife?" Webster remarked.

The chubby man just frowned and bit into his chocolate bar with a vicious snap of his jaws while Webster finished locking up the door behind himself. There was a bit of grumbling from Harrison as they walked down the path towards the driveway. Part of why Harrison had brought on Webster as the gawky man had a pickup that could heft a lot of weight while Harrison had a small sedan, but Webster had the feeling that his friend wanted to talk about stuff, even though he'd blown that point off when he brought it up. "She's thinking about moving to her sister's right now..." Harrison grumbled.

Taking a deep breath and letting out in an even breath as not to seem too put out Webster merely nodded as he slid into the driver's seat while Harrison threw his stuff into the back before grabbing his own stuff from his car. "It's going to be a long drive..." Webster mumbled to himself.

Jumping into the passenger's seat, Harrison's face already said that he had a lot more to say already as he chomped on another chocolate bar that he'd pulled out from his bag. "She said that I'm too demanding..." Harrison whined.

"Yup... a long drive..." Webster mumbled to himself. They pulled out of the driveway as they started their two hour drive with Harrison talking about his wife problems.

***

The air inside of the cabin was stagnant from having no one live in it for so long. After Harrison had unlocked and they stepped in the pair hurried to open up windows as to not choke on the thick amounts of dust they were kicking up. The night air was full of the trills of nocturnal birds and crickets and it only served to cause Webster to let out a long yawn as he stretched out his shoulders. "Wow... this place is a mess..." Harrison grumbled.

"Well according to you, your uncle hasn't been here for two years. I'm honestly shocked this place isn't rotting," Webster remarked. Harrison was going to respond for a moment but just shrugged as he tromped upstairs to look for some rooms for them to sleep in. Pulling out a flashlight from his backpack, Webster was thankful they'd dropped in on a small town just a few miles from the cabin before coming here as he'd forgotten to bring any lights. He walked downstairs to take a look if they had a generator and pray that it was still working...

Thankfully the generator's hose was still working, but the gas tank was only half full, the next time someone stayed at the cabin they would have to refill it. With a few tugs of the generator's string he was able to get it started. There was a roar and the lights flickered on, apparently Harrison's uncle had thought it was alright to just keep things flicked on while the generator on, it wasn't like that could throw the generator right back off...

There was a girlish scream that rang through the house and Webster jerked before sprinting upstairs. "Harrison, what's wrong?!" he shouted out. There was no response as Webster ran through the house trying to find his friend and boss, and soon he found him whimpering in one of the rooms on the top floor. When Webster saw there was no immediate threat he let out a sigh as he patted his chest a few times. "What did you see, a big spider?"

The larger man ran his hand across his forehead brushing his long black hair away from his eyes as he wiped away beads of sweat. Though Webster still found the man's reaction funny he could see that Harrison was honestly terrified. "I... I saw this giant thing... it came crashing out of the sky out into the woods over there," he explained. Standing shakily Harrison pointed out at the forest in a vague direction, but when Webster looked out the window he saw no smoke or flames of any sort.

"It must've been a bird flying by your window," Webster explained.

"Don't patronize me, dick! I swear it was a fucking huge thing falling out of the sky!" Harrison snapped. Webster sighed and rubbed at his forehead, he was too damn tired to deal with this...

Looking out into the night once more Webster tried to catch a glimpse of something... anything, but there was nothing that the man could see. "I can't see anything, Harrison. We can go out in the morning and see if anything's over there, but I have to get some sleep. Are the beds clean enough to sleep on?"

Though Harrison was obviously perturbed and pissed, he had to agree with Webster as it was obvious the geeky man wasn't in the mood for a search in the dark. "Yeah... there's a bit of dust on them, but the beds are in good condition..." he grumbled. Webster nodded and wished him a good night of sleep before slipping out of the room to get his bag and the sheets within while Harrison stared out the window, for once his mind not completely set on his wife.

***

• Two guys were burrified when the burrs landed, so they go to a nearby town to spread the burr love

The town that Webster had driven through earlier was a small town by the name of Turkey, a name given upon them for the shocking amount of Turkey that roamed around, frankly they were too lazy by this point to change the name. It was a decently small town with friendly enough inhabitants and had an active road that went through it allowing for plenty of money coming in. The last few days had been pretty slow though when it came to cars driving through aside from two, Webster and Harrison being one, and a couple of guys coming out to go camping two days prior.

The only people who saw the falling object in the town though were some of the men at the bar, but nobody went out to check it out as they figured police or someone would go out to check it out. The men at the bar were enjoying their drinks as the night went on, two hours passed from the falling object when a familiar car drove into town. The jeep pulled up in front of the bar and idled for a while, the men in the bar vaguely recognizing it as the campers' vehicle from a few days back.

Soon the jeep shut off, but the campers inside didn't climb out, they just stayed in there as the night wore on. The bars' inhabitants were interested in the jeep for a grand total of two minutes before returning to their drinks, their own chats more interesting than the campers just sitting outside the bar. An hour passed as the jeep just sat there, people shuffling out of the bar to walk home with hardly a glance at the jeep.

Inside of the bar, the bartender of twenty four years, Kirk, locked the door up as the last of his usual customers shuffled out. He didn't pay the jeep much mind as he flicked the lights off, walking into the back to start cleaning up. He huffed a bit as he started throwing up chairs onto tables, he was in his mid forties and wasn't quite in the best of shape after sitting around in his bar for so long. Not to say that he couldn't handle himself, but the man had grown a bit of gut after a generally sedentary life of bartending.

Thankfully throwing the chairs onto tables was the hardest part of the night as he started to gather up mugs to start cleaning. Kirk always sent the waitress home early to let her tend to her family as he'd known her since she was a young 'un and had a soft spot for the girl, since he'd never married he practically considered her a daughter. If any passing visitors made any grabs at her then they quickly found their asses getting kicked out of the bar by a mildly overweight bartender.

Walking into the kitchen with a tray piled high with glasses Kirk set the mugs in the kitchen gingerly as he heard his back pop a few times he winced as he felt a tug of pain. "I shouldn't have given Ken Wednesdays off, washing mugs without him is a pain in my ass..." he grumbled.

Twisting his back a few times to try to pop out the kink in his back Kirk scowled as he looked up to see how many shelves were empty of their glasses. It was Ken's duty to stock the glasses as he was six feet tall while Ken was a bit dumpy at five feet five and couldn't quite reach the glasses, and the last time he'd tried to stack glasses on the top shelf he'd been paying the town's doctor a late night visit with a piece of glass lodged in his hand. Turning on the water to start cleaning out the mugs Kirk stretched his back out a bit before writing up a note to Ken to tell him to stack the dishes the next day.

There was a sharp knock on the bar's front door causing Kirk to jump as he wasn't expecting anyone to be knocking at this time of night. Everyone from around the town knew that the bar closed sharply at two in the morning, any later and you were out of luck. Kirk figured that it was one of the guys having forgotten their wallet though so he decided to humor them, scratching his bristly chin as he started towards the front door.

Approaching the front door Kirk slowed his gait a bit as he saw two unfamilliar faces waiting at the door, the men standing on the other side of the door looked rather large. They reminded Kirk of the lumberjacks that would drive through their town from time to time, honestly he should turn these guys away... but the last lumberjacks he'd spoken with had proven themselves to be great guys and generally have good senses of humor.

Unlocking the door Kirk opened it to reveal the rest of the men, they were both wearing nothing but similar leather gear, their chests covered in a fair amount of hair surrounded by leather vests barely covering nipple rings. Kirk slowly looked them down, not quite sure what to say, they seemed to be wearing leather thongs with leather chaps to get along with them barely holding their very visible cocks in the material. "Hello, I'm Rick, the owner and bartender, how can I help you?" he asked.

Kirk had the feeling that the men must've been from some sort of biker gang or something, their faces were full and covered in thick facial hair. One of them was completely bald as well, his chrome top gleaming, the other man had a thick head of hair with a leather hat on top of his head. Both of them grinned at Kirk as they pushed in past him causing the bartender to tumble back a bit as they were both taller than him, and their bodies, though a bit flabby, were home to some surprising strength. "We came in ta see if we could get a nice treat fer the night," the bald one grunted.

The pair was surveying the dark room as Kirk felt a bit uncomfortable, if he had access to his counter then he could call the cops, or better yet grab his shotty under the counter, but as it was the two men were blocking access to the counter. "Sorry guys, but the bars' closed for the night. The cook's gone, but if you want a quick sip before you go then I can pour you both a glass of lager."

Both of the men seemed to be observing Kirk more than anything in the room, their eyes looking up and down his form, his hair was starting to recede though he tried to hide it as best as he could with a bandana he'd picked up recently. There was some gray in his beard as well, but it wasn't quite as upsetting to him as he'd always thought that some gray made him look sexy, though there wasn't a whole lot of women in town that would give a big man like him a second look. "Did ya hear that, Wreck? He said we can have a sip," the capped man said.

"I did, Crew, he said we can have a small sip. I bet it tastes great," the bald man growled. Kirk gulped to himself as he tried to push past them wanting to pour them a drink before sending them on their way, quite frankly he was starting to grow a bit irritated as he just wanted them out. The way they were staring at him was making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and from his pa's words, whenever your hairs are standing on edge you either get the fuck out, or you beat the shit out of whoever's making you uncomfortable.

After a few pushes Kirk was able to push past them and grab some mugs to fill up with some alcohol. His eyes lingered for the briefest moment on the shotgun under the counter. But as the pair didn't seem to be doing more than eying him he decided that as long as they didn't cause any trouble he wouldn't have to use it. Setting the mugs down in front of the pair, Kirk managed the best smile he could as he felt a few shivers up his back with the looks the two were giving him. It was just now that he noticed that the bald one had ear piercings, and his ears looked a bit odd... almost unnaturally rounded. Figuring that it would be rude to bring up though Kirk just cleared his throat as they continued to ignore their drinks. "So... did you two see that thing crash down earlier?" Kirk asked. If there was anything to talk about with some random strangers, he might as well start up with that.

The pairs' faces lit up with grins as they both nodded in unison. "Yeah, we saw the ship touch down. It's great that we were so close to it," Wreck snickered.

For a moment Kirk nodded before pausing as he processed what the bald man said, his eyebrow lifting. "Ship?" he asked.

"Yeah, we were real damn lucky. Best thing that's ever happened to us," Crew snickered. Kirk was starting to get an odd feeling from the pair as his hand slowly dropped towards the gun, he didn't want any druggies in his bar... especially this late at night. The men both stood up and grinned down at Kirk as he gulped, his hand wrapping around the shotgun's barrel, but it was just his damn luck that his hands were so sweaty that he dropped the gun, thankfully unloaded.

Kirk flinched as it audibly rang as it struck the wooden floor, but neither of the two men seemed too bothered by that as they walked around the bar, Kirk feeling his chest start to hurt as his breaths. "You t... two need to leave right now!" he roared. The roar felt more like a whimper to him though as he backed up and pushed through the back door into the kitchen, missing his opportunity to grab the phone.

The men came into the kitchen behind him, having to push their large bodies in as Kirk tried to psych himself up. There was no exit in the back, a stupid decision now that Kirk thought about it, the only other door was currently out of service due to them thinking it was a good place to store the boxes of extra product. "Sorry boss, but we're not leaving until we've gotten that little sip you promised us," Wreck snickered.

Before Kirk could tackle them he was surprised as Crew proved himself surprisingly fast as he rushed around the bartender and grabbed him in his large mitts. "Get the fuck off me!" Kirk yelled. Crew's grip was like iron as Kirk found himself incapable of breaking out of the man's grip, Wreck approaching as he groped his now bulging leather thong.

"Damn boy, you're gonna make a mighty fine burr. Like I said, we're lucky that the ship landed right next to us. The bosses told us to come out here to round us some hot meat, and we figured that the bar would be a great place to start," Wreck explained. Kirk didn't understand any of it though as he continued to attempt breaking out of Crew's grip, he flinched as Wreck suddenly grabbed his shirt and with a whip of his wrist Kirk's shirt was ripped off, revealing his rotund gut and large nipples. "Damn, I can't wait to get some piercings in those," Wreck growled.

Without his shirt Kirk shivered as the cold air brushed against his exposed skin, but it was only made worse as he heard a growl of arousal from behind him and felt Crew grinding up against his rear. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?! Did you find some kind of fucked up drug out there?!" he yelled. Kirk hoped that someone might hear his shouts, but it was so late that there was nobody left awake in the village that was anywhere nearby.

"Nope, no drug, just sexy burrs. Meeting them was the best thing ever, they helped show us how to be real burrs. Though we have a long way to go before we're nearly as sexy as them." As Wreck spoke he unbuttoned Kirk's pants much to his own shame as his pants were dropped revealing his stark lack of boxers. "Oh very sexy, looks like we have an exhibitionsist," Wreck chuckled.

Kirk's face burning red he let out a growl of his own as he tried to shake Crew off again, the burr's leather packed arousal uncomfortably close to his bare rear. "I'm not an exhibitionst... I just... hate boxers..." he explained. The man didn't know why he was explaining himself to these freaks... all he wanted to do was get the fuck out of here.

Without a word Crew lifted him as if he were a kid being picked up by an adult, Wreck pulled his shoes, socks, and pants off leaving the man completely nude. "Damn, you're a hot specimen, can't wait to ram my cock up your ass," Wreck growled.

Kirk's face lit up red at the very suggestion, he attempted to kick the man in his gut, but Wreck grabbed his foot with ease as he beamed. "Glad ta see you're not gonna just take it layin' down. Don't need a wimpy burr, you'll make a mighty fine fuck," he laughed. With that he reached into his leather vest and pulled out a leather jockstrap, something that Kirk would never under any circumstance wear voluntarily.

The man didn't take it lying down, Kirk kicked, butted, and generally made things hard for the pair as they tried to slide the leather jockstrap on, but Kirk lost the battle as they slid it up his legs and slid it snug around his cock. "There we go, and you still have your ass showing," Wreck laughed.

"Mighty fine ass too," Crew pitched in. Kirk flinched as he felt Wreck smack it causing his round ass to wiggle, and the terrifying part was that suddenly his cock stiffened up a bit, something that shouldn't have happened. His face dropped as he felt the leather jockstrap wrap tight around his cock, his check tightening as he realized that it was actively growing smaller on its own to show off his junk beneath.

"What the fuck is this?!" Kirk roared. He attempted to kick it off, but by now there was no getting it off as it constrained itself around his junk, the leather a nice bulge around his cock while his ass was stretched tight for a good grope.

Wreck almost looked apologetic as he scratched the back of his head. "Honestly I think ya'd look much better in a nice chastity device truth be told, but the boss only gave us a few tools for our first few converts. Don't worry though, when we get back to the ship I'll get ya nice and strapped up with much better gear. The good news is though that we got some harnesses in the jeep that'll bring out the sexy burr in ya," he explained.

A sudden image of a leather harness popped into Kirk's mind, and it caused him to let out a small moan against his will. "W... what're ya doin' to me?" Kirk didn't notice his own accent starting to thicken up, he'd had a little accent before, but now it was growing more pronounced though it wasn't something that the man actively noticed.

"Should be obvious, we're turnin' ya into a burr. The jockstrap'll help ya feel nice and horny like any good burr," Crew explained. His voice made it seem like he was trying to put it in a positive view, but it was a terrifying thought as Kirk attempted to pull away, but all it did was made Crew pull him against his body tighter, his leather bulge pressing against Kirk's ass and the man started imagining getting rammed by the big piece of me...

"Jesus, yer turning me into a freak!" Kirk snapped. While Crew continued to hold onto him, Wreck walked out of the kitchen for a few minutes, Kirk attempted to convince Crew to let go of him, but the capped burr didn't seem interested as he actually took a few deep whiffs of the man saying how good and sweaty he smelled, like a manly burr.

Soon Wreck walked back into the kitchen, in his hands a large leather x shaped harness that one might see in leather clubs. "Here we go," Wreck rumbled. Crew held Kirk's arms up and he felt odd as he was held aloft like a puppet, the leather being wrapped around his chest, the metal ring digging into his chest a bit as they pulled it tight around his chest to buckle it up. Kirk let out a whine of pain as they cinched it up, and then he was dropped the floor as Crew stepped back, Wreck smiling at him as Kirk stumbled. "Now yer lookin' real sexy, though I'm sure the boss'll wanna personalize yer look," Wreck commented.

Shocked that the burrs had let him go, Kirk thought about running... but for some reason he didn't feel like that was quite necessary. His head actually felt a bit odd, like a new voice was whispering unheard words into his head. "Damn it, I gotta get out of here," he rumbled. Kirk started towards the door, Wreck not moving to stop him, but he found himself stopping at the door as he let out a moan. His cock was hardening in his jockstrap as he felt his body ripple with an odd energy.

What Kirk hadn't noticed was that as they had cinched on the leather harness, his body had already started changing, his relatively hairless chest already starting to grow brown hairs. Even the man's gut had started to swell larger, his height even starting to grow a bit, though not nearly as tall as the other burrs. "So how are ya feelin'?" Wreck asked.

"Horny," Kirk blurted out. He blinked in shock, why would he just say that?! It was the truth though, his cock was starting to strain in the leather jockstrap as it let loose a bit. It grew wider as the man's ass and cock grew along with it, his pubic hairs growing thick, spreading up his crotch and above the jockstrap making a nice treasure trove that he'd tried to keep trimmed before, having always thought a treasure trove was ugly to women.

"Hell yeah you're feeling hot, have you seen how much of a sexy burr you are? You're standing here with us too, we're not helping any," Wreck snickered. Kirk turned a bit to look at the others, looking at them now he could see that they were indeed hot... really fucking hot actually. Damn, Wreck looked hot with a bald head... and a fitting thought as well as what was left of his own hair was starting to fall out, but to make up for it his already relatively thick facial hair grew thicker, the scruff starting to grow out into a decently scruffy beard.

Wait... this wasn't right... he was straight, and this was all fucked up. In fact, if he just walked out the door, he could call the police and get this damn gear off of himself. "Bet you wanna get a big sausage up in that ass of yers," Crew said.

Another moan escaped Rick as he imagined one of the two mens' thick cock wedged between his cheeks, growling and grunting as the man's sweaty balls hit his ass... "Oh fuck... yer... changin' me..." he groaned. With that he forced himself to push through the door, Crew's voice raising in a growl while Wreck just stood back with a confident grin. Stumbling towards the phone Rick picked up the reciever ready to give a call to the sheriff, but he realized as he poked the numbers that his hands were now huge mitts, his fingers so big now that they pressed two keys at one time. "Damn it!"

Slamming the phone down on the receiver and breaking it with his new increased strength, Rick turned back around to see Wreck standing there, at some point having pulled down his thong to reveal his thick cock. The meat was dark and huge, big enough that Rick would barely be able to fit it in his mouth... "Stop this... I don't want teh be a fag," he whined.

"That doesn't make sense though since all burrs are fags, and you're a huge one. I mean look at yer sexy belly, so big and hairy, and your nipples are perfect to pierce. Just think how tasty this cock would be as well, I mean after all, we burrs give great fucks!" Wreck's explanation was scary as it was all starting to make sense to Rick, his brain twisting on itself as new memories arose from the leather gear that had been digging into his consciousness. They told him that good burrs were super gay, super dominate, and were very loyal to their boss burr. "How 'bout this, boy. Tell me yah don't wanna suck my cock, and I'll get yah out of that sexy gear," Wreck offered.

That seemed like a fair trade, Rick smiled weakly as he knew it was so easy to say... He opened his mouth to speak as his eyes were locked on that huge swinging piece of meat between the burr's massive thighs, some pre leaking out of the tip sliding down the bulbous head and dripped to the floor. With a shiver Rick licked his lips, his breathes short as the last of his hair fell out leaving him completely bald, his body now just as hairy and round as the other two burrs', but... he had to stop this... "I... I don't wanna..." he groaned.

"Yah don't wanna...?" Wreck asked. His face was set in a big grin as Rick attempted to deny it, but it was becoming so hard... that big swollen shaft... the thick pubic hair surrounding it was so enticing to bury his face up in, just imagining the sweat and cum left over in there.

"I don't..." Rick breathed. He didn't know when he'd dropped to his knees, his cock straining against the leather of his jock strap, his ass twitching with emptiness.

"Yah do wanna, don't ya?" Crew asked from behind Wreck. Rick was quiet for a long minute, his mind putting up a fight still, but it was so small now that he could barely stop himself from shoving his mouth down on that glorious penis.

"Let me help ya, burr," Wreck said. With that he approached Rick and smacked the man in the face with his cock, pre dribbling down Rick's face as the man shuddered and let out a very loud and horny moan, his voice now deepened to a real burr's voice.

That was the breaking point as the fight ended, the new burr's face slid up into a big grin as he licked the pre leaking through his mustache. "Fuck yeah, I wanna. Let me get a taste of that cock!" With that he plunged his mouth down onto Wreck's cock, the flesh tasting like sweat and cum, just as he'd imagined and it was fucking delicious.

With information put into his head by the leather the new burr already knew how to please the other burrs, Wreck letting out a deep moan of pleasure as he felt the new burr deep throat his cock. "Damn! Such an eager one... you should try Rutt here next, Crew," Wreck chuckled.

The new name Rutt stuck inside the new burr's head real fast as his mind was filled up with images of the burr race, big furry bear-like aliens... fuck it was so hot! He let out a small moan as he came into his leather jockstrap, but didn't stop sucking as he needed that musky burr seed... god he couldn't wait to help change others!

***

The night went by and aside from the thick dust hanging in the air Webster got a good night of sleep in. He had a pretty funny dream though as he found himself dreaming about the odd dog hooded men they'd been mentioning on the news, likely aided by Jamie's persistent texts before he'd gotten off to sleep about how the dog hooded men had apparently been reported a few months back having been sighted near a military complex. The dream was pretty tame aside from seeing men running around in odd rubber suits attempting to kidnap them while acting like dogs...

Getting up early in the morning to start up breakfast Webster nearly walked right into a lumbering Harrison who looked about ready to collapse out of exhaustion. "You doing alright?" he asked. The larger man was still wearing his clothes from earlier, and from how crinkled they were and how disheveled his hair looked he looked like he'd had a restless night.

"Are we going to check out that thing?" Harrison asked. For a moment Webster wasn't sure what he was talking about before he remembered what Harrison had been talking about. Honestly he'd figured that the lack of sleep had been from his marriage issues, but in some ways he was relieved to talk about something other than how much of a dick Harrison could be.

"We're gonna eat breakfast first, and then we take a look for your fallen bird," Webster chuckled. Harrison didn't let him get away with that one though as he gave Webster a smack on the back of his head, something he did a bit too often for Webster's liking, but he just chuckled to himself. The pair ate some poptarts for their breakfast as everything left in the fridge wasn't exactly the kind of food Webster was interested in eating. Thankfully they'd brought some bread and meats to eat for lunch, but as for their breakfast they were pretty restrained.

While they were eating and Harrison was blessedly quiet there was a knock on the front door causing both to jump a foot in the air. Seeing as they were so far out in the woods neither of them had been expecting any guests, so Harrison of course had to take this five times further as he glared at the door like it had punched him. "It's a monster, I told you something fell out of the sky!" he roared.

Webster hissed at him to be quiet as he walked up towards the front door, he peered out the peephole in the door. Through the peephole he could see a pair of forest rangers standing there talking to one another casually as they waited for an answer. "Don't piss yourself, Harrison. It's just some forest rangers," he grunted over his shoulder. His friend didn't seem quite convinced as he was holding a can of peaches they'd brought in his hand, as if that might protect him...

Opening the door up Webster put on a smile as the rangers turned to face him. "Sorry for bothering you, but we saw your car parked there and wanted to make sure you are alright. Last night we saw something landing near here. We wanted to ask if you knew anything about it, or if you might be flying drones around?" one of the rangers asked. While this ranger was pleasant, his partner seemed to be giving Webster a dirty glare as if the man had stepped in something smelly.

Admittedly, Webster was shocked that the rangers had seen this falling thing, but he quickly took it in stride as he didn't want to appear rude. "Well I didn't see it, but my friend did. Neither of us were flying anything around. One sec, Harrison!"

For a few moments Harrison stayed in the kitchen before walking out warily. Webster was a bit shocked to see how paranoid the larger man was when he could easily roll over any threat that might present themselves. "What is it?" he grunted.

"Did you see any falling objects last night?" the ranger asked. For a moment Harrison looked surprised before he got a gloating look on his face. He beamed at Webster who merely shrugged it off as he tilted his head towards the ranger who was waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, it fell over in the woods. I can lead you over there if you want!" Harrison said excitedly. Apparently if the large man was put in a position where he could be mentioned in the news, he had to be the one who would show others. Webster honestly didn't care, if his friend wanted to stand in the limelight then that was fine, he just wanted to clean up the house so he could get back to civilization. Though with how many texts he was getting from Jamie he could do without going back to work, but nevertheless Harrison was turned down by the pair as they merely asked them for the direction.

After pulling out a map and quickly marking it down the rangers prepared to go, but not before the first ranger looked at them carefully. "Don't go near the site. We'll drop by on the way back to tell you if everything's alright. We don't know what's over there, so we can't have anyone getting in danger of any sort from this," he said. With that he thanked them and marched off, Harrison looked peeved though as they marched away, but Webster tried to ignore it.

"Alright, well your problem's been solved Harrison. Let's go and get some work done," Webster said. He walked towards the living room to work on that first while Harrison glared at the door for a bit longer. "Are you really going to be petty about them having us stay?" Webster groaned. He just wanted to get work done, but Harrison seemed determined to piss him off.

Thankfully Harrison was able to walk away from the door, but his shoulders were still slumped and he had a permanent scowl on his face even as they started to clean up. Webster was able to hum to keep himself entertained while Harrison just grumbled a few times. They were able to get a lot of work done as they picked up garbage, swept up dust, and boxed up a few knick-knacks stored around the house as the hours went on. Though Webster worked through the day tirelessly not allowing Harrison to stop him, he did find himself growing anxious as the rangers didn't return.

After the first two hours Webster checked the roads a few times just to see if the rangers were just going to drive home rather than check in at the house, but the hours drew on and there was no sign of them showing up. "Webster, what's the matter?" Harrison growled. He'd been growing slightly more bearable as he was able to get into the work, but he finally noticed Webster's absent stare out the window.

"Do you think the rangers are alright?" Webster asked. Harrison blinked and looked out the window for a moment before turning towards Webster once more with a sly smile. Webster knew what he was going to suggest, and honestly he wished that he could decline the offer, but he was growing concerned.

"Should we go check?" Harrison asked. For a second Webster was going to decline, but he sighed as he dusted off his hands. Honestly he was already tired of cleaning up, and he was concerned enough, so he nodded causing Harrison to pump his arm before they walked out of their cabin. Part of Webster was wary of going into the woods as the rangers were more than likely fine and they'd get upset for the pair annoying them, but he figured that if they were okay then they could just explain their concern.

The trek into the forest was easy with the sun shining down from above, Harrison led the way with a surprisingly proud strut as he was thinking of something other than marriage problems. As for Webster he gazed around the forest taking in the sights as he might as well take the time to make the trip worth it if nothing was wrong as he hoped. Their trek went on for twenty minutes, after a while Webster wondered if they were just going to get lost before they came across a sight that both men stopping with their jaws hanging down.

Sitting in a clearing ahead of them looked to be some form of saucer, it was almost comedic to see it just sitting there as it appeared like one right out of a sci-fi movie. "Well... shit," Webster grunted.

"Let's go back!" Harrison said in a shockingly chipper voice, but his face spelled out how scared he was as he started off in the opposite direction.

"You mean you don't want to look inside the giant spaceship?" Webster asked. Harrison shook his head violently as he kept marching on, in the meantime Webster stared at the ship as he approached it. A voice in his head said to go away, to follow after Harrison, but he wasn't such an ass that he would leave without making sure the rangers were alright.

The saucer was at least the size of a football field, Webster slowly walking the circumference of the ship as he kept his eyes out for someone. Somewhere from far behind he heard Harrison shouting his name but he just shrugged it off. Making his way through a few trees and bushes Harrison came across the truck that the rangers had been driving in. Part of Webster imagined the call they would have to make back to the rangers' office with a discovery like this. Approaching the truck Harrison didn't notice the ship's side splitting open with a breathlike hiss as a furry foot stepped out.

Checking the truck to see if either men were still inside, Webster sighed as he turned back to walk around the rest of the ship. That's when he bumped into a large and furry belly causing Webster's heart to nearly stop as he slowly turned his gaze up to find himself tracing up the body of a very large hairy male bear like creature who looked at him with a cruel smirk. "Oh, another one, ya must be one of the two that our new recruits mentioned. Now come along," he growled.

Webster's eyes went wide as he stepped back unconsciously, his mind not quite able to comprehend what he was looking at. "I..." he started. But as he reeled back he didn't notice a rock behind his foot and he fell backwards before...

***

His head ached, pain arcing through his skull as he tried to rub at it, but found himself incapable of doing so. Blinking away a few dots from his vision as he realized that he was in a pretty dark room, Webster had to take a few calming breathes as memories came flooding back. The forest, the giant ship, the bear like creature... Webster tried to call out, but decided against it as he felt ready to throw up from the pain and a nauseous feeling in his gut.

Taking in his surroundings Webster could only assume he was on the ship now as he saw several displays set around the room with alien symbols on them, though it was a bit hard to tell as everything seemed really blurry. Currently he was tied down on his knees... naked, his wrists restrained by a pair of what Webster could only classify as fuzzy handcuffs. Upon the walls surrounding him, Webster saw several vague tools that he thought might be used in forms of torture, the young man gulped as he wiggled a bit. The handcuffs refused to give though as they merely clinked against the metal bar they were wrapped around, outside of the door Webster heard a deep grunt and he froze up.

His eyes locked on the door Webster waited for some monster to come through the door to eat him... but thankfully no such thing came through... for now. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Webster glanced around for some tool that he might grab with his mouth, but the floor was devoid of any such thing. It was then that he finally realized everything was blurry, his glasses had been taken at some point while he'd been unconscious. He let a groan of annoyance as the door to the room opened and he jerked up to see three figures entering the room, all of them rather blurry, but even in the dim light he could see that one of them was covered in brown fur.

All three of them had large frames, and from what Webster could see... two of them looked to be... human! As they approached Webster could see that one of them had dark skin, the light shining enough that Webster could see sweat glistening on his brow, the other very pale, but both of them very thick set. "H... hello?" Webster managed. His stomach churned, but he was able to hold in his luck thankfully...

"Glad ta see yur up, boy. Took a pretty good hit on the head." The deep voice was more like a gravelly growl than someone speaking, Webster tried to see which of the three was talking, but he could only make out their frames, the particular parts were more vague.

Another voice piped in, this one much lighter, but still carrying a gruff tone to it, but... oddly familiar. "Sir, he can barely see us without his glasses. Should we give him them?"

"Right, I fergot. Ya humans haven't fixed up eye problems that good, have ya? Alright, fix him up with his glasses so he can see us," the first voice answered. With that the white blur nodded before moving over to a desk in the room that had been hidden in the darkness and picked up something before approaching Webster. The young man withdrew a bit from the stranger who'd helped tie him up, but he couldn't do much to stop him from putting his glasses on.

After his glasses back on Webster blinked a few times allowing for his eyes to refocus. After a minute he was able to see better, though there was a new crack in his glasses that hadn't been there before, nonetheless he was finally able to see his kidnappers. One of them was a burly bear like creature, more than likely the one from before, he wore a large set of leather gear. A large leather vest over his chest that wrapped around his chest, a tight leather jockstrap that hardly left anything to the imagination, several piercings around his body including on his nipples, nose, and ears. Otherwise he was practically running all natural, his gut swinging as he stood tall between the two humans.

Looking at them Webster didn't recognize them at first... but then his jaw dropped as their images clicked in his head. They were the rangers from earlier, but... they'd changed a lot in the little amount of time that he'd seen them. The darker skinned man, the one that had spoken to them, his hair on his head had rescinded quite a bit, he'd been clean cut earlier, but now he had a scruffy beard growing in. His clothing had changed as well, his cock swinging between his legs looked far thicker with a cockring stuck up at the base of the shaft.

His body had also grown, where he'd been decently lithe earlier, he now carried a far larger gut, though he still seemed rather strong as his arms were wide and muscles were apparent under the fat. He wasn't wearing anything over his crotch unlike the other two, but he was wearing a x harness across his chest. His nose looked really odd though now, hanging from his nostrils was a large golden ring, but the odder part was that he didn't look quite human... in fact it resembled the bear creature's more than a human's. The man didn't seem put off by these changes though, in fact he seemed to be reveling in them as he rubbed his hand over his large stomach, scratching at the thick pubic hairs littering his crotch as he grinned down at Webster.

The other ranger was by far paler, he still had his hair on his head, and his facial hair looked less scruffy, but he was no less changed than his partner, his body had also grown in all senses of the word, his stomach swinging low, and hair sprinkled up his chest.Unlike the other males he wasn't wearing anything around his chest, but it didn't look like that mattered as he had a collar around his thick neck along with spiked bands on his wrists, but by far his most unique article of clothing was what he was wearing around his waist. He seemed to be wearing some form of harness that had locks on the sides, his cock was out in plain view even with the harness on, but his cock was strapped up tight against his body fully erect, and the harness had a tight strap around his ballsack restraining him from being able to cum whatsoever.

The full burr seemed to notice Webster's attention as he grinned wide, fondling the pale man's tied up cock. "This boy here resisted a lot, so I couldn't very well allow him ta feel good about it when he changed inta a burr. I had to punish him, ain't that right little burr?" he growled. The burr's thick furred hair clenched on the man's cock and though he went a bit weak in the knees he surprisingly stayed standing as he nodded shakily. "Hell, I didn't even give him the honor of having a vest yet, or wearing any piercings like Boner here," the burr explained, slapping the other burr on his gut as the man grinned wide in praise of the other burr.

"This is absolutely fucking ridiculous... how did you change them so much? They were completely normal earlier..." Webster asked. He honestly couldn't believe his eyes, they didn't even look nearly close to what they had been before. That Webster had been able to recognize them was a miracle, their voices only vaguely sounded similar, and their bodies... well for one thing they were nearly stark naked now, but more than that, the pairs' hair had changed starkly in such a short time...

Chuckling to himself, the large burr just grinned down at him as he slapped his huge palm on one of the pair's shoulders as he gestured to the leather gear with his other hand. "Very easily, the human genome is easy to change around really. All we need is the right gear, and with our specially made leather we're able to manipulate the cells and mental processes with ease. Throat tried resisting so hard honestly it was amazing at how much he fought, ain't that right, boy?" he asked.

The burr still missing his vest looked down a bit ashamed. "Yeah boss, sorry 'bout that. I'm glad that you were able to fix me up though."

"Once we got your cock all tied up and pent up, you couldn't very well avoid our changes anymore. Soon we had you beggin' to let us cum as you gave up all those silly human thoughts," the burr laughed. The other two started to laugh along as Webster attempted to pull himself out, but it wasn't going to happen as the handcuffs were far too strong to break from such a weak attempt.

"Now I could probably do it easily with a few leather pieces on ya as well as you're pretty scrawny, but I got five new burrs that wanna try their own hands at changin' ya. So I'll let them take command, and I'll be back to see ya when you're done," the burr said. With that he started out of the door as three more men walked in, not burrs, but more nearly nude men with all of them having the same body type. Bearlike, and they all seemed proud of it, two of them were actually smoking very potent cigars that didn't look like the kind from earth, especially with how they were giving off green smoke.

"Well then, Wreck, what should we do with this one?" one of the men asked. He wore a leather jockstrap and his bald head glowed under the dim lights of the room, talking around one of the nasty looking cigars. His facial hair was thick just as the others' were, but the biggest thing that Webster was noticing with the new trio was the fact that they all had very bear like ears, heavy piercings dangling from their ears as they bumped bellies with one another.

"Good question, Rutt, but we should let the newbies decide. After all, we already had our fun with them," the one named Wreck said. He seemed more interesting in humping up against the third new member in the room who was busily smoking away at his cigar. Webster felt his heart beating heavily against his chest as all of their eyes were set upon him, his body completely bare as he watched the once rangers walk around the room, picking a few items from the wall before setting them on a tray and bringing it towards the middle of the room. Webster incapable of seeing what was on it from his low vantage point felt himself about ready to cry as he could see that the human parts of them were practically gone.

"Please... you're all still human, we can fight this! Just get me out of here and we can change you back!" Webster pleaded. He was ashamed that he couldn't go out like a fighter, acting like a badass and kicking asses... but he couldn't, he was scared shitless.

All the burrs for a moment looked at him with a raised eyebrow and smiles settled on their faces. "Sorry boy, but that won't work on any of us. The boss makes sure that he personally drills out any leftover desire to change back. Maybe if he hadn't then we might think 'bout it, but honestly, being a burr is fucking great. Now why don't we get to work breakin' ya?" Boner asked. Webster shook his head, but it didn't matter as he found them bending down next to him and grabbing his cock none too gently.

The man groaned as the burrs started to mess with his cock a bit, his face flushed red with embarrassment and pain as they forced some form of contraption onto his cock. When they were done with that they backed off to allow Webster to see a black device placed over his cock, it conformed to his cock enough that it felt uncomfortable already, even flaccid. Though Webster wished he didn't know what it was, he could tell easily enough that it was a chastity device, though he had to admit that it felt a bit counterproductive. "Isn't this to keep men from being sexual?" he asked.

The burrs just had a big grin on their faces though as they chuckled, gathering a few more things off of the table. "Oh believe us, this is gonna work great. You're gonna be begging us to let you out of it soon enough, that's when you'll be ready to become a burr," Throat snickered. What they pulled out next made Webster's gut turn, it was a gimp mask, but some person had put bear ears on it and gave it more of a bear-muzzle like appearance with a zipper mouth. Webster found them yanking his glasses off as they shoved the mask down on his face, and though he tried to resist it didn't matter much as they were able to get it on nonetheless.

It fit snug surprisingly snug around Webster's face, his jaw being clamped shut by the leather as he wiggled his head, but they halted his movement so they could zip up the back of his mask so that it was stuck on. He grunted as they let go of his head, thankfully the mask had ear holes so he could hear, though honestly some part of him wished he didn't have to... "Now that's a sexy mask to have on. Once ya got a nice body with it, you'll never want it off, well until you have a real burr face that is," Boner snickered.

Webster shook his head, but none of the burrs seemed to notice as they simply got the next tools, the trio now joining in for this as they grabbed a tool from the table. Webster tried to see what it was, but one of the burrs smoking grabbed him and held him still as another got down on his knees and held something cold against his nipple. Webster's eyes widened in horror as he realized what they were doing and with a quick snap he flinched in pain as he felt something new dangle from his nipple, and then they were on to the next before he could argue for them to stop. After another snap he flinched once again, a moan of pain barely escaping the mask as the burr got off of him, his head a bit dizzy from the rancid smell of the cigar as he looked down to see two new rings dangling from his nipples. "I always think a burr should have some manly piercings," Wreck noted.

The pain wasn't fading as the piercings felt weird on Webster's body, though he didn't notice that they'd already started to work on his body as his chest started to turn a bit flabbier already, thickening up with new fat to fit the rings. Still stinging from the pain, Webster didn't notice the men approaching with a large black object in their hands, and when they got behind him Webster froze up as he felt them touch his butt. He tried to shout out for them to get away from his rear, but they merely snickered as they held a very large rubbery object in their hands. "We tend to stay away from Dawg territory, but we gotta admit, dildos are always great, and tail dildos are even better," one of the burrs laughed. Honestly Webster couldn't tell who as their voices sounded frighteningly similar to one another.

Webster's whole body tensed up as he felt one of their large sausage like fingers start to worm its way up his ass, his eyes clenching tight as the lubed finger started to prod at his virgin hole. It forced its way inside a few times, lubing up his tailhole, before finally pulling out... but it wasn't much of a relief to Webster as he knew with bated breath what was awaiting him... "Better say goodbye to a loose tailhole boy," one of the burrs growled. With that they pushed the dildo up against his ass, the man's whole body trying to reject the foreign object, but there was no getting it out as the burrs held him still, pushing it up his rear and allowing the lubed object to get higher up his tailend.

The man moaned in a mixture of agony... and a shocking new feeling of arousal as the mask started to affect the man's head, his face tingling as his facial hair started to thicken up a bit. The burrs grinned as they finished up, the man's ass having a rubber approximation of a bear tail sticking out of Webster's rear as he let out a few moans, his ass aching as it tried to get used to the new intruder sitting inside. "Bet that's gonna feel great to you in a bit," Rutt said. Webster shook his head, trying to look somewhat strong, even though it was obvious that he wasn't enjoying this.

"Well you're lucky, big boss wanted ta give ya a nice vest since he hasn't given one out fer a while," Boner said. With that he lifted a heavy looking leather vest from the table, studs sticking out on top of the sleeveless shoulders causing Webster to cringe as he would never wear such a thing... though honestly... maybe it wouldn't look too bad on him... He shuddered as he realized that it was no use denying that the burrs were already starting to worm inside of his head, and he couldn't do much to stop it right now as they undid the handcuffs for a moment, sliding the vest around his chest before sliding his arms back into position to lock him up again. The heavy leather weighing down on him while also increasing that odd tingling sensation flowing through his body, his body's hair producing functions speeding up already as his armpits' measly amount of hair started to grow out.

"Starting ta feel the burr, boy?" Wreck asked. Webster gave a half-assed shake of the head, but it didn't convince them as they merely laughed at his weak attempt, but already Webster's cock was starting to harden in the chastity device much to his discomfort as the scent of burr musk was becoming increasingly powerful. "Hey Crew, why don'cha show the boy what a real burr loves?" he asked.

The other burr in the room that'd yet to say a thing grinned and nodded as he pulled the cigar out of his mouth, walking towards Webster who merely shivered as he saw the mammoth burr approach. His heart skipped a beat as he saw the outline of the male's cock under his leather thong much to his own shame. The burr leaned down and started to wave the rank cigar under his nostrils, a wide grin on his bearded face. "Breathe it in nice and deep, boy. Smokin's not so bad after all, now is it?"

The green gas leaked up into Webster's nostrils, the young man coughing at first as he couldn't stop himself from breathing it in, whenever he tried to shift away he found one of the other burrs stopping it as he was forced to breath it in. After a few breaths of the smoke though... he found it wasn't so bad... damn, it actually smelled pretty inviting... mmm... A small growl grew in his throat as he took a few more deep breaths of it, wanting more... to be more like a burr, damn! The man's cock grew uncomfortably tight in the device as he started to lean towards the cigar before he found it was snatched away, his eyes looking around in confusion as he leaned back, the burrs in the room laughing as they saw his reaction. "Looking more burrlike already, boy!" Throat said, obviously delighted.

Looking down at himself, Webster's stomach dropped, he hadn't realized how much time had passed of him smelling that cigar, his body had grown a lot already. His gut was sitting heavy and his pecs had grown quite a bit, looking more burrlike and perfect for sexy piercings. He grunted as he realized how much like a burr his thoughts were representing, the handcuffs were feeling very uncomfortable now as well as they were tightening around his growing wrists. Hell, even the buttplug was starting to feel nice and comfortable in his ass, if only he could jerk his cock...

"Do you want to let just make you into a burr yet?" Boner asked. For the briefest second Webster nodded yes, but he stopped himself as he knew that this wasn't him... he needed to resist... he was still human... at least he thought he was. Hair was growing across his body at an accelerated rate, his vest sitting on his grown pecs and allowing for his hairy chest to shine out between the leather folds of his vest and his piercings shining in the light of the room. "Well if you don't wanna break yet, I bet we know how to fix that," Boner laughed.

The others nodded as they gathered around Webster, all of them dropping their leather undergarments, Throat's cock being freed by some of the others so that he could help them along. Webster felt his stomach drop as he had some vague idea of what they were doing... and it was really hot. His cock surged in the device again, but it was growing extremely uncomfortable now, his shaft had been continuing to grow, and with the device's mechanics it grew along so that his cock wasn't hurt too bad, but it was still tight enough that it felt very painful. He wanted to tell them to cut it out, that he wanted to stay human... but the reasons were failing him, why did he want to be a weak human? When instead he could be a hairy, sexy, and monstrous burr!

The burrs surrounding him started to jerk their cocks, the air already thick with burr musk growing stronger as their large shafts were worked at. The man in the middle tried weakly to pull at the handcuffs, but it wasn't so much weak that he didn't have the strength for it, but that he was too weak to try as he wanted it... he wanted to be covered in their cum. God, his body was screaming for it now as he could only think of how hot the burrs were... how fucking amazing they were! His face now perfectly fit the interior of the gimp mask he wore, and he knew the others were right, it was fucking hot that he was wearing a burr gimp mask! After all, to be a full burr would be the crowning achievement of burr life! The facial hair he had under the mask had grown thick, and would be the perfect size for when he became a burr, the hair growing in with his new fur.

All those thoughts of human life were fading, or at least the desire to be human, new thoughts of obedience towards the boss and following the dominant burr lifestyle overflowing with arousing thoughts. He clenched his large and round ass around the dildo in his rear as he waited for the on-pour of juices from the others, he needed it... it would be his release from humanity! Some part of him couldn't even remember his human name anymore, but that didn't really matter, as the first jet of cum hit his bare skin he grinned under his mask as he basked in the juices. Every one of the burrs came on him, his cock jerking the device as he needed to cum now, there was no more hesitation on what he wanted now.

What he wanted to do was lick the juice off of his skin, to suck the excess off of the other burrs' dripping shafts. By the time he'd recovered from his onslaught of juices he found that they'd undone his handcuffs and left them on the floor as boss burr stood in front of him with a wide grin. "Well then, boy, what do you think of burr life now?"

He undid the zipper on his mouth, flicking out to catch a drop of cum that ran down his mask. "Fucking great, boss. I love being a burr, and I'd love to help ya turn others into burrs as well sir! But first, can I suck yer cock sir?" he growled. His voice was unfamiliar to him, but he didn't really care, he was a fucking burr, and he was glad to follow the boss.

The burr boss laughed as he rubbed his gut, leaning down to undo the lock on the new burr's cock allowing it to jump to full size almost immediately. "Why don'cha have fun with the other burrs first? They deserve a prize for helpin' ya out. Then I'll have ya in my private room... after we deal with that last straggler out at your old cabin, Grinder."

Grinder saluted his boss, no intentions of pulling off his gimp mask for days to come as he looked at Boner's wide ass just screaming for a cock up there. "No problem, sir! Can't wait tah serve, sir!" The boss grinned as he walked out of the room, their newest burr diving into Boner's rear as he found a cigar being shoved into his mouth, he was only too glad to devote himself to this new life!

***

An entire day passed as Harrison waited for Webster to return, but there was no response from his friend. Some insane part of him urged to go check on Webster to make sure he was alright... but that would mean that he might get killed by aliens. The man wasn't interested in killing himself, and honestly he'd never indulged in concepts of himself being a hero, he wanted to live to tomorrow. The large man panted as he rushed around the house, snatching up some last minute choices that might sell for high prices as he prepared to leave. Though that wasn't to say that Harrison didn't feel bad for leaving Webster behind... but he was too short-sighted about his own life to really take it in.

Taking a few trips, Harrison dropped off a few boxes in the car they'd come in as he tried to think of excuses of where Webster had gone... perhaps having been eaten by a bear? He groaned as he picked up the last box, a particularly heavy one, and started towards the door... before bumping into a large belly. He froze up as the box fell from his arms, his heart having stopped as he slowly looked up to see a man in a leather bear shaped mask. "W... who the fuck... are you?" Harrison gasped.

Stumbling back, the man grinned as he blew out some green smoke, something that Harrison was more than sure that cigars didn't have normally. "Ya don't recognize yer old pal, Pork? It's me, Grinder!" Harrison shook his head rapidly, for one the man didn't look like anyone he would ever associate with, and secondly his name wasn't Porker! "Well that doesn't make me happy... well don't worry 'bout it. I'll have you all fixed up shortly, I got some fun for you, buddy," he chuckled deeply.

"Who are you?!" Harrison asked. The man was busy lubing up his hands by groping his dripping cock, hung with a heavy looking prince albert.

"Well, I s'pose I can tell ya before we get to work! I was once a pretty nerdy boy, 'm pretty sure it was... Web... or Webby... or somethin' like that," the man laughed. Harrison's eyes went wide with shock as he finally put it together, but it didn't matter much, he was soon on his way to changing for the better anyways...

***

The ship was full of movement as full burrs were preparing the ship to move, the dawgs' patrols had started to take notice of them, and it wasn't going to be a pretty sight if they saw the burrs taking some of their prime crop. The big boss growled to himself as one of the new converts, Wreck, gave him a decent blowjob, though it'd be much better once his muzzle really grew in... There was a ping as the door to the ship opened up to allow the last of the stragglers still on the ground made their way in. "Finally, we nearly took off without yah," he said as they walked up.

Leading the way was Grinder, his sexy gut swinging as he marched up the ramp, he pulled the cigar butt out of his mouth as he saluted to the boss burr. "Sorry, sir. This one took a bit of time tah break, I'm pretty sure ya will have to give him a nice second check," Grinder explained.

Stepping up behind Grinder was another large man, his eyes wide with delight as he looked upon their boss, not exactly a new thing for the boss to see. The man's hands and feet were strapped in leather bear paw bags, generally used for punishment for burrs who wouldn't obey, they made it rather hard to jerk off. He also wore a large chastity device that Grinder had yet to take off due to the resistance, but it didn't take a genius to see that their new burr was very horny and eager to prove himself as he fell to his knees, his harness ringing a bit as he bowed before the boss. "Sorreh, sir! I wasn't makin' things easy on, Grinder. But he helped me see how great it is tah be a burr! It's so damn hot to be turned into one, and I'll be glad to do anything to prove mahself!"

The boss looked down at him for a bit, letting out a brief moan as he came into Wreck's mouth, the burr slurping up the boss' juices as he straightened up a bit. "Well good job, Grinder. What's the new boy's name?"

"This here's Porker, he's a pretty chubby one, even for a burr! I'm sure he'll make a good cum bucket, sir!" Grinder said. It was obvious from how the new burr's asscheeks were still dripping, Grinder had more than a few rides before coming back.

Wreck finally pulled away from the boss as the ship started to come to life, the boss standing up as he looked down at Porker with a smile. "Well then... Porker and Grinder, come to room, while the ship's gettin' up in orbit, I'm gonna make sure you're both good and permanent burrs," he chuckled. Both burrs were glad to agree as they followed behind, both of their cocks standing at attention as they imagined what the boss could possibly have in mind for new recruits like them!