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Henry let out a yawn as he laid on the couch, watching TV. After working overtime for most of the week, tonight was the first night he could lay back and relax for a couple hours. But a couple hours turned into a few more than he expected. With tomorrow being a workday, no one was available to do anything with him even though he had the day off. So, he laid on the couch, watching TV, convincing himself that it was a well-earned relaxation when his body wanted to just go to sleep.

When it hit 1am, he thought about going to bed, but then something grabbed his attention. A popup appeared on the TV screen - "New Channel Detected. EPG Updated" - which made him curious. The last time his TV scanned for new channels was when he performed the manual scan for a new channel that started airing, so he was surprised that his TV was still scanning for them in the background.

Grabbing the remote in his hand, he pressed the Electronic Programming Guide button and started to scroll. It didn't take him long to notice the new station called "HypnoTV". Each programme was scheduled for 5-10 minutes, so Henry couldn't see the names of the shows as they were too bunched up to be readable. He did manage to make out the show that was about to start: "My Fun Addiction".

Henry enjoys those types of shows, so he thinks to himself "might as well give it a try before going to bed." Selecting the channel, he's hit with a burst of static on the screen and from the speakers, stunning him for a brief moment. As the volume drops, the static coalesces into a spiral that consumes the full screen. The spiral shrinks into the letter 'O' as the station title - HypnoTV - is displayed. A deep, male, voice rumbles through the speakers.

"HypnoTV. Programming so good that you can't change the channel."

Feeling like something had burned into his retinas, Henry starts rubbing his eyes to massage them. But when he heard the show starting, he pulled his hands away from his face and started to watch the TV despite the oncoming headache. He thought about getting up to take some pain killers, but the thought left his mind as quickly as it entered.

The show starts off with what looked to be stock footage of people and building with unoffensive royalty free music playing over it. After around 20 seconds, the title card faded into view: "My Fun Addiction." The presenter, an average looking man wearing casual looking clothing, came into frame.

"Welcome back to another enthralling installment of My Fun Addiction. As always, I'm your host, Zack Flynn, and I hope to show you someone that you'll find pretty fun! Today's addict is one Vincent Douglas, who just can't help himself from wanting to play with himself."

Henry's eyes widen in shock as the show cuts to a man, presumably Vincent, sitting on a couch. The man is completely naked save for a plain black t-shirt that's covered with multiple stains across the front (especially the centre torso). He has one hand resting on the couch, while the other hand strokes his hard cock that's pointing to the camera.

Out of his peripheral vision, Henry can see the TV remote, but his body refuses to listen to his mind begging for him to change what he's watching. He knows something is wrong. That no TV station would ever play porn like this. But he can't bring himself to stop himself from viewing it. Eyes glued to the screen, he can't help but watch as Zack takes a seat across from the masturbating man.

"Thank you for letting me into your house, Vincent," says Zack.

"No, thank you for letting me share my addiction with others!" Replies Vincent, who only stops jerking off briefly to shake Zack's hand.

"Now, why don't you tell our captive audience, in your own words, what your addiction entails."

"Well, as you might guess, I just love touching my dick." His hand continues to slowly stroke his penis and he lets out a soft moan. "It doesn't matter if I'm jerking it, or if I'm holding it, I just love touching it! But jerkin' it is a lot more fun!"

"And I'd say it looks pretty fun too!" Zack flashes a smile at the camera as he adjusts the visible hardon in his pants. "How often would you say you're touching yourself each day? It can't possibly be 24/7?"

"No, it isn't 24/7 as much as I wished it would be! I'm not waking up with hand or arm cramps, so I'm assuming I'm not doing any sleep touching. But when I'm awake, it's near constant. If I really really wanted to, I could go a couple hours with no touching, but I usually cap my abstinence at 15 minutes, which is more than enough time to get most two-handed thing done."

Meanwhile, Henry's body can't help but react to what he's seeing. Against his will, his hand has begun to rest on his crotch while his fingers massage it, coaxing his dick into an erection. He wants to stop. He wants to look away. But he can't. His body won't let him. And there's a part of his mind that's telling him it's okay. That he should keep watching. That the naked man on the screen is attractive, and it's okay to get horny and jerk off to attractive men.

It tells him that it's admirable to be so upfront and honest about wanting to give into base desires. That more people should be true to themselves. That he should be true to himself. His fingers feel so nice massaging his crotch, so why should he stop? That touching himself feels good, so why would he avoid it? As the battle rages on within Henry, the TV show continues playing, and he tells himself that it should be okay to watch for just a few more minutes.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, when did this all begin? I'm assuming you didn't just wake up one morning and decide to never stop touching yourself?" Zack asks, scooching closer on the couch.

"Honestly, that's pretty close! I had a few weeks off from work, so one day I decided to see how many times I could cum in a single day, and I managed to get off five times. A few days later, I wanted to see if I could get six times. Then after succeeding that, I wanted to see if I could get off seven times. By the end of the month, I could get off at a rate of about once every hour."

As he talks, Vincent's stroking gets slower, and his face gains a nostalgic look as he basks in the memories of his past.

"And then you...? Kept going? How did your work handle it?" Zack's spread legs shows the camera how much he's enjoying the interview.

"Well, that's how it started. During that experimental month, my body started getting used to the constant touchings and arousal, and it became somewhat of a baseline for me. It was good for the experiment...but it didn't go away afterwards..."

Henry felt his face blushing as he reached inside of his pants to fish out his cock. It had started leaking as if he hadn't pleasured himself in a while. Pulling back on his foreskin, he coated the tip of his dick with his pre and began to masturbate. The interview was making him so randy, and if they were jerking off then he should be able to too. He let out a small moan as he tried to match the strokes on the man on the TV.

"...the first day I quit," Vincent continued, "I got a week's worth of blue balls after only eight hours, so I caved in and jerked off three times before I went to bed. The next day was the same, and so was the next. I think the most I've gone without cumming since then was four days? And that's when I locked myself in chastity, a mistake I won't repeat again!"

"Haha, and why would you!" Laughs Zack.

"I tried for work! I tried my hardest, but it was like a switch was flicked within me, and I couldn't bring my libido under control. Even trying to lock up myself and wait it out did nothing. My new normal became 'rock hard at all times'. I tried to extend my leave, but they wanted me back, so I unfortunately had to resign to figure out how I was going to deal with my new self."

With his hand gliding up and down his dick, getting closer and closer to his inevitable climax, Henry's mind couldn't stop absorbing what was being said to him. Addicted to touching himself. Supercharged libido. Constantly horny. Forever hard. Always jerking. Each word penetrating his brain and leaving their mark.

He inhales sharply as he reaches the point of no return. Quickening his speed for the final moments, a familiar rush hits him as his cock pulses while it coats his chest with his sticky cum. It's as if a dam burst as shot after shot keeps coming. If Henry was in a better state of mind, he's have thought it was half a week's worth of a load.

Panting from the experience, he lays on the couch, unmoving. His gaze finally breaks away from the TV for a moment to allow him to stare at his cock. It sticks up like a pole from his crotch, pointing at the ceiling. The head is wet with cum, which continues to leak down his still twitching shaft. He moves a couple fingers along his pole, collecting some of the cum, before moving it to his mouth to eat up his reward. As one hand begins feeding himself the mess on his chest, the other hand moves back to his dick to resume stroking, and his eyes move back to the TV.

"So, how do you make your money now? I wouldn't except too many places to hire a chronic masturbator like yourself?" Enquires Zack.

"Ahh, that's easy," Vincent says with a smirk on his face, "I just stream myself. At first it was just me in front of a computer, and then I migrated to a camera and my couch, and then I managed to find a boyfriend, now husband, who could help me fit out the whole house with cameras, so everyone can see my jerk off at any time."

Vincent takes a moment to point towards various corners of the room, and the interview cuts between them, showing off how many different angles and choices his viewers get. Henry's subconscious makes a mental note to check out Vincent's livestreams.

"Having a partner to help manage things has to be handy." Zack says as he waves off-screen.

Vincent waves off-screen and blows a kiss to someone unseen. "Yeah, he's great. He helps me with everything, so I can enjoy myself as much as possible."

"And how's your sex life? I suppose a touch addict like you isn't well suited for topping?"

"It's great! We fuck at least once a day with him always topping me. He jerks me off too, which gives my arms a brief rest. We've talked about trying to make him a fuck-addict so we can screw all day, but that's on hold until we find a third for our relationship to help manage the two of us!"

His hand still stroking his spent cock, which hasn't softened at all despite the recent orgasm, Henry begins to wish he had someone special. Someone who could help him buy groceries. Someone who could help him cook. Someone who could take over responsibilities, allowing him to focus more on the addicting feeling that's pulsing between his legs.

Thoughts of Chris, his flatmate, crosses his mind. He could get used to a hunk like that waiting on him hand and foot. He has fantasised about Chris a few times and had even done a few sneaky side-glances to subtly check him out. But his desires for Chris could only stay in fantasy as he was as straight as an arrow.

"Well, Vincent, I think that about wraps things up. On behalf of all the audience watching, I'd like to thank you for sharing your addiction with them all." Zack announces, undoing his belt and fishing out his erection.

"Thanks for having me. I hope someone found this interview to be a lifechanging experience for them." Sliding closer to Zack, Vincent uses his free hand to start groping his interviewer's dick, jerking them both off.

"Ahh. That's nice." Zack looks directly to the camera as it zooms in on him. "And, as always, with the end of this episode, I free you from this programme's programming. You may change the channel, turn off your TV, or keep watching. The choice is yours, dear viewer!"

And with that, the show ends and Henry instantly feels like a grip has released his mind. He shuts his eyes and lays his head back, finally able to look away from the TV that had him to entranced. His cock is still twitching and throbbing with need between his legs, but he has his motor functions back, allowing him to stop jerking his sensitive dick.

With every beat of his heart, his dick pulses, begging to be touched, begging to be stroked, begging to be jerked. It takes mental effort for him to resist the urge to masturbate, but he knows that it's a losing battle. As confused as he is about things, he's smart enough to know that the TV show had messed with his mind by supercharging his libido and making him addicted to having his cock touched.

Already resigned to his fate, he thinks about how this would affect his job, his friends, and his life. He'd have to quit his job and try to find something that allowed working remotely. He'd have to start getting groceries and food delivered to him, focusing on pre-made meals with less prep time. With his friends, and social life, he'd---

The sound of static fills the room and Henry reflexively opens his eyes and is met with an onslaught of static. Just like before, the static stuns him long enough to make him watch the station ident. The static morphs back into the station logo - HypnoTV - and the noise quiets down once more.

"HypnoTV. Mindless TV that you can't look away from."

Henry mentally swears at himself as he realised that he didn't change the channel after getting permission. He tries to look away, but he can't. He tries to reach for the remote, but his body won't move. As a test, he tries to see if he can move his hand, but he realised it was a mistake to try moving it because once he moved his hand, it moved on its own back towards his dick and started stroking it again.

Relaxing music started to play as the show started up. The title reads "Five Minute Animal Facts: BEARS". Videos of miscellaneous anthro bears are shown. Some are wearing suits, some are shown running in athletic gear, some are standing in front of podiums and giving lectures. Henry had interacted with little anthros before, so he was cautiously curious about this short segment and hoped it wouldn't cause too much damage to him.

A voice then started talking. "Bears. An uncommon anthro who people wish were a little more common. You may have met one, you may have not. But I'll tell you that if you have met a bear, chances are that they were an exception to their species rules as 90% of them act in the same way."

Too engrossed in watching the television, Henry doesn't notice as his body hair starts to rapidly grow across his body. His arms and legs gaining more hair, almost like fur, his previously hairless chest starting to produce small patches, and his facial hair looking like a 5-o'clock shadow despite shaving a couple hours earlier.

"You may have heard a stereotype or two of bears, and let me just say that they're almost all correct. First off is honey. Bears love that stuff like liquid ambrosia. If it was sustainable for them, they'd eat an all-honey diet. They love it so much that they'd slather their bodies with it or use it as lube for sexual acts."

As the narrator talks, the visuals change to a compilation of bears interacting with honey in various ways. Some drinking it out of a cup, others eating it from a pot Winnie the Pooh style, one pouring it into a fleshlight before fucking it, another pouring honey onto his chest while another bear licks it off, and other one eating a full breakfast with everything covered in honey.

Watching the bears play with and eat the honey spurs something within Henry. The fur continues to grow across his body, the small patches connecting to build a larger pelt. He licks his lips, not paying attention to his slowly growing canines, mouth watering at the sight of the honey. He knows he's never thought of honey that way, but seeing the bears enjoying themselves to it makes him see the appeal too.

"Speaking of their diet, bears are usually on a seafood diet: they see food, they eat it!" The narrator takes a moment to laugh at their own joke. "One of the most ferocious things about a bear is their unending appetite. They're always hungry and looking for more food, even when they're eating."

The footage changes to images and videos of bears getting served, and being surrounded by, food. Henry's stomach starts to growl as he sees the food, causing him to unconsciously rub a hand, which is thickening into a clawed paw, across his increasingly hairy belly. He rubs it a couple of times, enjoying the feeling of his fur on his growing paw pads. Hair covers the majority of his body, making him look like a person with fur glued onto them.

"Bears are also quite in shape too...if you count 'round' as a shape!" The narrator laughs again. "With all the food they chow down, it should come as no surprise that their bodies are as large as their appetite. The fat forms of a bear is a byproduct of their love of food, and they're proud to show it off!"

Fat bears dominate the TV screen. Some chubby, some obese. The only thing in common is that they're all big, with Henry starting to join them. Each rub of his belly causes it to pack more and more weight into it, giving him the appearance of a very well-fed man. The excess weight finally pushing his appearance to more bear-ish than human. Even his dick and balls weren't safe from the growth as they fatten and enlarge with each jerk.

"You might be asking 'why can't they just exercise and not be so fat?' That's because bears are inherently lazy creatures. They'd much rather lounge around, engaging in their vices, than being productive. Why stretch their muscles when they can stretch their bellies with another meal. Why go for a jog when they can rut together in bed. Why work a 9-to-5 job when they can watch TV. This is why I said that bears you would have met were exceptions to the normal rules; They're all too busy being lazy to be seen in public."

Videos of what is being spoken are shown. Fat bears eating. Fat bears fucking. Fat bears watching TV. It was making Henry relax even harder on the couch. His new form, which he still hadn't noticed, was making him uncomfortable and he needed to fix that to relax properly. With a sharp claw, his liberated his body from the tight confines of his clothing as he rip and tore them off. Now naked, he became to smile as his muzzle started to form.

The narrator had been completely right, he thought. He shouldn't have to go out and work a boring job when he can have all the fun in the world at home. His dick would be needing constant attention from now on, and leaving the house would interfere with that. And doing something as simple as eating out at a restaurant would be a no-go as his hunger would drain his wallet faster than he could fill his belly at one of those places!

"It's a good thing they're lazy and spend their time indoors too. Bears have two traits that go against what society considers normal. The first is their horniness. Even the most well-mannered and reserved bear is constantly half-chubbed with arousal flowing through their veins. Those who don't look like they have a small log in their pants will hide it with chastity, but that doesn't stop their internal feelings."

Henry laughed a little at that one as it started playing videos of bears jerking off and having sex. He knew all too well about what it means to be horny after watching the preview programme. But he did think it would good to know that his fellow bears felt the same as he does. At this point, the transformation had finished. His ears were little nubs on the top of his skull. His nose had extended into a muzzle with teeth perfect for tearing food apart. His body thick and fat, and covered in brown hair. His hands and feet had become four powerful paws with sharp claws.

"And the second is they're big 'ol dummies! Smart as a bag of rocks, and twice as dense. Most of their brainpower is spent trying to figure out the next feed or play with themselves. They hadn't evolved the need to think further, but that's okay. As long as a bear has a handler to look after them, they'll have all their needs looked after."

Images and videos of bears with dopey grins on the face are shown, and Henry has the same look on his face as his mind fogs over. His brain is still working just as it did seconds earlier, but his subconscious decides which information is worth accessing. And the first set of thoughts to get fogged over is all the negative thoughts on what's happened to him this night.

"And that, my newly bear brained viewers, is five minutes of fun bear facts! I would say that I hope you've memorised some facts, but I know you would have internalised them pretty well while watching them. As always, I free you from this programme's programming. You may change the channel, turn off your TV, or keep watching."

As the TV screen darkens, Henry instinctively hits the remote with a closed paw to try and stop it from continuing to the next programme. Staring at his dim reflection he sees a silhouette of his new form and looks down at his body. He stares at his paws in awe before rubbing them across his face, his neck, his body, his thighs. Feeling up his new body and loving every new sensation.

He returns a paw to his bear cock and begins stroking it over and over again. Each pump of his hand getting him closer to his second orgasm of the night. His free paw moves up to his nipples as he traces a claw over the sensitive area, eliciting a growl of pleasure as he alternates between them.

With the excitement of the changes, it doesn't take long before he cums again, painting his chest one more with his thick seed. It lasts longer than usual, a mixture of his new bear orgasm and his body expelling whatever traces of human were left in his balls. He moans and groans as if it was the first time he'd orgasm, and he can't wait for more.

But despite how horny he was, the day of exhaustion had caught up with him. It was nearing 2am, so after a quick cleaning of his chest fur, scooping up as much cum as he can and eating it, Henry stumbled through his home until his reached his bedroom. He barely had the energy to shut the door before he collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep instantly.

~~

The big bear woke up 12 hours later and started his day with a morning wank, not caring if his flatmate heard him moaning or growling. Upon finishing, he was starving from not having eaten anything for over 15 hours.

Henry emerged from his room naked and walked shamelessly through the house to reach the kitchen. Along the way, he heard familiar groaning coming from the living room. He wonder if he had left the TV turned on to that weird channel, but as he turned the corner he saw his flatmate, Chris, equally as naked as he was, jerking off on the couch. He was watching human and anthro bear porn, with the bear dominating the human.

"Chris?" Said Henry.

With just one look at Henry, Chris jumped up from the couch and started kissing and groping him. "Christ, Henry, is that you?"

Liking the sensations, he lets the now smaller human provide whatever worship he wanted to give. "Not that I don't appreciate what you're doing...but what are you doing?"

"When I woke up this morning," Chris says between kisses to the large furry belly, "I saw you had the TV paused on some weird TV station. It was the start of a show called 'Bear Necessities: How To Properly Care For Your Ursine'. I couldn't stop myself from watching it, and by the time it finished, all I could think about was how to submit to them."

"Well, I'm here now. No need for porn when you have me." Henry's stomach then growls. "But if you want to help me out, you can make me breakfast. I'm starving."

"Right away!" Chris says as he pulls himself away.

"Thanks," says Henry. "I'll be on the couch here. Just bring it out as it's made."

Henry then takes a seat back on the couch, kicks his paws up onto the coffee table, then starts masturbating to the hot porn still playing on the TV.