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The Diner's New Cub

The alarm started blaring, and Lanceton rolled out of bed to turn it off. He yawned, stretched, and grabbed his clothes for the day from his dresser. He then walked down the hallway to the bathroom, needing to take care of some urgent business. He brushed his hair out of his eyes with one hand as he grabbed ahold of his semi-hard penis with the other to aim at the toilet. He let out a sigh of relief as the sounds of liquid on liquid echoed slightly through the bathroom.

As he washed his hands, he took a look in the mirror. 5 feet 11 inches of blonde hair, blue eyes, symmetrical nose, and full lips sitting upon a chiseled jaw looked right back. First Lanceton turned the shower on, then he began pulling off his nightwear.

Lanceton's gaze moved down as he took off his shirt. Glancing down, he took in his solid chest and rock-hard 6-pack, both shaved down to show off his body. As he leaned down and shed his bottoms, Lanceton saw the defined musculature on his arms and legs. Last but not least, he pulled down his underwear, revealing a soft 7 inches and average balls, surrounded by short pubic hair, with a toned butt on the other side.

After admiring himself in the mirror for a short while, he turned and got into the shower. He quickly but efficiently soaped up, making sure to get all the cracks and crevasses on his body. He then rinsed his body off, after which he reached over to turn off the shower. Lanceton grabbed his towel as he stepped onto the bath mat, rubbing himself from the top down to dry off. After he applied his deodorant and brushed his teeth, he gave one last look in the mirror and then dressed for the day.

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As Lanceton headed into the kitchen to find some breakfast, he saw the time on the stove clock. 'Shit', he thought as he realized he spent too long admiring himself and was running late for class. He quickly turned and dashed back to his room, pulling on the shoes and socks he left in the hallway. He stuffed his bag with his books and work and then ran out the front door of his apartment.

As Lanceton jogged to class, his stomach growled fiercely. He saw Bertram's Hole up ahead, a recently opened diner that sells donuts, bear claws, and other kinds of pastries all day. He debated on just passing by, not wanting to ruin his perfect figure, but as he drew closer to the door, the smell of fresh bread, frosting, and something else drew him in like a fish on a hook.

Lanceton stopped in front of the doorway and pulled out his phone to check the time. He saw he had 20 minutes before class started, but the college was only 15 minutes down the road. He decided he had enough time, and walked into the bakery.

When Lanceton entered, the scents that drew him in hit him like a ton of bricks. Overwhelmed, he stumbled over a small ledge in the shop and began to fall. Just before Lanceton hit the ground, strong hands reached out and grabbed him. As he was lifted and steadied on his feet, Lanceton heard a deep, rumbling voice.

“Are you alright, boy?"

He turned and looked up and saw a large man. At least 6 foot 10, with dark lips, brown hair with grey streaks, a similarly colored beard, and brown eyes sat upon a round yet strong face, smiling down on him.

“Yeah, I'm fine.", Lanceton replied as he stood up fully, a bit red from embarrassment at his stumble. As the large man stepped away, Lanceton could take in his form entirely. In addition to his furry facial features, his head sat upon a thick neck, which in turn sat on the broadest shoulders Lanceton had ever seen. His arms were larger than Lanceton's legs, thickly corded with muscle under a large layer of fat., and his legs were even thicker than that. An apron covered an ample yet strong belly and chest, and from what Lanceton could tell, he was covered in hair so thick, it could be called fur.

“You sure kiddo? You're looking a little pale there."

“Yes-", Lanceton's reply was interrupted by his stomach, once again loudly protesting the lack of breakfast.

As Lanceton blushed, the large man laughed and said, "I guess you must be a little woozy from hunger. Let me get you something to eat."

As he went off to the counter, Lanceton took the opportunity to look around. The floor was patterned with light green and brown tiles. The counter in front was lined with large stools, and there appeared to be menus in front of each of them. Directly behind that seemed to be a large open kitchen, lined with stoves, ovens, and cabinets. To Lanceton's left and right were large booths with tables in the middle, each one possessing 2 menus. On the far walls to either side sat smaller tables with 2 chairs. These lined just short of the bathrooms, men's on the right and women's on the left. There were trash cans next to each bathroom and two more directly to his right and left on either side of the door. There appeared to be a door behind the kitchen presumably leading upstairs

“Here you go boy, fresh from the oven.." Lanceton looked up in surprise at the large man holding out a paper bag filled with donuts, each covered with a thick glaze. “I can't pay for so many!", Lanceton tried to reject them but the large man just laughed and said they were on the house.

“Thanks, I guess. My name is Lanceton.", He held out both hands, one to take the bag of donuts, and the other to shake the large man's hands.

“Well kiddo, it's nice to meet you, my name's Bertram. I'm the owner of this fine establishment." Bertram smiled and shook Lanceton's hand as he passed over the bag. “Make sure to eat those now, can't have a growing boy going hungry."

As Lanceton took the bag, he remembered that he was supposed to be on his way to school. He quickly took the bag, thanked Bertram again, and turned to run out the door. Bertram watched him go, with a mischievous and hungry look in his eyes.

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Lanceton burst into the lecture hall just before the class started, his professor raising an eyebrow while he slid into his seat. His ears went slightly red and he looked away until the professor turned back to the lectern.

As class started, his belly once more rumbled. As he looked at the paper bag, figured that just one donut couldn't hurt. He opened the bag, and the same scent of fresh bread and something mysteriously familiar wafted out. He reached in a pulled a donut out, his mouth watering as he held it up.

Lanceton nearly moaned in delight as he bit into the first donut, somehow tasting both salty and sweet. The donut was somehow just the right temperature even though he had picked it up a while ago. The glaze melted in his mouth, releasing more of that contradicting flavor.

He soon found himself at the end of the donut, licking the rest of the glaze off of his fingers. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed him so thoroughly enjoying his donut, and seeing everyone paying attention to the board, he let out a small sigh of embarrassed relief. Lanceton slipped the rest of the donuts into his bag as he took out his books for class, and set the bag down on the floor.

As the class progressed, he didn't seem to notice his hand sneaking down and grabbing a donut to eat. Lanceton took a big bite, and his donut quickly disappeared.

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After class, Lanceton went to the college pool to swim for an hour. Afterward, he got dressed back into some regular clothes and started walking home. As he paced down the street, his stomach growled, and checking his phone he realized that it was almost noon.

Lanceton remembered the donuts in his bag and shrugged it off of his shoulder. As he reached inside to grab one, his hand only met paper. Confused, he pulled out the brown paper bag the donuts were in and saw that it was empty.

'Shit, someone must have stolen the rest of them while I was in the pool.' Lanceton thought as he failed to realize that he had eaten them all during class.

As he got closer to his home, he noticed a familiar smell. Lanceton turned his head and saw Bertram's Hole, and at his stomach's insistence on food, he walked over and went inside.

Lanceton entered and looked around noticing the smell of pastries was still present, but much weaker than before. In its place was the smell of meat, as well as that same mysterious scent from earlier. As he sniffed and tried to remember where that smell came from, he failed to notice Bertram's large figure walk out of the kitchen doorway.

“Nice to see you again boy." Lanceton jumped and let out an undignified yelp as he opened his eyes and saw Bertram standing in front of him chuckling. As he tried to regain his composure, Bertram said, "What can I get you for lunch, I just finished getting everything ready."

Lanceton looked down at the menu and went with burgers and fries with a cold milkshake on the side. Bertram hustled over to the kitchen area to start cooking, and Lanceton took the moment of reprieve to calm his beating heart.

20 minutes later, the food was done. As Bertram brought it all over, Lanceton notice he was carrying two trays. Bertram set them down in front of him and sat down on a chair on the opposite side of the counter.

“You don't mind if I join you bud? No one else has come in yet so I thought you might enjoy the company." Bertram didn't wait for an answer and simply started digging in.

Lanceton looked down at his food and noticed it was almost three times as large as expected. The burger had three patties, and the fries were seemingly innumerable. Not to mention the milkshake that came in a beer mug sized glass. Lanceton looked up at Bertram and the man simply said, “A growing boy needs his food, so eat up."

As he picked up the large greasy burger, he opened his mouth to bite at its jaw-stretching thickness. He bit down, and a burst of flavor flooded his mouth. He began voraciously devouring his food and Bertram grinned and ate his own. Lanceton soon finished his food and gulped down his milkshake, both with a similarly salty-sweet taste as the donuts, leaving himself full almost to the point of pain, with his belly distended in his form-fitting shirt.

“So cub, where do you live?" Bertram asked. “I live down the road in an apartment for rent. I'm gonna have to renew my lease later on today so I don't get kicked out." Lanceton replies, feeling stuffed and drowsy.

As they make small conversation, Lanceton doesn't realize that under his full belly, his cock has begun to harden.

“You okay cub, you're looking a little sleepy," Bertram said and Lanceton's eyes shot open. He started to apologize and get up to leave, but the large man stopped him. “I can't let you go wandering around while you look like you're about to pass out on your feet, you can crash on my couch upstairs and take a nap."

Feeling too full and tired to argue, Lanceton followed Bertram to the kitchen door. Walking down the hallway, they passed by one door that looked like a storage room and another that seemed to lead to a freezer. They reached the stairs and began going up. Even though, it was only one flight, by the time he got to the top Lanceton was panting and sweating. He stumbled on the last step, but before he hit the ground, Bertram grabbed him and lifted him.

Lanceton whined in protest and tried to wiggle out of his grip, but soon gave up and settled into Bertram's arms. He sleepily yawned and closed his eyes as Bertram shifted his grip to hold Lanceton in one hand and open the door in the other. Soon enough, he found himself laying on a couch, with that familiar and now comforting scent surrounding him. As he drifted off, he heard Bertram say, “Get some rest cub, you've got a brand new life soon enough."

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An hour later, Lanceton was still asleep but he was sweating like a pig. His dreams were wild and strange, most featuring Bertram in some way. His cock had soaked through his pants with precum as his rigid dick turned into a broken faucet. Moaning and humping the air, he began to change. First came his skin, growing gradually darker. Next, his hair started growing all over his body, becoming darker and thicker with every passing moment.

His hands and feet began to pop and crack as bone and muscle shifted and changed, both growing wider as his toes grew longer and his fingers shorter, his nails becoming embedded in his skin and growing darker, sharper, and longer. He started to grow taller and his limbs became thicker as muscle packed on by the pound and fat even more so. His chest and belly blew up like balloons, his hard pecs become soft moobs, and his flat belly became a squishy, furry gut.

Soon enough the change reached his face as the bones and cartilage around his jaw and nose began to crack and extend. His nose turned darker and thicker as his teeth rearranged themselves and grew sharper.

Last but not least, his cock, balls, and ass changed. His dick grew thicker and longer and the base became surrounded by a thick tube of flesh and fur. His balls swelled to the size of lemons and began to let out even more precum. Meanwhile, his ass grew muscle and fat, becoming the perfect ass to watch as you plow or spank it. To finish off the transformation, a short, nubby tail grew right above his ass.

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He awoke with his head fuzzy, not remembering who or where he was. As his vision cleared, he looked up and saw a massive bear standing over him. He scrambled off of the couch in fright but immediately fell due to his lack of equilibrium.

“Hahaha, what's got you so scared boy, don't you recognize your daddy?" The bear laughed and he stared in shock. “Daddy?" he said questioningly.

“Yeah boy, I'm your Papa Bear. Who else would be the daddy of a cute little bear cub like you?" He looked down and saw that he had paws and fur and a SNOUT. Momentarily shocked into silence, the larger grizzly spoke, “Lance, you messed up the couch, we just got a new one. If you keep doing this, I may just put you in diapers again."

Suddenly embarrassed, he ignored the little voice in his head screaming that something was wrong. His daddy grabbed him, sat down on the couch, and pulled him over his lap. Startled, the cub couldn't do anything until the first heavy smack of a paw on a rump resounded through the apartment.

Realizing what was happening, Lance tried to wriggle away from the sharp pain but froze as Daddy growled in warning. Soon enough he was bawling and saying, “I'm sorry Daddy! I'm sorry!"

The big bear gave him a few more smacks before letting him up, looking at his sniffling cub. He noticed the boy's rock-hard member and grinned a predatory smile. “You're not off the hook yet buddy. You need to make up for your accident." Bertram said as he leaned back and spread his legs his chubbing member in full view of the cub.

Lance looked down at his daddy's member and a wave of musk hit him. Some part of himself remembered it as the mysterious scent he had been smelling all day. However, the cub's attention was on his Papa Bear's dick.

Lance sank to his knees between Bertram's legs, his snout seeking the source of that musk. As soon as he found it, he opened his mouth and took a big lick from the bottom of the balls to the top of the member. His daddy growled in pleasure as his cub worshipped his cock and balls.

Soon, Bertram had enough of the licking and said, “Enough licking, it's time to start sucking on daddy's pole." He guided Lance as he took his member in his mouth, curling his lips over his sharp teeth. Lance bobbed up and down, sucking to the rhythm of his papa's throbbing meat.

As he worked his way lower and lower, the cock eventually hit the back of his throat and he gagged. He pulled back and went down again, once more being blocked by his throat. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Bertram started to become impatient. The older bear grabbed Lance's head and as he went down, pushed down and thrust up, forcing his way past the cub's gag reflex.

Suddenly full of cock, Lance's throat constricted to try to push the invader out. Bertram stood up, pulled back, and once more bucked in. After a few failed attempts, Lance began to find a pattern that allowed him to breathe. Soon enough though, his daddy's thrust became harder and more erratic, the orange-sized balls slapping audibly against his chin. Suddenly, Bertram roared and buried his cock down the cub's throat, releasing at least a gallon of salty-sweet cum straight into his cub's belly.

As Lance's airway was cut off, he started to get tunnel vision. Before the darkness closed in completely, Daddy pulled out and sprayed the last of his load on Lance's face. Gasping for breath, he looked up and saw Papa Bear's dick was still hard and throbbing, all ready to go another round.

Lance squeaked as he was picked up and carried down the hall to a large bedroom. He was unceremoniously tossed onto the massive bed and Bertram crawled onto it behind him. As he got up to his hands and knees, he felt a paw on his back, keeping him from getting up any further.

As he looked over his shoulder to see what his daddy was doing, he heard him say, “What a cute little rump you've got here cub, I can't wait to break it in." Lance then felt a paw on his dick and it rubbed up and down until it was slathered with his pre. After the paw pulled back, he felt a single finger slowly but surely press into his hole. He instinctively clenched, but Bertram simply kept applying pressure until it gave in.

Lance whined in pain and pleasure at the intrusion. As the digit pushed deeper and passed the second knuckle, it suddenly hit something inside of him that sent a shock of pleasure radiating through his body. Lance arched his back and pushed back onto the finger, eager for more stimulation.

“Seems I found your pleasure spot boy." Bertram wiggled his finger against the cub's prostate and was rewarded with another gasp and moan. Soon enough, they developed a rhythm, with Lance pushing back as Bertram pushed in. He moved back harder and harder until suddenly, a second digit slipped into his hole alongside the first.

Lance's yelp of pain at the sudden stretch soon turned into a low moan of pleasure as his daddy quickly found his prostate.This process repeated itself once more, with Bertram using three fingers to stretch his boy's hole.

As Lance moaned in pleasure from the three large fingers, his daddy suddenly pulled them all out. Whining and bucking back against air at the suddenly empty feeling in his hole, he didn't notice the bed shifting until a large wait dropped on him.

“Well boy, tell me what you want." Bertram said as he pressed his large round cub fucker up against Lance's hole.

“I…I want…"Lance's voice trailed off as a fading voice in the back of his mind suddenly surged in desperation. His Papa Bear noticed him right on the edge, and decided to give him a little push. He reached down under his cub, and began stroking Lance's dick as his own pressed insistently at his hole.

The sudden surge of pleasure smothered that fading voice, and soon enough Lance replied with, “I-I want you to fuck me! Fill my cubby hole with your fat dick! I need to feel your seed filling me up like a jelly donut! Please, Daddy, Please!"

Lance's begging turned into a loud moan of pain and pleasure as his daddy grabbed his hips and slammed the 16 inch cub fucker deep inside of him. Despite feeling it stretch his jaw earlier, and the fact that his daddy had prepped him using his fingers, he was suddenly full to bursting of long, thick, throbbing daddy cock.

“That's it cub, take my dick into your tight little hole. When I saw you the other day, I knew I had to make you mine. I used my special cum in the glaze of your donuts and the secret sauce on your lunch. Steadily corrupting you until your cute little ass was mine for the taking." Lance hardly heard the words as he was lost in the pleasure of his daddy fucking him. Every thrust slammed against his prostate, making him cry out wordlessly for more.

Soon enough, both daddy and cub reached their breaking points. Bertram pulled back, and slammed deep into his cub's hole one last time, roaring out in primal pleasure. Lance felt spurt after spurt of hot Daddy cum filling him, changing him. He to joined his daddy in his roar as he spurted what little remained of his old self onto the bed. They both collapsed onto the bed, the cub partially smothered by his daddy bear.

“I love you Daddy." Lance said, with all the tired affection he could muster. “I love you to cub, now get some rest, because tomorrow is your first day." Papa Bear replied as they settled in, his semi-soft dick still deep in the cub's hole.

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The next morning, two large men could be seen through the diner's storefront, looking similar enough to be father and son. The younger was the spitting image of the older one, just without the grey streaks in his hair. The elder looked out the window down the street, where a bunch of stuff from one of the apartment was put out on the curb. He smiled and turned to look at the younger man, growling in lust as he went and bent his cub over on the floor behind the counter. That is how the new life of a young bear began" his life as the diner's new cub.