Tim ignored the canvas bags just inside the door, he ignored the messed up sheets, what his eyes where drawn to was the sling on the far wall- there was someone in it!
Tim shifted slightly as the sight; he could smell better this way. He crept closer- the stranger smelt almost familiar; he realised he could smell his own lube make! As he stepped up to the sleeping man Tim realised there was one of his own massive dildos in his suspended ass. Kelvin stepped up behind him and exclaimed,
“Who the Hell is this guy and where the Hell did he come from?” Tim shrugged and noticed a piece of paper taped to the sleeping Human, he grabbed it off the man
“Feed Me Papa, I’m yours.” Tim said incredulously, “Whose idea of a joke is this?”
Graham stirred at the outraged voices, and growled slightly, Tim and Kelvin could only watch as he shifted slightly, though still only partially changed, he was defiantly a Werebear, though he seemed very thin for a Werebear.
“You don’t suppose the note is serious do you?” Kelvin asked, “Would someone dump a starving Werebear on you, Tim?” Tim shrugged again.
“Should we wake him?” he asked. Kelvin stepped past Tim and circled the past the suspended man.
“Probably a good idea” he said, and shifted to Bearman form. Tim nodded and followed suit. He reached out a hand and shook the thin man’s furry shoulder.