The site offered, for a fee and some personal information, the chance to be matched up with your perfect mate. It also required a recent nude photo, which was not hard for John to supply with his digital camera.
John thought to himself, "And just what kind of bear would think of me as their perfect mate? I'm a beanpole, more of an otter than a bear or cub."
Still, the site previews looked really promising.
He gave the site his personal information and waited for approval.
The next night John logged on and found in his e-mail that the background checks were completed and he was approved to join the site provided he pay the membership fee.
He was sure that there had to be some sort of catch, still, John whipped out his credit card in 15 minutes and a hundred bucks later, John was browsing through piles of bear fur, bushy beards and brawn.
None of the men were less than ursine gods. All of them were tall, hairy, bearded, muscled and more than a few had a nice layer of padding over those bulging muscles. John felt as if he'd hit the jackpot, every one of these men were either single or looking for someone else in their already open relationship. John kept thinking to himself, "What's the catch?"
John filled out his address and stats, downloaded the nude picture of himself and checked 'Grizzly' as his preferred type of mate. He clicked to enter the information and five names and pics of big ursine men popped up on the screen, all within twenty miles of him as his search had specified.
When John clicked on each picture, each of the gorgeous naked men morphed from man to grizzly and back. John was hard as a rock. These guys were obviously into fur and the morph from man to bear was extremely well done, Hollywood quality in fact.
John clicked on a particularly nice looking papa bear named Randy Mills. Randy had salt and pepper black hair and bear tattoos on his well muscled arms. He posed with scowl on his handsome face, a fat cigar and a fat boy Harley. John was most impressed by the morph that kept the smoldering cigar in the mouth and shifted Randy's body over his 'Hawg' in a very natural pose. John took a moment or two to jack off as he watched Randy change back and forth.
Randy was apparently looking for a cub he could 'improve'. John wondered what kind of improvements Randy had in mind. No doubt Randy would want John to get some tattoos and gain some muscle so that the bandanna, t-shirt and jeans he always wore with his black boots would make him look more like Randy's li'l bro. John looked through the other four, but kept going back to Randy. He decided to respond.