Twisting around, he compared his size and shape to vague memories, and finally realized he had been turned into a mature grizzly bear! This massive body was far thicker and larger than his human self, yet he felt normal. Being a bear felt normal. Something else different drove home as he felt a sudden need to urinate and it came out behind him. Her. Thomas was a female bear!
The fireflies around him chittered with laughter, apparently finding this transformation amusing. Oddly it was hard for Thomas to feel anger or even fear. It seemed like every minute he spent as a bear made the form more comfortable, more natural. No! He wasn't a bear! he was a human! Fighting the bear mentality was hard, but he found he could push back the instincts and more basic mentality if he concentrated. Details of his human past sharpened again, and he felt a very slight shift - although far slower, he was sure he was starting to change back.
This apparently got the fairies upset, for they started to swarm around him again. They covered his head now, tiny hands stroking his skull, trying to dull his thoughts, make him accept this new life. Ironically, rising anger helped him push back harder, and he felt himself start to change again. If he got away from the woods, back with the other humans, he was sure he could fight them all the way back.
A deep grunt and sharp smell broke his concentration, and Thomas twisted around to see a huge dark shape lumbering towards him. No, the approaching shape was the 'him' - Thomas had almost forgotten that 'he' was now a she bear. A she bear that eh fairy were even now bringing into season. Thomas felt her cunt getting slick, and a rising need began to join the normal instincts of a bear that kept trying to push their way into her mind.
The male rubbed against her and licked her cunt, sending shiver of pleasure that almost won Thomas over. She wanted the male badly as a she-bear, and there was an element of curiosity that had even the human part of her mind wanting to know. But if she let herself be mounted, it was likely she would end up pregnant. And then there would be no changing back, at least not until the resulting cub or cubs were born and raised.
The tremendous mental pressure eased suddenly as the fairy folk lifted away from Thomas. It was just the heavy male scent filling her nostrils, the brush of his fur, his nose against her sex. Thomas the bear wanted him badly, and Thomas the human was so curious. But the last remnants of the bot knew there was no turning back if the male entered him. There was a grunt and the huge male pressed against him pushing up and over. Thomas grunted and squatted instinctively, the bear part of her mind already submitting. Thomas had to decide now, before it was too late.