While his little brother was stumbling unknowingly and unalterably into bearification, Joe was busy with his shower just down the hall. Soaping up his lithe frame, his thoughts drifted to Stacy and the fun they’d have together once he let her know he was back from vacation. Sure, he’d been doing raunchy, unspeakable, and massively hot things with her brother less than twenty four hours ago, but as he slightly winced at the debauchery that definitely did nothing for the straight Joe, he figured that he certainly wasn’t himself, and Wayne wasn’t himself, and Pops and Cubby could do whatever they liked.
His hands drifted to his dick as he thought of Stacy. Closing his eyes he fantasized about reaching out and touching her supple breasts. Hardening up, he saw himself caressing her, the massive amount of muscle and hair covering the pec- Joe’s eyes opened wide, his heart jumping in horror at the foreign thought.
Thinking it weird, he reasoned it must be some sort of lasting effect of spending a full week as Pops. As he was explaining it away with himself, the feeling passed, and his mind drifted back to Stacy as both hands started working his meat in earnest. Finding his rhythm, he saw her looking at him, a seductive smile on her plump lips as she knelt down before him. His tempo quickened as in the shower his eyes rolled back, almost reaching a deserved climax just as her lips touched his cock and he could feel the bristles of her thick beard against him - Joe’s eyes popped open in shock - “What the fuuuuuUUUUU - WOOOOF!” Joe could actually hear his cum forced through him as the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had shot through a massive dick and splattered against the wall with such force and volume that the backsplash hit him square in his chest, dribbling down to his softening meat.
Pops took a finger and traced the line from his huge salt and pepper gorilla-like chest down to the tip of his massive uncut cock and brought the honey back to his eager tongue.
“Like ah fine wine; gets so much better with age. Hehe,” the deep voice rumbled with an innate masculine power and authority.
He turned the water off, taking a long deep breath of the smell of soap and sex carried by the steam of the bath, his dick twitching at the heady aroma. He stepped out of the shower, not bothering to dry off, checking himself out in the mirror, reveling at the feel of his wet fur moving across his beastly physique as he hit several poses from his old bodybuilding days. He hit a double bi, his arms just as big as his head, with matching shoulders and he could just make out his nips through his cum-soaked pelt, still pointing downward with the heft and thickness of his pecs even in the middle of the pose.
“Heh. Daddy needs needs his ‘gar,” the behemoth rumbled as he exited the bathroom, the musk of a fresh beargasm following him as he lumbered noisily down the hall to Joe’s room.