You continue to pleasure the bear, his dick having your undivided attention as you kiss and suck at the member. Your actions getting approving grunts from the bear. "That's the feeling, nothing like having a submissive bloke take care of you..." His gaze lowers as he stares at you, "Fuck, you look good like that." He has a rumbling laugh as his hand grabs the back of your head. "Think I'll keep you, my little submissive fox squire. So, let Papa Bear take control."
The idea of this big, dominating bear taking control of you enters your mind. Your eyes looking up at the bear as you contemplate the idea. Some part of you still trying to resist, still trying to keep you human. But your thoughts are short lived as the bear thrusts into you, holding your head still as he deepthroats you. Your body reacts violently to the sudden intrusion, you try to gag and gasp for air, but the bear holds you still. He begins to thrust faster and faster, the facefucking suddenly rapid as your eyes become teary and your body feeling faint. You feel like you'll pass out or maybe even die in a moment unless this bear stops, your eyes looking up at him, pleading him to stop, but he only gives you a stoic glare.
As you stare into his eyes, time seems to freeze. Your mind returning to the earlier question as you seem to have found your answer. You want this bear to dominate you, to make you his little submissive squire. You reaffirm this decision over and over as you feel your face tingle. Your mouth stretching forward into a muzzle as the bears dick now perfectly fits in your mouth. Your nose, now a black dot on the end of your muzzle presses into the bears pubic fur. Taking in his rugged and musky scent as the bear gives a joyous laugh. He continues to thrust his entire member down your throat, saying between grunts "I... Argh!... I like what I see!"
You feel tingles and itches on your face now, but decide to ignore them. Instead letting the bear continue to fuck you as you give in completely. Your hands rising to fondle the bears thick balls. Though as your hands enter your vision, you feel shocked. Orange fur covers them, and they end in small claws. Yet the shock only lasts for a second as your mind corrects yourself. Of course you have fur, of course you're looking thin and scrawny, you are a submissive fox after all!
Your focus goes back to the bear as his thrusting begins to slow, his grunts becoming louder as suddenly he holds your head still and roars. Your throat painted white as ropes of cum fill you up, load after load, each drunk by you willingly. When he finishes, he pushes you back and composes himself. "I... I ain't done!"
Taking your short break, you look over yourself. You're around a foot shorter, and most of your muscle seems to have left you. Instead, you're quite thin and very flexible, covered in orange fur. Your dick retracted into a sheath now, and your butt complimented by a bushy tail. Your tail swaying naturally as you admire your new form, but your admiration is short as the bear grabs your shoulder and turns you over.
If you were still a human you would be surprised, but your new fox mind knows how to take instructions from your commander. You go on all fours and lift your tail, presenting your ass for the bear. He lines up his member with your entrance, pushing himself in with a growl as you feel your ass stretch. Your pucker opening to allow the bears entrance, he shoves himself deep inside you and rests, his body lowering to the ground as he wraps an arm around you. His fat stomach pressing into your back as he begins to rock into you.
The thrusts hurt at first, yet with each one you feel your ass reshaping. Enlarging, stretching, becoming the perfect fit for your commander’s dick. After ten thrusts both of you are lost in pleasure. "Ahh, that's the perfect fit. Still tight, but fitting." Seeming satisfied, the bear quickens his pace, shooting a much smaller amount of cum in your ass as he roughly exits and lifts you off the ground. You go still for your commander, allowing him to do as he wishes. And what he wishes seems to be you draped over his shoulder, your head resting next to his as you close your eyes and recover from your ordeal. The last words you hear being "Papa will teach you more tomorrow... rest now squire."