It was probably getting close to 10pm when we all heard the stairs to the basement start to creak. We looked up and there stood Big Jim. He was truly a bear biker. Jim stood about 6'4 and probably weighed close to 300 lbs. He was wearing an open leather vest showing his hairy muscular chest. His legs were clad in leather chaps with a leather jock barely containing his huge equipment. Jim's eyes scanned the room, taking us all in.
"So, what are you guys looking for tonite?", Jim growled.
Max spoke up, "Just lookin' to hang out with some other bears"
From behind Jim came a squeaky little voice. "Yeah, we like bears too", it said. Out of Jim's shadow stepped a scrawny, ugly little man. He stood only about 5'5 and probably didn't weigh more than 130 lbs. The man had stringy greasy hair and probably had never shaved in his life and there was not even a hint of a beard or mustache on his face. He was also wearing an open leather vest which displayed his emaciated sunk-in chest. His leather chaps would probably have fit a teenage boy. The leather jockstrap was a small, but that's all he needed to hold his 3" cock and peanut sized balls.
"This here is my buddy Waldo", said Big Jim. "He goes everywhere with me."
All of us looked over Waldo and agreed that he could really use our help.
"Hey Waldo, how would you like to become a big hairy bear like the rest of us?", queried Max. "Sssure, I guess", squeaked Waldo.
"Okay, let's get started on Waldo's transformation", I said with a gleam in my eye.