The room spins violently and you black out. The last thing you hear and comprehend in the three men's laughter.
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"Uhn, what happened?" you ask to no one in particular. "Where am I?" You've awoken to find yourself in an unfamiliar bedroom, with you in the bed. You feel sore all over, like you did a lot of physical activity earlier. You sit up despite your aching muscles' opposition and look around.
The room is rather bland, nothing more than four wood-paneled walls; other than the bed, there is only a wooden dresser. "Wood-paneled walls?" you think to yourself and remember what happened to you. You entered this cabin and blacked out after that man blew smoke in your face.
Fear grips you as you look around the room again. There are some clothes thrown on top of the dresser, clothes you realize you were wearing yesterday. You pull the sheet off of yourself and find your naked body underneath. To your dismay, you see that you're still what would be considered a "bear," your body hair and round gut are still there.
You leap out of the bed and head to your clothes. You need to get dressed and get out of this place. You need to get help, what has happened to you isn't natural. These guys need to be exposed for what they've done to you. You pick up your clothes but find something under them.
You look at the object and find that it's a photo album. You are afraid of what it may contain, but you open it anyway.
The first page has a photo of a large, hairy man. It takes you a moment to realize that man is you, in your new body. You're wearing your new Arctos threads in the photo, wearing your flannel shirt, jeans, boots, and the leather cap. You want to close the book, but something inside you demands that you see the rest of the album.
You turn the pages and find more photos of you, but in various stages of undress. The first few photos are of you taking your shirt off, exposing your hairy torso and suspenders. Then shots of you taking off your boots and pants, until you are clad only in your jock strap.
"What did they make me do?" you wonder. You look further into the book and almost scream in shock. The next page has a shot of you standing casually with your boots back on, but otherwise, you're just wearing a leather jock strap, harness, and cap.
You look on further and find the next batch of photos has you still wearing the leather, but now you're in various provocative poses. There are many shots of you lounging, showing off your prestigious bulge. One photo is from behind, of you showing off your hairy ass.
You go on to the next section of the album, but what you see makes you speechless with horror.