As you come down the stairs you hear a low velum conversation and soon see that the man in flannel has been joined by two other big hairy men. One is dressed like he just got off work from a construction site and the other is dressed like a cop. Fleeting images of 'The Village People' run through your mind.
The Bear that commanded you to put on the gear you're wearing looks up, taking a long drag on his cigar and exhales saying, "Good! We're ready to go. Gentlemen, we have a party to get to and you know I don't like being late, especially to one of Burt's parties. If we're more than 10 minutes late the buffet will be cleaned out."
The two new bears laugh, you admire how masculine, how furry these men are and how particularly handsome your bear is... wait! How did he become 'Your Bear'? You shake your head trying to clear it.
One of the two Bears notices and comments, "Looks like the gear is working, look at how long and bushy his beard is and that package!"
The other says, "Woof! Check out the beef, you didn't tell me he'd be a strongman!"
The one you now seem to think of as 'Your Bear' growls around his cigar, "That's my boy! That added gear packed on the muscle. That biker cap should help. I'll give him all of Moose's memories."
Moose... that's not your name, but maybe it is. It sounds right, but you could swear you have a different name... have you ever been called Moose? Sure you have... wait, that was only by these guys. You shake your head again, you don't understand why you feel so strange.
"Now let's stop yakin', it's confusin' my boy. Pile into the Hummer, guys. Butch and Gus only throw this party every couple of years and I showed up late last time and the goodies were all snapped up by the time I got there."
You're feeling pleasantly dizzy, like you've had a triple shot of whiskey, you realize that it's probably the effect of the leather gear you're wearing. You want to take it off... but it feels so good, so natural. Why did you want to take it off?.
You look down at your incredibly muscular body, your arms, legs your huge chest and bulging muscular belly covered in what could only be described as 'Man Pelt'. The leather looks so good on you! You wonder why you objected to putting it on. These men are your friends... no not friends, they're more like family. You know each of them intimately but... but you can't remember their names... you're sure it's just because you're drunk or high or something but you don't remember drinking recently. You're dizzy and just can't remember stuff... their names will come to you, you're sure of it. Everything will work out.
The three men head out the door, Your Bear turns, noticing that you're not quite 'with it' and wraps an arm around your shoulder.
He takes the cigar out of his mouth and kisses you on your very fully bearded cheek, "You're gonna love this, I promise." He whacks you on your butt rather hard and smiles. For some reason, the sting feels really good and you grunt deeply, deeper than you thought you could.
"Damn you're a sexy Bear!" He growls, putting the cigar back in his mouth, fondling your crotch just after. He urges you toward the Hummer as he shuts the door behind you.
You make it to the vehicle and squeeze into the passenger front seat. It's a big vehicle, but you're a VERY big man. There's no way you'd fit into most cars. Your Bear starts the beast up and rolls out of the driveway.