Inside the Dining Room of the Maxwell residence, Lester’s father mauls upon a large barbeque drenched T-Bone
steak. The man sinks his sharp canines into the juicy meat causing the sauce to splatter onto his white beard
and mustache. He voraciously rips off a piece and begins masticating the delicious beef. “Ain’t ya gonna
finish eatin’, boy?” asks Maxwell as he chews.
C.J. cringes at the sight of Maxwell’s eating and slowly pushes his plate away. “N-no thanks, mister. I’m
stuffed.”
“Ah well. Suit yerself.” Maxwell swallows the contents and continues eating.
C.J. sits quietly as he thinks about his friends and [INSERT YOUR NAME HERE]. Soon afterward, he begins to
hear faint shouting in the distance.
“Awww… C’mon, babe!! Let’s go! It’ll be fab!” begs a rather effeminate voice. Footsteps are heard on the
wooden staircase, and out from the basement door came 2 fairly fat men in suits.
“I’m not too sure about this… It looks expensive,” replies the larger one.
The skinnier of the 2 smacks the other on the back with what seems to be a travelling brochure. “Oh Tony, I
wish you stop being such a cheapskate for once!”
The larger one groans before walking inside the Dining Room. “So this is where you been Graham. Where’s Allen
at?”
“Outside sommers (somewhere). He went n’ asked yer limo driver to take that boy’s buddies home,” answers
Maxwell as he continues eating.
The guy then looks over at C.J. who stares back at him. “Yo kid, how you doing?”
“Uh… okay, I guess...” he answers timidly.
“You enjoyin’ your meal?”
“Y-yeah…” C.J. tries hard to avoid taking a glance at the carnivore across the table and forks in a small
amount of mash potatoes.
The guy then shoves his hand ontopof C.J’s shoulder. “Heh. Well, that’s good.” He then turns back to Maxwell.
“So why he’s still here?”
“’parently he lookin’ fer anutter’ one of his buddies,” he replies as he wipes his mouth. “And before you gon’
n start tryin’ ta hide it, the lil’ fella here already knows ‘bout our little “secret.”
“Oh he does, huh?” He turns his head back to C.J. “So what’s his name, runt?”
“[INSERT YOUR NAME HERE].”
“[INSERT YOUR NAME HERE] hmm? Sorry, my mind is coming up blank.”
The other big guy comes into the dinner room as he looks at the brochure. “Oh look, hon; the cruise is going
to have rock climbing and a big golf course as well!”
“Adrian dear, I’m in the middle of talking with this kid here. Let’s talk about this later, alright?”
“Grrr!! Fine! Whatever!” The big effeminate guy stomps out of the dining room, heads for the hallway bathroom,
and slams the door shut behind him.
“Hey, this ain’t yer house dammit!!” yells Mawell. “Don’t go slammin’ mah doors like that!!”
“Sorry Graham. He can be a little hot headed at times.”
“Tch!” Maxwell finishes his steak and drinks the rest of his beer. Next, he rises from his seat and takes his
and C’J’s plates into the kitchen.
“Now then,” says the guy as he turns to C.J. “I haven’t got your name yet.”
“It’s C.J.”
“That’s a good runt-like name for you.” He reaches into his suit pocket, pulls out his calling card, and hands
it to the teen.
“Name’s Anthony Steel, but other’s just call me Tony. I’m part of Customer Relations for Arctos Industries.
I’m pretty sure you already met my superior, Allen, correct?”
“Yeah, he already told me a little about what you guys do.”
“So what exactly do you know about us?”
“Well, I know you guys supply and cater to the gay bear society. I also know about your “special” product that
has the ability to change ordinary people into gay bears.”
“I see… So what do you think of it?”
“It’s downright sick of course! My friend’s lives were changed because of that thing!”
“Wait a sec… “Friends”? As in more than one?”
“Yeah, my best friend [INSERT YOUR NAME HERE] was changed into a smelly redneck; possibly against his own
will!”
“Really? That sound’s awful. Hey Graham, you know anything of this?”
“Yep,” he shouts from inside the kitchen. “I sold sum special chaw to the son of one of mah ol’ smokin’
buddies. He probably ended up givin’ some to that boy’s friend.”
“You what!?” gasps Tony. “Graham, you don’t go selling classified company products to teenagers! Who gave you
the authority to do such a thing!?”
Maxwell walks back into the Dining Room and looks at Tony in surprise. “Why Allen did o’course. He said it’d
be fine as long as ah sold it to only 1 person. Didn’t he tell ya?”
Tony shakes his head. “I can’t believe he would allow something like that…”
“So if I’m getting this straight, sir” comments C.J as he turns to Maxwell. “The person you sold the chaw to
is none other than Cletus Stanley, correct?”
“Yep, if’n anyone knows where yer friend at; I’d be him.”
Finally, everything is becoming clear to C.J. Now, if only he could get his hands on the culprit. Suddenly,
the doorbell rings and Maxwell goes to answer it. Before opening the door, he peeps out the side curtain to
see who it is. “Speak o’ the devil; guess whose outside mah door ya’ll?”
C.J. rises from the chair and anticipates himself as Maxwell opens the door.
“Well well, if it ain’t Cletus boy. I didn’t reckon I’d see yer hind agin’ (again) so soon.”
Cletus adjusts his suspender straps and walks inside. “Ah rushed over as soon as ya called. I know ya didn’t
want mahself to come straight away, but…”
“Can it, boy. Where’s the rest o’ mah money?”
“In this ol’ chest here. Take it.” Cletus hands over the chest he took from home earlier. “That there’s the
last of what mah pa left fer mah bro and I.”
Maxwell opens the chest, pulls out a huge wad of cash, and fans through it. “Heheh. Now THIS is what I’m
talkin’ bout! Thanks fer doin’ business wit’ me.”
“CLETUS!!” yells C.J. as he runs over.
“Huh? Hey, yer that one twerp from school earlier. What ‘n havens name yer doin’ here?”
“Where’s [INSERT YOUR NAME HERE]!? What’ve you done with him!? I know everything so don’t bother trying to lie
your way out of this!” Maxwell halts C.J. from advancing by grabbing ahold of his arm.
“Uh… Wh-what yer talkin’ bout, C.J.? Ah ain’t done nutin’ to him.”
“Hey kid, it’s not good to play stupid like that,” responds Tony as he approaches the group.
Maxwell lets go of C.J’s arm. “The boy here knows what’s goin’ on, Cletus. Jus’ tell’em where he’s at
already.”
“Fine… He’s stayin’ wit’ me at mah house now. I’d be bes’ you jus’ forgit ‘bout him though. Yer friend ain’t
ever comin’ back.”
C.J. begins to tear up. “Like hell I will! You don’t understand! He’s more then just a friend to me! He’s…
He’s... Dammit, I love him! He may not have known, but I’ve always had feelings for him. I’m not going to sit
by and watch as my best friend is taken from me!”
“Woah woah, keep yer britches on boy. It’ll be alright,” consoles Maxwell.
“So why exactly did you need Arctos’s tobacco in the first place?” asks Tony. “I’m sure all that money wasn’t
spent to change this kid’s lover into some simple bear for no reason at all.”
Cletus paused. “If’n yall really want to know, I used that chaw in order to get mah big bro back!” he shouts.
Maxwell eyes widen. “Y’mean to tell us you change this here’s friend into Clifford!?”
“Clifford?” asks C.J.
“It’s his older brother,” replies Maxwell. “He got killed in a bad car accident several months ago.”
C.J. turns back to Cletus. “But why [INSERT YOUR NAME HERE]!? Why would you change him?”
“’Cause it was his parent’s that killed mah big b in that accident!” shouts Cletus. “Yer the one who doesn’t
understand! Mah bro was like mah pappy to me. He was a real nice fella who always stayed at mah side whenever
ah needed him most. All that went out tha window when that fool’s parents decided to speed over 80 on the
highway. What’s worse was that them confounded media jackasses blamed mah bro for tha accident just to satisfy
the masses! “No, it wasn’t the loving couple that caused the accident, but the drunken low-class redneck that
did!” he mocks. “Them folk literally made mah bro the bad guy when it was the other party who caused the
accident!”
“But that’s crazy!” yells C.J. “Why would you abduct someone who has nothing to do with that incident and turn
him into your dead brother!? You’re insane.”
“Don’t call me insane. It’s only rightful ah take back what’s stolen from me!”
C.J. balls his fist up and grits his teeth, “You…”
Just before he swings, Tony grabs his waist and holds C.J. back. “Don’t. Violence won’t solve anything.”
“So, have any regrets ‘bout what you did, Cletus?” asks Maxwell.
“For C.J. here, yeah. Ah know how it feels when someone ya love gets stripped away from ya; fer that, ya have
mah deepest apologies. On the otherhow, ah can’t forgive [INSERT YOUR NAME HERE]’s parents fer what they’ve
done.”
C.J. calms down a little. “But… but…”
“Ah’m sorry fella, but the guy ya in love wit’ don’t exist ann’more.”
“Alright, enough of it, Cletus,” comments Maxwell as he turns to C.J.
“There… There has to be a way to bring him back, isn’t there? Can’t you guys just transform some random guy
into him?” suggests C.J.
“Normally we could, but in this case we don’t have a copy of the boy’s memories before he transformed.”
C.J. looks down as if all hope was lost. “No…”
“May I suggest a better idea?,” asks a familiar voice. Everyone turns their head and finds Pryce standing at
the front entrance. Before Cletus had time to react, Pryce creeps up behind him and slaps him in the forehead
with his glowing blue hands. The stout teen instantly went unconscious and falls ontop of Pryce’s black dress
shoes.
“Al-Allen sir? What are you doing!?” asks a surprised Tony.
“I prefer not to have this child (Cletus) hear what I have to say,” replies Pryce as he steps over Cletus and
next to C.J. “Now then, I’ve overheard your conversation somewhat; and on behalf of Arctos, I sincerely
apologize for your loss, young sir.” Pryce bows.
“What my companion here said is correct. Unfortunately, there is no possible way for you to reunite with your
friend before his change.”
“Th-then what do you suggest, huh?”
“If you can’t reunite with your friend before his transformation, then I suggest reuniting with him in his
current state.”
“What do you mean? He’s Cletus’s brother now. He’ll probably never recognize me.”
“If that’s so, then become Cletus himself.”
“What!?” yells C.J.
“Sir, what are you thinking…?” pleads Tony. “How would that change anything?”
“By becoming Cletus, he will be able to reconvene with his love one to some extent.”
C.J. goes into a slight panic. “B-but what about my family, my life, & my future? If I become this redneck,
everything I’ve known, everything I’ve worked for will be gone.”
“If you truly harbor deep emotions for your colleague, then it is a sacrifice you must accept. So what do you
say, child? Would you decide to stay who you are, or will you become Cletus? The choice is up to you.”
The teen grew silent as he weighs the benefits and consequences of both choices. “Can I have some time to
think about this?”
“Certainly; however, you only have an hour to come up with a proper decision before this other child wakes. If
no answer is made, then I will conclude your answer is no. Will this suffice?”
“Yeah, excuse me…” answers C.J. as he walks over Cletus and outside to think.
Meanwhile, Tony approaches behind Pryce and taps him on the shoulder. “What’s wrong with you, Allen?” he asks
with great concern.
“First, I heard you gave Maxwell the right to sell off company exclusives, and now you’re suggesting to some
kid about undergoing a transformation that’ll affect him the rest of his life!”
“Have you forgotten Arctos’s objective, Anthony? Not only do we minister to the bear society, we are to spread
our ways to as many potential civilians as possible.”
“Are you out of your mind? He’s just a kid, Allen! A K-I-D! He has a whole life ahead of him.”
Maxwell steps forward, “So? Jus’ cause he’s sum youngen’ doesn’t mean he can’t ‘come one of us. Hell, ya’ll
know ah showed mah boy our ways when he was young; look at him now, he’s a chip off the ol’ block. Maxwell
moves in-between the 2 and tosses his arms around their necks. “Tha more of our kind; the better, right
fellas?” And besides, Tony; you’re already helpin’ us change a youngen’ into a bear in order to hide company
secrets. I’m pretty sure that’s much worser than this.”
Tony sighs. “We’re changing that other kid because we have no choice! He could end up dead if we leave him how
he is now!” Tony escapes from MaxwelI’s arm. “Whatever. You 2 can do what you want. I and Adrian will take no
part of it.”
“Pff, suit yerself,” replies Maxwell as Tony goes back downstairs into the basement.
“Leave him be, Graham. Anthony will come to understand in do time. In the mean time, let’s get this other
child (Cletus) downstairs.”
Maxwell removes his arm around Pryce’s neck and begin’s to help carry Cletus downstairs into the basement.
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As C.J. ponders about his choices, Isaiah can be found relaxing on top of the wooden bench within the
bathhouse shower room. The now Caucasian man lays flat on his chest as Lester peels off the last remnents of
his uncle’s former black skin.
“How ya feeling, unck?” asks Lester as he works.
“I’m still a little itchy here and there, but I’m getting used to having all this fur now,” he answers as he
reaches behind and scratches his sparse top-back hair. “How about you? How are you holding up?”
Lester yawns. “I’m a little tuckered out actually. Normally a couple fellas be doin’ this, but since its jus’
you an’ me….”
“Oh… I see. What happened to that one hairy old guy that was here awhile ago?”
“Ya mean Roger? Uh… he ended up comin’ scared after seein’ ya like this and high tailed it,” he lies.
“That sucks… For an older man, I thought he was kinda good-looking too.”
“Psh… that guy was a filthy ol’ pervert…,” mumbles Lester.
“You say something?”
“Uh… naw. I’s jus’ thinkin’ how quick mah big unck got used ta bein’ a homo now.”
Isaiah blushes. “Heheh… yeah, I know right? Like I said before, bein’ attracted to guys isn’t bad at all. I’m
really starting to like it.”
Lester soons peels off the final covering of skin and slaps his uncle’s stout furry butt. “Whew! That ‘bout
does it. Yer completely a white fella now.
Isaiah turns his body and sits himself up. “Alright, time to see how much I’ve changed,” he says as he inserts
his large feet into the now small Easton shower sandals. “Dude… Look at the size of my pad’s, man. I didn’t
think my feet would’ve grown this much.”
“Whoowee, thems a good size bigger than mah pah’s alright. Look’s like ya got a pair of (U.S) size 17’s. Don’t
worry, big feet runs in mah… ah mean, “our” family heheh,” chuckles Lester as he points to his own large size
15’s.
Isaiah further examines his new self and takes a good look at his thicker arms. From the back of his meaty
hands all the way to his thicker biceps and shoulder pads; his arms is covered in a carpet of brown body hair.
His palm lines and even the general shape of his fingernails are also completely different.
“The hair on ya head’s comin’ in pretty nicely. It’s startin’ ta look like mine,” compliments Lester.
Isaiah rubs his scalp and couldn’t believe how different a Caucasian’s person hair feel compared to a Black
person.
“Wow, look at yerself, man. You really are part of mah kin now, unck. How ‘bouts ya go and take a long gander
at yerself in the restroom while I clean this place up.”
“Uh… Sounds good,” replies Isaiah as he rises from the bench. To no surprise, Isaiah’s sense of balance is
completely alien in this new figure. As soon as he begins walking, he stumbles to his knees.
“Need any help?” asks Lester.
“Naw. I’m fine.” Isaiah utilizes the shower walls and rises from off the floor. His newfound height made his
surroundings look alot different. “Dude, holy shit…! I’m a giant.” Isaiah stares down at Lester and is shock
to see how much he has grown. Before, he was just a tad taller than Lester; now, he’s several inches taller.
Isaiah thinks he might even be taller than Rico now. “Heheh, man; you look like a total shrimp from this
height,” chuckles Isaiah.
“Ah bet I do,” smiles Lester. “Who knew ah had genes like that in me? I’m guessin’ yer ‘bout 6’4 or 6’5. Heck,
pa is only 6ft. Be glad; yer tha biggest in the family now.”
Isaiah scratches his chin and could feel some stubble growing in. “I think I’ll head off and check myself out,
man.”
“Hey, don’t forget yer towel.” Lester picks up Isaiah’s towel from the bench, walks over, and hands it to him.
“Oh, thanks,” he responds before wrapping it around his waist.
“Uh… there’s sumthin’ else ah wanna give ya. Bend down for a sec.”
As soon as Isaiah bends, Lester lunges his arm around Isaiah’s neck, pulls him close, and deeply locks mouth
to mouth with him. Isaiah was surprised at first but soon allows Lester to lead his tongue around his own.
After a good several seconds of intimacy, Lester moves away from him and licks his lips.
Isaiah is completely flabbergasted by his friend’s action. “Woah, man… Um… That, was really sudden.”
Lester blushes and smirks. “It’s mah way of officially welcomin’ ya to the family, unck. From here on out;
instead of callin’ me “man” or “dude”, how bout’s ya go ‘head n’ start callin’ me yer lil’ nephew or sumthin.
Id help mold are image between us.”
“Okay um…. little guy. Eheh.” Isaiah pats Lester on the shoulder.
“Yep, me’s n’ you definitely gon’ havta work on this uncle/nephew thing later.”
“Right--,” Isaiah and Lester laugh.
Soon after, Isaiah utilizes the wall for balance and slowly paces out of the shower room. Still not used to
his new height, he accidentally bumps his forehead onto the locker room underpass. “Tchhh—Ow..,” he seethes as
he rubs his forehead. He pushes himself from off the wall in order to reach the restroom across the way.
Although a tad wobbly, he quickly get’s acquainted to his new build and begins to walk properly. Before
entering the restroom, he catches an open duffle bag atop of the bench near his locker at the corner of his
eye. He recognizes that it’s Monty’s bag and goes to check what’s inside. “Oh sweet! My clothes!” he rejoices
as he pulls out his blue jeans and T-shirt. He then compares the length of his jeans to his legs. “Too bad I
can’t wear these anymore,” he says to himself in his head. “Damn; and after I spent so much money on these to.
I don’t want to just throw them away though. They’re the last remnants of my old self.” He tosses the jeans
onto the bench which causes his can of tobacco to sliver out from the pocket and onto the floor. “Oh yeah… I
almost forgot about this.” With no hesitation, Isaiah picks it up, opens the can, and stuff some leaves into
his mouth. The taste is just as satisfying as before; however, he felt strange how he isn’t craving for it
like he was before. Infact, there’s no pain in his chest at all. He’ll ask Lester about it later, but first he
really wants to see how he looks now.
He stuffs all of his belongings inside the duffle bag (including his old shoes from his locker and his bottle
of AXE from before), shoulders it, and heads inside the restroom. As he walks, he itches at the side of his
jaw again and realizes his stubble is becoming thicker at an alarming rate. In addition, he finally notices
that he has been doing most of his actions with his left hand. He’s a leftie now. Just as he finishes
scratching, he finally comes across a mirror and gawks at the unknown man he sees before him. “Oh... my…” he
silently shrieks as he drops the bag. Isaiah knew he has changed a lot; but to this extent and in such a short
amount of time is simply astonishing. He looks absolutely nothing like he used to. He’s now a giant, hairy, &
a somewhat husky Caucasian male. No one will ever believe he used to be a black teenager. Even he couldn’t
believe a body like this used to be black. Isaiah couldn’t help but to achieve a full hard-on just by looking
at hisself. Before, he thought he wouldn’t come to like his new body; but now, he can’t deny how tough and
manly he looks. He moves his face closer and isn’t surprised by how much he looks like Lester… well, his
nephew. In fact, he looks more like he could be his big brother rather than his uncle. Like him, his head is
bulky and is supported by an equally thick neck. He leans his face upwards, rubs his new dense beard, and
cracks a smirk at how masculine he feels chewing his Tobacco and rubbing his chin fur. Above his charming
hazel eyes lie his thick brown eyebrows. Not only are they really hairy, he’s even sporting a mild unibrow
now. His nose is wide and bulbous and looks exactly like his nephew’s. Just under it is a thickening mustache
which is quickly beginning to obscure his mouth. Even the shapes of his ears are different; the lobes are now
loose and free. He spits some chew in the sink and shakes his head causing his already unkempt short hair to
become even shaggier. “This is kind of awesome,” he says as he backs away from the mirror in order to get a
full-view of himself. He looks down at his firm and hairy size 17 feet and wiggles his toes. Afterwards, he
twists his body, drops his towel, and stands in all of his naked glory. He crosses his arms and watches the
huge erection of his lengthy white uncut penis as it wobbles up and down. He smugfully cocks his head and
says, “So this is what I am now; a stocky and really hairy gay bear.” He hates that his old life is basically
over before it began; but at the same time, he truly loves the way he looks now. In an odd way, he’s quite
overjoyed that he can never go back to his old appearance. He’s now part of the racial majority rather than
the minority. No longer does he have to worry about such prior stigmas; another weight lifted from his
shoulders. Isaiah is quite satisfied with his current body; unfortunately, he knows he’ll have to indulge in
many more changes later. Maybe this ordeal won’t be so bad. He has faith that the rest of his new family will
welcome him with open arms. If not, he’s sure Lester, who’s practically his best friend now, wouldn’t leave
him hanging. Despite the outcome, he believes he’ll continue to live a standard life; perhaps a much happier
one in fact.
He can’t tell whether his mind-set is being influenced by his tobacco or not, but he’s currently feeling
awfully horny. After bucking his waist, he begins to stroke his mighty shlong with his main hand (his left)
and twists his hard right nipple with his other hand. Isaiah closes his eyes and grits his teeth as his mind
begins to race through various thoughts. He begins picturing all of the men he encountered today and starts to
thrusts his hip back and forth as if he’s really shoving his pride in their hole. He imagines working the
hinds of Rico first, and then he shifts to Lester, Monty, Graham, and even his friends Mark and C.J. He always
wanted to show how rough he could be to those wimps. Finally, he pictures that smelly redneck from school
earlier. At first, he thought that guy was boorish and foul; now, he thinks he’s really cute. In addition,
that foul odor he possessed still lingers in his mind. It was such a masculine and musky stench; to think that
such a handsome bear could be [INSERT YOUR NAME HERE]. He could only imagine what his rear smells like.
Isaiah’s baritone grunting intensifies as the thought of shoving his face against that guy’s bum and servicing
his sweaty hole with his tongue is simply too much to endure. He reaches his climax and ejaculates a thick
supply of seed on top the restroom floor in front of him; much more than he could’ve done in his prior body.
After pausing for a minute to recollect hisself, he realizes how much of an affinity for stench he has
acquired. Although he has accepted this change (and is quite enjoying it), he hopes this newfound fetish won’t
develop into something out right disgusting.
As soon as he calms down, he hears Lester humming a tune as he approaches the restroom. Realizing the mess he
had made, he scampers for his towel to clean up but is caught by Lester just before he bends down. “Um, wassup
Lester? Eheh”, he chuckles.
Lester notices the whitish puddles, walks up to Isaiah, and tugs his thick shoulder hair. “Didn’t ah tell ya
ta start callin’ me nephew-like stuff, unck? I’m “boy” to ya.”
“Ow! Alright, Alright! Let go of my hair, boy!”
Lester lets go and slaps his uncle on the back. “Much better! So what’er ya doing, unck? Cleanin’ up your
nut?”
“Um…yeah. Sorry ‘bout this. I was just so turned on by my new body that I… well, did this.”
“Heh; ah was only joshin’ wit ya. I didn’t thank it actually was. I’m glad yer fancying the new you though.
Don’t get too comfortable; ya got a lot more changes a comin’.” As Isaiah wipes up his jizz, Lester notices
the duffle bag on the floor. “Ah, I see ya found yer boy’s bag. Don’t be shy to take a gander through it. All
thems stuff inside’s yer property now too.”
“Yeah, thanks for getting my clothes back. I appreciate it.”
“Anytime,” answers Lester. “Hey… stop scrubbin’ that crap and let’s get a move on. My pa wants to see his
brother. One ov’are boys will clean later.”
Isaiah stands and flips his towel on his shoulder. “What am I going to wear though?”
“Ya got some stuff in that bag of yers.”
“I grew out of all my clothes, man… I mean, boy.”
“I ain’t talkin’ bout that ol’ crap.” Lester opens a different pouch from the bag, searches through it, and
pulls out a gray muscle t-shirt. “Catch,” says Lester as he tosses it to his uncle. On the front is a highly
elaborate design of a confederate flag with a flaming skull and a chopper motorcycle. Not only is it highly
damp with sweat stains, it’s littered with dirt marks and is torn slightly at the bottom.
Isaiah gives it a little sniff. “Peww…!” he reacts in disgust.
“Pew… Nutin’. Admit it; I know ya be liken that there musky smell,” replies Lester as he points at his uncles
slight boner. Then, he pulls out some dark grayish boxers, approaches Isaiah, and exposes the inner fabric
under his nose.
“St-stop, Lester.”
“Heheh, yer big willy’s excited,” he teases as he fiddles with his uncle’s stiffining member. “Don’t be
‘shameful of yer pleasures, unck. Us bears here at the Triple Crown take full pride of our fetishes. I happen
to have a thang fer nerdy skinny fellas wit’ glasses. Ah ‘specially fancy it when they start squealin’ like a
lil’ piggy. But that’s besides’ the point. Here.”
Isaiah hesitates before taking the boxers. Like the shirt, it’s also very damp with man sweat. In addition,
there’s a hefty-sized brownish-green shit stain and dried precum plastered on the inside. The foul smell began
to clog his mind with salacity.
“What’er ya waitin’ for?” asks Lester. “Stop bein’ such a pussy and sniff it. I know ya really want to.”
“Dammit… forget it. Lester’s right,” thought Isaiah. “I’m no longer that little pussy boy I used to be. I’m a
real man now. No, a real bear of a man; and I need to man up or else my family won’t accept me.” He closes his
eyes and takes in as much of the stench as he can. The stench of man fills his nose with lust causing him to
grunt and slowly lick the shit stain. “mmmm…” he moans as he begins to smear the boxers across his face.
“That a boy, unck. See? Ya don’t need ta hide yer feelings any longer. Yous and mahself are family. As a
matter of fact, all ovus bears at the Triple Crown are family; and yer a genuine Triple Crown bear like the
rest of us.”
As Isaiah continues to moan, he also raises the sweaty muscle shirt and starts smearing it along his face as
well. Once again, his lengthy penis hardens and precum immediately begins to slip out. Before he really drowns
himself in ecstasy, he straightens up and slowly returns to his senses. A big grin appears from out of
Isaiah’s thick beard and he spits some more tobacco in the sink. ”Your damn right I’m a bear, boy,” he proudly
claims. “I won’t hide it any more; the stentch of a man’s sweat, crotch, feet, and ass drives my crazy now.
Really, I love it so much. I like what I’ve turned into so far, and I’m honestly looking forward to what’ll
happen next. From now on you’ll never hear me dread of the past or make another complaint again. This is a
fresh new start of my life and I’m going to enjoy every new aspect like the proud gay bear that I am. Like a
true man. I promise.”
“Glad to hear! I’m proud of you,” smiles Lester as he rubs his uncle on the back. “And I’ll be here fer ya
every step of the way, big guy. I’lls take good care of ya.”
Isaiah is overfilled with joy by Lester words. He lightly kisses his nephew on the forehead and caresses the
back of his head. “I know you will, boy. I know you will. Let’s finish up here and go meet up with your
daddy.”
After Isaiah spits out the rest of his tobacco, he tosses on the dirty muscle shirt and slides on the filthy
boxers.
“That’s a mighty fine fit there. Them garments be much better on you than it ever did on Monty’s fugly hind
that’s fer shure.”
“Oh, so these are my boy’s clothes?” asks Isaiah as he smears the fabric against his crotch. “I didn’t think
he’d have such a fruity odor to him.”
“Get used to it ‘cause he ain’t too keen wit’ hygiene.” Lester pulls out something else from the bag. This
time, it’s a long gray sweat pants to match his muscle shirt. There’s a large flaming hot streak design
engraved on the side of the left leg. “He’d been workin’ out in this stuff fer the last several mornings. The
boxers and pants stretch so ya ain’t got ta worry bout’ bein too big to fit ‘em.”
Isaiah grabs the pants and doesn’t hesitate to put them on. He became quite fond of his stomach flab slightly
hanging over the pants and jiggles it. “You ready? Everything’s cleaned up right?” he asks.
“Other then yer milk on the floor, yep. Ah gots all yer old skin in a trash bag rearin to be burnt.”
“Burnt? I guess you have to destroy the evidence, huh?”
Lester nods his head. “mmhmm, sorta. Everything ya brought here’s gonna hav’ta go. There can’t be any traces
of yer old self ever bein’ here.”
Isaiah reluctantly looks down as he knows he’ll have to get rid of his old clothes. It’s not like he’ll be
able to wear them again anyway.
“Your old clothes’ still in this here duffle bag, right?” asks Lester as he searches.
“Yeah, go ahead and toss them. My wallet should still be in my old pants pocket to. I’m your uncle now and I
don’t want any reminders of my old self.”
Lester finds the clothes and tosses them in an empty trash bag. “Hey unck, I’m glad yer committed now, but
don’t forgit that yer still you. If’n yer ain’t careful, yer gonna end up throwin’ away a load more than just
yer clothes.”
“Right.” After Lester finishes up, Isaiah slides on his sandles again, re-shoulders’ his duffle bag, and the
two of them began to exit the back compound. Once outside, Isaiah takes in a deep breath of fresh air. He’s
been locked inside that place for far too long and it’s good to finally see the night sky again. As they pace
towards Lester’s home, they discuss more about the transformation and the final outcome. Other than the
primary plan of turning Isaiah into a strict manager and Monty’s father, Lester didn’t know much as well.
Isaiah hopes his brother will give him some answers.
“So unck, how old do ya think yer are now?” asks Lester as they continue onward.
“I’m still technically 18, right?”
“HA! Not lookin’ like that ya ain’t.”
“Heheh yeah, you got a point. Well… I guess I’m in my mid twenties now. Yeah, I think I could probably pass as
27.”
“A 27 year old as my big unck? Ah reckon that’ll do fer tha time being. Jus’ ta let ya know, ah’m 20, Monty’s
29 and ah think mah pa is 62, I’s forget. Don’t tell him that.”
“You’re 20 and still in High School?”
“Ah got set back twice. This be mah final year and ah can’t wait. Fuck school.”
“I know! Same here. Oh wait! I’m 27 now. I’ve already graduated a long time ago.” Isaiah laughs heartfully. He
then pauses, looks at his meaty hands, and smiles. “Wow, to think I’ve changed this much and in such a short
amount of time.” Then, he began to flex his arms and do various poses as if he’s a bodybuilder while walking.
“Mmgh!” he grunts as he strikes a pose. “I went from being an emotional wreck to this manly bear that can’t
wait to keep changing. I mean, I actually want to become just like that bear I was in my dream. And it’s all
thanks to you, boy. You’ve stayed at my side supporting me and helping me man up to bring out my true nature;
for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
“Aww shucks, yer makin’ me blush agin’, unck. Don’t thank me. Wes more than just friends now, we’re kin and
kin should ahways help one anutters.”
Isaiah gleefully throws his left arm around his nephew’s neck and pulls him close. “Oho, you don’t know how
right you are, boy. I’m glad my bro raised you to be such a respectful young man.”
“Hot dog! Yer really are startin’ ta sound like mah uncle.”
Isaiah gives Lester a really rough noogie. “That’s cause I AM your uncle, boy,” he smiles.
“Hey! C’mon, unck. Quit rufflin’ up mah hair.”
“Aww! Don’t be such a wuss, kiddo.”