Bear Out

Stone was at a small dive bar late at night, feeling a little tired. He was worried he'd caught the eye of anoth man across the bar. He had nothing against them, but did not want to be sending off the wrong message. They seemed a little out of place, a little older hairier, their frame thick and heavy. He didn't think a man like that would be out this late, or even be looking at men.

As Stone made his way to leave however, he found himself face to face with the man. Stone tried to make it past, but the man was somehow faster and stronger, pressing their faces together and planting their lips. They'd managed to somehow suck Stone's tongue into their mouth when Stone tore away, he'd managed to nick it on their teeth. Stone managed to push the event from his mind, but over the next week he'd realize something was happening to his body.

The first change he noticed was the amount of hair on him. He'd managed to only grow a stubbly beard prior, but now it grew dense, thick tendrils snaking onto his face and filling over the skin. The curls even began spreading down his neck, popping up all the way down to his chest and starting to continue to the rest of his body. He watched the swirls moving out across the back of his shoulders and down his arms each morning, joined shortly by his stomach and lower body.

He tried wearing clothes that covered more of his body, but that only seemed to bring attention to how much fur he'd grown given it could still peek out. Each time he got a look at himself by pulling the fabric back, his pelt seemed to have grown even thicker than when he first dressed. It made wearing his shirts hell, his skin constantly scratched by the hair sandwiched on top of it.

That was when he started to gain weight. He didn't notice it at first due to his beard, but he began to see the shape of his face rounding out and softening. He'd previously thought about shaving, but now he didn't have a choice with a second chin quickly pushing itself down below his jaw. As his clothes grew tighter he became more self-conscious, seeing more and more of the carpet that was his skin displayed.

The worst part was he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from men. He felt his gaze attracted to their bodies like a magnet, imagining being able to see under their clothes, ripping them off to view their bodies. It was the thicker ones that he couldn't get enough of. He'd constantly think about how their flesh would feel on top of him, how it felt to be to be pinned down by the weight of their bodies.

He was out at the dive bar again, finding his attention more on the men than the women when he saw his old suitor again. He instantly remembered the night before. What had previously put him on edge about the man before, Stone couldn't get enough of now. He dragged his eyes over the man, viewing every inch of their body, finding himself wanting it. Needing it. He found himself walking directly over to the man, finally getting what he'd been yearning after.