The Ursa Major Lodge, Part 6

This is the sixth part of a multi-part original weight gain series! Please be warned: this series will include extreme weight gain, body hair growth, overeating / belly stuffing, and immobility due to obesity. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.

Welcome to Ursa Major Lodge, set to be my most detailed and finished illustrated weight gain / transformation series to date, and something I'm very excited to share with you all! This couldn't have been possible without my wonderful subscribers both on DeviantArt and Patreon, so although this series will eventually be FREE to view publicly, early access will be available for subscribers as soon as the new parts are posted!

Thank you so much to everyone who's been able to support me! It's trite by now, but it's true: even if it's only a couple bucks, it makes all the difference in the world. I'm able to produce work for everyone thanks to those who are willing to help feed, cloth, and house me, and I am eternally grateful for the opportunity. ~

Please let me know if you like this kind of thing and would be interested in more! All of my best, and to my fellow northerners: stay warm!

I think it's helpful to remind everyone that it never hurts to have an extra layer of blubber this time of year...

And if you're curious as to who our subject is and where this series is headed, check out the blurb below for more info and lore-building. ~

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The Story Behind the Series

A fire crackles 'neath the hearth in Ursa Major Lodge, warming its wood-beam skeleton and stony innards. The cold winds of the snowy mountain top outside are almost picturesque when viewed from within this cozy place. The strong smell of ale and lager commingles with the aroma of savory barbecued meats. This lodge never closes and never goes on holiday, for not only is it one of the most ancient and historic taverns in all of Hell, it is also a sacred traditional place built to honor and serve Hell's oldest guild: the Underguard.

The Underguard, also known colloquially as "the Bearmen", are essentially Hell's militia and police, for lack of a better comparison. They were established by Prince Satan, Ruler of the Wrathful, in his domain of Artus (the 7th Circle) as a way for him to maintain relative order in his Circle, a Circle which was constructed to house the violent damned; those who were harder to predict than those condemned elsewhere, and who posed a potential threat to their fellows.

Now don't let their nickname fool you: "the Bearmen" are not literally bear-like in their appearances (though a handful are, thanks to their heritage). This used to be true, as all founding members of the Underguard were spawned by Prince Satan himself, leading to the guild members appearing uniformly ursine. Back then, the Underguard was staffed only by demons, but the guild now accepts the unburdened damned who are able to pass the entrance gauntlet and prove themselves capable. Yes, in Hell's present age of Circle integration and demonic liberation, the Bearmen now come in many shapes and have multiple posts and bunkhouses set up in all nine Circles.

Since this change, the Bearmen have devised something of a grand tradition. Whenever a particularly scrawny unburdened passes the gauntlet and is accepted into the Underguard, it's common for the their guild brothers (basic term which today applies to all genders) to celebrate the newjack's acceptance into their fold by inviting them to the Ursa Major Lodge, the guild's very own historic tavern.

There, the newjack's  guild brothers shower them in tremendous amounts of meats and alcohol, offering pint after pint, and feast after feast of deliciously rich meals. Usually, a chef or two from Oris is invited down as well to help the lodge's staff keep up: not only to broaden the amount of glorious dishes they can produce, but also to assist with making the flavors and textures irresistible. Then, the newjack is catered to and fed until they go from skinny and twink-like to a massive, hairy, human bear. Like hazing, but far more friendly and consensual...though there's still room for plenty of teasing throughout.

Then, of course, once the newjack is stuffed so large he cannot fit out the exit, he's carried off to the lodge's "Hibernation Den" to snooze off the calories and hopefully awaken months later as an evenly-built soldier ready to defend Hell alongside their brothers. And naturally, many photos are taken along the way to document the newjack's transformation from spindly weakling to a hearty, rotund, and jovial beast.

So sit back and relax as we journey through the Underguard's latest newjack, and watch a plucky thin blond metamorphose into a creature fit to be called a "Bearman". ~

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(c) Hansel Fleischer, 2026.