Furio's Works (mm musc tf fant)
by svankmaj
Though the city streets were mostly empty with people who had gone for Thanksgiving vacation, Alan meandered through them, taking in the sights that still managed to keep themselves busy. He was used to rural life, but always liked to get to know the city every now and then. He had hoped it would be a place where he could seek out gay companionship more easily. He had been bitterly disappointed too many times, with the hunger of lustful sex looming over the city, while love and intimacy curved the green hills of Shenandoah. This was not to say that he didn't have friends, but at 30, he felt that he should start looking for a serious kind of partner.
He stopped in front of a closed toy shop to look at the stuffed animals in the window. Teddy bears were nestled among them - furry, soft, warm bundles of fluff that could make one feel so safe and loved for some mysterious reason. Alan smiled at them and pressed against the window with childlike want for one of the brown treasures with brilliantly black beaded eyes. To Alan, bears seemed to evoke a sense of the country, being more earthy, rugged, and often fuller, if they weighed a particularly large amount. But Alan also knew the dangers of being so large. He sighed at having such a literally fatal attraction.
For a brief time, Alan imagined the bear in the window growing to life-size, and wrapping his soft paws around his back, pressing him close to his furry chest. He smiled and sighed again. Alan had met quite a few bears in his lifetime, some who became lifelong friends, and others who were a little scary. But he still could not find the one who seemed to "click" with him. Maybe soon, he thought as he waved goodbye to the teddy bears.
Alan continue to weave around the streets. A passer-by would have thought him drunk, walking in such an odd fashion, but Alan was just lost in thought, only intoxicated with desire for close contact with a big cuddly man. He wondered, also, if he could ever reconcile his desire for such "puppy love" with the quest for "true" love. Maybe that would also come in time.
Alan looked up to see where he was and was surprised to see that he had accidentally walked into an alley. Nervously, he looked around to see if anyone was going to jump on him, but it looked completely empty. The alley was slightly musty, but was contained by two large buildings on either side. Alan found that these surroundings made the sitting more cozy than claustrophobic, and, letting his adventurous self take over, sought out anything particularly interesting to discover.
About 20 feet down the alley, Alan noticed a door and window set up into the building on the left. Upon closer examination, he saw that the door and window actually belonged to a shop. But why put a shop in an alley? he wondered. Alan tried to make out material in the window, but it was too musty and desilvered on the outside to be clear. The sign emblazoned on the window was clear, however: "Furio's Works."
Furio. Alan repeated the name in his mind. It obviously wasn't familiar, but it seemed to evoke a meaning that pressed a deep warm spot inside him somewhere. The "C'mon in! It's open!" sign almost felt like it was pulling Alan in by a gentle, yet persistent hand. Alan conceded.
Whereas the alley was comfortably cozy, the shop was slightly overbearing. At first, Alan felt a bit smothered by the small size of the store, and all its little knickknacks. Why, this is just an antique store, he thought. No wonder it's hidden away from everybody. But as Alan examined the pieces, he began to notice a common theme.
Many of the items on display were small figurines, and most were animals - ursine ones, too. Wolves were shown in mid-run on a hunt, dogs were shown sleeping in midday suns on their backs, and puppies were crawling all over each other in cuddly, cozy piles. The figures seemed to fill Alan with a warm sense of security, like this was a shop where things were "just right" or something. He also saw other items, like chessboards, paintings, and older household items that proclaimed the same theme of animals.
But of course, the ones that Alan were noticing the most were the bears. There were bears catching fish in rivers, bears crawling on all fours, and even a life-size bear standing on his hind legs. Alan had seen such things like that before, except the large bear was not standing in a position ready to lunge, but rather, his paws were outspread, and the mouth was closed, and seemed to form a slight grin or smile of some kind. It was almost like the bear was offering something or asking for something...
"Do ya want one?"
Alan managed to squeeze out "Y-" before he realized that the voice was actually coming from behind him. He looked and saw a large figure seated behind the cash register. The guy was a bear in almost every sense of the word, being big, bearded, and husky. He seemed to weigh about 280 or so pounds, and seemed to have and almost perfectly round torso. His face was very ruddy and seemed pretty sweaty ("Probably with the heat in this room," thought Alan), but his eyes seemed tremendously brown or black, and focused directly on Alan. He wore a baseball cap and seemed to have a decent amount of black, slightly curly hair, with a nice medium black goatee around his lips. Alan's first thoughts were to repeat "Yes" and expect a real hug in return, but instead, he said "This is quite a shop!"
The salesman grinned (what a smile!). "I'm glad ya like it. Not too many people come here, but those that do definitely love the wares."
"I love them too," confessed Alan. "Never seen things that were so... well, warm and fuzzy."
The salesman laughed, and his large belly seemed to giggle as well. "I'm always seeking warm 'n' fuzzy things, to sell or to keep, it all depends."
Alan smiled, not really knowing what to say. The salesman smiled back and continued to look at Alan. The two men seemed to be locked in each other's eyes.
"I'm Alan," said Alan, extending his hand.
The salesman extended a paw and said, "Tom." Hand and paw met, clasped, and a bolt of emotion shot through Alan's body. For an instant half-a-second, Alan felt warmth, love, pain, need, sadness, and loneliness completely flood his body and mind, and then, normal again.
"Wow," breathed Alan out loud, still shaking (or rather, holding) Tom's hand.
"What?" asked Tom. He seemed oblivious to the sudden feeling Alan had received in the handshake.
"Heh, nothing, it's okay." Alan let go and smiled nervously. I'm thinking this guy is gay, but what if he isn't? he thought. I gotta be careful.
Tom continued to look at Alan's eyes, which were starting to dart around the room with anxiety. They failed to notice that Tom was reaching underneath the desk. When they returned to their primary focus, Alan saw that Tom had produced another interesting figurine from underneath the desk.
"Tell me what ya think of this," said Tom. "I've had this piece for quite a while, but just can't seem to sell it. I show it to most of m' customers and would like yer opinion."
Alan bent closer to examine it and saw that it was a small figurine of two large grizzly bears, seated on the edge of a river. Looking around the back, he saw that each bear had one arm around the other, and they were nestled close together. The figurine made Alan's heart swell with painful emotion, for some reason. "I-It's very nice," he said shakingly, "but it seems so sad. I don't know why, though. Maybe that's why it's not selling."
"Maybe so," said Tom with a sigh. "I think I may just keep it for m-"
"I'll take it."
Tom was wide-eyed. "Are you sure? Ya just said -"
"Yeah, I know," said Alan, who had still not taken his eyes off the figurine. "But I want it. Of course, it depends on the cost."
Tom laughed again. "Since I've been tryin' to sell it too long, I'll let it go for about 30 dollars. That okay with ya?"
Tom's husky accent was all but making Alan cream his pants. "That's fair enough, Tom." He failed to notice that he just called the salesperson by his first name.
Alan paid for the figurine and watched while Tom carefully boxed it up along with another small wrapped package. He was going to ask what it was, but decided he would see for himself at home.
"There ya go. Hope ya like it. And be careful with it, too!" said Tom. The last statement puzzled Alan a bit, but he said, "Thank you so much. Maybe I'll stop by again sometime."
Tom grinned and said, "That'd be nice." He gave Alan a friendly wave, which partially disappointed Alan. He was hoping for another handshake... or maybe more.
Soon after Alan left the shop, Tom gave a deep sigh and looked down at his large, slightly hairy hands. His body started to shiver as he felt something well up inside him and release itself in the form of stifled sobs.
"Please," he whispered, "please do it... please be the one... "
Alan drove back to his Shenandoah home with the box on the passenger seat. He looked at it briefly and giggled a bit. It almost felt like Tom was in the same place. He thought about where to put the figurine where it would look more cheerful in his home. For that matter, he wondered where he could put Tom in his life where he would look more cheerful. He began to think about Tom's visual expression and about the feelings of need and loneliness that he had felt so briefly during that handshake. Perhaps it's nothing, he thought. But he seems like he needs something or someone! Alan shook himself and decided not to worry about it at this time. He had other matters (like work and housecleaning) to attend to these days.
Although, every so often, he did wish he could spend more time in the country, and not just in his house. He often wished he could return to nature, somehow, and be able to live there contentedly, and with fewer worries on his mind. He looked out the window as he drove at the beautiful forests and green trees that canopied the road. What he had now was good enough. Maybe.
Alan parked his car on the driveway and carefully took the box inside. He set it down on the living room table and opened it, carefully taking out the figurine.
He almost dropped it with a scream, but didn't.
The figurine was startlingly different. There was only one bear seated on the river, looking VERY sad indeed. Alan's heart started to beat faster and faster with anxiety, as he worried that the figurine might be broken. He went back to the car and searched it, but realized that he saw Tom package the whole figurine in the box. So how did part of it disappear? He searched the small box diligently and found the other wrapped package included. Maybe it was the other bear.
It was wrapped in small pieces of bubble wrap and tissue paper, and turned out NOT to be the bear. Rather, it was a small vial, full of a deep blue liquid. The vial was oval-shaped and oblong, and crystal clear. Upon opening it, Alan noticed that the opening was covered with a tiny lid with a tiny hole, just enough to pour out through single drops. Alan thought it might be some kind of glue or something to affix to the missing bear, but alas, he could not find it in the rest of the box. Besides, why would glue be inside such a nice looking container?
Alan felt ready to cry, even though it was just a figurine. But it looked sadder than ever with just one bear sitting on the river, and with a completely empty space next to him! He picked up the figurine and thought about returning it, but he would hate to disappoint such a wonderful (and attractive) man like Tom. He sighed and placed it on the mantle, but it would not settle evenly. Something was on the bottom. Upon looking at it, Alan noticed a folded piece of paper, taped to the bottom. He opened it and read,
"One drop, larger than life.
Two drops, teeth like a knife.
Three, a wild grass abounds.
All, my true love may be found."
"It sounds like a riddle," Alan said to himself. He enjoyed such things and wondered if it was some interesting puzzle provided by Tom. Suddenly, a thought occurred to Alan. "I wonder if by solving it, I'll find the missing piece!"
The thought sounded very silly indeed, but Alan was no skeptic when it came to magic or miracles. Maybe something interesting would happen if he solved the riddle. The lines seemed to refer repeatedly to a liquid of some kind, which Alan assumed to be in the provided vial. Larger than life. Alan wondered what exactly that meant. He looked at the vial and opened it, and squeezed out one drop on the figurine, on the empty space next to the lonely bear.
Nothing happened.
Alan thought that maybe he ought to try to ingest a single drop of the liquid, but he was a bit scared. Would such a thing change him in some way? He was eager to try anything to solve this riddle and hopefully pair up the lonely bear. He took a deep breath and tilted his head back, trying to squeeze out one drop of the liquid onto his tongue (and see it at the same time).
A single, shining blue drop of liquid bulged out of the hole and fell on his tongue. Alan immediately felt a zing of tartness and warmth fly through his body, and dissipate. He set the bottle down and waited to see if anything would happen.
He felt a slight pressure in his chest and placed his hand on his heart. Sure enough, it was starting to beat faster and faster. He went to a mirror to check on something and sure enough, he was starting to sweat profusely. His face was growing slightly redder, and he felt his body being gently squeezed, as if he was being hugged really tight or being pressed against something. He looked at the mirror and saw that it was starting to move a bit lower. The room around him seemed to be slowly shrinking, but then he looked down and saw that his jeans were starting to slowly rise up his legs.
He was growing.
His jeans wasted no time in stretching at the seams and then ripping off to form shorts. He also saw that his feet were spreading to fill out his shoes, his toes forming big outlines in the leather. Alan felt a bit bad about ruining his own clothes, but the transformation was also somewhat exciting too. His feet hurt as they were confined to his shoes and felt so squeezed, but suddenly with an instantaneous BURST, they ripped out of the shoes and socks, exposing big, thick feet.
Alan felt panicky at thinking of whether he would grow too much, but he seemed to be slowing down at around seven feet, so he managed to calm down. But his body was not stopping the change.
Inside, Alan's legs were still slightly thickening and lengthening. The bones creaked as they transformed into a new genetic shape. The cells began to thicken and multiply more and more. Alan's heart beat faster and stronger, and it, too, started to grow larger and larger with every beat. It began to pump more fresh, pure blood to every part of Alan's body. His lungs took in more air and with each heavy breath, they also grew larger and bigger, able to take more air in and convert it into rich energy. Many of his other organs also doubled or grew larger to some degree, to match his growing body.
Alan breathed more and more heavier. He smiled. He was starting to enjoy this. His body was already becoming more primed. He squatted down in the mirror and smiled. He had never looked better. Nice and big... and he was still growing a bit more.
Alan involuntarily raised his arm slowly and flexed his muscles. His biceps started to thicken and bulge as the muscle fibers inside multiplied rapidly. They made the cloth spread extra tight all around, and strained the fabric. His shoulder blades creaked as they stretched and broadened more and more to create a nicely large back. His torso started to grow wonderfully as well - a change that Alan got quite aroused at experiencing. He felt slight pressures on his nipples, and upon looking down, noticed that they were bulging out with muscular definition. They also pressed against the fabric tightly, and gave Alan a slight sense of pain from being confined, but not for long. With a nice Hulkian RRRRIPPPPP, his shirt tore open from the neck down and exposed his new wonderfully crafted torso.
Alan laughed. Despite the loss of some good clothes, this was a very nice change indeed. But then he felt a gurgling sound in his stomach. It seemed to hurt for a bit, and Alan looked down at it. He gasped with a sense of slight horror.
It was growing.
The fat cells already in Alan's chest and stomach area had multiplied as well, and were pushing out his stomach. His arteries pulsed and grew larger and wider to allow more healthy blood flow, but Alan's belly became noticeably larger, and rounder. He wondered at first if he was becoming Tom, but then he remembered that Tom showed no muscular build in his arms or rest of his body, and he wasn't that tall, either. His belly continued to inflate, and it almost seemed like he was pregnant or that some kind of new life was being born inside him. Although this turned out not to be the case, Alan couldn't help but feel a similar feeling deep inside his body, in some secret place...
Alan's growing belly seemed to subside at around 275 pounds. He couldn't believe it. He looked in the mirror and was at first confused as to what he saw. He was overweight, but also seemed to sport some well-defined, thick muscle. He almost looked like a musclebear.
"Wow," Alan breathed, posing a bit in front of the mirror. He flexed his biceps and legs and got quite hard at exploring his new body. This was pretty awesome! He went back to the riddle to see what else the little vial had to offer. Teeth like a knife. The phrase did not settle well in Alan. "It seems rather violent," he thought. "But hopefully it won't harm me or anyone else that much." He took the vial and slowly made sure to squeeze only two drops on his tongue.
The zinging feeling returned, and as expected, Alan felt pain and expansion swell in his jaw area. His teeth grew and reshaped themselves into adequately sharp ones. His jaw also seemed to slightly change shape, so it protruded it out a bit more. Alan grimaced, as best he could with his new face. He didn't look so attractive now. What was this potion trying to do? Maybe...
Alan's eyes widened, and he shook himself. No, he thought. It can't be. He sighed out loud and was struck by how the sigh seemed so much like a deep, guttural growl. Maybe it was time to stop this silly potion thing and wait for the effects to wear off, or something. But when he looked at the figurine, he sighed / growled again and went back to read the next line in the riddle.
A wild grass abounds. Was that referring to something outside? Or something else? Alan dripped three drops on his tongue and set the bottle down again, his hands gently shaking.
Alan didn't feel anything for a while, but then realized that his testicles seemed to be getting slightly warmer. He felt them in his tight jean shorts and realized with fear that they were growing slightly bigger. Not too much, though. The warm feeling continued as, inside, chemical signals called for surplus amounts of testosterone to spread to all corners of his body.
Alan's heart again pumped faster and stronger as it signalled for all blood to start carrying testosterone. It spread all over, and Alan could feel it in the bodily flush he felt all over.
Alan looked down at his smooth chest and noticed a single hair sprouting out in the middle. Then another hair. And another. More and more hairs started to crop up around his nipples and in the middle of his chest. He looked down at his legs and saw them, too, sprouting a wonderful "wild grass." He smiled as he felt his back itch slightly with another spread of hair.
Then his face started to itch. Excited, he returned to the mirror and saw that a beautiful light goatee sprout all around his open-mouthed smile. It deepened and thickened, and he put his hand to it. It was a nice, beautiful, combination beard and moustache. He stroked it and looked down at his hairy belly.
He was a bear.
He hugged his own belly with pure delight and could have squealed with happiness, although only growls seemed to escape his lips (which were still oddly proportioned on his face). But he realized that there was still one more line in the riddle, referring to "All." Did it mean the whole vial?
My true love may be found. Would this actually do it? But if so, why were the words "may be" in the riddle? Was it certain that he would find the other bear if he drank the whole potion? And how would his body change this time? He was already perfect, as far as he thought. Moreover, how would changing his body structure help him in finding the missing figurine piece?
Alan looked at the vial and thought of Tom. Maybe this was all something cooked up by Tom for some other purpose. Maybe...
Alan was tired of maybes. He popped the small lid off the vial, took two deep breaths, whispered "Tom," and knocked back the whole blue liquid.
Alan's eyes opened completely wide, and the pupils shrank.
The vial dropped to the ground and smashed into a million pieces.
His lips and hands quivered uncontrollably. His heart started to beat furiously again.
His stomach seemed to turn over and over in complete agony. Fear swelled inside Alan. Was he dying? Was it all over?
For some reason, he felt an inordinate need to get outside. He stumbled outside and fell on the front lawn, moaning in utter pain.
"Oh Goddd... ." he moaned as he felt weird and unnatural feelings take hold of every part of his body, inside and outside. He felt as if he was being squeezed, being pressed to death. He felt his heart and lungs go wild with energy and pain. His whole body was being redistributed for a new purpose. Tears pushed out of his eyes as he briefly thought about never seeing Tom again.
In every cell of Alan's body, his DNA was being drastically altered. Every ribosome was being switched or intermingled to create a new genetic sequence - a new creation.
His bones continued to stretch and alter themselves, and his muscles grew, stretched, and shrank in various ways to readjust themselves to the new creature they would soon inhabit. An audible stretching sound was heard as Alan's legs grew slightly thicker, then a bit shorter, then longer again. His chest expanded more, his belly grew rounder, and his back curved.
Alan breathed heavily, and with every breath, he heard another growl escape him. His pupils shrank and disappeared, and reformed as yellow dots, which grew to engulf his whole eyes. He suddenly saw so many things, especially the heat emanating off of objects, which would be better suited for nighttime hunting.
Alan slowly got on all fours and continued to breathe heavily. His large belly heaved like that of a newborn, to herald the formation of a new, beautiful creature.
His back and chest swelled and quivered as the hair on them started to grow more and thicken all over. It became a deep brown fur that spread to almost every part of his body.
His fingers and feet also shrank, keeping soft, warm pads on the bottoms, making large paws. The fingernails and toenails grew into sharp pointy claws.
His mouth and nose stretched more and bulged out to create a slightly protruding nose and mouth, and the hair on his face grew longer in many places. His ears also moved higher up on his head, able to hear many subtle noises.
He felt a strong pushing sensation in his ass, as if he was going to crap, but instead, he managed to push out a short furry tail.
His whole body then grew slightly larger. Alan could almost feel the earth rumbling below, as if it was welcoming a long-gone lover.
There was no mistaking it now. The new, big, brown, furry creature slowly stood up on its hind legs and growled an enormous growl to the stars. Alan was a bear. He was now a part of nature, an animal, and a beast of strength and girth. He got on all fours and growled a huge growl again, shouting his birth to the whole world. He was reborn, as an intensely beautiful creature. But inside his mind, he contained a very small part of his original consciousness.
But now the bear took over. Something stirred inside. A desire, a want, a need. The bear growled deeply and quietly as his newly genetically formed sperm called for something very specific...
The bear suddenly took off on all fours into the nearby forest. Dusk was approaching, and it was springtime, and that meant finding a mate, and quick. His large body was full of fat, making him prime material for a mate. He ran and ran, feeling the intensely wonderful feelings of nature surround him. He stopped to scratch his claws on a tree, he felt the wind run and rustle through his fur, and he even climbed a tree or two just for the fun of it. And every so often, he let out a nice loud growl of energy, feeling intensely wonderful.
But then he stopped. He saw heat from something. Something large and big was nearby. He growled very quietly. He was hungry. Not for food, but for something else.
The bear Alan looked at the other thing nearby. Sure enough, it was another bear. It had similar features to Alan, but looked slightly bigger. And it was black, too.
The bears saw each other, and Alan slowly approached it. The other bear did not run, but growled back very quietly.
Alan circled the bear slowly, studying it. It was a nice-looking bear. VERY nice. Very big, very furry, and very black indeed. He sniffed it all around... it carried a very heady odor, like it had been sweating under all that fur. The tail was nice and short, the paws big and strong, and the belly nice and full. Alan completed his circle and looked at the bear.
They both growled again quietly, a long continuous growl. Alan could feel his heart beating strongly again, and as the growl continued and grew steadily louder, he could feel the bear in him telling him something.
I want that bear. I need that bear. I want him...
The bear Alan's breath started to become heavier and shorter. The other bear's eyes widened and the growl became even louder.
I WANT HIM!
With a roar, Alan immediately pounced on the other bear, and the two bears rolled over each other and down a hill into a shallow creek in the bottom. They both became slightly wet and a bit muddy, and proceeded to roll back and forth, wrapping their bodies around each other. They growled and howled in animal desire and passion, feeling their furry penises rub against each other. The pounced and rubbed, not hurting each other, but repeatedly colliding. The cells of their bodies made contact, and the nerve fibers all over activated with sensations of extreme pleasure.
The two bears wrestled loudly, growling the whole time with animalistic strength and power. Finally, the black bear managed to pin the bear Alan down and give him a big, wet lick with his long pink tongue. Alan reciprocated with a long lick as well, and the black bear continued to lick the bear Alan while slowly pushing its hips back and forth.
The bear Alan could feel the friction against his furry cock and he growled with utmost pleasure. It was obvious: they were having sex. Two male bears making intimate contact in the woods, it sparked an intimate sensation in Alan's consciousness. Looking into the black bear's widening eyes, he knew he was getting closer and closer to release. Alan could even feel the black bear's breath on his face getting hotter and hotter. Digging his claws deep into the black bear's back, the bear Alan licked him a deep long lick, and then finally threw his head back with a long, deep growl. His hips bucked violently as sperm containing new genetic material flew from his body and onto the other bear. At the same time, the black bear seemed to howl loudly as the bear Alan felt a thick, creamy substance erupt onto his own body.
The forest seemed to glow with life as the consciousnesses of Alan (and the bear he was) dissipated into the blackness of the other bear.
The sound of trickling water and a slight pressure on Alan's back woke him up gently. He felt a slight headache, but other than that, felt absolutely in peace waking up in the forest.
In the forest! Alan suddenly started, but a gruff voice interrupted "It's okay, I'm here."
Alan's heart stood still. He turned around and there, wearing nothing but a broad smile and stroking Alan's back lovingly, was Tom. He was incredibly beautiful naked. His body was large and round, with nice thick legs, a perfectly contoured belly, and the most loveable smile he had ever seen. And dusted gently all over was a beautiful, thick forest of black fur that Alan just wanted to bury his face in and never get out of. Alan instinctly threw his arms around Tom with a cry of joy. Then he let go and smacked Tom lightly on the face, saying "You goddamn bastard! Do you realize what you did to me?"
Alan quickly regretted his action and remark, but Tom just giggled. "Yeah, I realized what I did to ya, and I'm sorry. But I was kind of hoping that you'd be the one, that you'd be my true love. And if ya ask me, I think ya enjoyed last night." Tom growled very deeply and kneaded his hands into Alan's newly furry chest, and Alan suddenly remembered the amazing experience. He moaned quietly at Tom's loving touch, and anticipated experiencing this awesome man in human sex (although he pondered making it just as animalistic as the night before, if possible).
"I can't believe it," said Alan. He looked down, and found that he had retained his bearish body, in human form (minus the distorted face and fangs, of course). "How is such a thing possible?"
"Eh, it's just the usual 'weird guy leaves item with riddle and potions with lonely salesman' stuff that happens, I guess." Tom sighed. "All I know is that drinking that potion awakened my true self and my true call to nature. I remember exploring my whole body that wonderful night when I became a bear, and an animal afterwards. I was scared, but I loved feeling the changes in me, and realized something." He stood up on his legs, and Alan looked with wonder at the beautiful, large, hairy, naked man standing right in front of him.
"I am a bear, and I'm damn proud of it!"
Alan smiled, got up and put his arms around Tom. "So am I," he said without hesitation.
They got up and walked back to Alan's house, completely naked, arms around each other. Inside, Alan held Tom close to his heart and welcomed him into his life. The two beautiful bears made love sensually (and a bit wildly, too), failing to notice that the figurine on the mantle now seated two bears, arms around each other's shoulders, and smiling contentedly.
The End