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Circe's Captivating Cabins By Lykanos Wulfheart

The little GATOR four-wheeler zipped down the dirt road, each bump magnified by the green ATV. The path itself was fairly maintained, but Dustin still wasn't entirely happy to have to use this oversized go-cart to get around. The woman at the front desk had assured him that it was to maintain the beauty of the woodlands and limit wear on the road, but he would still have much preferred his car. "At least it has trunk space," he had told himself when loading the bags into the cargo bed of the vehicle.

All he could see were the trees and the trail, which was exactly why he was out here. Originally he had wanted to take his boyfriend out on a secluded cabin vacation, just them out in the middle of nature. The hope was to rekindle the passion that seemed to be tapering off, but that dream was shattered when his significant other had "better things to do". He wouldn't normally have gone alone, but, since he was sure it would be a success, he had already booked the cabin and it was non-refundable. A bit upset with his partner and lured in by the advertisement's promises, he figured it was the perfect place to unwind from all the stress.

A well maintained, dark brown sign let Dustin know he had found his turn, golden Greek-styled lettering stating "Cabin 3". It was another two miles of slightly winding wilderness before he arrived, the one-story log building sitting in the center of a half-acre clearing. Just like in the brochure, the cabin was stunning, soft brown walls and deep green roof paired with the natural shades of the woods behind. The setting sun gave it an almost mystical appearance as he grabbed his bags.

Despite the glamour of the scenic cottage, Dustin's sigh was full of gloom. "I really hope it doesn't disappoint. 'Change your life' and 'transform your outlook' are pretty tall orders to fill." The inside was just as gorgeous as it was outside, natural wood floors and walls matching the color of the exterior. In the open living room sat a couple chairs and a couch, all rose red with timber legs that matched the coffee table resting before them, glass top inlayed into the woodwork. The walls were adorned with pictures of wildlife in their respective habitats, giving off a primal power of their own.

Behind the living room was the kitchen, which subtly departed from the heavy nature themes. While the cabinetry matched the rest of the house, the counters were a white marble that blended the chrome fixtures with the white sink. The fridge, while currently empty, was a chrome vertical split unit with a water attachment on the left-hand freezer door that paired nicely with the electric stove.

That was all the further he got for the night. After swiping a glass from the kitchen, he returned to the couch and set it down on the coffee table. With a little rifling, he pulled a bottle of whisky from his bag and poured himself a generous portion. Kicking off his shoes, he relaxed into the crimson pillows and let the alcohol fade his sorrows into sleep.

Three sharp taps woke him from his slumber. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he groaned as he saw the time. "It's already morning?" he moaned as he rolled way from the sunlight, determined to go back to sleep. Three more knocks and he was on his feet. "Coming. I'm coming." Muttering to himself as he smoothed out his short, dark brown hair and readjusted his oval frames, he reluctantly opened the door and peered out.

The woman from the office was outside, basket of various foods in hand. Though her beauty was lost on Dustin, she was stunning. Long, brown hair flowed over her shoulders and the sleeveless white dress. The elegant fabric hugged her body until her waist, where it billowed out into a skirt, showing off her tanned legs. The white slippers matched the dress, while the golds of the necklace and leafy tiara-style headband gave a graceful contrast. She looked like a modern Greek goddess and she was baring gifts.

"Um... Hello," came the hesitant reply from the man inside. "How can I help you?"

The woman replied with a warm smile. "I hope the cabin is to your liking. I'm Circe, the owner of this resort. As part of your stay, you get to enjoy the bounty of our orchards and pastures." Holding up the basket, she continued, "Fruits, vegetables, and meats, all fresh. I'll be by each morning with something new, and if you have any requests, don't hesitate to ring the front office. There should be a phone in your bedroom with a direct line through since cell reception doesn't really get out this far."

Dustin slowly slid the door open and accepted the present, shyly nodding his thanks. With an awkward gaze downward, he inventoried the food and waited for her to leave.

Circe picked up on his hesitation immediately and tried to ease the tension. "If you don't mind my asking, what brought you to our lovely resort? Was it the fresh air? Maybe the secluded wilderness?"

The friendly banter lured a response from Dustin as he set the basket inside. "I... I came for a change of pace. My life just hasn't been what I want it to be, you know?"

With a sympathetic nod, the captivating caretaker moved in closer. "Ah. So it's a place to think. A sanctuary where you can weigh your options."

"Y-yes, exactly." His gaze shifted up for a moment before retreating once again.

Using a motherly tone, the woman moved a hand toward his cheek. "Take all the time you need, dear." As the youthful face flinched away, her affection retreated, still inches from her target. "You look a bit dehydrated. Try the water. It's filtered on site and it'll help. Trust me." Another smile lit up her face as she departed, her stunning figure as seductive as the serenity of the morning sky peeking over the trees.

Shutting himself back in, Dustin took the basket to the kitchen and prepared some breakfast. Bacon and eggs were among the other foodstuffs, so he cooked them up while storing the rest. After retrieving his whisky glass, he rinsed it and filled it with the fridge's water, sipping while he ate at the counter.

When finished, he felt a bit bloated, gut sticking out just a tad more than usual. Normally, he had a little bit of a belly that rounded out his narrow frame, but this looked like an extra ten pounds. Little did he know that with the extra weight came a bit of extra height. Originally five foot eight, he had slowly grown an inch and a half over the course of his meal. Completely oblivious, he spent the rest of the morning exploring the new place and unpacking.

By noon, he was already getting bored of beating himself down with the worries of his life. To lift his spirits, he decided a hike through the woods was in order... after lunch, of course. Eating a quick sandwich and an apple, he pulled out the water bottle that he'd noticed the night before and filled it up. Slipping his shoes on, he was ready for a relaxing romp into the wild.

A few miles in and he was already starting to feel better, the crunch of leaves and twigs replacing the nags of work and relationship. He had seen a couple squirrels and a good number of birds darting between the branches. The sun was still high and the warmth radiated through, making him sweat as he progressed. Happy to have thought ahead, he took a large, refreshing gulp of water and continued on.

Going through some tight branches, he noticed a growing itch in his chest. Thinking nothing of it, he kept moving, taking another sip from the nalgene. Another half mile and his feet were starting to ache. Figuring that it was time for a break, he sat on a fallen log and took in the scenery. With a satisfied huff, he spoke to himself. "This is the life. I could stay out here for hours." Glancing to his still-bloated stomach, he added in a self-deprecating, "And you could use the exercise, fatty."

As the sweating subsided from the relaxation and cool breeze, he got underway, taking another swig as he walked. The further he went, the more his fingers tingled and feet hurt, causing him to turn back. The irritation on his chest and armpits was starting to get more noticeable, but he shrugged it off as heat rash, forcing himself not to scratch at it.

About halfway back, his feet felt sore and squished, swollen from the walk. He knew better than to remove his shoes, but the pain was becoming unbearable. Taking another sitting break, he looked around as he finished off his water. The sun was starting to lower back to the trees, letting him know that he had been wandering for hours. Still, he was enjoying it, despite the pain and discomfort. Though, he was still feeling puffy, enlarged belly only seeming to get bigger as he went. The soft wind kept the flies away, rattling through the branches while carrying the gentle songs of the nearby birds. He leaned against the base of a large oak until the stabbing in his toes turned to a dull throb. Working his fingers into the dirt helped ease their tingle and calm his mind.

Ready to finish his trek, he wiped the dirt on his pant legs, gasping at his sudden realization. Not only did they look swollen, but the nails seemed longer, pointier, and thicker. "Must be an allergic reaction," he said as he stood, the tightness in his shoes nearly overwhelming. With a wince, he forced himself to keep going, despite the intense pain.

By the time he made it inside, he was already in tears. The pressure on his feet begged for release while the sides of his shoes were already starting to split from the amount of growth. He was forced to sit and lean on the wall as he pried them off, one by one. The things that popped out were still mostly human, but they were wider and so much thicker. The spikey toenails had torn through the front of his socks, desperately seeking room to grow. When he was free of the confinement, a huge sigh of relief escaped, the bliss of freedom soothing his sorry state.

Dustin waited until there was nothing more than a dull twinge left before he headed for the restroom to wash up, the scratchy feeling his new priority. The bathroom was much like the kitchen, white marble counter with wooden cabinetry. Taking up nearly a third of the spacious room was the standup shower, a tiled masterpiece large enough to wash a bear... or a couple horny campers.

As he walked past the sink, he thought it was pretty strange that there was no mirror, but he stripped down all the same, the clothes unusually tight as he pulled them free. He had been so focused on his feet that he completely missed the swelling in his body, belly poking out more than when he left. The source of his itchiness was also quite apparent. Normally, he had just a speckling of body hair, but across his chest and running down to his bellybutton ran a thick patch of course, brown fuzz. Checking his armpits, they were bushy with hair, too. Teasing at the manly fluff, he wasn't sure whether to be worried or impressed. He'd always wanted to be a bit hairier, but this was ridiculous.

The warmth of the shower helped ease his tension, subduing the discomfort of earlier and cleaning away the irritation of his new machoness. The swelling hadn't calmed, but it wasn't getting any worse, so he decided not to bother the front desk. Instead, he worried about the bulge of his stomach as he tried to fit into his clean clothes. "Must have shrunk in the wash," he mumbled as he pulled on the shirt and pants, belly peeking through the gap as he fought to clasp the button. Normally this outfit would have been baggy on him, but with his extra height and girth, it looked a size too small for his current build.

Due to his recent weight gain, he figured it best to just do an apple and some whiskey for dinner, taking the glass with him as he went to his room to sleep. Flopping into the red blanket, he slipped between the white sheets and was quickly snoring.

The sunlight let him know that he'd overslept and his phone agreed. Rolling out of the warm embrace of his king-sized bed, he slumped to the kitchen and downed a glass of water. It was almost noon and he was starving. As he groggily shuffled to the door, hoping a basket of food was waiting outside, his fingers fussed with his chest, the prickling sensation returning and spreading. Stepping outside, he could smell it, the food ready and waiting. The weird part was that he could smell it despite the cargo being safely stored in a cooler bag. Unzipping the pack, he took in the glorious aroma and made his way back to the kitchen, eager to fry something up.

As he put the rest of the food away, something caught his eye. His fingertips were calloused, a slightly darker shade of brown than his skin. The rougher texture felt strange as he played with the toughened flesh. When he stroked them on his short-cut beard, though, that's when he felt something was off. The stubble was more a bush as he tested the facial hair. Pulling out his phone, the only reflective surface he really had, he gasped as he took in his face. Not only did it look like he forgot to shave for a couple months, but his nostrils were wider and darker than the rest of his skin, about the same shade as his fingertips. Before sliding his phone back in his pocket, he took note of his ears. About the same as before, they seemed to be a little swollen as well, pushing out a little from his head.

"Maybe..." he told himself, "Maybe I'm just imagining it. It is pretty lonely out here." Shaking the idea away, he went for another cup of cold liquid, sipping as he prepared to eat on the couch. "But it would be pretty cool if I was actually becoming my fursona," he ventured as he ate. The concept amused him, as it was something he'd dreamed of for some time, though he was positive that the solitude was just taunting him.

That certainty faded as he finished lunch, a sharp pain growing in his nose and at the base of his spine. Grunting as he undid his pants and twisted on the cushions, a sickly strand of flesh emerged near his butt. Only a few inches long, it was extremely sensitive, shooting waves of stimulation to his unprepared mind as it brushed the fabric. In his surprise, he almost fell on his face, which would have been just as bad. He could barely see it coming into view, but his nose was beginning to angle up, the whole bridge of it wider than before. Raising a hand to touch the strange anomaly on his face, he noticed that his fingers, too, had changed. The digits were thicker, more muscular, and his fingernails were almost catlike, the nailbeds starting to retreat into the flesh. Looking down to his toes, he yelped as the movement put his thin tail against the red couch. Leaping to his feet, he crouched for a better look. Like his hands, they were thicker, with claws trying to sink into the skin. The toes, unlike the fingers, were beginning to shrink into something stubby.

"What is doing this," the question more an exclamation as the confusion was masked with his overzealous joy. "I have to find out. I have to keep this going!" Sprinting back to the kitchen, he was sure it was the food. Though full, he tore into the remaining apple, savagely consuming the sweet flesh with an energetic vigor. After a few minutes of nothing, he moved on to something else. "The water?" he questioned as he grabbed a clean cup, the one in the living room too inconvenient for his passionate quest. Filling it, he instantly chugged the clear substance and waited.

The reaction came moments later, his spine twinging as his tail grew a foot longer. The sharp stimulation dropped him to his knees, giving him the perfect view as his nose widened and grew out, a full inch longer than before. His fingers crinkled as they took on a bestial appearance, still human in shape, but with full claws that had worked their way into the flesh, hiding almost a quarter of their length. When the welcomed pain subsided, he played with his fingertips. Like a cat, if he pushed in the right spot, they would come out, but immediately retract when he let go. He had no control over them yet, but he was determined to change that. Pouring more water, he only managed to down half the glass before he just couldn't, stomach filled to the brim.

Bringing his hand to the floor with a slam, he released the vessel and let the water slosh to the ground. On his hands and knees, he welcomed the waves of transformative bliss. His tail elongated, now the full length of a tiger's, though still lacking fur and muscle. His muzzle stretched and popped, gaining almost another inch and a decent amount of width. He could now see the tip of his nose, blocky and brown, the flesh behind still pink and human. His claws continued to hide, now only showing a fraction of their deadly size. Flexing them, he still had no way to call them forth, other than squeezing the finger with his off hand. The prickling that had been limited to his chest erupted over his shoulders and down his spine, half-length brown bear fur covering the skin where it grew. The natural color was broken up with streaks of grassy green, forming tiger stripes on his shoulders, the back of his neck, and onto his muscular pecks, bulging with might from this latest onset of changes. The gut was still present, but with his increased size, it was starting to look more barreled and powerful, pricking with the same fuzz that covered the rest of his upper torso.

As he calmed out of the euphoria, he looked to his feet. Like his upper digits, the claws were partially hidden, though the pressure on the floor kept them half visible. The toes had thickened into their final shape, stocky and bearlike in front of his thick foot and growing a thin fuzz on top.

"I have to get more," he exclaimed as he hustled to the bathroom, hoping that by peeing out some liquid, he could drink again. With his pants ready to burst from the new body mass, he knew he'd never get them back up once he took them off, casually tossing them against the wall after struggling to pry himself free. As he pulled his underwear down, his excitement sunk. He was expecting a burly bear penis to be lying in wait. What he had wasn't much different than normal. Bigger, due to his growing size, it was slightly longer than normal and just starting to taper at the end. The peachy human flesh was a huge downer as he relieved himself.

Still unable to drink, he spent the next hour building up a deep thirst, blowing through reps of pushups, jumping jacks, and sprinting around the living room. Though he was sweating here and there, most of his water loss was from panting, a fact that he was overly proud of. By the time he was ready to drink, he easily downed two large glasses, back to back. Rubbing his fingertips, he was eager for the changes to flow over him and they didn't disappoint.

Over the next few minutes, his tail bristled, now fully formed and covering in fur. It twitched side to side, showing off his overwhelming joy. Taking it in hand, or paw since his palm pads had come in, thick brown against the vanishing skin, he petted the new appendage. The long stokes felt blissful as the soft hairs of the tail swept against the budding fuzz on his palms, a lighter shade of brown than his pads, but still grizzly in color. The half formed fluff spread up the back of his arms and legs. The places he had fur before bushed into a full length carpet, covering his pecks, neck, chest, and back. The fur continued down his spine until it met his tail and prickled down his buttocks.

In the front, it spread out over his gut and down to his crotch. Thrilled with what may be, he released his tail and pulled down on the undergarments. This time he got to actually watch what he'd hoped for. There, before his eyes, his cock perked as it elongated. The tip tapered as the base thickened, growing swollen with muscle and need. Powerful and ursine, he fondled it, the soft fur of his hands stimulating the changing flesh.

With a huff, he hardly noticed his muzzle expand, almost as blocky as a bear, with thin fibers sprouting on the bridge. The sides of his jowls were still as naked as his ribs, but that wasn't his focus. Each stroke of his excited member brought him closer to orgasmic bliss. The rough paws teased the tender skin as the fur tickled. A satisfied groan forced him to lean against the counter as his joints buckled, the stimulation only increasing his desire. He had closed his eyes until the fingers brushed against something new. Tiny, blunt barbs grew at the end of his shaft, multiplying the pleasure as they tried to deny each pump of his powerful fist.

"F-fuck," he screamed out in euphoric elation as his head pressed into the cabinetry, white hot seed pouring out of his black bear cock and soaking the woodwork. Still trusting down his shaft with each spasm, his fingers grew sticky with semen as it dripped to the floor. With tongue lulled out, he let his spent frame slide to the ground, accidentally smearing his pushed out face through the cum on his way down. The eager tongue lashed out and wiped away his own mess, moistening the big bear snout as it went.

Putting his back to the sink, he sat with his tail flicking, and looked over what he missed. Grabbing the phone off the counter, he saw just how far he'd come. His hazel eyes were now a deep aqua, sharply contrasting the fur that grew between them and up to his forehead. Though his cheeks looked naked, the ears behind were not. Brown buds of fur covered the slightly pointed, rounding ears that were almost halfway up his head. He was starting to look just like his fursona, a bear-tiger hybrid.

Licking the sticky strands from his fingers, he felt it a good time to take a dinner break. What he had in the fridge would satisfy, but he was developing a craving. As cliché as it was, he wanted it: honey. Trotting to the bedroom as the meal cooked, he called up the front office and made his request. He hardly recognized his own voice as he placed the order for a full jar, the gruff, deep pitch sounding predatory and famished.

With his dinner, he forced another two glasses of the tasteless nectar down, hoping to finish his transformation by bedtime. The last round had ripped out his shirt, something he didn't realize until after his call, so he was left with wearing a plaid over shirt and bulged out underwear. This time his clothes stayed safe, as his body mass had almost hit the limit. His muscles rippled as fur finally overtook them, sluggishly filling in all the missing patches. It started on his nose and worked back, cheeks furring over, then moving to the toned ribs, and lastly spreading down the front of his limbs. His feet finished their transition to ursine, flat and blocky, with tiger claws sucked in and deceptively hidden by fluff. His fingers tingled, no visible changes occurring. However, he knew what it meant. The inner workings were finally ready as he unsheathed the deadly knives and let out a deep, triumphant roar.

He had one thing left to verify: his ears. Pulling up his tiny cellphone mirror, he was glad to see that they finished migrating to the top, pointed circles, the prefect blend of feline and ursine. Another throaty snarl sounded as he let the woodlands know that he was done. He was complete. He was a beast!

"Man, I could really go for a cigar right about now," he boasted, the urge to puff growing with his desire to celebrate. Sadly, he didn't anticipate such a monumental occasion when he packed for this trip.

One last drink from the tap before bed did absolutely nothing, bringing a grin to his broad snout. He had finished becoming what he had always dreamed of. The glee made it hard to sleep at first, but the energy of the change left him needing a good rest, and that he did.

With morning came a loud knock at the door. The hulking hybrid stirred groggily, but was unwilling to budge. Another series of knocks was more convincing. He looked down at his bulk, reaffirming that it was no dream as he rolled out of bed. The framework groaned as all 450 pounds, twice what he was when he entered the cabin, plopped out and left the poor furniture to recover.

"I'm coming," he bellowed as he looked for something to wear. All that still fit was some stretched out underpants and his plaid over shirt, so that's what he wore. Slumping to answer, he suddenly realized just what he was and what it meant. He wasn't human. If he was caught, it could be the end for him. Instead of opening up, he talked through the door. "I'm, um, not feeling the best. Could you come back later?"

The sweet voice radiated back at him. "Oh, come now. I've seen worse, trust me. Plus, I have your honey. How could a bear like you resist?"

"Bear like me?" he mumbled as he threw the door open. "How did you know?" Shock and awe showed on his muzzle as he had to look down, now a whopping six foot ten.

"Here," she said calmly as she offered the plastic, toony, teddy shaped container of honey over to the massive predator. "I'll explain as you eat. Go on, don't be shy."

Accepting the gift, he greedily popped the lid and chugged the contents, golden strands leaking from his mouth and pooling on his fur. His tongue worked ravenously to get every last drop, save those that streaked down his chin.

"There you go," the glee apparent in her voice. Moving in, the massive furball backed up, giving her space to walk. As she looked over her handiwork, she gloated. "Both bear and tiger... with unusual markings. You must have really wanted this for my magic to leave you this way."

With tongue still occupied, he nodded. "I've wanted to be this for as long as I can remember."

Circe looked proud, traditional Greek style dress hanging attractively, gold trim against the godly white. Lowering a hand, as if to say "sit", she commanded, "Now kneel, my beast." Dustin did as he was told, the compulsion to appease the provider of such a fine gift almost stifling. "We have something to discuss."

The soft whine told her that this new victim was listening intently. "Most of the people who come through here become simple animals. Ones that we can release into the wild, place with a loving home, or..." her smile turned wicked as she continued, "use in our onsite ranch. You, however, are like the growing few who no longer have a place in the world." Her hand brushed through the fur of his cheek, a comfort that he leaned into obediently. "You have a couple options. Either we can turn you back into what you were with no memory of this, or..."

The burly bear-tiger started to weep as he begged, pleading for her not to take his transformation away. "Please. Please! I'll do anything. Anything! Just don't make me human again. I-I can't lose this. Please, it's all I've ever truly wanted."

That was exactly what Circe wanted to hear. Moving her gentle fingers to between his ears with a calming scratch, she spoke with purpose. "I could use some help in the orchards. You'd have to abandon your old life and live on my little reservation. There would be chores, but there would also be more like yourself to socialize with. What do you say? Would you like to stay a beast and work for me, tending the orchard and harvesting fruit?"

The would-be proud predator groveled at the feet of his benefactor. "Yes. Yes, I would. I won't let you down, ma'am. I'll gladly start anew working for you, yes please!"

With a satisfied nod, her delicate digits worked behind his ear, soothing all worry from his mind. "Good. I'm glad I can count on you. Now, Dustin, as part of your change of life, maybe a new name would fit your new form better. What would you like to be called, my magnificent creature?"

Entranced by the touch, he sounded half dazed as his words slipped passed his panting tongue. "Berkley. I want to be Berkley."

Smiling at her new pet, she said, "Hello Berkley. I'm glad that you enjoyed your stay here at my Captivating Cabins."