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A Better Bear

By Jaden Drackus

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

Aaron looked down at the corgi and nodded before taking another pull of his beer. He'd had a long time to consider the request of his partner. He was sure about his desire--as sure as he'd been about anything in his life.

Chester was less sure than his bear boyfriend. What Aaron wanted would be no problem, but the canine was still uneasy about doing it. Chester was always nervous about using his abilities for relations: clients who had paid for his service were one thing, people he knew was something else entirely. And Aaron was someone he knew all too well. But the big bear wouldn't be denied.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Ya have no idea what it's like, bein' told ta 'bear up' all your life when ya just wanna be something different."

"I might have some idea," Chester murmured, taking a sip of his own drink.

"Yeah," the grizzly drunkenly agreed after a moment of reflection. "I guess you do."

They sat in silence, the big grizzly bear and the shorter corgi, finishing their drinks. Chester finished his first and patted Aaron on the arm. Aaron looked down and nodded. He downed the last of his beer and followed his boyfriend back to the car.

Aaron slept in the next day, allowing Chester to ponder over the bear's request from the previous night. There was a lot to think about. The upshot was that his boyfriend wanted the corgi to use his abilities on him.

Chester had a number of special abilities, including hypnosis and body modification. He often used them for clients that wanted to improve themselves, more often than not in the bedroom. He made a good living at it, but he had never used them on anyone who wasn't a client. Well, that wasn't completely true: he'd done some relaxation hypnosis sessions with Aaron, but had cut them off after realizing that Aaron got turned on by them. It had felt like he was taking advantage of the bear.

But as he thought about it more, the more his "professionalism" defense seemed inaccurate. What difference did it make if he used his abilities for love rather than money? And more to the point, after last night it was clear that Aaron not only wanted, he needed his help. What kind of professional would he be if he did nothing?

He continued to ponder the issue until Aaron wandered down to join him. The bear took a tea from the fridge and took a seat at the kitchen table. He drank it in silence while Chester made him some eggs and bacon.

"You doing alright daddy bear? No hangover?"

Aaron glared at him for calling him a daddy, but nodded. "I'm okay."

"Good," the corgi replied. "Because I've been thinking about what you said last night."

He looked across the table and saw that he had the bear's full attention. Chester sat down and reached a paw out to Aaron. The bear took it.

"So, after a lot of thought and a lot of soul searching, I realized that if you really feel this is what you want, I'll help do it."

Aaron said nothing for several minutes as he chewed his breakfast. He looked into Chester's eyes, searching for something.

"I'd really appreciate it," he finally answered.

"Okay. Finish your breakfast, and we'll do it in the living room."

***

"Comfy?" Chester asked as Aaron settled onto the couch, dressed only in a pair of boxers.

"Yes."

"Good. Going to start simple, with some induction and the therapy things. Is there a phrase you want as a trance trigger?"

Aaron pondered that for a long time, as nothing came to mind--except one thing. He sighed. "Um. 'Sleepy bear' for trance. 'Daddy bear' as the trigger."

"Okay," Chester agreed after pondering the irony for a few moments. "So lean back. Close your eyes. Just relax and listen to my voice."

"Not gonna use the watch?" Aaron chuckled.

"Not if you don't need it. It's mostly for quick inductions and people who really need something to focus on. You think you'll want it?"

"No," Aaron murmured as he settled deeper into the couch. "I like this."

"Good. So just lie back and relax. Let yourself relax and listen to my voice. Just relax and let yourself listen to me and only me. Your thoughts going quiet. So relaxed, so quiet, so open."

Chester continued speaking for several minutes, while Aaron visibly sank deeper into the couch. As Chester expected, the bear's boxers were tenting with an erection. Aaron still apparently very much got off on the idea of being hypnotized. Chester continued the induction, watching for the signs that Aaron had fully entered the trance. A few moments later, the bear's breathing became regular and steady.

"Do you hear me, sleepy bear?"

"Yes," Aaron sighed.

"Good, very good. You are a good bear."

"Gud bear," Aaron repeated.

"That's right. And when good bears hear the phrase 'sleepy bear,' they return to this relaxed, peaceful state. So relaxed, so open to suggestions."

"Sleepy bear is gud bear."

"Yes. And good bears don't worry about what other bears think of them. Good bears are their own bears. They can be anything they and their partners want them do be. They don't have to be doms. They don't have to be tops."

"Gud bears dun't hav ta top."

"That's right. Good bears can be subby bottom bears if they want to. 'Daddy bear' takes care of his partner any way they want. 'Daddy bear' knows his partner needs a big subby bottom bear. And when he hears 'daddy bear' he's eager to oblige."

"Daddy bear takes gud care o' his luv."

"That's right," Chester rubbed his paws excitedly. Some hypnotists preferred to hear those under a trance just repeat everything back verbatim. But in the corgi's experience, if the person in a trance put it in their own words, the suggestion stuck better. "Daddy bear takes care of his love by being so good at taking his lover's cock."

Chester continued to work on the theme of it being okay for daddy bears to be bottoms and subs for several minutes. He had to admit it was quite arousing to see just how large of a tent Aaron was pitching in his boxers. The corgi licked his snout and ran his eyes over his boyfriend as he considered his next move.

Like all grizzlies, Aaron was tall, muscular, with a prominent belly. His fur was a brownish tan that contrasted with the purple of his boxers. That fabric hid the bear's large cylindrical shaft with its blunt head. The corgi reached down and pulled the waistband of the boxers down, freeing that shaft before he hooked them under the bear's large balls. He backed up and swallowed nervously. It was time for a decision to be made.

"Can you still hear me Aaron?" he asked.

"Yeah," the bear said clearly. "I like this."

"Good. I'm glad." It was a good sign that Aaron was aware of what was going on. "Before we go further I need to ask you a serious question."

"Kay."

"When we were discussing helping you become a good daddy bear, you mentioned some physical changes you wanted."

"Yeees."

"Are you sure you still want to go through with those? Think about it before you answer." It might seem like an odd request considering that he was speaking to Aaron's subconscious, but Chester knew it was important. Especially as they considering modifications that would be difficult to do and all but impossible to undo.

"I'm sure," Aaron responded after a moment. "I wanna be the bestest daddy bear. Please."

"Okay," Chester said. "If you're really sure."

"'m sure."

"Alright. Then we shall make you the daddy bear you have always wanted to be. So just be a sleepy bear, relax, and listen to me."

Chester undid his belt and dropped his pants. His shirt followed. He kept his briefs on and turned back to Aaron on the couch. He focused himself, feeling the energy of his other abilities gather.

"Sleepy bear is a good daddy bear. The best daddy bears want to take care of their lover's cocks. The best daddy bears are bottoms. They think of others first. Daddy bears love corgi cocks in them. In their muzzle. In their tail hole."

Chester went on in this vein for a while: extoling the virtues of being a bottom, reinforcing the idea that it was good to be a sub. It took a while for Aaron to begin repeating it back, but finally he began to break down the conditioning of what it meant to be a bear. Chester felt the equal parts joy and anger rise in him, as it always did when helped someone finally overcome societal expectations. He was glad they overcame them, but hated that it was necessary.

He kept going, adding in the other themes that Aaron said he wanted. Daddy bears could have any body type they wanted. They didn't have to be big and chubby. They could be lean, with just a little bit of a tummy. Daddy bears could love to work out. Daddy bears could love to wear tight clothes that showed off their lean frames. Aaron repeated it all. Chester smiled.

"Stand up, daddy bear."

Aaron stood before the couch, and the tan and white furred corgi rubbed his paws over the bear. As he traced his fingers through Aaron's fur, the body underneath it began to change. Muscles became more prominent, but remained lean; fur grew shorter; and fat began to melt away. Chester smiled as he surveyed his work. Much better. He knelt down, his paws caressing his lover's rear which began to fill out nicely. He pulled his paw over Aaron's hip to cradle the bear's sac, which also swelled under the corgi's ministrations. They continued to grow as the corgi nuzzled them and muttered new ideas for the bear. By the time Chester withdrew, they had gone from the size of grapes to the size of extra-large eggs.

Chester paused for a moment as he considered the massive bear cock in front of him. His ears flicked and he licked his lips nervously. This had been the most surprising request that Aaron made, and it was the one Chester was most unsure about.

"Daddy bear. I'm about to do the last thing you wanted. Are you really really sure this is what you want?"

"Yes," Aaron moaned. "Want it to be best daddy bear."

"Okay," Chester said after another pause.

He hesitated another moment, but finally plunged forward and took the bear's cock into his muzzle. As always, the cock to muzzle ratio was skewed in favor of the bear--Chester's muzzle was full of Aaron's shaft long before his nose reached crotch. He suckled the tip, slowly taking in as much as he comfortably handle. He moaned around the massive thickness as Aaron groaned. Chester felt a stirring in his sheath as his own shaft began to emerge. His member was average sized for a corgi, which made it very modest compared to the bear's. Then the corgi used his abilities again.

He kept suckling Aaron's cock, and as he did so he began to move further down the shaft. The cock filled his muzzle, but no longer uncomfortably so. His muzzle moved closer and closer to the bear's crotch as the bear's length vanished into the corgi's muzzle. Quite literally, as Chester withdrew to check his progress: before, the bear's massive length had reached past his navel--now, fully erect, he barely reached past his testicles as they hugged his crotch. Good, Chester thought. Small enough for chastity devices and corgi muzzles, but still big enough to fit in a corgi tail hole if required.

But the bear's length hadn't vanished: it had migrated through the corgi's muzzle and down to his crotch. Standing proudly from Chester's sheath was a reddish-pink canine shaft that matched the bear's former size. Chester almost couldn't get his paw around it, and as he stroked it, he realized that it almost reached his solar plexus. For a moment, he worried if he's gone overboard--but a glance at Aaron's newly enlarged bubble butt allayed those fears. He'd need that size to please his larger lover, but he decided to keep his knot from enlarging too much. Chester smiled and reminded himself that this too had been Aaron's idea. He let the energy in his paws and muzzle fade.

"Alright daddy bear. It's everything you wanted."

"Feels good," Aaron moaned.

"Good. When you come, you'll wake up. The things Daddy Bear likes will be part of your personality, but you'll just be Aaron. Daddy bear himself will go to sleep until it's time to play."

"K."

With that, Chester returned his muzzle to Aaron's shaft. The woody scent of bear musk filled his nostrils as he worked the shaft, for the first time ever taking the whole length. Aaron groaned and whimpered in appreciation. Chester moaned himself as his chin bumped the bear's balls: it felt so good to give a proper blowjob. Aaron's cock pumped another spurt of salty pre onto the corgi's tongue. Chester took that as a sign and picked his pace up.

Soon, Aaron began to pant as the corgi bobbed on his shaft: as sign that he was getting close. Chester took as deep a breath as he could and picked up his pace again. He managed to time it correctly: his nose pressed against the bear's crotch just as he felt Aaron's shaft throb with the bear's climax. Aaron grunted as he came, a gush of seed filled the corgi's mouth. He swallowed, desperate to keep it all in as Aaron throbbed and spurted again.

Finally, the bear softened and under his own power slid out of Chester's muzzle. The corgi gasped and panted almost as badly as the bear above him. After a moment, Aaron laughed and picked up his canine boyfriend before falling back on the couch.

"Thank you so much doggie," he said as he nuzzled Chester's neck. "I feel so good now."

"You're beary welcome," Chester giggled. "I'm sorry it took me so long to come around."

"It's alright. Better than rushing into it," Aaron reached down and took hold of the corgi's newly enlarged member.

"Now let's take care of this bone, shall we?"